Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you.....
This month is such a special one it's birthday time for yooooou......
Estas soooon las mananiiiiitas que cantaaaaaba el Rey Daviiiiiid......
You've had a birthday shout hooray.....
This is your birthday song, it isn't very long.......
Cumpleanos feliz, cumpleanos feliz..........
So many ways to sing Happy Birthday to my hubby. Although he's ancient now, I still love him a lot. Drop him a line and tell him he's wonderful today.
Friday, July 3, 2009
Friday, June 26, 2009
Dear Diary
Disclaimer: What follows is a purely selfish journaling post for my benefit. Lots of pictures, quick explanations, like a travel log. However, if you are interested, this pretty much wraps up our month of June 2009.
After the blessing, my sister Amy and her husband Eric came to visit us all the way from China. We entertained each other for four days, and loved every minute.
Then we all met up in Disneyland with my parents and my sister Chandra. Disneyland is always wonderful, but this trip was super special for a number of reasons.
It was Grayden's first time, at six weeks old, (which still doesn't beat Chandra taking her two week old). Thanks to Jamie for the shirt she gave him at my baby shower. Here we are in the Grand Californian, getting ready for the day.
Gray got the customary mouse ears:
Then for brunch we went to Club 33, an exclusive club for members with a restaurant above the Blue Bayou. In front of the elusive door:
The tiny elevator up to the restaurant:
The big round table where we sat:
They gave Gray a "1st time" pin:
And last but certainly not least, the toilets that look like wicker chairs. Good times!
We also saw the first night of the new and improved Fantasmic show in the VIP seating area. They provide you with treat boxes and serve you drinks.
Man, we were high class this trip! You would have thought we were celebrities:
While we were in California, we stopped in on my brother's commencement. For his Ph.D. in electrical engineering. (Ok, so it was the reason we went to Cali in the first place). It was a somber day of sincere introspection for him:
The next week my parent came into town again for my nephew Talon's baptism (followed by a rocking BBQ and pool party. I think my brother Ryan cooked a whole cow....and a pig.....and a few chickens) :
Next, my friend Shelley came into town and we had a day to hang out together, but I don't have any pictures of that yet. Shocking. But it was super fun to spend a day with her, I'm glad she came.
And, interspersed throughout June, we have been crazy first parents taking pictures of our new smiley boy. Or should I say goofy grinning boy. He kinda has an awkward smile:
As a side note, Nate and I woke up one morning to a grunting baby, and when I went to get him saw this. I made Nate run and get the camera. I gave birth to seal. But now when I say we're going to give him to the circus, we know he's got his act all planned out. He'll be a star.
After the blessing, my sister Amy and her husband Eric came to visit us all the way from China. We entertained each other for four days, and loved every minute.
Then we all met up in Disneyland with my parents and my sister Chandra. Disneyland is always wonderful, but this trip was super special for a number of reasons.
It was Grayden's first time, at six weeks old, (which still doesn't beat Chandra taking her two week old). Thanks to Jamie for the shirt she gave him at my baby shower. Here we are in the Grand Californian, getting ready for the day.
Gray got the customary mouse ears:
Then for brunch we went to Club 33, an exclusive club for members with a restaurant above the Blue Bayou. In front of the elusive door:
The tiny elevator up to the restaurant:
The big round table where we sat:
They gave Gray a "1st time" pin:
And last but certainly not least, the toilets that look like wicker chairs. Good times!
We also saw the first night of the new and improved Fantasmic show in the VIP seating area. They provide you with treat boxes and serve you drinks.
Man, we were high class this trip! You would have thought we were celebrities:
While we were in California, we stopped in on my brother's commencement. For his Ph.D. in electrical engineering. (Ok, so it was the reason we went to Cali in the first place). It was a somber day of sincere introspection for him:
The next week my parent came into town again for my nephew Talon's baptism (followed by a rocking BBQ and pool party. I think my brother Ryan cooked a whole cow....and a pig.....and a few chickens) :
Next, my friend Shelley came into town and we had a day to hang out together, but I don't have any pictures of that yet. Shocking. But it was super fun to spend a day with her, I'm glad she came.
And, interspersed throughout June, we have been crazy first parents taking pictures of our new smiley boy. Or should I say goofy grinning boy. He kinda has an awkward smile:
As a side note, Nate and I woke up one morning to a grunting baby, and when I went to get him saw this. I made Nate run and get the camera. I gave birth to seal. But now when I say we're going to give him to the circus, we know he's got his act all planned out. He'll be a star.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Blessings
Nate blessed Grayden on Sunday. The entire Kolbaba clan was able to come, and my parents and brother's family. It's so nice to spend a weekend with family.
Love these guys.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
25%
This little boy is in the 25th percentile at one month. I gave birth to a runt. Who would've guessed?
That's me. I think there are some similarities. Mostly the chubbiness.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
He gets this from YOUR side of the family....
My kid doesn't love to lie flat on his back when he's awake. Who likes to stare at the ceiling anyway? So, sometimes I prop him up on the Boppy (thanks Carrie!) so he can look around. As I was folding some laundry, I look over and see this:
So I grabbed the camera. The little smile was just luck, he smiles a lot in his sleep. But the pose is beyond me. I'm glad he's too young to tell me what he wants to be when he grows up, I don't think I could handle him saying "male model".
He's also gained nearly a pound. Notice the double chin.
So I grabbed the camera. The little smile was just luck, he smiles a lot in his sleep. But the pose is beyond me. I'm glad he's too young to tell me what he wants to be when he grows up, I don't think I could handle him saying "male model".
He's also gained nearly a pound. Notice the double chin.
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Grayden has arrived!!!
As always we are a little behind in our blogging. But this is a big one. Grayden James has come into our lives and has completely taken it over. It was not by force of course, but by pure adorableness. (See picture below)
He was born April 27th at 6:19 pm. He was 6 lbs 14 oz and 19.5". Now because this is our first there is great debate on which family he looks like most. When I first saw him, he looked very similar to a few nephews on Mandy's side. But if you scroll down to the post called "Little Drama King" and see the picture of baby Nate, you will see a great resemblance. I think it is a mirror image.
Both myself and Mandy are enamored with him. He is a good eater and sleeper. We could not have asked for a better son. He is also very strong. At three days old, he rolled over. We were doing some tummy time and like most babies, Grayden does not like it. Well, he got very upset and said that is it and rolled over.
As you can see we have jumped into video blogging with both feet. We are no longer chained down by the shackles of just pictures.
It looks like we are still learning how to use the video camera. So here are some more pictures.
He was born April 27th at 6:19 pm. He was 6 lbs 14 oz and 19.5". Now because this is our first there is great debate on which family he looks like most. When I first saw him, he looked very similar to a few nephews on Mandy's side. But if you scroll down to the post called "Little Drama King" and see the picture of baby Nate, you will see a great resemblance. I think it is a mirror image.
Both myself and Mandy are enamored with him. He is a good eater and sleeper. We could not have asked for a better son. He is also very strong. At three days old, he rolled over. We were doing some tummy time and like most babies, Grayden does not like it. Well, he got very upset and said that is it and rolled over.
As you can see we have jumped into video blogging with both feet. We are no longer chained down by the shackles of just pictures.
It looks like we are still learning how to use the video camera. So here are some more pictures.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Kick.....me
Nope, the title does not refer to my unborn (but not for long!) child.
You know the phrase "on a kick"? Such as, "I'm on a cereal kick", or a rollerblading kick, or a purple nail polish kick, or a peanut butter kick, etc. It usually refers to a kind of temporary passion or fetish a person may have, for no particular reason other than a random heightened interest in one thing for an extended period of time.
Some kicks are good. Actually, it's nice when these turn into permanent kicks, or "habits" as we like to call them at that point. In this category you would find kicks such as journal writing, exercise, eating certain healthy foods, service or volunteer work, and countless hobby kicks that turn into real talents.
When it comes to kicks in the food category, pregnant women can get away with murder because it's referred to as a "craving". So, if an expectant mother wanted to eat a Snickers bar with every meal, you wouldn't call it an unhealthy kick, it's a silly craving that will pass....(if you are wise, you wouldn't say anything at all about it).
Well, folks, I am on a kick. A bad, evil kick. The title of my kick is: Scones.
Now, other than things like illegal substance abuse, I can't think of a more unhealthy kick. Why must my current fetish be deep fried in oil and then smothered in butter or honey or jam or powdered sugar? The grease alone is going to kill me. What's worse, this kick takes serious effort, since I use frozen rolls dough that has to defrost for about four hours. This is no instant gratification kick. But am I willing to put in the time? Oh, yes. Mine is also a dangerous kick. I won't post a picture of the hot oil blister I have on my finger, but this kick has wounded me. You would think that would slow it down a little, but I haven't noticed that effect yet.
So, who do I blame for this current kick? Oh, pick one:
1. My mother. Every once in a while when we were kids (and sometimes even now as adults when we get together) my mom would get up early to start the dough defrosting so when we were all up and ready to eat she could make these scones for us. So, I obviously associate scones with a loving act by my mom. Also, she's the one who taught me how to make them. It's her fault! (Besides, isn't it customary to blame the mother)?
2. My husband. He really likes them, too. So technically I'm just being a selfless wife making my husband happy. I will not go into further detail about how he eats one or two and I eat.....more. And about all those times I make them while he's not even home.......hm. Let's move on.
3. The kid. He can't defend himself, so let's blame the little guy. It's a craving! I have no control over it! I'm pregnant!! He's the one who likes the greasy, buttery goodness!
Phew. I feel much better. This blogging thing is pretty therapeutic.
You know the phrase "on a kick"? Such as, "I'm on a cereal kick", or a rollerblading kick, or a purple nail polish kick, or a peanut butter kick, etc. It usually refers to a kind of temporary passion or fetish a person may have, for no particular reason other than a random heightened interest in one thing for an extended period of time.
Some kicks are good. Actually, it's nice when these turn into permanent kicks, or "habits" as we like to call them at that point. In this category you would find kicks such as journal writing, exercise, eating certain healthy foods, service or volunteer work, and countless hobby kicks that turn into real talents.
When it comes to kicks in the food category, pregnant women can get away with murder because it's referred to as a "craving". So, if an expectant mother wanted to eat a Snickers bar with every meal, you wouldn't call it an unhealthy kick, it's a silly craving that will pass....(if you are wise, you wouldn't say anything at all about it).
Well, folks, I am on a kick. A bad, evil kick. The title of my kick is: Scones.
Now, other than things like illegal substance abuse, I can't think of a more unhealthy kick. Why must my current fetish be deep fried in oil and then smothered in butter or honey or jam or powdered sugar? The grease alone is going to kill me. What's worse, this kick takes serious effort, since I use frozen rolls dough that has to defrost for about four hours. This is no instant gratification kick. But am I willing to put in the time? Oh, yes. Mine is also a dangerous kick. I won't post a picture of the hot oil blister I have on my finger, but this kick has wounded me. You would think that would slow it down a little, but I haven't noticed that effect yet.
So, who do I blame for this current kick? Oh, pick one:
1. My mother. Every once in a while when we were kids (and sometimes even now as adults when we get together) my mom would get up early to start the dough defrosting so when we were all up and ready to eat she could make these scones for us. So, I obviously associate scones with a loving act by my mom. Also, she's the one who taught me how to make them. It's her fault! (Besides, isn't it customary to blame the mother)?
2. My husband. He really likes them, too. So technically I'm just being a selfless wife making my husband happy. I will not go into further detail about how he eats one or two and I eat.....more. And about all those times I make them while he's not even home.......hm. Let's move on.
3. The kid. He can't defend himself, so let's blame the little guy. It's a craving! I have no control over it! I'm pregnant!! He's the one who likes the greasy, buttery goodness!
Phew. I feel much better. This blogging thing is pretty therapeutic.
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