Friday, March 21, 2008

Tucson here we come!

Cousin Maya hiking at Bear Creek

Playing with my Auntie Chrysta

Sun Setting on a Sauguro CactusMaya hitching a ride from daddy Rod
...what a view behind us!

Eating a lid...one of my favorite toys in Tuscon

Maya and Anhel would play in the mud for hours, check out that hole to the right!
My big cousins, Anhel (frog) and Maya (elephant)
Me and Moms hiking up the Creek
Foot Freedom!!!! Plus, if you look close you will see my first battle scars. Mom walked too close to a cactus and it sratched me three times. Trust me, I let my mom know!!! WAAAAA!



Music Time Open House

Every Monday, Wednesday and Thursday Miss Tanya (pictured with gray sweatshirt, blond hair) comes into the Infant room and sings with the little ones. Sometimes we dance, use maracas or tamborines and she even uses puppets for Old McDonald. As a parent and also as the lead teacher, I felt the parents of the rest of these little ones needed an opportunity to see their precious musicians in action. Tanya and I set a date and were pleasantly amazed to find that at least one parent from each child attended the event. Way more than expected! It was a blast! Total we had 12 children and 18 adults present in one small space! What an awesome turnout!

Herbster Cabin

Nate and Alina invited us for a nice weekend getaway to Herbster, WI. We got to sauna, eat yummy food, drive across the "Ice Highway" from Bayfield to Madeline Island, and ReLaX! It was a fun time and gorgeous weather!


Thursday, March 6, 2008

Brinnon from the Beginnin'

This is my favorite work from my Daddy. Mommy laughs out loud when reading it too!
Why the story? It has become 'tradition' on my Mommy's side of the family to write a story every Christmas about something that has happened to you during the year or years past. My Grandma keeps track (or supposed to) of the stories so when my cousin and I grow up we will have all of these neat stories to reflect on. Since I can't write yet, my Daddy took the honors and came up with a real clever poem for me. I helped with what I could.....Enjoy!

Brinnon from the Beginnin’


This is my first Christmas and storytime letter
So this tradition is a given, I don’t know any better

Since stories come from history and my time’s been quite limited
I give a brief synopsis of this life I’ve been gifted

You would think I would say it started with a bright light or a spark
But, from what I recall everything was blurry and dark

Of course I was screaming, it was cold with masked strangers
Here I thought spicy foods were the worst of life’s dangers

This wild new environment made my mood quite surly
Though I was told I was late, I’m sure I came early

It was loud, it was crisp I had to see, hear, learn breathing
That was all before I heard this term called feeding

It was really quite easy being fed from a tube
Now my day is spent hunting and pecking for mom’s boob

(So when dad watches the boob tube I don’t quite get it technically,
But then I’m pretty new, it will come to me eventually.)

Back to the timeline as the learning curve curved
I was held by my mom as her tired “love you’s” slurred

On to recovery for both of us I guess
Mom with her tummy and me with birth’s stress

As a family we ventured home where it was about 1,000 degrees
Even as a baby I knew there shouldn’t sweat behind your knees

Sleep, eat, poop, sleep was the M.O. for a few weeks
Then all of a sudden I started showing sneak peaks…

Of who I was now and was going to be
I started smiling then laughing and started to see.

The sleep, eat, poop, sleep was still the routine
But there were cute looks and maybe a scream in between.

The people that came they act like they knew me
And their voices are somewhat familiar but less soupy

But I take them in stride and give them a smile
Thats usually all it takes, then they hold me a while.

It’s a slippery slope once you start sqwaking and bawking
I learned mom and dad really responded to this talking

Whether good or bad when I have something to mention
When I holler Mom and dad jump to attention

This is a good system I like how it’s efficient
If it continued for 30 years that should be sufficient

What else, let’s see oh yeah my feet!
My socks are the coolest so are my toes underneath

I grab them and eat them and stand on them with aid
Eventually I’ll move to work off the chunky thighs mom made

My plan is to roll then maybe start rocking
Next thing you know I’ll be crawling then walking..

Then running, then jumping then driving my own car
Dad you better start saving it’s really not that far

It really goes fast 5 months have already past
I don’t know about you but I’ve had a blast

I hope it only gets better and gets even cooler
I hope to grow teeth soon so I’m less of a drooler

I’ll try to be an angel and if not to be forgiven
love to my family
yours truly, grinnin’ Brinnon

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

Gramma

Gramma came to visit me and I sported my hat all weekend long. Do I look like a cupcake in my hat?

Nona G and Baby B

This is one of the cutest videos I've captured. Nona came over one afternoon while her mommy, Grace, ran some errands. After B woke up from her nap, the two girls played so well together. I've never heard B laugh out loud on her own until Nona was there to interact with. Hopefully Brinnon and Nona will have a lot more playdates!

My Little Science Experiment

I am so sick of boogers I think I just might scream.
"Get used to them, you have a child!" I tell myself.
But then I ask myself "Can one ever get used to boogers? Can anyone ever get used to watching/hearing their child sneeze and then witness two gargantuan rivers of yellow mucus pour into their mouth?"
My belief is no.
At least for me.
I know I will never get used to boogers. They will always always be disgusting to me. I blame B and every single boogery kid with contributing to the cause of everyone I know to be sick. Yuck! My lovely B is a living breathing petri dish!
My darling daughter just sneezed....so I must run to catch the tributaries before they empty into the great basin.