tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31795162288616050142024-03-13T08:32:22.819-07:00The Adventures of AJ and AiyanaApril Curryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13377182636769942406noreply@blogger.comBlogger84125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179516228861605014.post-75312999129979295982011-09-19T21:05:00.000-07:002011-09-19T21:06:22.869-07:00Happy 2nd Birthday AJ<div style="text-align: center;">
I don't know why I didn't post this in March of 2010! Here is is anyway.<br />
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Last week you turned 2. I get a sweet, warm and fuzzy feeling inside when I think about you son. </div>
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Each day you make me smile over and over. </div>
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Each day you grow a little and say new things.</div>
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Each day you get closer to my heart.</div>
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You have blessed our family and filled our lives with joy and giggles! </div>
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And last week you ate cupcakes! </div>
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Each day youApril Curryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13377182636769942406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179516228861605014.post-25263212696995768292011-09-19T21:03:00.000-07:002011-09-19T21:03:23.787-07:00Busy weekWe were so busy last week! The events kept us in suspense and smiling. It began Monday and Tuesday as we were awaiting the grand opening of Aiyana's new school, Old Town Academy. It was originally postponed to open a week late on Monday then to Tuesday then finally to Wednesday. After all the anticipation, the first day was a success! Aiyana thinks her teacher is great and she has plenty of friends in class. She seems to thrive in the small school atmosphere. There is only one class for each grade.<br />
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Balloon fun<br />
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She can't believe she is actually a first grader!<br />
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We were completing her first grade scavenger hunt to find all<br />
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She was happy to see us picking her up!<br />
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Immediately after we picked up Aiyana from school we headed to AJ's karate class. Aiyana is an aid in the class. AJ was given his first promotion. He now has a yellow tape on his white belt. He is on his way!<br />
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Serious samurai<br />
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Blue Steel Samurai<br />
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Thursday was another great day at school for Aiyana. The morning was a little rough before she had her oatmeal. She told me that she "wished school didn't exist" and she said she wanted to stay with us all day. Once she was fed and dressed it was all good. She had wonderful things to say when she got home despite the apprehensive start to the day. She was happy to be the teachers messenger and deliver any necessary communication to the office or the kinder teacher.<br />
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As cute as can be<br />
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Yana is trying to push AJ out of the shot. <br />
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Now this is more like it!<br />
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That afternoon after school was Aiyana's big test day in karate. She has been a purple belt for several months now and was ready to show that she could advance. She was very nervous but her tendency to come through in the clutch showed through! Sensei tested her basics (kicks, punches, stances, and blocks), sparring, and Kata (form). She passed her test and is now a purple belt with a white stripe. <br />
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Just before the test began her nerves were apparent.<br />
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Here the Master Sensei is adding a white tape to her purple belt signifying her promotion<br />
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Job well done Yaya!! I am so proud of you and all your hard work and dedication!<br />
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Finally it was Friday after a long week! We had a great morning and Aiyana felt so sassy and ready to get to school. I mean just look at the knee socks! Shut up right?<br />
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After all the school kids went up to class, AJ and I hung out with the construction crew as they dumped piles of dirt over the soon-to-be turf field. <br />
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AJ was sitting on the digger the tractor would later use to smooth out the dirt.<br />
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Look at his morning puffy face! So cute!<br />
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After the dirt was dumped, AJ insisted we stay and watch the bobcat spread it out. We hung out for an hour and chatted and learned. One of the crewman gave AJ a pile of dirt and in his awesome deep big daddy voice he told the man, "I am going to keep this forever." It was a moment. I cherish these times with my kids. I know it is just a blink and they are grown up.<br />
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Aiyana is truly a bright little girl. She is reading better each day. She can complete several books a day and fully comprehend the story. Taking the time to read with her hours each day when she was a baby has truly paid off.<br />
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She is also training to compete in her first karate tournament. We will go to Disneyland and she will perform her kata and spar against other kids her age and skill level. She is a purple belt now and is helping out with AJ's little dragons class.<br />
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She will begin first grade this September. I look forward to this school year. Last year was rough because AJ got so many ear infections and colds and pneumonia. Now that he is a bit bigger, and hopefully a stronger immune system, we have high hopes for getting through this year healthy.<br />
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AJ is 3 now and is at the stage where Mommy is the best! At the park yesterday he was observing the felt lining from the bottom of the sand box. "Maam, excuse me, what is this stuff?" he asked another mom. She said she didn't know, so I told him it was the lining. He then continued on with the other mom, "My mother said it's the lining." So sweet! AJ plays cars and trucks and planes and motorcycles and boats all day long. He loves to define a bad guy and a good guy and set up scenarios of the bad guy getting beat. He is fairly self sufficient when it comes to play time.<br />
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When he hugs me my heart just melts down in seconds. Life is truly precious.<br />
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This September we will enter AJ into the parent participation indoor preschool Aiyana attended. We call it "college" because it is through a local community college. AJ attended the class with Aiyana a year ago and he remembers Teacher Marina and that she is "nice because she lets them play play-dough everyday if they want."<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">Wow!! I just ran across this photo from May 2007 as I was going to shut the computer down! Those days were so sweet! And...that hair was quick and easy! Long gone are the days of spray and run!</div><div style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /></a></div>April Curryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13377182636769942406noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179516228861605014.post-76228092249269084002011-05-06T23:27:00.000-07:002011-05-06T23:27:38.240-07:00Bye bye tooth #5!!<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HTcpc2pkEkY/TcTk-uFu3SI/AAAAAAAAxEA/rzbr6RrvmQM/s1600/IMG_1290.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HTcpc2pkEkY/TcTk-uFu3SI/AAAAAAAAxEA/rzbr6RrvmQM/s400/IMG_1290.JPG" /></a> </div><div style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"><img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 50% transparent; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /></a><br />
Yaya lost her fifth tooth on April 18!! It came out while she was brushing.<br />
Now evewysing szoundzs wike zisss!<br />
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Tuesday we took a stroll through Balboa Park to enjoy the amazing weather we have been having. We went to the Model Railroad Museum and then the kids played around the beautiful architecture. AJ asks to take a tour through Balboa Park at least twice a week, so he was satisfied to get his wish!<br />
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We decided to put Aiyana in a school that isn't in our neighborhood. We are very happy with our choice so far! The Kinder system is very organized and Aiyana comes home from school happy each day. The first thing she usually tells me is that they "learned MORE stuff she already knows"! She has really showed lots of independence the past few weeks with her new found freedom. She even asked me to drop her off at the front of the school and she could find her own way to her classroom. Not a chance!April Curryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13377182636769942406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179516228861605014.post-87423106019793792932010-09-18T16:32:00.000-07:002010-09-18T16:32:35.164-07:00TeamworkAiyana was playing with a tow truck- "I'm a tow truck and I will tow your firetruck & your fire station." <br />
AJ was playing with a firetruck and fire station- " I only need my fire truck towed, not my fire station!" <br />
Aiyana- But I want to tow the fire station. <br />
AJ- But I am a fire truck and I need to be towed!<br />
Aiyana- OK I will tow the fire truck and the fire station.<br />
AJ- No! Not the fire station, Just the fire TRUCK!<br />
Me- I have an idea... You can do both, tow just the fire truck and then tow them both!<br />
Aiyana- OK! First we will tow the fire station then we will tow the fire truck!<br />
AJ- NO- first we tow the fire truck then we tow the fire station!<br />
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<div style="text-align: justify;">It will be gone soon. Aiyana has 2 loose teeth! Soon these pearly whites will be long gone. We have been taking lots of big cheesy smile photos.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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I continued on with my afternoon folding clothes and dancing around the house with the kids as we listened to Reggae music. At bedtime AJ again said, "Mommy you are a thief."<br />
Me- "Really? What do thieves do?"<br />
AJ replied after a moment of thought, "They do bad things."<br />
Me- "Oh. Bad things like what?"<br />
AJ- "They take things from happy people." <br />
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This evening I walked into another ambush at bedtime. This time AJ informed me that I was a bad guy sometimes. I asked him why and he replied, "You are a bad guy because bad guys do bad things."<br />
Me- "Well, what bad things do I do?"<br />
AJ- "You take things from bad people."<br />
Me- "If I take things from bad people does that make me bad?"<br />
AJ- "Yes. And sometimes you take things from the other happy kids also."<br />
Me- "Really? What do I take from the other kids?"<br />
AJ-"Sometimes when you are a bad Mommy you take banging things and bats away from the other happy kids."<br />
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He really does think I am a bad guy. Well, I let it rest a bit and when I was brushing his teeth I reminded him that bad mommies aren't really trying to make the happy kids sad. They just have to make sure that the happy kids follow the rules with the banging things and bats and don't hurt anybody or break anything. I think he is OK with that because he grabbed my face and gave me a perfect kiss on the cheek.<br />
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We went to watch, but when she was finished we decided to let the kids go for one game.<br />
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Gram taught them how to hold the ball correctly and gave them a tip here and there to keep them on track. AJ was so excited to pick up his ball by himself and roll it down the lane. Just after he rolled the ball each time he turned around and with a huge grin on face he would yell, "I did it!"<br />
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Aiyana was focused on making sure her and AJ's ball came to the correct side of the rack. She did her best to be sweet with Gram and it was such a joy to watch her have a big girl day. I think all of the "oh you are so beautiful and pretty" comments from Gram's friends gave Aiyana a dainty girl attitude.<br />
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Overall it was a great afternoon! Spending time with Gram is always fun. We need to do it more! <br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">The week of February 15 we tried going bare at home to potty train cold turkey. Primal yes, effective yes. Ha ha! Well, it actually went much better than I expected! He only had a handful of accidents including one situation where he approached me with a big pile of "mud" in his hand. (I didn't take a picture of it.) Each time he had an accident I was very casual and just said, "oops you had an accident. That's ok. Let's clean it up." (Thank goodness we have tile flooring.) I would throw a towel on top of the pee and ask him to clean it up. I would help him clean it up and then sit him on the potty for a minute. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;">After that I thought we had better get some training pants. So off to the store to get some big boy underwear. I personally don't get the point of pull-ups. We went with the real deal. He has worn those for the last 3 days. We went for a walk around the block while he was wearing the training pants yesterday and they were dry when we returned. We haven't had an accident in them yet! He has only been wearing a diaper at nap and bedtime.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyKG-4cjeRs/S4ypOB6rtTI/AAAAAAAAgps/SgB5jjO1hQM/s1600-h/IMG_3993.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyKG-4cjeRs/S4ypOB6rtTI/AAAAAAAAgps/SgB5jjO1hQM/s320/IMG_3993.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;">Today was preschool. I debated whether I should attempt to train at school or just put a diaper on him. I asked him what he wanted and he said he wanted to "wear big boy underwear at school". I was surprised! So I put a diaper on him anyway. I didn't want to risk it. He is only 1 year and 362 days old after all. Around 10am he started grabbing himself (new thing) and told one of the mommys "potty, potty, potty!" She asked me if he was potty training and I walked him to the potty. The preschool potty is so cute (if a toilet can be any kind of cute). It is preschool size. AJ was able to stand up in front of it and go. I was so happy that he was able to give me enough warning to get him there and then stand up too! What a day. He went one more time at school and didn't pee in his diaper at all. The rest of the day at home went great also. No accidents! I am so blessed to have children who potty train well. He knows how to use his hose!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">We were eating lunch at the table. Just after I finished my food, AJ asked me if I was full. Then he asked me if I was done. I said that yes, I was full. Then in perfect AJ fashion, he informed me that I need to please get up. I told him I wanted to sit with him and keep in company while he ate. He said, "No, you get up." I giggled and gave him a kiss on the cheek and I was about to put my dish in the sink when he asked me to sit down. I have a feeling he thinks I am his puppet and he just wants to see what he can get me to do. Nah...he is too cute for that! (wink)</div>April Curryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13377182636769942406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179516228861605014.post-34546890034656650402010-02-24T23:20:00.000-08:002010-02-24T23:20:57.138-08:00Since I can't clone myself...<div style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyKG-4cjeRs/S4YknhaFvLI/AAAAAAAAgpE/BzamxFQIr2o/s1600-h/IMG_4608.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyKG-4cjeRs/S4YknhaFvLI/AAAAAAAAgpE/BzamxFQIr2o/s320/IMG_4608.JPG" /></a> </div><br />
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Now that we have gotten all of the kid stuff out of the way I look forward to spending the day celebrating love. I have so much to celebrate. Finding love is sweet...keeping love is amazing! This day is a celebration (or as Aiyana has been saying all week "preparation") of so much for so many. To me, it is a day to enjoy my husband/boyfriend/best friend and to get as many hugs and kisses as I have time for! I can't wait.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">It's official! After months of hard work, Aiyana has been promoted to orange belt. Well, it has a white stripe through the middle. The next step is a solid orange belt. She has been practicing her wide and steady stance and sharp punches and kicks. We have put in hours of practicing her kata over and over. She went through a hilarious kata demonstration where she was distracted halfway through by the kids on the side licking ice cream cones. We have yellow tape on our living room floor to help her memorize her steps. But now, it was all worth it. On to the next hill to conquer Yana! I love you big girl!</span><br />
</div>April Curryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13377182636769942406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179516228861605014.post-29935689012028745282009-10-24T14:22:00.000-07:002009-10-24T14:39:21.180-07:00Our baby baller<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyKG-4cjeRs/SuNzGyBEqkI/AAAAAAAAYiU/wUwFovCOMko/s1600-h/IMG_2250.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyKG-4cjeRs/SuNzGyBEqkI/AAAAAAAAYiU/wUwFovCOMko/s400/IMG_2250.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396283338862668354" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyKG-4cjeRs/SuNwf8BEbFI/AAAAAAAAYiM/Fn6IxFrof5M/s1600-h/IMG_1983.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyKG-4cjeRs/SuNwf8BEbFI/AAAAAAAAYiM/Fn6IxFrof5M/s400/IMG_1983.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396280472508853330" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">AJ has an amazing talent with sports. He can dribble with both hands, crossover, kick while running, shoot, hit, throw, catch, whatever. He surprises us every day. The boy is a natural. We really look forward to the time ahead of us as we watch his love of sports unfold. The question is not will he be amazing at a sport, the question is which one will be his favorite. It is so much fun to watch!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyKG-4cjeRs/SuNwfUAQ9_I/AAAAAAAAYiE/TGHSnaoKF58/s1600-h/IMG_1987.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyKG-4cjeRs/SuNwfUAQ9_I/AAAAAAAAYiE/TGHSnaoKF58/s400/IMG_1987.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396280461768062962" border="0" /></a>OK... so I may be bragging a little :)<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>April Curryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13377182636769942406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179516228861605014.post-12287135853308603762009-10-17T23:26:00.001-07:002009-10-17T23:36:57.759-07:00I don't know about you...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyKG-4cjeRs/Stq3ZIVHYeI/AAAAAAAAYac/jCE7pFtoRAs/s1600-h/IMG_1900.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyKG-4cjeRs/Stq3ZIVHYeI/AAAAAAAAYac/jCE7pFtoRAs/s400/IMG_1900.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393825146090250722" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">but we love the Fall!<br /></div>April Curryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13377182636769942406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179516228861605014.post-24321019036571014582009-10-03T21:47:00.000-07:002009-10-03T22:06:54.777-07:00I still get teary eyed when<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyKG-4cjeRs/SsgtVMlxyXI/AAAAAAAAX7M/BsDQm8FkTiY/s1600-h/March+2008+076.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyKG-4cjeRs/SsgtVMlxyXI/AAAAAAAAX7M/BsDQm8FkTiY/s400/March+2008+076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388606796328978802" border="0" /></a><br />I kiss my sleeping children on the forehead.<br /><br />There have been many changes around here in the past month! Aiyana has now given up naps (half the week) and AJ sleeps in his "big boy bed".<br /><br />Now I have to get into bed at a decent hour.April Curryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13377182636769942406noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179516228861605014.post-23132260049375273792009-09-16T22:33:00.000-07:002009-09-16T22:52:11.573-07:00Take me out to the ball game...We went to a Padres game a couple of weeks ago. We sat on the 3rd base line and Rich caught a foul ball. He gave it to Aiyana and she tried to throw it back on the field! Luckily she only threw it about 7 rows and did not make it to the field. Rich had to coax a young boy into giving us the ball back. He did get it back and the kids held on tight from that point on! It is so funny because a 3 yr old girl did the same thing at a different game and she was all over the news today! <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyKG-4cjeRs/SrHM3TAlDmI/AAAAAAAAXbs/sI1A9RHV8wc/s1600-h/IMG_1491.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyKG-4cjeRs/SrHM3TAlDmI/AAAAAAAAXbs/sI1A9RHV8wc/s400/IMG_1491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382308280052026978" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyKG-4cjeRs/SrHM2_HoNPI/AAAAAAAAXbk/A80IcjhCNkw/s1600-h/IMG_1483.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyKG-4cjeRs/SrHM2_HoNPI/AAAAAAAAXbk/A80IcjhCNkw/s400/IMG_1483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382308274712884466" border="0" /></a><br />AJ spent plenty of time eating the ice out of my cup.<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyKG-4cjeRs/SrHM2UzmJ8I/AAAAAAAAXbc/FsznCKsC558/s1600-h/IMG_1468.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyKG-4cjeRs/SrHM2UzmJ8I/AAAAAAAAXbc/FsznCKsC558/s400/IMG_1468.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382308263354574786" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyKG-4cjeRs/SrHM1vg_rxI/AAAAAAAAXbU/VQUmssguHwQ/s1600-h/IMG_1460.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyKG-4cjeRs/SrHM1vg_rxI/AAAAAAAAXbU/VQUmssguHwQ/s400/IMG_1460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382308253344444178" border="0" /></a>April Curryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13377182636769942406noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3179516228861605014.post-79083565093125299482009-09-13T23:18:00.000-07:002009-09-13T23:24:53.231-07:00Knock knock<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyKG-4cjeRs/Sq3hf8GifqI/AAAAAAAAXZU/48c_drmdxU8/s1600-h/IMG_1513.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZyKG-4cjeRs/Sq3hf8GifqI/AAAAAAAAXZU/48c_drmdxU8/s400/IMG_1513.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381205068603358882" border="0" /></a><br />Today AJ told us his first knock knock joke! We were telling knock knock jokes at the dinner table when AJ decided he was ready to take part in the fun.<br />AJ- Knock knock (knocking with his hand in the air)<br />me- Who's there?<br />AJ- Me (raising his hand)<br />Me- Me who?<br />AJ- ana! (banana)<br /><br />Hilarious!<br /><br />I am pretty sure he got it from the joke I had told a few minutes earlier. Knock knock. Who's there? Banana. Banana who? Knock knock. Who's there? Banana. Banana who? Knock knock. Who's there? Orange. Orange who? Orange you glad I didn't say banana?April Curryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13377182636769942406noreply@blogger.com2