Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Monday, August 30, 2010
Sunday, July 18, 2010
Disneyland 2010
Sunday, July 04, 2010
Monday, June 21, 2010
Grandpa Ram, Maryanne & Wren
Grandpa Ram, Maryanne & Wren drove up for a visit. We met them on the coast and had lunch at Mo's. We walked the open market, wandered along the shoreline and hiked Sweet Creek Falls. We swam at the pool, rode bikes by the river and took in the sites to be seen in Eugene. Thanks for visiting. Eugene is a fun place when guests come to play!
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Father Son Campouts 2010
Gavin & Ammon took off for two father son camp outs at the Coast. I loved hearing the stories upon their return. Gavin would tell me of adventures with bats, giant trees and playing with the waves. Ammon would share his heroic moments in subterfuge during the greased watermelon throw down. Then I would see the pictures of my child up too late at night, climbing to the tops of trees, and running freely around fire pits with his father encouraging every wild activity.
I love my boys!
Saturday, June 05, 2010
Preschool End of Year Party
Puddles made an appearance and of course Gavin, Emilia and Puddles go way back.
Which means my 4-year old son got to hold an alligator.
For some of my dearestf riends this will trigger an amusing memory of MY college experiences...for my newer friends please feel free to ask...
But what is a 4-year old boy to do with an alligator?
Obviously.
Warning this one hurt!!
On June 5th, 2010 Gavin received his first stitches.
Strangely enough, he received this injury in a rather innocent way. I had returned home and he was excited to see me, so he ran down the hallway and accidentally slipped on some newspaper and his chin hit the floor. That's it. We quickly deduced that this was beyond the healing qualities of a kiss and a band-aid and rushed our boy out to get stitches. He was a zen ninja master "I eat pain for breakfast"-I on the other hand fainted from the idea of my son in so much pain. He is perfectly okay now-"chicks dig scars".
Strangely enough, he received this injury in a rather innocent way. I had returned home and he was excited to see me, so he ran down the hallway and accidentally slipped on some newspaper and his chin hit the floor. That's it. We quickly deduced that this was beyond the healing qualities of a kiss and a band-aid and rushed our boy out to get stitches. He was a zen ninja master "I eat pain for breakfast"-I on the other hand fainted from the idea of my son in so much pain. He is perfectly okay now-"chicks dig scars".
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