Friday, April 3, 2009
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Chicks!
Callan's class got the opportunity to hatch chicks. They had them for several weeks where the kids had to take turns turning the eggs under the lamps in the incubator each day. The day they hatched, the kids got to watch the chicks on the "smart board" at school use thier little beak tooth to break out of their shell and fumble their way into the world. These pictures were taken when the chicks were 2 days old.
Callan shared his chick with a friend and he said his name was "Joey Nick Chick". He was very proud and it was a great learning experience for them.
Callan shared his chick with a friend and he said his name was "Joey Nick Chick". He was very proud and it was a great learning experience for them.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Favorite Foto Friday
I have not yet gotten to post about baseball. Baylor's season has started and Callan's begins Monday.
This year Baylor tried out for a tournament/ travel team. We have never done anything like that before and it was in the paper, so we thought we would see what it was all about. To say that this baseball is on a different level than we have ever seen (as 8-9 year old baseball goes) is an understatement. These boys are good. Baylor's skills have really improved, as he is one of the only 8 year olds on the 9 year old team...and they all have been playing together alreaday. He is learning a lot, growing, and playing a game he loves.
MOM-on the other hand is a nervous wreck. When I watch him play I am sick-nervous for him. I want him to do so well, I want him to be able to prove himself to the team, and I do not want him hurt. I just know that my nervous sillyness in the stands will soon make it to an Am. Funniest Home Videos episode very soon, as I seem to be the entertainment for the parents in the stands. I think they are all placing bets on me going into labor early at a game, and someone stated that they would be bringing a video camera just to capture me on film. Don't get me wrong, I am not making a complete fool of myself, it is just that they are all so laid back and calm (I mean not even one other parent brought a camera to their first game). They seem to be used to other 9 year olds throwing balls 50mph at each others heads and while stealing second base. Fun stuff, I tell ya... fun stuff.
This past weekend they played in their first tourney. We had no idea how the team would do since this is a first for us and the first time they have played another team. It was a top notch tourney with an announcer calling out their names when they came out to the plate, and fun music during all the little breaks. Out of 6 teams in Mid TN our boys played in the Championship game and took home a 2nd place trophy. To say Bay was pumped is an understatement. I think he told everyone he knows. (The pics from the game are not the best, my camera was acting funny and there was a double layer of fence everywhere)
This year Baylor tried out for a tournament/ travel team. We have never done anything like that before and it was in the paper, so we thought we would see what it was all about. To say that this baseball is on a different level than we have ever seen (as 8-9 year old baseball goes) is an understatement. These boys are good. Baylor's skills have really improved, as he is one of the only 8 year olds on the 9 year old team...and they all have been playing together alreaday. He is learning a lot, growing, and playing a game he loves.
MOM-on the other hand is a nervous wreck. When I watch him play I am sick-nervous for him. I want him to do so well, I want him to be able to prove himself to the team, and I do not want him hurt. I just know that my nervous sillyness in the stands will soon make it to an Am. Funniest Home Videos episode very soon, as I seem to be the entertainment for the parents in the stands. I think they are all placing bets on me going into labor early at a game, and someone stated that they would be bringing a video camera just to capture me on film. Don't get me wrong, I am not making a complete fool of myself, it is just that they are all so laid back and calm (I mean not even one other parent brought a camera to their first game). They seem to be used to other 9 year olds throwing balls 50mph at each others heads and while stealing second base. Fun stuff, I tell ya... fun stuff.
This past weekend they played in their first tourney. We had no idea how the team would do since this is a first for us and the first time they have played another team. It was a top notch tourney with an announcer calling out their names when they came out to the plate, and fun music during all the little breaks. Out of 6 teams in Mid TN our boys played in the Championship game and took home a 2nd place trophy. To say Bay was pumped is an understatement. I think he told everyone he knows. (The pics from the game are not the best, my camera was acting funny and there was a double layer of fence everywhere)
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
I need toothpicks to hold my eyes open, but I am afraid I might eat them!
Let me start this post by saying that I am not whining or complaining. This is my blog, and I try to document my life as much as possible. This week I have hit the anemic point of my pregnancy. I did it with Callan and Silas too. Honestly I probably did with Baylor, but the doc I went to then forgot to test my blood during the Glucose Tolerance Test after an hour. When I finally got up the courage to ask if they were going to, she just pricked my finger with the diabetic meter thing... so they did not send my blood off.
Anyway, I have known it was coming. I have been getting dizzy, seeing a few stars here and there and feeling tired. But I have done it before and made it just fine. The thing I hate most about being anemic is having to take iron because it messes with your digestive system, and every pregnant mom knows that your digestive system just "ain't right" anyway. So, I thought this time I would do a little research to see if I REALLY needed the extra iron or if I could try to beef up (well not really since I do not eat beef) my iron levels through food. Do you know what I found out? First of all, unless I change my eating behavior that I have known for 15+ years now (no beef or pork) getting iron in my diet is not that easy of a task. Sure it is do-able, but does not absorb like the "muscle proteins". Second, a person with anemia may struggle with PICA a disorder where the person likes to eat random things. Like, crunching on ice, or paper, or things that should not be eaten. Sadly, I have to raise my hand to the ice thing. I have been feeling the need to crunch on ice lately, but I thought it was just because I enjoyed my mouth being cold. In fact, I almost devoted a whole post last week to the WONDERFUL ice I found at Moe's Southwestern Grill (and rice and black bean burrito), but realized it was a bit off. NOW I KNOW WHY.
So... to put this post into a few words. I am zapped! And if you see me crunching on anything other than an edible item (I am okay with ice) take it away from me and contact my husband immediately.
Anyway, I have known it was coming. I have been getting dizzy, seeing a few stars here and there and feeling tired. But I have done it before and made it just fine. The thing I hate most about being anemic is having to take iron because it messes with your digestive system, and every pregnant mom knows that your digestive system just "ain't right" anyway. So, I thought this time I would do a little research to see if I REALLY needed the extra iron or if I could try to beef up (well not really since I do not eat beef) my iron levels through food. Do you know what I found out? First of all, unless I change my eating behavior that I have known for 15+ years now (no beef or pork) getting iron in my diet is not that easy of a task. Sure it is do-able, but does not absorb like the "muscle proteins". Second, a person with anemia may struggle with PICA a disorder where the person likes to eat random things. Like, crunching on ice, or paper, or things that should not be eaten. Sadly, I have to raise my hand to the ice thing. I have been feeling the need to crunch on ice lately, but I thought it was just because I enjoyed my mouth being cold. In fact, I almost devoted a whole post last week to the WONDERFUL ice I found at Moe's Southwestern Grill (and rice and black bean burrito), but realized it was a bit off. NOW I KNOW WHY.
So... to put this post into a few words. I am zapped! And if you see me crunching on anything other than an edible item (I am okay with ice) take it away from me and contact my husband immediately.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Best Buddy Day
Silas' birthday was March 4th, but seeing that we were still recovering from the flu and it was traveling heavily through the area, we decided to put off his birthday choice celebration until all things looked clear. I had a really hard time trying to figure out what kind of activity would be best for a few kids 3 and 4 years old. I wanted to take them to a movie, but there is nothing good out. I know the kids would have a blast a Chuck E. Cheese or McDonald*s Playland but the previous mentioned flu made me steer clear. Then it occured to me... Silas (who had never made a bear at the "Bear Shop" before) loved making his Monkey and it has gone with us practally everywhere since. I bet his buddies would enjoy it too. So, we loaded up the car geared for a day of fun (who am I kidding it took all of 30 minutes to make a bear from start to finish). Since Silas had just made a monkey, he was more interesting in increasing Monkey's wardrobe, so he chose some PJ's and a baseball outfit for Monkey. But Rhett and Micah had a blast building their monkey's (they both got a choice and the both chose Monkey's like Silas).
The boys (and Eliza) had a blast. And we were thankful for Nommie for joining in on the fun (I was scared of being responsible for so many little ones). Sadly I have more pictures of our little buddies making their animals, but not my own because he only chose clothes. He sat here with me crying that there were no pictures of him so I posted the one of all three of them together with their monkey houses.
The boys (and Eliza) had a blast. And we were thankful for Nommie for joining in on the fun (I was scared of being responsible for so many little ones). Sadly I have more pictures of our little buddies making their animals, but not my own because he only chose clothes. He sat here with me crying that there were no pictures of him so I posted the one of all three of them together with their monkey houses.
Friday, March 20, 2009
Favorite Foto Friday
I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS. Every time Silas goes to draw... he tells me he "can't". He does not even want to try. He loves to color and play with crayons and pencils, but until the past 2 weeks he has had no interest in drawing anything other than some scribble. This is what he decided to draw today. (and I am not at all upset that I have hair all the way around my head, and Daddy is just fine looking like the little man from Monsters Inc.- it has been a rough week)
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
IT'S FAMILY TRADITION
Okay so the title makes no sense what-so-ever. But it is the one song from the concert that I cannot stop singing (and not one of the artist has this song on an album... he just sang it).
Saturday night (I know... you are thinking Ash you better slow down you are not used to this party lifestyle. BELIEVE ME I know, it is Tuesday as I type this and I still have not caught up) we went with the "Party-till-you-drop" Morgan's to the Brad Paisley concert. It was a BLAST. I have not been to a concert since my Brother-in-law, KJ, screamed "It's Mrs. Jackson, if your nasty" from the rafters of the GEC. Brent and I were not sure what to expect, and had to keep asking questions. In fact, we are so "old-school" we kept thinking we would be outside at Starwood, and Brent was scared that some of the security might remember him from his wilder, more youthful days.
ANYWAY, we had an awesome time. One of Brent's fave high school times singers was Hootie and the Blowfish and he was the opening act (now known as Darius Rucker). He did great... and sang the Hank Williams Jr. song I cannot get out of my head. We also got to see Dirks Bentley who was was full of energy and never sat still. And then finally, the headliner Brad Paisley... man does he have a lot of paisley guitars. He was great and really put on a great concert in his hometown (and the last night of the tour).
Thank you Morgan's for inviting us... we will be doing it again.
(If you want to see more detailed pics from the concert, go over to Sonja's blog. I stole this one from her and she has some photos over there that made us laugh so hard at the concert that the drunks around us thought we'd joined in on their party.)
Saturday night (I know... you are thinking Ash you better slow down you are not used to this party lifestyle. BELIEVE ME I know, it is Tuesday as I type this and I still have not caught up) we went with the "Party-till-you-drop" Morgan's to the Brad Paisley concert. It was a BLAST. I have not been to a concert since my Brother-in-law, KJ, screamed "It's Mrs. Jackson, if your nasty" from the rafters of the GEC. Brent and I were not sure what to expect, and had to keep asking questions. In fact, we are so "old-school" we kept thinking we would be outside at Starwood, and Brent was scared that some of the security might remember him from his wilder, more youthful days.
ANYWAY, we had an awesome time. One of Brent's fave high school times singers was Hootie and the Blowfish and he was the opening act (now known as Darius Rucker). He did great... and sang the Hank Williams Jr. song I cannot get out of my head. We also got to see Dirks Bentley who was was full of energy and never sat still. And then finally, the headliner Brad Paisley... man does he have a lot of paisley guitars. He was great and really put on a great concert in his hometown (and the last night of the tour).
Thank you Morgan's for inviting us... we will be doing it again.
(If you want to see more detailed pics from the concert, go over to Sonja's blog. I stole this one from her and she has some photos over there that made us laugh so hard at the concert that the drunks around us thought we'd joined in on their party.)
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