tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-69878687030999697972024-03-12T18:50:29.325-07:00O'Neil FamilyO'Neil Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16749920905637665110noreply@blogger.comBlogger541125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987868703099969797.post-20441050016838519832011-11-11T19:54:00.000-08:002011-11-11T19:54:16.171-08:00We'll Miss You Auda!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Travel safe Auda</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We're counting down to December</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7hkdm-OMSkIOxiHBjasuHUPTc9u754zuVaiywrb8u961zFfQ5WEqDiIhAmw5Y2gmF9rOGODBBBJoH__9EgoRHeL3szTJOy3O_Z6_reWoOGsQdAsLWwT57BEB3m4RkmUlfex6ubwkJ8hE/s1600/793.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" nda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7hkdm-OMSkIOxiHBjasuHUPTc9u754zuVaiywrb8u961zFfQ5WEqDiIhAmw5Y2gmF9rOGODBBBJoH__9EgoRHeL3szTJOy3O_Z6_reWoOGsQdAsLWwT57BEB3m4RkmUlfex6ubwkJ8hE/s320/793.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center">WE LOVE YOU!</div><div align="center">BUNCHES AND BUNCHES!</div>O'Neil Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16749920905637665110noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987868703099969797.post-53715443133430532872011-07-21T03:13:00.000-07:002011-07-21T03:13:00.231-07:00I Can't Believe Its True!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: large;">My Baby Boy Is 2!!!</span></strong></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQer4o1jgWRPfG2rav2yu4VpUuxmGp637p311hI5g_MgFzBLkepN1jwksZ6OqRZr4yOnrv2-rBELRYo-RBjAygDBqmFHyps-kRYPZ1l4k1DBZb93ogw_pS9B6r6jo4M-WSTLON40Y4l9I/s1600/IMG_1063.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQer4o1jgWRPfG2rav2yu4VpUuxmGp637p311hI5g_MgFzBLkepN1jwksZ6OqRZr4yOnrv2-rBELRYo-RBjAygDBqmFHyps-kRYPZ1l4k1DBZb93ogw_pS9B6r6jo4M-WSTLON40Y4l9I/s320/IMG_1063.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Its hard to believe that my little man is already 2 years old.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Those hundreds, or maybe even more, conversations we had discussing what names we liked for our unborn baby seem like yesterdays conversations. Sometimes I look at my sweet boy and wonder where the time has gone. He is becoming such a little boy right before my eyes and I wish I could just pause time.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcLIaMAzG8nRyKIt483PhxF7eHghA_b46GAr7R_h2RXWidfCrFYer5t6qOgliYn6aNIT64xk_EGtwsEMEDeJntYdLgo9eiu01ALf_95K9FOSvPXXO5xYzMSm7a-CpxgemVQf3TJv72-Wk/s1600/IMG_0733.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcLIaMAzG8nRyKIt483PhxF7eHghA_b46GAr7R_h2RXWidfCrFYer5t6qOgliYn6aNIT64xk_EGtwsEMEDeJntYdLgo9eiu01ALf_95K9FOSvPXXO5xYzMSm7a-CpxgemVQf3TJv72-Wk/s320/IMG_0733.JPG" t$="true" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Kicen is full of energy and runs forever on empty. Just when I think he is about to crash his engine revs and he's back to crazy. He loves to have fun and simply likes to play. He can keep himself busy with the simplest toys and is developing the greatest imagination. He is silly and spontaneous. He is fearless and fun loving. He is quite a show off and loves to get a laugh. My little man will be the center of attention.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-FpCOyOPoDbLXdjuQX4zSbUq7g0kR-nDQkBiep4z9XWw0OZIZeMmZPL-niSx17sHlA1WHcTyU0aOl48gs-9kPB1Ym5Z5dGm-rKqkFtD-M66wVa1rvvUDIM23HcGbET_aPbM-NSOSOvtE/s1600/IMG_1082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-FpCOyOPoDbLXdjuQX4zSbUq7g0kR-nDQkBiep4z9XWw0OZIZeMmZPL-niSx17sHlA1WHcTyU0aOl48gs-9kPB1Ym5Z5dGm-rKqkFtD-M66wVa1rvvUDIM23HcGbET_aPbM-NSOSOvtE/s320/IMG_1082.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center">Kicen is a flirt by nature and plays the bashful card whenever women talk to him, but he can't get enough attention from any man he sees. He has no fear of strangers and wants everyone to be his friend. He is definitely a people person and never passes up an opportunity to show off.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVQ1thw_tE9_9cX64RgPZ0ToqWxixh-b2GZTmo53_lJykYi3ksknHIoOmsmbQK_Axcs79Mnlsoz6PXCXVEy-WgWRscA25369MeWnB1wzLPdpLmIR43Z95CkVPLz1iuHP6WAhVuKClmVWw/s1600/IMG_1119.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVQ1thw_tE9_9cX64RgPZ0ToqWxixh-b2GZTmo53_lJykYi3ksknHIoOmsmbQK_Axcs79Mnlsoz6PXCXVEy-WgWRscA25369MeWnB1wzLPdpLmIR43Z95CkVPLz1iuHP6WAhVuKClmVWw/s320/IMG_1119.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> My little man is a Russell boy to the core. He is ornery, stubborn and can get quite mad and he is sweet and gentle and ready for anything. He is a perfect mix of sugar and spice and will forever keep us on our toes. Kicen can get an attitude at the drop of a hat and turn around and flash the sweetest smile to melt your heart. I already know, without a doubt, Kicen will use these powers to his advantage.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9EOyjwFh6XmTboh9TotRnMqIWvtGYe7oh0bdzGGbGZDNV5Fni1E1zkE7EGNd_eD32Y3iw5j6-xm7vB_Enl1snLSs7sWtLDhOBEy2CAiUeAYqOpybygg7C0o8ON9OZcZdBIYYpD57ezGo/s1600/IMG_1130.jpg.2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="312" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9EOyjwFh6XmTboh9TotRnMqIWvtGYe7oh0bdzGGbGZDNV5Fni1E1zkE7EGNd_eD32Y3iw5j6-xm7vB_Enl1snLSs7sWtLDhOBEy2CAiUeAYqOpybygg7C0o8ON9OZcZdBIYYpD57ezGo/s320/IMG_1130.jpg.2.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Kicen has a huge heart and is always concerned about the well being of others. He asks on a regular basis if we are happy and is always making sure we're okay. While Kicen isn't the cuddler I wish he was, he does like lots of loves when he is hurt or isn't feeling well, especially if those loves are coming from his Auma. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLSbLw0G_RmCvIOZv2ffYDS7o1nvQg5Q0xNkYcK6sAdLEgqRA6VyE376bjV6zl21cs3tmBOjtqJVzftrrUWgKiZWIj3mhoz05GYXSvMcMY7U0NktWPssn-V-YczzTIhDFV5lbQMBwRmP0/s1600/IMG_1230.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLSbLw0G_RmCvIOZv2ffYDS7o1nvQg5Q0xNkYcK6sAdLEgqRA6VyE376bjV6zl21cs3tmBOjtqJVzftrrUWgKiZWIj3mhoz05GYXSvMcMY7U0NktWPssn-V-YczzTIhDFV5lbQMBwRmP0/s320/IMG_1230.JPG" t$="true" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> He doesn't like to share his Mommy with other kids and he doesn't like his Daddy to be out of his site. He is completely in love with his Auma, can't get enough of his Auda and can't stand to be without his Sister. He is not keen on the idea that something might be happening without him and he loves to have everyone together. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYwFGuDtUHihEh3P9OQbTaeqVJSCHpKQ8a3onMI0JOAXbJxObJc6Lx6VWiQt9VpN2oCxdRiVjD4exwqjOoLUise_iigJ3TrGc3aU2PJjPd6daw7pbzDoA5K-WDvPeeeV06qkP5IrXbqaQ/s1600/IMG_1494.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYwFGuDtUHihEh3P9OQbTaeqVJSCHpKQ8a3onMI0JOAXbJxObJc6Lx6VWiQt9VpN2oCxdRiVjD4exwqjOoLUise_iigJ3TrGc3aU2PJjPd6daw7pbzDoA5K-WDvPeeeV06qkP5IrXbqaQ/s320/IMG_1494.JPG" t$="true" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Kicen is without a doubt the class clown. He is always looking for an opportunity to show off, to make people laugh or to just be silly. The bigger the reaction, the bigger the show. I am bracing myself now for the phone calls from future teachers. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCLVd1AoIMg4g86Ui7A7dWNGjJu1fppc_RYPwHHMesUeXAvjKgB_Gxk22urFmNZ43v3-NPzUhuXcEwZzUAwdptBty79TJjTntO6katUeudT2k0urM6t4ZqI008-3ce9E1b8_upinhwEY8/s1600/IMG_1944.jpg.2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="279" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCLVd1AoIMg4g86Ui7A7dWNGjJu1fppc_RYPwHHMesUeXAvjKgB_Gxk22urFmNZ43v3-NPzUhuXcEwZzUAwdptBty79TJjTntO6katUeudT2k0urM6t4ZqI008-3ce9E1b8_upinhwEY8/s320/IMG_1944.jpg.2.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> The day Kicen was born was a crazy, fast paced, whirlwind day full of lots of love, laughter, family and friends. Kicen has kept that theme going strong over the past 2 years. At 2 years old, he already has his own ideas of how things should be and is very much his Mother's opinionated son. He has a very clear understanding of what he does and does not like and he isn't afraid to let you know. He LOVES his buppies, can not get enough of trucks/tractors/motorcycles, HATES toe jam and dirty hands and lives for peperoni. He loves animals and playing in water. He isn't a fan of anything that involves messes and must at all time have his Seahawks hat on his head.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVkPcmz_pkQ1RzYLQPSQ4IpWMmEo7TVJf6QfIiKlyMuBRzC2i6doVxVp8ReecMeSabp74WB8yHrVVo8KHBdsEIQrzXmbVjvQC9SuSw_5z98xLx8X7WVyLmOWbog5-wC2O-8enzEwzZuTI/s1600/IMG_0524.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVkPcmz_pkQ1RzYLQPSQ4IpWMmEo7TVJf6QfIiKlyMuBRzC2i6doVxVp8ReecMeSabp74WB8yHrVVo8KHBdsEIQrzXmbVjvQC9SuSw_5z98xLx8X7WVyLmOWbog5-wC2O-8enzEwzZuTI/s320/IMG_0524.JPG" t$="true" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Kicen is certainly the most enjoyable, energetic, fun loving little man. He brings joy to our home and so much love to our hearts. He is Sister's little pal, Mommy's little boy and Daddy's little buddy. I am amazed by him every day and am so blessed to be his Mom. He is a light in my life and a gift to our family.</div><div style="text-align: center;">He is simply amazing. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdXe66WGoocYawAYy62BLqiBDDcJlOSN8WaWZTrjq4dzHzgNqJwKnHMG70ON9P5TH9smT-OXcZ2IyeztysjPCf6EFE-H3Ng24-jibeMDp7UdGs_bnCbzKkKT_J1fGtEq3SAEsWQbDaGsI/s1600/IMG_1941.jpg.2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="317" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdXe66WGoocYawAYy62BLqiBDDcJlOSN8WaWZTrjq4dzHzgNqJwKnHMG70ON9P5TH9smT-OXcZ2IyeztysjPCf6EFE-H3Ng24-jibeMDp7UdGs_bnCbzKkKT_J1fGtEq3SAEsWQbDaGsI/s320/IMG_1941.jpg.2.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center">Words are not enough to describe the honor I feel to call myself your Mom.</div><div align="center"> I am beyond blessed to have you in my life and to watch you grow. I cherish every single minute I share with you and would give anything to stop the hands of time. You have my whole heart and I am so very proud of you. You are very much your own little person and I can't wait to see what is in store for you.</div><div align="center">Happy Birthday Kicen Michael, you have made my world complete and full of so much fun. You have given me an unparalleled happiness and an undefinable joy.</div><div align="center">You simply are my life and I could not love you more.</div>O'Neil Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16749920905637665110noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987868703099969797.post-68396055153390239512011-03-31T20:38:00.000-07:002011-03-31T20:44:00.981-07:00We're BAAAAACCCKKK!!!<div align="center">Its been some time since our last post...quite some time actually.</div>
<div align="center">A bit has changed.</div>
<div align="center"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kicen</span> got glasses, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nakiah</span> had her two front teeth knocked loose (by Kicen's head), both kids had their first haircuts, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Auda</span> is home from California and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Boog</span> & Dani are engaged!!!! Its been a pretty eventful 6 months. We have a lot to catch up on and TONS of pictures to post.</div>
<div align="center">I'll leave you with a taste of what's to come....</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMk1YFKOYK51PyeYoWY0cxNiz63-3kFkqrs2FRLWu1bwLehHU8SOCGlg7TzgDZ1RvzQE6aJqGUuuzEmvncA_83sJOedtIChdznJB1H_pWrHTyelLduml7oyXzc9PSxNnFOdHJPel-7peE/s1600/nakiah.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590454872767825634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMk1YFKOYK51PyeYoWY0cxNiz63-3kFkqrs2FRLWu1bwLehHU8SOCGlg7TzgDZ1RvzQE6aJqGUuuzEmvncA_83sJOedtIChdznJB1H_pWrHTyelLduml7oyXzc9PSxNnFOdHJPel-7peE/s320/nakiah.JPG" /></a>
<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9rj9a7En-ZcCEfAj-zYgSo6SbilLSCcldoHq7Q4fdQwGSGA6Swr1uCr4kfXz_Xk4y2MEecqO8ddJfMm_lNQ9s7K9Vf0v6lEO1vqrtaMcP8eP2JIDfID08tOfazGZszrNXN3NheaNWxac/s1600/IMG_0733.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590454864011915826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9rj9a7En-ZcCEfAj-zYgSo6SbilLSCcldoHq7Q4fdQwGSGA6Swr1uCr4kfXz_Xk4y2MEecqO8ddJfMm_lNQ9s7K9Vf0v6lEO1vqrtaMcP8eP2JIDfID08tOfazGZszrNXN3NheaNWxac/s320/IMG_0733.JPG" /></a> My April resolution is to get back to blogging.....
<div align="center"></div></div>O'Neil Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16749920905637665110noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987868703099969797.post-64323813330567963782010-09-06T20:40:00.000-07:002010-09-06T23:41:31.067-07:00Kita Jean ~ You're 3!!!!<div align="center">Three years goes by so fast when you are watching your child grow up!</div><div align="center">I can't believe my baby girl is already 3!</div><div align="center">The last 3 years with <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nakiah</span> have been more than I could ever have hoped for.</div><div align="center">She's brought more love, laughter and smiles into my life than I ever thought possible and she continues to amaze me every single day!</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUZVJtO4dGb2fI4aRzO2mXN3bUlgWk4ibK4HKXcV6sXYDEn0KtcGozmwGS4DnGILHh6ilEAnnQo3Gw15QNRfiJU2ej19LHoS9dr_Oiw3EcorNPyqUUwQil0MT3fPGtc6Zf6lZ0gqpyc3w/s1600/IMG_9303.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514016032342259330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUZVJtO4dGb2fI4aRzO2mXN3bUlgWk4ibK4HKXcV6sXYDEn0KtcGozmwGS4DnGILHh6ilEAnnQo3Gw15QNRfiJU2ej19LHoS9dr_Oiw3EcorNPyqUUwQil0MT3fPGtc6Zf6lZ0gqpyc3w/s320/IMG_9303.JPG" /></a>She is my sensitive, independent, polite, little spit fire. She's got just enough attitude to make things interesting and a giant sugary sweet heart that makes me melt. She is funny and smart and loves to help. She has an imagination that pulls you into her world and playing pretend is one of her favorite things to do.
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8mIi1zLjo6H3fQreXCQwXML1by-wjZ6yCbUNDryXAxW5XstVBHtFjvsTiJbiuEo-hZHZxDTKlReG6jcyHtJoCM8NosbPIGHbSUTRkUd1H3nssnTVeR27FhK8mWNio-lCEuLzRrWdc_Xs/s1600/IMG_9420.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514016022819081186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8mIi1zLjo6H3fQreXCQwXML1by-wjZ6yCbUNDryXAxW5XstVBHtFjvsTiJbiuEo-hZHZxDTKlReG6jcyHtJoCM8NosbPIGHbSUTRkUd1H3nssnTVeR27FhK8mWNio-lCEuLzRrWdc_Xs/s320/IMG_9420.JPG" /></a>She has mastered the computer and really enjoys her 'work'. She likes to do projects and something as simple as stapling paper can keep her occupied for a significant amount of time....as long as someone holds the paper for her. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nakiah</span> likes to be involved in everything you are doing, even chores. She loves to help with laundry, dishes, sweeping, moping, you name it... she wants to help. One of her favorites is cooking (which we all know she doesn't get from her mom!). If you are in the kitchen, she wants to be right beside you on her stool, or better yet, standing on a chair. She asks for cakes and brownies quite often, not because she likes to eat them, but because she likes to mix it!
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTbnnkty1HUakmSAniNYnVM3mfKn5Cbg-YbHhUQ3eZVWSUwsUFmDBlVhOjL6PTNrECllYEKoH1cKMpAX_hlFV_2LhG_PSqoSQPGKk0ICVyx02cywCzrKV6HesPQsuP5DTyIPh2tnpgfiI/s1600/IMG_9481.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514016016076226514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTbnnkty1HUakmSAniNYnVM3mfKn5Cbg-YbHhUQ3eZVWSUwsUFmDBlVhOjL6PTNrECllYEKoH1cKMpAX_hlFV_2LhG_PSqoSQPGKk0ICVyx02cywCzrKV6HesPQsuP5DTyIPh2tnpgfiI/s320/IMG_9481.JPG" /></a>As much attitude as she has, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nakiah</span> has a very sensitive side to her. She can get her feelings hurt pretty easily and still needs Mommy's loves to make things better, which, as far as I am concerned, can continue for years!! She still lets me cuddle (okay, smother) her most of the time and is pretty generous with her hugs and kisses. She will say "I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">sooo</span> love you" out of the blue and she is, most of the time, concerned with making sure that she points out her love for everyone is equal.
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMruLieOhcQC-6envORKcgH_BIIDekRYjTrNR5py7FRhnPXGtsEljwYwR1rYpOSMPqfx4inro6iEbk5zm-KO230o7DxZ3cv0PwV6dQMAOJjoZY5yC_3e1yYSTqEjNt5k8RrcVrDd_JYgg/s1600/IMG_9510.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514016009260807154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMruLieOhcQC-6envORKcgH_BIIDekRYjTrNR5py7FRhnPXGtsEljwYwR1rYpOSMPqfx4inro6iEbk5zm-KO230o7DxZ3cv0PwV6dQMAOJjoZY5yC_3e1yYSTqEjNt5k8RrcVrDd_JYgg/s320/IMG_9510.JPG" /></a><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nakiah</span> is a fabulous big Sister. She absolutely loves her Brother! This morning she climbed into his crib and said to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kicen</span> "I love you brother, you're the best brother I ever seen". (Mommy's heart melted!!) She always tries to make him laugh when he gets upset and she is already looking out for him.....or tattling on him ;-). She thinks that if Brother laughs at something she does, its must be okay to do, whether Mommy thinks so or not.
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjne6m_dL_oup1FW7M37whXXvj2R6MDa6Vjqs4fLn0udqPRJar4wyu0ojYHVdPamDwgZY0ZfY8Cl7iXIq_1h_VrCcpkN2Q3zmdDb4D8Vygcb8_1oZUWqNVsRF9POuEyc1d7Fg5S7na1PfQ/s1600/IMG_9554.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514016004978729442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjne6m_dL_oup1FW7M37whXXvj2R6MDa6Vjqs4fLn0udqPRJar4wyu0ojYHVdPamDwgZY0ZfY8Cl7iXIq_1h_VrCcpkN2Q3zmdDb4D8Vygcb8_1oZUWqNVsRF9POuEyc1d7Fg5S7na1PfQ/s320/IMG_9554.JPG" /></a>She loves to go, go, go. Most days she tells me "I want to go somewhere place" and usually on the way home from 'somewhere place' she tells me "no want go my house". I do my best to keep her busy, wearing myself (and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Auma</span>) out in the process. She is going to be a tough kid to keep up with.
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggmA7IamT-pyMBOgBqgJkD1eFGWpivLbH-9sRIm6I0VvDdYI8Y6u-YIYcVT1wl8WIX6j1L_iFbbMkM8T4mfgEUbFpcgcD6aIs0kkFvXlVr2yZOnSUgExjvrVdU8IMSulEUMD6S9chahw4/s1600/IMG_1943.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514014687058697122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggmA7IamT-pyMBOgBqgJkD1eFGWpivLbH-9sRIm6I0VvDdYI8Y6u-YIYcVT1wl8WIX6j1L_iFbbMkM8T4mfgEUbFpcgcD6aIs0kkFvXlVr2yZOnSUgExjvrVdU8IMSulEUMD6S9chahw4/s320/IMG_1943.JPG" /></a><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nakiah</span> LOVES kids, especially the older kids. She wants so badly to play with every child she sees and doesn't understand when some of the older kids don't pay attention to her. She makes friends very easily and isn't afraid to approach a group of children playing at the park. She has a blast running around with everyone, and isn't afraid to remind them that there is "no climbing up the slide", usually with a finger shaking in the air. I guess she listens to me after all. ;-)
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyf2iGJ0_c-Oa-bfgivT-r-IlJJMyhHNWxyA_Yi94L0o9M2t-L_Z4ZwUNf47hA7FiqsHyz6jtTPFLfg3klvjpIUd2FQBmPrFL7lNjJl5unkmFE_DuK9MRmIJcPfp9mJKSIzifz0jA3ht0/s1600/IMG_9627.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514014675692150690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyf2iGJ0_c-Oa-bfgivT-r-IlJJMyhHNWxyA_Yi94L0o9M2t-L_Z4ZwUNf47hA7FiqsHyz6jtTPFLfg3klvjpIUd2FQBmPrFL7lNjJl5unkmFE_DuK9MRmIJcPfp9mJKSIzifz0jA3ht0/s320/IMG_9627.JPG" /></a><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nakiah</span> can be a bit bossy, but she's still young enough that its sort of cute. I can totally see how I will be eating my words in a few years, but for now I'm just glad that she can think for herself. She most definitely has strong opinions about certain things, and isn't afraid to let me know. She certainly gets that from her Mommy, I'm just hoping she has enough of her Daddy in her to even that out a bit.
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVYsUF7YT0Tfdf20lWPkl3CLWolNCAncr0LDNnrTob2WHOiZLCn7S-nGiS6L0E0Jk7TmZm2L2Xra3iVEJkdRe3zGjEeM1gtHZjPm-mkq7w5wLn6gG_Y1f5rgTJyG-3YDVIFif2sxFzOSI/s1600/IMG_9595.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514014673111026338" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVYsUF7YT0Tfdf20lWPkl3CLWolNCAncr0LDNnrTob2WHOiZLCn7S-nGiS6L0E0Jk7TmZm2L2Xra3iVEJkdRe3zGjEeM1gtHZjPm-mkq7w5wLn6gG_Y1f5rgTJyG-3YDVIFif2sxFzOSI/s320/IMG_9595.JPG" /></a><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nakiah</span> likes to have fun. She's learning how to joke with people and does things just to make us laugh. In the car, she continuously asks me "are we there yet" because she thinks its funny. Her newest game is to point to EVERY SINGLE building we pass and ask, 'whats that, and whats that, and that one too?' She laughs at herself while shes doing it. She's also learning how to aggravate and loves to continue doing something if you ask her not to, for instance licking my face!
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik0-NqnGjdD5ew6PiE-HJekmggr2_h2_12WDgGrBW8pEjXk267XjVaf__Pd6qn1Vr0T6TIUlMQm-kkvYDT5xdMHOJ6OxSTATFjE9s_03O7Az6uiikCyCI0k0yerBDmPxvHqGaEvlanBWc/s1600/IMG_9593.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514014662658587890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik0-NqnGjdD5ew6PiE-HJekmggr2_h2_12WDgGrBW8pEjXk267XjVaf__Pd6qn1Vr0T6TIUlMQm-kkvYDT5xdMHOJ6OxSTATFjE9s_03O7Az6uiikCyCI0k0yerBDmPxvHqGaEvlanBWc/s320/IMG_9593.JPG" /></a> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nakiah</span> can be a bit timid in certain situations. If there are too many people she doesn't know, or if there are men around, she gets pretty reserved and shy. She will stand right next to me, squeeze my hand and put her head down. She definitely has an understanding of strangers and reminds me often not to leave her alone, or a stranger might take her. I may have overdone the 'stranger danger' with her.
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrjvlGRcOoR2ANexkJYe0n77ixr9SPLJkM5mCkrEV3G8ICQfv-_42k9iO9Je_N6otRkVW0jCswXgr3fpf4ymFmJ3PYMBXt0wX51IXPOwP-VVWO31sIdrsj3snLrJEXDSG7kacZwcN6qfI/s1600/IMG_9823.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514014657213327218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrjvlGRcOoR2ANexkJYe0n77ixr9SPLJkM5mCkrEV3G8ICQfv-_42k9iO9Je_N6otRkVW0jCswXgr3fpf4ymFmJ3PYMBXt0wX51IXPOwP-VVWO31sIdrsj3snLrJEXDSG7kacZwcN6qfI/s320/IMG_9823.JPG" /></a>My sweet baby girl has the best manners! I'm a very proud Momma when it comes to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nakiah's</span> politeness. She uses please and thank you more than most children and is always aware of people around her. We've been complimented more than a few times on how polite and well behaved <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nakiah</span> is and, for me, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">that's</span> one of the best compliments we could get. I glow just thinking about what a great little person <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nakiah</span> is!
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRYH6ZkFOv1vyvZyIKETS8sDyQrXSw7K4BU6gVb7LY245CWeOIlLcLhgfgDWZJnqz0g6X7piYsiAdWAFvIR6uxNCpcQwtTebNU7q2oUUFqQ1tvvH048qNeizDm7aa6LUoNYtKcT4gpOJ8/s1600/IMG_0080.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514013461787736354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRYH6ZkFOv1vyvZyIKETS8sDyQrXSw7K4BU6gVb7LY245CWeOIlLcLhgfgDWZJnqz0g6X7piYsiAdWAFvIR6uxNCpcQwtTebNU7q2oUUFqQ1tvvH048qNeizDm7aa6LUoNYtKcT4gpOJ8/s320/IMG_0080.JPG" /></a>My baby girl is super smart. I've boasted before about her being a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">genius</span>, and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_16" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nakiah</span> just keeps proving me right. ;-) She counts to 20 with a little help at 13 and 14. From 20 she's mastered counting by 10's up to 100. (Okay, I'm pretty sure she doesn't really get the counting by 10's, but still, she's doing it!) She recognizes all of her numbers and knows that zero means there is nothing. She recognizes all of her letters, knows the sounds of most of them and knows at least one word that goes with that sound. The hardest part for her right now is deciphering between K <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_17" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">being</span> for <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_18" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kicen</span> and B being for Brother. Because <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_19" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nakiah</span> calls <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_20" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kicen</span>, Brother all time, when I say 'K is for <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_21" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kicen</span>' she repeats 'K is for Brother'. ~ Today, she brought me her 'P' magnet and said "look mom, 'P' says '<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_22" class="blsp-spelling-error">puh</span>, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_23" class="blsp-spelling-error">puh</span>, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_24" class="blsp-spelling-error">puh</span>' for popcorn. ~ She also knows that C, R, N, K & O are for all of our names and we're working on learning how to spell <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_25" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nakiah</span>.
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9aBXkkkAhL3-FkneZ0CzSogLoGZtv0sPpSqQCvayiF3ZJtD3uyyycGFMgRPWGOngN95kbgpM8Na98EzB_vg7qFVwB0IvOHGe-thlrp5MeQBA7PJTTcK446AWB72xGeAlINy0tNhdgoRc/s1600/IMG_9675.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514013452254879650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9aBXkkkAhL3-FkneZ0CzSogLoGZtv0sPpSqQCvayiF3ZJtD3uyyycGFMgRPWGOngN95kbgpM8Na98EzB_vg7qFVwB0IvOHGe-thlrp5MeQBA7PJTTcK446AWB72xGeAlINy0tNhdgoRc/s320/IMG_9675.JPG" /></a><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_26" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nakiah</span> loves to sing! She sings along to every song she hears, whether she knows the words or not. It is absolute music to my ears!! She remembers songs she's only heard a few times and will sing many of them at random times. When we're listening to music in the car I have to sing along with her. If I'm not singing loud enough she reminds me that she "can't here your words, mom". If I don't know the words to a song she'll tell me to "keep trying."
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFRZDUn3IKBMzzpwO7bk2XQ4IQxRm0VptPPvzCawRCgxWmzSgthrHYzvP5PRLWk1VvA3jZ01WR_tS5uEkzOWHDSSht1J0pGRxzsdJv_cp1D2P34XwsfBeHB4jywnyqBpLnSOZHPew3Ou8/s1600/IMG_9700.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514013451208301458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFRZDUn3IKBMzzpwO7bk2XQ4IQxRm0VptPPvzCawRCgxWmzSgthrHYzvP5PRLWk1VvA3jZ01WR_tS5uEkzOWHDSSht1J0pGRxzsdJv_cp1D2P34XwsfBeHB4jywnyqBpLnSOZHPew3Ou8/s320/IMG_9700.JPG" /></a>Dancing is another favorite activity of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_27" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nakiahs</span>. We can be in the middle of dinner and if <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_28" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nakiah</span> hears music come on the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_29" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">TV</span>, she begs to get up and dance. She has her own style and moves like no other! She has a blast dancing all over the house and usually likes company on the dance floor. She really likes to copy the dance moves she sees on <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_30" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">TV</span>.
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_b86NktaNcMide6n_xG9T5v68fGjieurtqGXPbAvcRpLkBYl5GuPBtH23BXyjUiHVYNXpfF3oc2K_nWqoFafgZgdUriLpoOsiHQSCmSOhtnE6BliQg-34NzAg1FkN9MHKn-t1eNv32e8/s1600/IMG_9868.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514013439195219122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_b86NktaNcMide6n_xG9T5v68fGjieurtqGXPbAvcRpLkBYl5GuPBtH23BXyjUiHVYNXpfF3oc2K_nWqoFafgZgdUriLpoOsiHQSCmSOhtnE6BliQg-34NzAg1FkN9MHKn-t1eNv32e8/s320/IMG_9868.JPG" /></a><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_31" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nakiah</span> is still doing gymnastics and is still completely in love with it! She is excited every week for her class and tells me most of the time 'this is so fun'. She really likes playing with the other kids and tumbling in general is a blast for her. So much so, that she has found a way to turn our living room into her own private gym. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_32" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nakiah</span> is constantly doing handstands on all of our furniture and is upside down for the majority of every day. She has enjoyed tee ball and soccer, but for the most part gymnastics has been her favorite.
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhShwnBa1sVdwaNeZXgZWtrahwJdhDBGW8a8NPIUUraxlPddHsxaxEBW05FXrvNzM-x4Da5B7Xq2D1TbwTTqrGXWkL5gdSDsV6bQbGBTHZ-zBRh62cqBTExLfSaJaGXFRN4X9SZa_yRbDQ/s1600/IMG_0049.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514013431688379666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhShwnBa1sVdwaNeZXgZWtrahwJdhDBGW8a8NPIUUraxlPddHsxaxEBW05FXrvNzM-x4Da5B7Xq2D1TbwTTqrGXWkL5gdSDsV6bQbGBTHZ-zBRh62cqBTExLfSaJaGXFRN4X9SZa_yRbDQ/s320/IMG_0049.JPG" /></a>Much to my discomfort, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_33" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nakiah</span> is becoming more and more <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_34" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">exploratory</span> and is getting more and more comfortable doing things on her own. While I do want her to grow, experience things and learn to deal with situations on her own, I much prefer the little girl that needs her Mommy in her sights at all times. I'm so thankful that she is developing the confidence to do things on her own, but I need her to need me. I think watching her grow up is going to be a really hard thing for me. But I'm <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_35" class="blsp-spelling-error">sooo</span> very excited for her!
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVJIMkYezV9VIjLMfHkXcZGwLjoaAKiRHxpVa1jdndKn0Kr8gT4H3duuWwVaK8swcfUK4c6A3l7FDO6m-kDbzM81tX3LvFvplc_6k250PiyNQFzvt2hk5x8qOKwuxOG05g64ciA1b4GjQ/s1600/IMG_0013.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514012301534936402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVJIMkYezV9VIjLMfHkXcZGwLjoaAKiRHxpVa1jdndKn0Kr8gT4H3duuWwVaK8swcfUK4c6A3l7FDO6m-kDbzM81tX3LvFvplc_6k250PiyNQFzvt2hk5x8qOKwuxOG05g64ciA1b4GjQ/s320/IMG_0013.JPG" /></a><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_36" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nakiah</span> talks about going to school on a very regular basis. She tells me stories about when she was in school on Thursday when she was teeny tiny and she got to play on the playground. ;-) I'm still not quite sure where these stories come from, but I do enjoy listening to them. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_37" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nakiah</span> asks when she'll get to go to school and she already asks if she can ride the bus. I hope her enthusiasm regarding school continues into the actual school years.
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZk9BnZkHK4I47bhnmkjUSB3tIzbhXykwiy-wpmz2kGXGJHS-1_b9s1M0BmPPaMkE41_DDurWQhC8z4mT4bSERCBL-cFo35KmO1pS7Az11rQ4ju7evYqsFBkP-c-Sm5s-Ydvc_W3QUajM/s1600/IMG_0002.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514012295677719314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZk9BnZkHK4I47bhnmkjUSB3tIzbhXykwiy-wpmz2kGXGJHS-1_b9s1M0BmPPaMkE41_DDurWQhC8z4mT4bSERCBL-cFo35KmO1pS7Az11rQ4ju7evYqsFBkP-c-Sm5s-Ydvc_W3QUajM/s320/IMG_0002.JPG" /></a><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_38" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nakiah</span> likes to 'be in the know'. If there is a conversation going on around her, she really needs to know what everyone is talking about. She'll repeatedly asks what you are talking about, until you answer her. If your answer is not sufficient, she'll keep asking. Once she understands, she'll either try to join in on the conversation, or she'll change the conversation so that she can talk too. If a discussion is taking place she automatically thinks that people are arguing and will demand that you stop. Trying to explain to her that there was no argument is useless and all forms of conversation must stop.
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFWusssAqmp10Wcwvuv5TkqsTxLHQzEreCXsxLpw7ZgOaVkN7DkRAwpnUqgjlP-9C-uyK13uUnvWFmus3LnySORE7K9LmA8xuFaZtBx4tSz2zME8UMKmw_XgdsHsRw_PbNHiUNBu491Ig/s1600/IMG_0061.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514012283903971890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFWusssAqmp10Wcwvuv5TkqsTxLHQzEreCXsxLpw7ZgOaVkN7DkRAwpnUqgjlP-9C-uyK13uUnvWFmus3LnySORE7K9LmA8xuFaZtBx4tSz2zME8UMKmw_XgdsHsRw_PbNHiUNBu491Ig/s320/IMG_0061.JPG" /></a>Because <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_39" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nakiah</span> is such a sponge and takes in everything she sees and hears, she repeats an awful lot. Most of the time I don't even know where she hears things. So, we've had to start talking about what words we can and cannot say. The first word we experienced was "duh". I'm not a big fan, especially when it was coming from my 2 year old! So, I really worked on <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_40" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nakiah</span> not using "duh". After explaining to her that 'duh' isn't a nice word and that we should find other words to use, she would often times tell me "I not say duh, Mom". To which I would applaud her. As it turns out, she was just covering her tracks and throwing me off course.....when she was with <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_41" class="blsp-spelling-error">Auma</span>, she would say "duh" almost as a release from not being able to say it around me. One day she even asked <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_42" class="blsp-spelling-error">Auma</span>, "Mommy here?" When <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_43" class="blsp-spelling-error">Auma</span> told her no, that I wasn't there <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_44" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nakiah</span>, for no other reason than because she thought she could, said "duh". Since 'duh' we've run into the 'asking if she can say certain words' faze. The most recent request "Mom, can I say dammit?" <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_45" class="blsp-spelling-error">Ummm</span>, no.
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBqmvqlUYpMmDVqzcS3jWBbHM_higSJF1VB-KAnbSHRS3WAqoyDHrmjOiLL07eg_zQfZOBHv4T4tAGet2uE1VvA969yHqv5yZZ-WgMdjjqFa5m1cG6gORAJa0vJxD_S4NRZAkD4GT1R6k/s1600/IMG_0093.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514012279965458450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBqmvqlUYpMmDVqzcS3jWBbHM_higSJF1VB-KAnbSHRS3WAqoyDHrmjOiLL07eg_zQfZOBHv4T4tAGet2uE1VvA969yHqv5yZZ-WgMdjjqFa5m1cG6gORAJa0vJxD_S4NRZAkD4GT1R6k/s320/IMG_0093.JPG" /></a><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_46" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nakiah</span> is my sassy pants, pretty girl. She is my <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_47" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kita</span> Jean!! She's full of love and tons of fun. She can curl up and snuggle during a movie or while reading a book and turn around and throw a bucket of water on you when you aren't looking. She loves to play pretend, eat popcorn and sleep in Mommy's bed. She's miss independent and little miss sunshine. She has an imagination and a giddy little spirit that just makes me smile. She is silly and smart and beautiful and polite. She can put a smile on my face morning, noon and night. Her hugs are more comforting and full of love than words can ever explain. Her giggle could warm the coldest heart and her kisses are sweeter than candy. She is a true blessing and honestly, an answer to years of prayers!</div><div>She is my gift from God!
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</div><p align="center">I'm more than blessed to be your Mom!</p><p align="center">You are purely a ray of sunshine in my life and the most amazing little girl! You had my whole heart wrapped around you before you were ever born and I will never be able to explain to you just how much you are loved! You and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_48" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kicen</span> are most certainly the best part of me and I could not be more proud. I continue to thank God every day for entrusting me with such wonderful children. I am so excited to see what the next year brings for you.</p><p align="center">Happy birthday pretty girl! I love you more than words could ever explain!</p><p align="center">~Mom</p>O'Neil Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16749920905637665110noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987868703099969797.post-79275384740828479532010-09-06T08:22:00.000-07:002010-09-06T08:22:00.148-07:00It Goes By Too, Too Fast!!<div align="center"><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"><strong>Happy 3rd Birthday!!</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">The most amazing little girl turns 3 today</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">and I couldn't be more proud to be her mom.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">Happy birthday Princess,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">I love you to the moon.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;">-Mommy</span></strong></div>O'Neil Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16749920905637665110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987868703099969797.post-21298757388559740092010-08-23T23:26:00.001-07:002010-08-23T23:47:52.815-07:00Tutu Cute, in a very Cute Tutu!!<div align="center">One of my friends from work, Kyle, has a very talented and extremely crafty wife, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Maleah</span>. It is not rare for me to gush over <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Maleah's</span> craftiness, nor is it any secret that I have longed for a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Maleah</span> McPherson original for some time now. Last week, I walked into the office and to my surprise, the McPherson <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Phairy</span> granted my wish...</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfzP54fzZ9X1URxpk18WwDy4EThB8gfohHYDvo4_SnZ3X6dlVrTCI8V3NlzGW9aXZo5OEzgLaKC91Kj3sDaSmrzJEo1IOOQbooL-Rfnv48Pw9aV15X0CZi-O_nnhOVCL4pBJyk-YXDM5w/s1600/IMG_0077.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508859624721532242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfzP54fzZ9X1URxpk18WwDy4EThB8gfohHYDvo4_SnZ3X6dlVrTCI8V3NlzGW9aXZo5OEzgLaKC91Kj3sDaSmrzJEo1IOOQbooL-Rfnv48Pw9aV15X0CZi-O_nnhOVCL4pBJyk-YXDM5w/s320/IMG_0077.JPG" /></a>As soon as I showed <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nakiah</span> her new skirt, she said "thank you for my tutu Mom, I love it!" When I told her that Mommy's friend <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Maleah</span> made it for her she yelled (almost loud enough for <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Maleah</span>, in Seattle, to hear her) "thank you for my tutu <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Maweah</span>!"
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0-ZFoJJmbp_oRGV2aTwuvYo7FYp11WgK2XCAXXn2XXgiulPwMSzkusoSRI1xED2y8PLjJnwcPEbUx1ZXmnGpWry4x7byAuTrsyrXdpbfIviQi-LFRXuDJLJMUtzyGiiOV_puU0bv-5Ds/s1600/IMG_0080.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508859613268302066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0-ZFoJJmbp_oRGV2aTwuvYo7FYp11WgK2XCAXXn2XXgiulPwMSzkusoSRI1xED2y8PLjJnwcPEbUx1ZXmnGpWry4x7byAuTrsyrXdpbfIviQi-LFRXuDJLJMUtzyGiiOV_puU0bv-5Ds/s320/IMG_0080.JPG" /></a>She was more than happy to pose for a few pictures, which is <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">soo</span> not like her. She kept telling me how pretty her new tutu was. Even when I explained that it was a skirt, she insisted that it is in fact a tutu. A tutu it is.
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx2mnlPdhSaDNSG9K8Icfyrr6sl6D4sqa7UqCPX-aq4O_lN9tWUGT2CsmOmYF_vP_OetKeHOwYy_OQBa3GGtF0SM5qPvVUz-DZSBupBHPhb-j44Y4H7qxIozqUID5FFcFSgV3AnbKdS58/s1600/IMG_0081.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508859602783973938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx2mnlPdhSaDNSG9K8Icfyrr6sl6D4sqa7UqCPX-aq4O_lN9tWUGT2CsmOmYF_vP_OetKeHOwYy_OQBa3GGtF0SM5qPvVUz-DZSBupBHPhb-j44Y4H7qxIozqUID5FFcFSgV3AnbKdS58/s320/IMG_0081.JPG" /></a>Keep in mind, this skirt is 100% hand made, pocket and all, it is also not the only fabulous creation to have come from the hands of sweet <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Sora's</span> Mommy! I've seen everything from hats and cardigans (for babies and adults) to SHOES, actual SHOES!! <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">Sora</span>, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">Maleah</span> and Kyle all have a very wide <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">array</span> of beautiful hand made clothes.
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-x7xjS9AbcRWVyym-JdaIgrCH_VFI4DHHMxgBa2qhY1EDuJkne-Yxrt8sirO2q79d-SyB1KA5sF9WDvfailuEdHaI76d3E1PRLFTavQZzOiXhkXh3FgrLey5mdIlZVakdbxwzgEAl3PU/s1600/IMG_0082.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508859592159412194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-x7xjS9AbcRWVyym-JdaIgrCH_VFI4DHHMxgBa2qhY1EDuJkne-Yxrt8sirO2q79d-SyB1KA5sF9WDvfailuEdHaI76d3E1PRLFTavQZzOiXhkXh3FgrLey5mdIlZVakdbxwzgEAl3PU/s320/IMG_0082.JPG" /></a><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error">Maleah</span> even put an elastic strap through the waste with an overlapping button system (sort of like some maternity pants) so that <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nakiah</span> can continue to wear this for a very long time. That is if I ever let her wear it again. I love it so much, and the fact that its hand made, that I'm afraid of getting it stained. Maybe I'll frame it!!
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ3eVMOIw0guWOjSgM_whGmMxzOHlcdUQclaHWOOzx-OjPCcBj30AzyF56ro3yOe012c6or0d5e-qFRY3fS1vFtulZ8OGzsA2uKntSyAuGbqWfTE9fiw5Fg5wAuyLW1Uh6ZtLH83arzps/s1600/IMG_0083.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508859584331288562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ3eVMOIw0guWOjSgM_whGmMxzOHlcdUQclaHWOOzx-OjPCcBj30AzyF56ro3yOe012c6or0d5e-qFRY3fS1vFtulZ8OGzsA2uKntSyAuGbqWfTE9fiw5Fg5wAuyLW1Uh6ZtLH83arzps/s320/IMG_0083.JPG" /></a></div></div></div>
</div><p align="center">So, thank you <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error">Maweah</span>, for such a fabulous skirt!! We both LOVE it. You seriously do AMAZE me and I'm so grateful for the gift. When you start selling these, I want the first order form. ;-) </p>O'Neil Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16749920905637665110noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987868703099969797.post-14220061725811705432010-08-23T23:21:00.001-07:002010-08-23T23:23:16.067-07:00My whole heart<div align="center">Is filled with overflowing love for the two most amazing children!!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgflBoR1HZZjEMrYLFwtkgGyjgDGuV6nc_POeYgr3rPm7vSZqKFvQY5t0LS6k85dn4FtBOUPYRRo1wTC6f_0XV05zXAb8yf5xhcsEezbT9m4a_HEvAXzZPUNZOyWE6Y76o_WO3rn4pZAPo/s1600/IMG_9710.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508857875240240274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgflBoR1HZZjEMrYLFwtkgGyjgDGuV6nc_POeYgr3rPm7vSZqKFvQY5t0LS6k85dn4FtBOUPYRRo1wTC6f_0XV05zXAb8yf5xhcsEezbT9m4a_HEvAXzZPUNZOyWE6Y76o_WO3rn4pZAPo/s320/IMG_9710.JPG" /></a>O'Neil Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16749920905637665110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987868703099969797.post-68080856830170377982010-08-23T23:17:00.000-07:002010-08-23T23:21:33.012-07:00Sushi<div align="center"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nakiah</span> is pretty adventurous when it comes to food....or at least she likes to think she is.</div><div align="center">She thinks she likes eggs, she doesn't. She thinks she likes avocados, she doesn't. She thinks she likes gummy candy, she doesn't. The list goes on. When she wanted to try my sushi, I was certain she wouldn't even put it in her mouth. But she insisted on using the chopsticks, like Mommy.</div><div align="center">(notice the tongue sticking out in severe concentration ~ we call this the "<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Grampa</span> Jerry" after Corey's dad!)</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKWT4JcMqpSC2dKrNEiiKV8rG1yzAki6C1wKjYr4W0s9cL7Efa8VWMB0uravxdg6r3yS2J0tqVbAN1sBhGBgT2XXf94pfWk09RCUjRjmQVCndLEF7lQAyNfjDAT-6LX6pzyyJb1xiKMNo/s1600/IMG_9711.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508856762711384194" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKWT4JcMqpSC2dKrNEiiKV8rG1yzAki6C1wKjYr4W0s9cL7Efa8VWMB0uravxdg6r3yS2J0tqVbAN1sBhGBgT2XXf94pfWk09RCUjRjmQVCndLEF7lQAyNfjDAT-6LX6pzyyJb1xiKMNo/s320/IMG_9711.JPG" /></a> With a not so convincing look on her face she told me "yum, Mommy. I <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">wike</span> sushi".
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlKFYXAgyifGYp06jJw3SJf65CNA6vFFzFNfveC43dKmxZR19nyVXllG7hCLO5vru8Kdyfw2odeewshy26_k5HPWn6_bYvuomBVAqvicNsp_hqid2NKZHW672BPmJMhKi5u8WmA4KOiTU/s1600/IMG_9712.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508856749357967234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlKFYXAgyifGYp06jJw3SJf65CNA6vFFzFNfveC43dKmxZR19nyVXllG7hCLO5vru8Kdyfw2odeewshy26_k5HPWn6_bYvuomBVAqvicNsp_hqid2NKZHW672BPmJMhKi5u8WmA4KOiTU/s320/IMG_9712.JPG" /></a> She then proceeded to remove everything from the inside of the roll and took nibbles of the rice from the outside.
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip-Xkr8rxaXWcsjY4zn0yxIrWcd0-3jed6ZLIhQ_toBJvrSoXe8JOGXX8BIEBfsOO-_Hu0VLAa3wv6w3g4PW2mqLw8xCnkOUIpW9s5OU7gSMqGU3ACaKy3dQ4lqk8aKmPNgo1AS_x384Q/s1600/IMG_9713.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508856736138588530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip-Xkr8rxaXWcsjY4zn0yxIrWcd0-3jed6ZLIhQ_toBJvrSoXe8JOGXX8BIEBfsOO-_Hu0VLAa3wv6w3g4PW2mqLw8xCnkOUIpW9s5OU7gSMqGU3ACaKy3dQ4lqk8aKmPNgo1AS_x384Q/s320/IMG_9713.JPG" /></a> I guess she's discovered that she likes to eat rice. ;-)</div>
</div>O'Neil Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16749920905637665110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987868703099969797.post-86608865690979252482010-08-23T23:09:00.000-07:002010-08-23T23:16:20.552-07:00Cars<div align="center"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nakiah</span> found some matching pajamas in the store and decided that she and Brother 'needed' them. But, not only did the 'need' them, they 'needed' to wear them immediately and then they 'needed' their pictures taken in them.</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKYTqNaBygjY2TWtLa7CqJdwofl6BQYRdvnR4FaANP9IUbiSpjNAzRgDpmD1CebNizdIubVnw6Dh_YH5yjxy0tjiHnOKVpW9yPfHxGGkf8JoRTg7b7G_D-zM2mEd8YqOjPVRR1tn2ku54/s1600/IMG_9637.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508854906800616402" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKYTqNaBygjY2TWtLa7CqJdwofl6BQYRdvnR4FaANP9IUbiSpjNAzRgDpmD1CebNizdIubVnw6Dh_YH5yjxy0tjiHnOKVpW9yPfHxGGkf8JoRTg7b7G_D-zM2mEd8YqOjPVRR1tn2ku54/s320/IMG_9637.JPG" /></a>
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<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYQOMRv-yKnZevGubrEL48Z3vePPoTB1IGBDrh2LywiE12tXklxgqfw6DgfPlWSdrkYkflfZmUq6U0fPV0hy8-LffvK2ZCNz1AhA2_tBPlefVQEcQDFG2LzEGazC49NvJqlAdH9G6NykQ/s1600/IMG_9642.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508854885179177794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYQOMRv-yKnZevGubrEL48Z3vePPoTB1IGBDrh2LywiE12tXklxgqfw6DgfPlWSdrkYkflfZmUq6U0fPV0hy8-LffvK2ZCNz1AhA2_tBPlefVQEcQDFG2LzEGazC49NvJqlAdH9G6NykQ/s320/IMG_9642.JPG" /></a>
<div>I guess it a good thing the pj's were Cars. I'm not sure how long <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kicen</span> will be putting up with matching Tinkerbell pj's...</div></div>
</div>O'Neil Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16749920905637665110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987868703099969797.post-26803759041690282852010-08-23T23:06:00.000-07:002010-08-23T23:08:54.433-07:00He loves his fuzzies....<div align="center">....so much that we have to make sure to bring one of his stuffed animals, or a fuzzy blanket everywhere we go. When he gets tired he likes to roll around on them and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">smoosh</span> his face into them.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZhyphenhyphenxEAw9dMjRlzUP9aKYGOAPLCGS_cOs5Ls6g_oYPMbtZ67uvhZcqh0jn3-Es6zMfvbexsCruDQHKAfIdVyUQV0O33j1IQpw34wvO3QaBAYwt7pdY8Wo2OC7J2ZOjMEVv1NWmahh6vxw/s1600/IMG_9573.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508854122452925634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZhyphenhyphenxEAw9dMjRlzUP9aKYGOAPLCGS_cOs5Ls6g_oYPMbtZ67uvhZcqh0jn3-Es6zMfvbexsCruDQHKAfIdVyUQV0O33j1IQpw34wvO3QaBAYwt7pdY8Wo2OC7J2ZOjMEVv1NWmahh6vxw/s320/IMG_9573.JPG" /></a>
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLyaqsPTrlfjm1Vj5TYw4WL-1Nl9BR3lQ0akZsKYMnFhho9JGXyfDRRd-bf_5cP8NM8ZHRcLnXLHCvkH5N_o9leIA-h7n3-hvRWJNruUIxpmkZdI4UBdySNjmNf39y-Kg0Tu3vCNMX1Ac/s1600/IMG_9572.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508854110076168226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLyaqsPTrlfjm1Vj5TYw4WL-1Nl9BR3lQ0akZsKYMnFhho9JGXyfDRRd-bf_5cP8NM8ZHRcLnXLHCvkH5N_o9leIA-h7n3-hvRWJNruUIxpmkZdI4UBdySNjmNf39y-Kg0Tu3vCNMX1Ac/s320/IMG_9572.JPG" /></a>
<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD_xQxm-__sYkgRTmoXgXiiVY_V4EE3gxxZzV8HTs0Mfj-DIVA_ccJR8ZWqIXsIscGQEedoK0SpUJAOrd_QVrX9AXFRIMsVPvQ8o-Z3RGPw9g0IBWQ0GPJuoURPBfq75iK3VX2wr_CnzU/s1600/IMG_9571.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508854103118377458" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgD_xQxm-__sYkgRTmoXgXiiVY_V4EE3gxxZzV8HTs0Mfj-DIVA_ccJR8ZWqIXsIscGQEedoK0SpUJAOrd_QVrX9AXFRIMsVPvQ8o-Z3RGPw9g0IBWQ0GPJuoURPBfq75iK3VX2wr_CnzU/s320/IMG_9571.JPG" /></a> Nothing is sweeter!</div></div>O'Neil Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16749920905637665110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987868703099969797.post-87050017669255624202010-08-23T23:01:00.000-07:002010-08-23T23:06:07.053-07:00Summer Fun<div align="center">With the nice weather we had this past month, the kids have spent a ton of time at <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Auma's</span> house. The love it up there, we all do.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP3NCgxeEsW1ieSb7uPH4Z1L8i7QFle8q1g-F_zLGeLhv6RFSWYr7B1iVEsTiMCcCHizps5TZqi2lAaYaVzT-vLf9rZcHLWkJrnkxhg4NtQJPDiN-7NQkeEMU8dja1IF80OC5yF9x89rs/s1600/IMG_9590.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508852681679407186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiP3NCgxeEsW1ieSb7uPH4Z1L8i7QFle8q1g-F_zLGeLhv6RFSWYr7B1iVEsTiMCcCHizps5TZqi2lAaYaVzT-vLf9rZcHLWkJrnkxhg4NtQJPDiN-7NQkeEMU8dja1IF80OC5yF9x89rs/s320/IMG_9590.JPG" /></a>
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjklo8_4V6YUfUr0q1YR2oKxPzJUqwNdUny7gICVvJvOIw7akQJy8vMYzBeBDpdrFuJbYnZa8O0zqYLQExKDbm8IGwC25VkAp00d1eQ33gGeNXyfZWOONEu-82wzoTW1CzeZ5UWQqUgrEE/s1600/IMG_9589.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508852667917944130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjklo8_4V6YUfUr0q1YR2oKxPzJUqwNdUny7gICVvJvOIw7akQJy8vMYzBeBDpdrFuJbYnZa8O0zqYLQExKDbm8IGwC25VkAp00d1eQ33gGeNXyfZWOONEu-82wzoTW1CzeZ5UWQqUgrEE/s320/IMG_9589.JPG" /></a>
<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM4zFd4dz_k63qr4yIK_xZ_b86gOaWaNMF1wvecjZSkuUWguqoDtsVwqN5eCt4CgR_MVEM48cBs_L_6v4OA-R17Y7NboOzMT5I2Z_p2a_dVSFEWNGxxdikLuevm9GA9xEky10x9kljWsY/s1600/IMG_9588.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508852654501534946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhM4zFd4dz_k63qr4yIK_xZ_b86gOaWaNMF1wvecjZSkuUWguqoDtsVwqN5eCt4CgR_MVEM48cBs_L_6v4OA-R17Y7NboOzMT5I2Z_p2a_dVSFEWNGxxdikLuevm9GA9xEky10x9kljWsY/s320/IMG_9588.JPG" /></a> Thanks <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Auma</span>, for letting us crash in on your free time so much this summer.....and for all the goodies you now have all across your yard!</div><div align="center">We love you!</div></div>O'Neil Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16749920905637665110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987868703099969797.post-68075348945175117462010-08-23T22:55:00.000-07:002010-08-23T23:00:25.059-07:00Austin<div align="center">My kids love their cousins. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nakiah</span> talks about <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">AJ</span>, Austin and Anna all the time. Austin has been coming over to help Corey around the house and every time he is here, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nakiah</span> thinks he has come to play with her. She usually cries when he heads outside to work and always asks if he is going to stay at her house. Last time she asked if he could sleep in her bed. ;-)</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCltITR7yVsxF48ACmxyZSnEA_gVWyyz2OY9i0uT38KLt_dQ538rxnhY0Dw_Dfg-DAv0IkCz22SJI8M83D2XmPfnkQHv2rvr5uB-sW1pRnfplDX3ZqldTFFN7cPTi2WDKxxVOZLLh3oC4/s1600/IMG_9822.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508851244169947682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCltITR7yVsxF48ACmxyZSnEA_gVWyyz2OY9i0uT38KLt_dQ538rxnhY0Dw_Dfg-DAv0IkCz22SJI8M83D2XmPfnkQHv2rvr5uB-sW1pRnfplDX3ZqldTFFN7cPTi2WDKxxVOZLLh3oC4/s320/IMG_9822.JPG" /></a> Austin is great with them!!
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirddzioJGKrZtuERKQZZ7sb9fld_5gxVC1c20mPxg-326hjdsj6xSs5inv9ypK3444F6wrqOHS841Q1nb-vhyphenhyphen56xZ9NXCN-I2d_tAUkPwS1bRQh0iKr9HJCOBJE21vHAaQcGBEqYD3RnY/s1600/IMG_9821.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508851228413744226" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirddzioJGKrZtuERKQZZ7sb9fld_5gxVC1c20mPxg-326hjdsj6xSs5inv9ypK3444F6wrqOHS841Q1nb-vhyphenhyphen56xZ9NXCN-I2d_tAUkPwS1bRQh0iKr9HJCOBJE21vHAaQcGBEqYD3RnY/s320/IMG_9821.JPG" /></a>
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ3RVTWfJx6SyyM0LSwJu7_AUFGuq7g-FpLXp8BI-AK3V5a_1u9E7w39HilmJF9syHI8q7UZ6dVvSuKTtLs0XDa_X5qiYfouX8L6LwkDPgSq3oakp08yKAzlvGOs-FWcZoTePrBiEudoQ/s1600/IMG_9819.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508851222785257938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ3RVTWfJx6SyyM0LSwJu7_AUFGuq7g-FpLXp8BI-AK3V5a_1u9E7w39HilmJF9syHI8q7UZ6dVvSuKTtLs0XDa_X5qiYfouX8L6LwkDPgSq3oakp08yKAzlvGOs-FWcZoTePrBiEudoQ/s320/IMG_9819.JPG" /></a>
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj68_ubJ5BMgQfqkOWR0CxSPL_tzFb9nyU7H5JlSAdp2w4D9CEqYQgTUuYRKRqSV1tDsJd30xQEpgYRVVykfwGp3EB87fLe7AVj55YqTsB6EoJmlI84t_jktyW0qd1NvNV4UCEDXNN2Lfw/s1600/IMG_9818.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508851209464757970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj68_ubJ5BMgQfqkOWR0CxSPL_tzFb9nyU7H5JlSAdp2w4D9CEqYQgTUuYRKRqSV1tDsJd30xQEpgYRVVykfwGp3EB87fLe7AVj55YqTsB6EoJmlI84t_jktyW0qd1NvNV4UCEDXNN2Lfw/s320/IMG_9818.JPG" /></a>
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyjegr5VZSntuF6s_n6eHXF3pDg-p-Xfbo-PzFZEwtzh-2pwkWJHbun4ami9UbdV83EDkU7uisyRe0UBfLf0mQrVB_rXuUbMQ4m0RVz8OrJ6MVSfIYksdXH5iIpv9NvW46r75o9DfF8rk/s1600/IMG_9817.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508851198962216450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyjegr5VZSntuF6s_n6eHXF3pDg-p-Xfbo-PzFZEwtzh-2pwkWJHbun4ami9UbdV83EDkU7uisyRe0UBfLf0mQrVB_rXuUbMQ4m0RVz8OrJ6MVSfIYksdXH5iIpv9NvW46r75o9DfF8rk/s320/IMG_9817.JPG" /></a> </div></div></div>
</div>O'Neil Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16749920905637665110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987868703099969797.post-67440553081056620502010-08-23T22:21:00.001-07:002010-08-23T22:53:50.840-07:00kaos<div align="center"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nakiah</span> is playing on a 3-5 year old soccer team (she of course is the youngest, not yet 3) and dear old mom was assigned to coach. Not by choice, more by default. To be honest, I was not looking forward to coaching....not even a little bit. Considering the program is run through my department at work, I've seen first hand what 3-5 year <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">olds</span> on a soccer field are like.</div><div align="center">That being said, I think I've enjoyed this Mighty Midgets season at least as much as the kids, if not more!!</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif58dQRtDQFxvU_BzEVOBN3gXR58jpshemsCWFSbjBVsU_8WAm5BGUV784uwWFVUMPV8K5Nb_KE3AFfF8U0O7p71iji9FGU4hL873WcorXmudOTDn7Zwbz72rChUZ6rme3YpD4_qLuny0/s1600/IMG_9823.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508846190594058914" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif58dQRtDQFxvU_BzEVOBN3gXR58jpshemsCWFSbjBVsU_8WAm5BGUV784uwWFVUMPV8K5Nb_KE3AFfF8U0O7p71iji9FGU4hL873WcorXmudOTDn7Zwbz72rChUZ6rme3YpD4_qLuny0/s320/IMG_9823.JPG" /></a>Here is my Super Star - if I can actually convince her to play on the field. She's come a long way!! The first actual game against another team was pretty rough. She does not like the other team taking the ball from her and insists that everyone is pushing her. She got her feelings hurt a few times and has had to slowly work back to enjoying the game. But in the last week or so has really started having fun with her teammates. She is now much more willing to voice her concerns, as she is now the child running at the back of the pack with her hand in the air yelling "No pushing, that not nice! I will kick the ball!" ;-) We work on a learning curve.
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjCs9ArN3jxI4R-qSKDFr272XaNxS3ppUvl5jiTaxW-_0rcHLs8AxDMrUKibUoGvyQR8gBZZOAxh4ez-hHtFwwm_I1fbw_YrMntZMaA6CV3jnUEFjDho4sdPmWv3eYVQrEop-QzlGNDiU/s1600/IMG_9825.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508846181343478658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjCs9ArN3jxI4R-qSKDFr272XaNxS3ppUvl5jiTaxW-_0rcHLs8AxDMrUKibUoGvyQR8gBZZOAxh4ez-hHtFwwm_I1fbw_YrMntZMaA6CV3jnUEFjDho4sdPmWv3eYVQrEop-QzlGNDiU/s320/IMG_9825.JPG" /></a>My fabulous team ~<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">kaos</span>~.
Two of my very generous team parents sponsored our team and decided that '<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">kaos</span>' was the perfect name for our team. I concur, it fits!
<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">Bojan</span>, Levi, Lucas, Anna, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nakiah</span>, Diego, Kasey and James
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0jWwiZg-L0d7aqoNSgGyyH5RtfOuz4oTteREwN0HEOY3KhrQNU-Kphj0saUwcS78o07ZQDRXnFr0EIVaCS4F0QhjWs_D1iJ-DVEAT_gDWm3lVEsJDhiAziafh-86PeF0YJTW6gZl-GY8/s1600/IMG_9827.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508846173854242882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0jWwiZg-L0d7aqoNSgGyyH5RtfOuz4oTteREwN0HEOY3KhrQNU-Kphj0saUwcS78o07ZQDRXnFr0EIVaCS4F0QhjWs_D1iJ-DVEAT_gDWm3lVEsJDhiAziafh-86PeF0YJTW6gZl-GY8/s320/IMG_9827.JPG" /></a>You might see 7 kids doing their own thing, not paying attention, I see success in getting 7 of my 8 players to stand in the same location long enough for a picture to be taken!!
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIuDXbkSklS0WaMuACbZLJ1aP_CFtqFnU1Ks6t3V8OVu4P2nykhqXi95st26sdITlmXJyg5YaKKG3mEkRo2A2eToRflTjT7oHOuqnoeIOoEI1TDNbHSFugZ-yKh8_G10g9pb3Ec5Gx_uo/s1600/IMG_9829.jpg2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 224px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508846165337919858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIuDXbkSklS0WaMuACbZLJ1aP_CFtqFnU1Ks6t3V8OVu4P2nykhqXi95st26sdITlmXJyg5YaKKG3mEkRo2A2eToRflTjT7oHOuqnoeIOoEI1TDNbHSFugZ-yKh8_G10g9pb3Ec5Gx_uo/s320/IMG_9829.jpg2.jpg" /></a>So patient and so focused
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0eg2N5BUs5XFr3pN86myZPczgw2D0PSk6H-Pywn3T19x-FAg5b3cRgdUOqkXd-LyEiPxwU2Xf9YBnxJKPhP1PVx8z26UpwOjcpUpwRg_L8znyRbS6OJBWfCrS4CEWFlnUmPSwlZzEyJ4/s1600/IMG_9830.jpg2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 248px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508846155347031378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0eg2N5BUs5XFr3pN86myZPczgw2D0PSk6H-Pywn3T19x-FAg5b3cRgdUOqkXd-LyEiPxwU2Xf9YBnxJKPhP1PVx8z26UpwOjcpUpwRg_L8znyRbS6OJBWfCrS4CEWFlnUmPSwlZzEyJ4/s320/IMG_9830.jpg2.jpg" /></a><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nakiah</span> in her very first soccer game
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyXzhqBbLF9NcocNs96RlLrNc0IHXIHCtKKUF50Q6DscO5EBHzCqf4tL0qZ1abvSBY1Pi3CBlmJA4bX4fTIIGsCJ1lQ6ZSq_rQuLo5ARoT5ifVbAqfsTzSoDsl4Xhp9rWQzVQEqASfrSA/s1600/IMG_9832.jpg2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508843208705044498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyXzhqBbLF9NcocNs96RlLrNc0IHXIHCtKKUF50Q6DscO5EBHzCqf4tL0qZ1abvSBY1Pi3CBlmJA4bX4fTIIGsCJ1lQ6ZSq_rQuLo5ARoT5ifVbAqfsTzSoDsl4Xhp9rWQzVQEqASfrSA/s320/IMG_9832.jpg2.jpg" /></a><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Bojan</span> and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nakiah</span> chasing after the ball
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigs8n4e8t4KSWHRMV7KIC2tLz8QKu9l096caClqXs-hIWC2U7HMdUu9i-MzuyBmkzKOwG6qiXGa-Pwb8R05E3RovP_ZnEwtPYHj5BEJZkGlA5bkc4fGqZlpNNtn1wuHrtiozGF0Y5MOr0/s1600/IMG_9834.jpg2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508843202671281618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigs8n4e8t4KSWHRMV7KIC2tLz8QKu9l096caClqXs-hIWC2U7HMdUu9i-MzuyBmkzKOwG6qiXGa-Pwb8R05E3RovP_ZnEwtPYHj5BEJZkGlA5bkc4fGqZlpNNtn1wuHrtiozGF0Y5MOr0/s320/IMG_9834.jpg2.jpg" /></a>
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1e2W2sGLc95Cy9T9u453_0ur6JUrZrLFz-bP07OxaDC6o25k7tX0GVOMWCYBtIeO6c-pXBRBKb0iBOwrVWpyTd6vj6Q6qShPyQSoQSm9IE2b8jSZS_bbJ6wVYK5xfMRmL4yoF9CnnDBE/s1600/IMG_9835.jpg2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508843193523096466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1e2W2sGLc95Cy9T9u453_0ur6JUrZrLFz-bP07OxaDC6o25k7tX0GVOMWCYBtIeO6c-pXBRBKb0iBOwrVWpyTd6vj6Q6qShPyQSoQSm9IE2b8jSZS_bbJ6wVYK5xfMRmL4yoF9CnnDBE/s320/IMG_9835.jpg2.jpg" /></a>I try to explain the object of soccer is to get the ball into the goal.....I'm glad she can celebrate the simple joys of just getting her foot on the ball!
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOgSf8h9JPutrGdBChyZHa08MpbE2-M_5zUPm9RQ8oawIDG7iJjHR6c5MINnFq3LtnqOdWqaU_hdc6QPVsFGe4mr6bi6yjFEx2-Z6ZNVaAhwp0KWUV-vQAL-50bvxEnnzBNDxu4rRh8Lg/s1600/IMG_9841.jpg2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 156px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508843184286288178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOgSf8h9JPutrGdBChyZHa08MpbE2-M_5zUPm9RQ8oawIDG7iJjHR6c5MINnFq3LtnqOdWqaU_hdc6QPVsFGe4mr6bi6yjFEx2-Z6ZNVaAhwp0KWUV-vQAL-50bvxEnnzBNDxu4rRh8Lg/s320/IMG_9841.jpg2.jpg" /></a>She was so overjoyed that in the middle of the 'play' she cut left and darted to the sidelines to tell Daddy and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Auma</span> that she "did it!"
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqcuiJLzhquvW9xG8KjCsFrFpdegnSzutH2lFKIgAwkip5hHHM4Qpo0FrjEJGWQyvCMyjnJw-jXSGEZnZs5EvIftYAYlEqLDy1iIQlhZvG9V2oL7EIeCzvve_LUN5DKGAysH75hT7tHg4/s1600/IMG_9841.jpg2.jpg3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 120px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508843176593701938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqcuiJLzhquvW9xG8KjCsFrFpdegnSzutH2lFKIgAwkip5hHHM4Qpo0FrjEJGWQyvCMyjnJw-jXSGEZnZs5EvIftYAYlEqLDy1iIQlhZvG9V2oL7EIeCzvve_LUN5DKGAysH75hT7tHg4/s320/IMG_9841.jpg2.jpg3.jpg" /></a>
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0oDCTBwZkiijM3IHyVDqu83jCdbK8TQ-zZgYbORfSHeFSckugRiLLcGND4tXTXgm1Wpd6dj3B18gPKTRI2yDl3iba1doYD75UbymXmdTJBFQ-_msBYG_2_cHCoVVIIUmbAtGEwVap35E/s1600/IMG_9842.jpg2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 162px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508842449647143234" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0oDCTBwZkiijM3IHyVDqu83jCdbK8TQ-zZgYbORfSHeFSckugRiLLcGND4tXTXgm1Wpd6dj3B18gPKTRI2yDl3iba1doYD75UbymXmdTJBFQ-_msBYG_2_cHCoVVIIUmbAtGEwVap35E/s320/IMG_9842.jpg2.jpg" /></a>And then the 'pushing' began...
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9n2Gip64dJIo2tAsQy3rmxZ0DujDOxu6UrObaJ9xE_pzAPhHKL7hcsKui1VG5nPVYom1R7HTqTQEQfPUz9HwZJJ12VY__yijEdCRY6UXOuB8Tvk1lFuCB4E2em8xj9RGay4mFGckXysk/s1600/IMG_9844.jpg2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 147px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508842446312895154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9n2Gip64dJIo2tAsQy3rmxZ0DujDOxu6UrObaJ9xE_pzAPhHKL7hcsKui1VG5nPVYom1R7HTqTQEQfPUz9HwZJJ12VY__yijEdCRY6UXOuB8Tvk1lFuCB4E2em8xj9RGay4mFGckXysk/s320/IMG_9844.jpg2.jpg" /></a>We had a few tears
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO3jjHAlS2lGzOu9ekR2-C4oTL_LXyozKFlKftpN4SBiJjHnriITtnfitR_mhGTFbYqO2yakhszyLxbbCqRCAKsN0GmnRD61T2vn6-wFUgJ7CGqKYZwIlPSQ4HmAKXL0S3YpaJ9p8ghYs/s1600/IMG_9845.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508842436084542898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhO3jjHAlS2lGzOu9ekR2-C4oTL_LXyozKFlKftpN4SBiJjHnriITtnfitR_mhGTFbYqO2yakhszyLxbbCqRCAKsN0GmnRD61T2vn6-wFUgJ7CGqKYZwIlPSQ4HmAKXL0S3YpaJ9p8ghYs/s320/IMG_9845.JPG" /></a>And coach/Mommy needed to mend a tender heart
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE5Q_oK4M1V_kIZij88LzvAaDmOOJjKKI3ckD1HSfi5nfc57rfMqJ2Yn_qXobP4eCXDakjwq5bVPVLC9z4d1EffsPperF85dCd6qjLqO7rlvnUHE6ucjw3wOOrnhA6nDONLPnjDYIlBdc/s1600/IMG_9846.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508842421341984690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjE5Q_oK4M1V_kIZij88LzvAaDmOOJjKKI3ckD1HSfi5nfc57rfMqJ2Yn_qXobP4eCXDakjwq5bVPVLC9z4d1EffsPperF85dCd6qjLqO7rlvnUHE6ucjw3wOOrnhA6nDONLPnjDYIlBdc/s320/IMG_9846.JPG" /></a>Its good to be a passionate player!
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCfhMIt2XsYtaGmf6hTG9LGNr3bFIVHB-dzbdbLjChDMmcY5EV_Eivh01uuAlkFF9_gOUi0ixI_2j-0KebEYyGzFLxmOmX-N_b_pYTeWu1BUffgWEsyXqOE5jT3teWgZ9QgUTUf9ifJTg/s1600/IMG_9847.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508842410977865714" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCfhMIt2XsYtaGmf6hTG9LGNr3bFIVHB-dzbdbLjChDMmcY5EV_Eivh01uuAlkFF9_gOUi0ixI_2j-0KebEYyGzFLxmOmX-N_b_pYTeWu1BUffgWEsyXqOE5jT3teWgZ9QgUTUf9ifJTg/s320/IMG_9847.JPG" /></a></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>
</div><p align="center">Even with the little stresses and somewhat frustrating situations that inevitably arise with a team of 8 3-5 year <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">olds</span>, I've thoroughly enjoyed watching the kids get excitement out of things that I take for granted. They are my team of little super stars and I'm such a proud coach!!</p>O'Neil Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16749920905637665110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987868703099969797.post-67767780142118600812010-08-23T22:16:00.000-07:002010-08-23T22:20:43.615-07:00Project Time<div align="center">I've posted before about how much <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nakiah</span> loves to do her art projects. It can be something as simple as cutting a piece of paper into shreds, she just loves to do 'projects'.</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-iDY1rpr27yflzD1pk7Ko8I4yZJ_Ixw7NyELZiPR03fZadsX5PHjvGngRjG6gGOEgneyxqKVhaK-sMvdKS6A-LnK7V91_5UouO06nNkWR0jufz8KP9PC95KH_4M4vlRLuMUDqXyn5myQ/s1600/IMG_9686.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508841056480207074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-iDY1rpr27yflzD1pk7Ko8I4yZJ_Ixw7NyELZiPR03fZadsX5PHjvGngRjG6gGOEgneyxqKVhaK-sMvdKS6A-LnK7V91_5UouO06nNkWR0jufz8KP9PC95KH_4M4vlRLuMUDqXyn5myQ/s320/IMG_9686.JPG" /></a> She even gets her table out and sets up her station while I get her supplies ready. She sits down and waits patiently for me to set everything out for her.
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq3RFA6zqSTEtrxeO4fsqpu9CBwiu0ARe4F86P2a-Ecvq29WIIlG_cotx7CSiOEO6PvnGd7B00nqU9Y8PMt1Yv9Eme50-iCYhyZDHl7cHKBAqTdwnJlxn8m-zSjI5Ecvw_rIzEQvYDzvg/s1600/IMG_9684.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508841045794014162" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq3RFA6zqSTEtrxeO4fsqpu9CBwiu0ARe4F86P2a-Ecvq29WIIlG_cotx7CSiOEO6PvnGd7B00nqU9Y8PMt1Yv9Eme50-iCYhyZDHl7cHKBAqTdwnJlxn8m-zSjI5Ecvw_rIzEQvYDzvg/s320/IMG_9684.JPG" /></a> If I try to talk to her while she's in the middle of something she tells me "I very busy mom, I doing my work". Its rare that she ever looks up long enough for me to take a picture.
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs2Hq0oNzs1iIPIIVjM4ko1ppyQJ-VVNgSdeexlpxscet5SYK0-SP91bp5Wvdvhzz8MaKOgal3dPltMvwMLLqlIDPPP83ewrI6zx8kq9mNm15cgBZn6QAswHfFFRx5PKjSWOx7OyYuEoY/s1600/IMG_9685.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508841037063395698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs2Hq0oNzs1iIPIIVjM4ko1ppyQJ-VVNgSdeexlpxscet5SYK0-SP91bp5Wvdvhzz8MaKOgal3dPltMvwMLLqlIDPPP83ewrI6zx8kq9mNm15cgBZn6QAswHfFFRx5PKjSWOx7OyYuEoY/s320/IMG_9685.JPG" /></a>I hope she always enjoys doing her projects!
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</div>O'Neil Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16749920905637665110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987868703099969797.post-61468236994158215302010-08-23T22:12:00.000-07:002010-08-23T22:14:59.849-07:00He loves his toys!<div align="center">So much that he doesn't want to let go, even when he's asleep!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY6G0FGwfXIwU1rnNcbmk6p_laTBvyC3NVNvYwN9VqS9qFoavmvS3E6MqlMjL4ImPuYOmE_8n6HqnhDSoHMVJdogqVBcB3UjdgRqDkMZc-WcdZZmCunqsWiLAiLUZyPOGcMb92CoRv0m0/s1600/IMG_9587.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508840176599886290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY6G0FGwfXIwU1rnNcbmk6p_laTBvyC3NVNvYwN9VqS9qFoavmvS3E6MqlMjL4ImPuYOmE_8n6HqnhDSoHMVJdogqVBcB3UjdgRqDkMZc-WcdZZmCunqsWiLAiLUZyPOGcMb92CoRv0m0/s320/IMG_9587.JPG" /></a>
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSmxvDodhyphenhyphenXC3OxBMtDz6ayN9bWBPej7u6zpV3cjEdRuo2krxXZU354fSY-zCQOBmm0pI9av6VZQJi4QvuuFM7Wv35-MLR-8RMZ42PsuLQ8b4EBz5-90xbgkNSGzBhJ3r7M1PHK-v6wXo/s1600/IMG_9586.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508840171574696594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSmxvDodhyphenhyphenXC3OxBMtDz6ayN9bWBPej7u6zpV3cjEdRuo2krxXZU354fSY-zCQOBmm0pI9av6VZQJi4QvuuFM7Wv35-MLR-8RMZ42PsuLQ8b4EBz5-90xbgkNSGzBhJ3r7M1PHK-v6wXo/s320/IMG_9586.JPG" /></a> </div>O'Neil Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16749920905637665110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987868703099969797.post-11440049307236634922010-08-23T22:09:00.001-07:002010-08-23T22:12:03.558-07:00This is my kid....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSuwZaRznwb3Bibaed3Q8X3fO4xw5L-0UgMFw-6Yr4KXjNQuapqEMhFRpvnlRs4LC1WSOzfxvycCQz5UkYbo_D_PWFC4zIfD-NTa7FecREQ6nAzSssSDy227oNdohDvSHHZ1cjbBsKNJs/s1600/IMG_9635.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508839676174158674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSuwZaRznwb3Bibaed3Q8X3fO4xw5L-0UgMFw-6Yr4KXjNQuapqEMhFRpvnlRs4LC1WSOzfxvycCQz5UkYbo_D_PWFC4zIfD-NTa7FecREQ6nAzSssSDy227oNdohDvSHHZ1cjbBsKNJs/s320/IMG_9635.JPG" /></a>
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<div align="center">And there has never been a more proud Mother!!</div></div></div>O'Neil Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16749920905637665110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987868703099969797.post-81263384739234818772010-08-23T21:55:00.000-07:002010-08-23T22:07:56.514-07:00Slip n' Slide<div align="center">At <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kicen's</span> birthday party, we set up a little slip n' slide that had a small "pool" for water to collect in.</div><div align="center"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nakiah</span> has played on the slip n' slide before, but she mostly just likes to walk over the spraying water, sort of like a sprinkler.</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfY8v4cieteL230CogR2QmcbcFmupGeXwcNuOuiaCuE6avOLFq5iV9ofQsYk7KQIglhfA5dNRg-jiHQWwHIefBT8E_rZhjlLizEgTSjBMNPcETgfkLS1bPRFpMXR8XLC8gaQfPny_o7A4/s1600/IMG_9724.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508837094148053842" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfY8v4cieteL230CogR2QmcbcFmupGeXwcNuOuiaCuE6avOLFq5iV9ofQsYk7KQIglhfA5dNRg-jiHQWwHIefBT8E_rZhjlLizEgTSjBMNPcETgfkLS1bPRFpMXR8XLC8gaQfPny_o7A4/s320/IMG_9724.JPG" /></a>She was having so much fun watching all the other kids run and slide and was really getting into it, especially when she watch Kasey (the slip n' slide KING) take his turns.
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHYZ1rwx0GoorVnQkTtLGWJINyMPxJeJxiK4IfZaz9NzuS0y50z_BcXa43V-ftZ80_GOGmegVizf1alXqAnGj5QRcCstE0Z_s0P7m3hxeqPb1p0QCeE_8kAPzzNe4iVF3zOx8Yds8_vAQ/s1600/IMG_9726.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508837082574465282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHYZ1rwx0GoorVnQkTtLGWJINyMPxJeJxiK4IfZaz9NzuS0y50z_BcXa43V-ftZ80_GOGmegVizf1alXqAnGj5QRcCstE0Z_s0P7m3hxeqPb1p0QCeE_8kAPzzNe4iVF3zOx8Yds8_vAQ/s320/IMG_9726.JPG" /></a>Allyson taking a turn
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1cKhkY55Atrdn4tvb06cb6kTXPrGAKsx2UNt-kyGdY8eiHe-t92vC8pobAudMHaz3KfEL7fdk8DvwB6wuQVcVvWmAtlrMU2ElfaPBBKFVmUXCPJb0ntyrW2V6LPUCgkwhVoKtT1MLW7A/s1600/IMG_9727.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508837071674296418" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1cKhkY55Atrdn4tvb06cb6kTXPrGAKsx2UNt-kyGdY8eiHe-t92vC8pobAudMHaz3KfEL7fdk8DvwB6wuQVcVvWmAtlrMU2ElfaPBBKFVmUXCPJb0ntyrW2V6LPUCgkwhVoKtT1MLW7A/s320/IMG_9727.JPG" /></a>Kasey plowing through the water
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWVzDoTZMlStdNPXuW5mpPIjn9lBkFEo8cM8gFV3FlvnqR9G23HkWUrahdC0Fsy5FqHUZa4JbKOpAQ10nSH3gJPUVKCR-94J8JdmedLsjcd6bkPYTAyWVV6GhMF0u8PlCXUdtZ1h9zUHU/s1600/IMG_9728.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508836732809172050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWVzDoTZMlStdNPXuW5mpPIjn9lBkFEo8cM8gFV3FlvnqR9G23HkWUrahdC0Fsy5FqHUZa4JbKOpAQ10nSH3gJPUVKCR-94J8JdmedLsjcd6bkPYTAyWVV6GhMF0u8PlCXUdtZ1h9zUHU/s320/IMG_9728.JPG" /></a><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nakiah's</span> version of <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">playing</span> on the slip n' slide
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisfeUulqjwKZcbonJMLF27KtIfzH5iyoMwHLKzXezo50mv870vSvt4EJdmhSc-Ng-5VOiLeuqcNKV6GhhaWd-zIsoO09OVlZwn1HCPtzvBqBhY1bw-it36C_TY-9IX4s2M1TIgckEWyII/s1600/IMG_9729.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508836720400424930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisfeUulqjwKZcbonJMLF27KtIfzH5iyoMwHLKzXezo50mv870vSvt4EJdmhSc-Ng-5VOiLeuqcNKV6GhhaWd-zIsoO09OVlZwn1HCPtzvBqBhY1bw-it36C_TY-9IX4s2M1TIgckEWyII/s320/IMG_9729.JPG" /></a>Until she was brave enough to actually "slip n' slide....
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx3RlLq82HCZoYO9FJHcicfqff6BZvary1J2uLX7TIX-sfIyHEEy3sI6elu_6GpFM2GrDQntkgH5a4TajzM69_FUqoIy-DPbyWYLRMn4QgVPh8nbvJVeb_M7yeVzklX_XIUXxbiNJl0JU/s1600/IMG_9731.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508836706941368642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx3RlLq82HCZoYO9FJHcicfqff6BZvary1J2uLX7TIX-sfIyHEEy3sI6elu_6GpFM2GrDQntkgH5a4TajzM69_FUqoIy-DPbyWYLRMn4QgVPh8nbvJVeb_M7yeVzklX_XIUXxbiNJl0JU/s320/IMG_9731.JPG" /></a>...which was more like crawling down the slide and splashing her hands into the "pool".</div><div>She was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">sooo</span> excited and kept telling me "mommy, I did it! I did it!"
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrjxs6wwjKYPCoKopOyTSzX4bsDH3LCa6RkIllklf0LiNq7MVTJh41vtdlCLtA8ITScwO6ecUpUF-KjrCrYqzEwOq1L9MBrOT29-vWkEEX2xHiExsD3dwIR3On_0kTZ8OJJ6qSRSR7VM8/s1600/IMG_9732.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508836696312460274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrjxs6wwjKYPCoKopOyTSzX4bsDH3LCa6RkIllklf0LiNq7MVTJh41vtdlCLtA8ITScwO6ecUpUF-KjrCrYqzEwOq1L9MBrOT29-vWkEEX2xHiExsD3dwIR3On_0kTZ8OJJ6qSRSR7VM8/s320/IMG_9732.JPG" /></a>With a little help from Daddy, not that he needs the help considering how fearless he is, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kicen</span> even partook in the slip n' side festivities!
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</div>O'Neil Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16749920905637665110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987868703099969797.post-49085901656610989302010-08-23T21:51:00.000-07:002010-08-23T21:55:36.125-07:00In case you didn't know.....<div align="center">My Mother in law in super talented!!</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUdntayazzSYgEJX-3k7v3Cq2TZm_atYjPvE8jGeYR5wo2h-bnez4rfpHLlT5T7ettWsMz2ZT0UAmQGuwOkeoD65Snfhbv8O79WQHciZ05rEOLks4djpNPlIDR7oBataFXXkhf9Kn8fKo/s1600/IMG_9789.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508834936000086386" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUdntayazzSYgEJX-3k7v3Cq2TZm_atYjPvE8jGeYR5wo2h-bnez4rfpHLlT5T7ettWsMz2ZT0UAmQGuwOkeoD65Snfhbv8O79WQHciZ05rEOLks4djpNPlIDR7oBataFXXkhf9Kn8fKo/s320/IMG_9789.JPG" /></a> She makes my kid's birthday cakes (and our wedding cake too!!) and does such a fabulous job!! I so appreciate the time she takes to give them something special every year!</div><div align="center">Thanks Jackie!!!! We love you......and your cakes!! ;-)
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</div>O'Neil Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16749920905637665110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987868703099969797.post-57991959750701159912010-08-23T21:20:00.001-07:002010-08-23T21:51:31.029-07:00Birthday Bash for my Baby Boy<div align="center">I can't believe my baby boy is a year old. The last 12 months have flown by and my sweet baby is now a crazy little boy....still super sweet, but oh so crazy fun!!</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqvjg4Dc2-oaohZ7JO41J8Rv93U9XcH9JnPbsDLdZhcdjY22n1knNMpRFT3SxbVZ0vPWPEfZkhlo5M4kH1lKGv217jTziztBVT_lHWDHjpsaUMKMctLS8j9BLcH4FSvzBf5r-9-lFwens/s1600/IMG_9719.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508831818137698610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqvjg4Dc2-oaohZ7JO41J8Rv93U9XcH9JnPbsDLdZhcdjY22n1knNMpRFT3SxbVZ0vPWPEfZkhlo5M4kH1lKGv217jTziztBVT_lHWDHjpsaUMKMctLS8j9BLcH4FSvzBf5r-9-lFwens/s320/IMG_9719.JPG" /></a> We had a birthday <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">bbq</span> at <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Auma</span> and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Auda's</span> house, complete with lots of water fun.
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<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuycgH-CvBago709vkfHY2i-uO-6r9PQuPgKnpucVdAft1Xw9bpL0ZDDJmC9zYHOjAbKUjV9PocZOBa-fLgk1rj_kS12MUf8JrO8bwquKRy2aOUde7w6m2fYJJ_IYUX66SvCk_mB_0Mtc/s1600/IMG_9737.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508831789914959154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuycgH-CvBago709vkfHY2i-uO-6r9PQuPgKnpucVdAft1Xw9bpL0ZDDJmC9zYHOjAbKUjV9PocZOBa-fLgk1rj_kS12MUf8JrO8bwquKRy2aOUde7w6m2fYJJ_IYUX66SvCk_mB_0Mtc/s320/IMG_9737.JPG" /></a>
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9nwSrLka5_2M8gRAxtwXkVVAjzQ9qjUFaceqY1BgyaUIz3OCS7Q5AaN3nXCD7Vxh2dx_Qnvp1ZG6y7JCCDxphwoEuCp0auzVADUFdh1v4o535KkacCdQY43az7PFbWc1yUGRXeFLUr6w/s1600/IMG_9738.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508831779501652946" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9nwSrLka5_2M8gRAxtwXkVVAjzQ9qjUFaceqY1BgyaUIz3OCS7Q5AaN3nXCD7Vxh2dx_Qnvp1ZG6y7JCCDxphwoEuCp0auzVADUFdh1v4o535KkacCdQY43az7PFbWc1yUGRXeFLUr6w/s320/IMG_9738.JPG" /></a><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kicen</span> had so much fun playing in the water and running around with the kids.
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<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbs4At6kVErI3M0U7vWsX0HFf5gPhZVQU9C5g5J7nFe2dZnttOuxQcBPtWi8lsz25_FM_SgIpovez4698HbgWDsZWkeBycW7cGEu_0zHnJ5xh-Q3Kf5-BFcQvaTnVNZlHc9XD_MDPMspk/s1600/IMG_9740.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508830672852805042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbs4At6kVErI3M0U7vWsX0HFf5gPhZVQU9C5g5J7nFe2dZnttOuxQcBPtWi8lsz25_FM_SgIpovez4698HbgWDsZWkeBycW7cGEu_0zHnJ5xh-Q3Kf5-BFcQvaTnVNZlHc9XD_MDPMspk/s320/IMG_9740.JPG" /></a>It was hard to keep him <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">focused</span> when it came time to open gifts, but the trucks seemed to do the trick
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTjwJmLLaapXPEVaWvnH7Ms4PZfGowTy7erZemYhYu-dL56pOjacTTkDdvwqUsLfxaYaS3dGrwkQ3VT-rLsICQWYVzGTA5boT228HkHbCs7T-i7ZFizpbn1b-UDws3UD4ckD_ANlLRU2o/s1600/IMG_9746.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508830658561643170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTjwJmLLaapXPEVaWvnH7Ms4PZfGowTy7erZemYhYu-dL56pOjacTTkDdvwqUsLfxaYaS3dGrwkQ3VT-rLsICQWYVzGTA5boT228HkHbCs7T-i7ZFizpbn1b-UDws3UD4ckD_ANlLRU2o/s320/IMG_9746.JPG" /></a>
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX9HVRLPgl4eqAeib4xNFZqslDt9x4Cyk6uvgWGStF8LAv51HlaFGhKxZyx_zKQ5Lqq-ayOIzr_HiixxeiDiR0SR9Rb2ogceyumeDsTf5xt1ENbo-bbk0aE6Kjyq0gVHy_GVR3091QOMw/s1600/IMG_9755.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508830647615229010" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX9HVRLPgl4eqAeib4xNFZqslDt9x4Cyk6uvgWGStF8LAv51HlaFGhKxZyx_zKQ5Lqq-ayOIzr_HiixxeiDiR0SR9Rb2ogceyumeDsTf5xt1ENbo-bbk0aE6Kjyq0gVHy_GVR3091QOMw/s320/IMG_9755.JPG" /></a><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nakiah</span> did very well being patient and letting her brother open the gifts.
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4651ApCjjVBs6sQwwdbQnF8jPznYjwldgW-3QUoTV7gOXsYOcMKsKH2VxM5X321cgetEkFUfKKHq7OWo-uMm2oOrj9W1Hio6i4VQVCYwvtrD3xSihZ5AFqFJijPuVjDYTt1B9a5gp3JQ/s1600/IMG_9760.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508830637579621058" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4651ApCjjVBs6sQwwdbQnF8jPznYjwldgW-3QUoTV7gOXsYOcMKsKH2VxM5X321cgetEkFUfKKHq7OWo-uMm2oOrj9W1Hio6i4VQVCYwvtrD3xSihZ5AFqFJijPuVjDYTt1B9a5gp3JQ/s320/IMG_9760.JPG" /></a>
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjQ67mgAvuC45FZLLKGbg1hwTNS9g9JcMPdWhYd9p31g2rrWcdntAxpFSDlv6wPqpkOlEYLOAjaO7wYNr5PNPZ1wyNvs0DZQiDqSglTgXLcbVOorDSwxIKTY4JWaxzFeAB526Kfw-P0g4/s1600/IMG_9761.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508830624986232130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjQ67mgAvuC45FZLLKGbg1hwTNS9g9JcMPdWhYd9p31g2rrWcdntAxpFSDlv6wPqpkOlEYLOAjaO7wYNr5PNPZ1wyNvs0DZQiDqSglTgXLcbVOorDSwxIKTY4JWaxzFeAB526Kfw-P0g4/s320/IMG_9761.JPG" /></a>The best gift of the entire day, it seemed, was a card that played music....
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFeH2k-ucu6ZlWo72uVQ9WecKinrP-PisAj_5Mzfb32kWANyCA91Mz8uJn5cCz39QkX9A0Q_JG12jkfnl4iCFB4oj0Z6FVtZv5nL1VmMeBD8nRVhyphenhyphenPckg743fryU_n_KWv5-6WG0SdMzk/s1600/IMG_9767.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508829140894798562" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFeH2k-ucu6ZlWo72uVQ9WecKinrP-PisAj_5Mzfb32kWANyCA91Mz8uJn5cCz39QkX9A0Q_JG12jkfnl4iCFB4oj0Z6FVtZv5nL1VmMeBD8nRVhyphenhyphenPckg743fryU_n_KWv5-6WG0SdMzk/s320/IMG_9767.JPG" /></a>I seriously thought my son would devour the cake and have it all over him...
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG9Dwr8IaKhjxDnryuLmUVckR8koRis0m448n0U672ggC-eqAUGJQAZxAhBtWvFcLkIV94SJ37kBhSWvVFu8iE0NZ_oPVy6Q8nBK1_zo445aQHjOb0zKqGUB4tXvieCtlIWo9dhHxWIGs/s1600/IMG_9768.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508829132476163442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhG9Dwr8IaKhjxDnryuLmUVckR8koRis0m448n0U672ggC-eqAUGJQAZxAhBtWvFcLkIV94SJ37kBhSWvVFu8iE0NZ_oPVy6Q8nBK1_zo445aQHjOb0zKqGUB4tXvieCtlIWo9dhHxWIGs/s320/IMG_9768.JPG" /></a>to my surprise, he was almost disgusted with the idea of touching it, let alone putting it in his mouth!
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWQO198LTXeXcNgJiBtGkhl7i39bTm72y_ELHI4XiyFIPIN3hfHf732ld35CgbooxKNRdsjQOww7hnTnJH8DBk311Q1_q-xEVygPgAeBrTixUW0Yb7tKTUKwi8woXpGHz_hmz0tx5u2QQ/s1600/IMG_9772.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508829123644291442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWQO198LTXeXcNgJiBtGkhl7i39bTm72y_ELHI4XiyFIPIN3hfHf732ld35CgbooxKNRdsjQOww7hnTnJH8DBk311Q1_q-xEVygPgAeBrTixUW0Yb7tKTUKwi8woXpGHz_hmz0tx5u2QQ/s320/IMG_9772.JPG" /></a>Sister, on the other hand, was just waiting to break into that frosting!!
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWuOY1-gjrNjfVkEK0dv_qoYoQPIlV1GWrDZ-LLMTNyRF-bCXFWFDjIKmcSdUDn-9EKxpss6psCEtbVAmmheDf6nB7Fmi_mdhHgNIfl5gjPgJ7NIM-q5vmuLHuTu0UkPPIJ5J2lQhxtKA/s1600/IMG_9773.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508829114434276994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWuOY1-gjrNjfVkEK0dv_qoYoQPIlV1GWrDZ-LLMTNyRF-bCXFWFDjIKmcSdUDn-9EKxpss6psCEtbVAmmheDf6nB7Fmi_mdhHgNIfl5gjPgJ7NIM-q5vmuLHuTu0UkPPIJ5J2lQhxtKA/s320/IMG_9773.JPG" /></a><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kicen</span> got a little bit on his finger and was pretty concerned about it...
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<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjecHKOt0Hh15VgwvqVaPEqR3ly36piV16YdOesVtssg96HKC2cM2msq2ZKPuX6qQZqLFU_TQvcgeNHvP3MIjez6ryIyjkg7dpIUw2g3TrQBvuaKKX4XxJOp8P7HR97Wq5Yh0X1PCZ2lrc/s1600/IMG_9783.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508828240607780178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjecHKOt0Hh15VgwvqVaPEqR3ly36piV16YdOesVtssg96HKC2cM2msq2ZKPuX6qQZqLFU_TQvcgeNHvP3MIjez6ryIyjkg7dpIUw2g3TrQBvuaKKX4XxJOp8P7HR97Wq5Yh0X1PCZ2lrc/s320/IMG_9783.JPG" /></a>Apparently, my son <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">prefers</span> to use utensils.
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifOLh2DoN0fXU3Vvfo7Z53sySPopXPXNvGskT_3OaGLLM7_vLSNqFYYNOnMOJC7VKBvPSYGJyWuZubVfcGRKeQmQEkl9bDowbpThpcClxsiJdfy7xs1kkd7mBvUQDJD14eXCpc15yZnys/s1600/IMG_9784.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508828234512661186" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifOLh2DoN0fXU3Vvfo7Z53sySPopXPXNvGskT_3OaGLLM7_vLSNqFYYNOnMOJC7VKBvPSYGJyWuZubVfcGRKeQmQEkl9bDowbpThpcClxsiJdfy7xs1kkd7mBvUQDJD14eXCpc15yZnys/s320/IMG_9784.JPG" /></a><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nakiah</span> is okay with using her fingers... ;-)
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<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh38lOC-I4Bblixn7ALG8rQtbBseEsxrUslo002iZa3GuVL_cnFt8o4GP59jEKsdWMXrKnq2nyKTyfHEO08GB72H7pCGTOsLx7R9big1wScZ3Pu7GG6aesPx7X7hyAnhcF6Jc1Y_QuEjQQ/s1600/IMG_9800.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508827564550411906" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh38lOC-I4Bblixn7ALG8rQtbBseEsxrUslo002iZa3GuVL_cnFt8o4GP59jEKsdWMXrKnq2nyKTyfHEO08GB72H7pCGTOsLx7R9big1wScZ3Pu7GG6aesPx7X7hyAnhcF6Jc1Y_QuEjQQ/s320/IMG_9800.JPG" /></a>We ended the evening with a few test runs of the new toys
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</div><p align="center">Thanks to everyone who made it to celebrate with us!!</p>O'Neil Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16749920905637665110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987868703099969797.post-81716057303695502492010-08-16T23:35:00.000-07:002010-08-16T23:36:51.839-07:00He's ONE....<div align="center">...and he likes it!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1e1drOK2ngNymjLFvC6m9aYnhjHyfVjbI9OPz89pMUPfcFeWzFaKFvqS09QciJJO-lMBsF4FjbMgua_qbvK3YZFebnUEYfTH4MABcSzMNFQ_kMYfMQiv1k0QdJT9uulg0RH2Tr96XFu4/s1600/-164.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506263920359004082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1e1drOK2ngNymjLFvC6m9aYnhjHyfVjbI9OPz89pMUPfcFeWzFaKFvqS09QciJJO-lMBsF4FjbMgua_qbvK3YZFebnUEYfTH4MABcSzMNFQ_kMYfMQiv1k0QdJT9uulg0RH2Tr96XFu4/s320/-164.jpg" /></a>O'Neil Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16749920905637665110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987868703099969797.post-88630449316399333342010-07-21T03:13:00.000-07:002010-07-21T03:13:00.507-07:00One Year Ago....<div align="center">Kicen is my sugary sweet little monster, my sensitive little bruiser. He's my little angle daredevil, the perfect combination of sweet and spicy! He is 100% Russell boy, but as you know, his stature screams O'Neil. ;-) He keeps me on my toes and keeps a smile on my face. Even when he's at his worst, he still has a twinkle in his eye. His smile melts my heart and his laughter is music to my ears. He is the perfect gift from God!! </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8SjX8sxyOmu6F6hz3gCuTSIFWNNTKg52AkuhP-tOk9gtzzxE6n9GUbJ7ePj-tINOi838gboFRu9Wspf_jaVKDW65Y2_mUenxHgY5TPnlbkS9Ho3URIr_EIb-kjqALAAJvm5XkJOH0JLA/s1600/IMG_9250.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496215246817358626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8SjX8sxyOmu6F6hz3gCuTSIFWNNTKg52AkuhP-tOk9gtzzxE6n9GUbJ7ePj-tINOi838gboFRu9Wspf_jaVKDW65Y2_mUenxHgY5TPnlbkS9Ho3URIr_EIb-kjqALAAJvm5XkJOH0JLA/s320/IMG_9250.JPG" /></a>Kicen LOVES to play, play, play. While he loves his trucks and animals, he isn't picky when it comes to toys. A wooden spoon and a water bottle are just fine with him. As go-go-go as he is, however, he will almost always sit still to read a book. He plays by himself, but loves to play with his Sister. He giggles the sweetest giggle when he's tired.
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS8b244RH4MlNJMq7DS3HUWtMaB3uuM8WyanzTM5FxmMxUuWsudeWbJPdoCmEW1EiKxufo6A1eZjJH6h4CHzecQPgRkn5jeNMQWEKMMIRrD0XST6DcRGK-XCNuB8Y9XHeV2-R0fqUMbR4/s1600/IMG_9165.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496215237341767698" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS8b244RH4MlNJMq7DS3HUWtMaB3uuM8WyanzTM5FxmMxUuWsudeWbJPdoCmEW1EiKxufo6A1eZjJH6h4CHzecQPgRkn5jeNMQWEKMMIRrD0XST6DcRGK-XCNuB8Y9XHeV2-R0fqUMbR4/s320/IMG_9165.JPG" /></a>He isn't confused about what he wants and he isn't afraid to let you know. He gets his patients from his Momma, so if he wants something.....he wants it now. He is quite the charmer when he needs to be and full of spit and vinegar if he doesn't get what he wants. He gets frustrated if something isn't working the way he wants it to and he can pitch a fit with the best of them! Its safe to safe he has a temper.
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwrNhQQ8Dz0ZMvAPuMtb739jWlucz88JPanRp_0qT-EVkde_RMteDi-d4E4ptpba-O991WwfZi3zp99as6j6Wpp5mIgC3NYjGPt9CwIrfyslxsahlawI-52VgkDczjtYZVc9RB_hkxk8Y/s1600/IMG_9132.jpg+2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496215231218748050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwrNhQQ8Dz0ZMvAPuMtb739jWlucz88JPanRp_0qT-EVkde_RMteDi-d4E4ptpba-O991WwfZi3zp99as6j6Wpp5mIgC3NYjGPt9CwIrfyslxsahlawI-52VgkDczjtYZVc9RB_hkxk8Y/s320/IMG_9132.jpg+2.jpg" /></a>Kicen is my show off! He loves to know that you are watching him and he loves to be praised. If he gets enough applause, he'll continue showing off. I'm sure I'll receive my fair share of "Mrs. O'Neil, this is Kicen's teacher" phone calls over the years.
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV5pdl9ewiGIMwctM-r2-uQdhP-dfeGgVTcr9_eMOI_VHoW60-BzpD_g-176Ny_6ILGmt-tI1PID7a0oAqV1xph6fPyEU4gt9vkniKERCzLxh6wlFyN1jxqeNcuHyai7nyL5mYmEM1JQM/s1600/IMG_9059.jpg+2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496215226613236786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhV5pdl9ewiGIMwctM-r2-uQdhP-dfeGgVTcr9_eMOI_VHoW60-BzpD_g-176Ny_6ILGmt-tI1PID7a0oAqV1xph6fPyEU4gt9vkniKERCzLxh6wlFyN1jxqeNcuHyai7nyL5mYmEM1JQM/s320/IMG_9059.jpg+2.jpg" /></a>Kicen is a sponge and he is very quick to figure things out. He is picking up sign language quite fast and is quite good at communicating. He signs 'thank you', 'please', 'drink', 'more', 'bath', 'help', 'all done' and a version of 'play'. He will repeat almost any simple word you ask him to and replies correctly when you ask him what a cow, lion, dog and elephant say. I think he's a genius, just like his Sister.
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghv-jyb-iF1E0grbj0QtV56XKUzCmXXeZ6CO8mRmlIzNlna1WTWN0BpjHtXzJEsEr8V3-6iNoseHFrpxKBCbhXivX1TBeuZp9PBBWfOPM9i7Re53yztnQT2N0aKHGrakAUUCwio11aPz4/s1600/IMG_9094.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496215220202017490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghv-jyb-iF1E0grbj0QtV56XKUzCmXXeZ6CO8mRmlIzNlna1WTWN0BpjHtXzJEsEr8V3-6iNoseHFrpxKBCbhXivX1TBeuZp9PBBWfOPM9i7Re53yztnQT2N0aKHGrakAUUCwio11aPz4/s320/IMG_9094.JPG" /></a>Kicen loves music. He loves to be sung to, he loves hearing music on TV, he loves toys that play music. When he hears music, without being instructed to do so, Kicen will start dancing. I can't quite tell if he's going to have rhythm or not, but the boy sure does try!
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPUIT5RdRTTKEtTQkIk5jR43c2-r61aZjDs6Ysmj-mTSNHGjl6hxEUYrRfAIVJRp605Pv7yxL-nZJKMBmO69TP0MNK_64vRpSSAsC-N2XHGVlY7ItVQn6t7PKZNukxbSl85GDytzG-oYI/s1600/IMG_9319.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496214070826426466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPUIT5RdRTTKEtTQkIk5jR43c2-r61aZjDs6Ysmj-mTSNHGjl6hxEUYrRfAIVJRp605Pv7yxL-nZJKMBmO69TP0MNK_64vRpSSAsC-N2XHGVlY7ItVQn6t7PKZNukxbSl85GDytzG-oYI/s320/IMG_9319.JPG" /></a>Kicen is my 'loves all things food' baby! He can finish his own meal and if he sees you eating something he didn't get, he wants to try yours too. He LOVES fruit and pickles. He likes to eat things he thinks are for 'big kids'. He likes things that he can crunch on and the boy has never met a bite that was too big. If I hand him a cracker, he assumes I intended for the entire cracker to be consumed in one bite. It doesn't help that he has jaws of steel. I've tried on more than one occasion to retrieve an exceptionally large bite, only to find that my fingers jabbing at his mouth are no match for his desire to consume food.
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvsRHaQSyxzUrGyRXtNwxA8ok4dv48qk7JEP8qxPqsmtMqLRqP2qIVxEojsAcM9JT6Q-AKOqEqZ3nFL03iH1hnykXSDKxVNhahWxrUYElc8s299grwfL0rMtY8K-glosmzQhWeYAg6wrQ/s1600/IMG_9308.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496214061258521090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvsRHaQSyxzUrGyRXtNwxA8ok4dv48qk7JEP8qxPqsmtMqLRqP2qIVxEojsAcM9JT6Q-AKOqEqZ3nFL03iH1hnykXSDKxVNhahWxrUYElc8s299grwfL0rMtY8K-glosmzQhWeYAg6wrQ/s320/IMG_9308.JPG" /></a>Kicen is a mess maker. Its not sufficient to play with 2 or 3 toys at once, he quite prefers all toys to be in the middle of the floor....at the same time. If I start cleaning up while he is in the middle of playing, he'll drop whatever had his interest for the moment and begin removing from the shelves, items I was attempting to clean up. He loves to dump bags, boxes, containers full of items and put them back in, only to dump them out again.
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3r4wQgVcpnxjB6fwXuJrPZY-GwOtHRFfIOB5K6fgUm2-rChl_FYFO5YzGcKZ5rk0tDCw6E8-XDdBFNuzGZ1W_XF1tSGjNE-Ahyphenhyphen9d0wXzx7Rg4hyphenhyphen-2ClMmDl56YYeTCBSYA8jpVvIyoSY/s1600/IMG_9270.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496214054914004466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3r4wQgVcpnxjB6fwXuJrPZY-GwOtHRFfIOB5K6fgUm2-rChl_FYFO5YzGcKZ5rk0tDCw6E8-XDdBFNuzGZ1W_XF1tSGjNE-Ahyphenhyphen9d0wXzx7Rg4hyphenhyphen-2ClMmDl56YYeTCBSYA8jpVvIyoSY/s320/IMG_9270.JPG" /></a>My son has no fear. Throwing himself over the side of a bed, head first is not something he stops to contemplate. If he wants down, whichever way is fastest and/or easiest works for him. He climbs on EVERYTHING....and when I say everything, I, LITERALLY, MEAN, EVERYTHING!! He climbs on chairs, stools, furniture, his wagon to the furniture, cases of water, painting easels, step ladders, stairs, foot rests, car seat bases, baby gates, the list goes on. If there is an obstacle in his way, my son will scale it, most of the time without hesitation.
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVrw7RORURH2JIKm8Dob6KzwGg_oWl31oJtOYFzcMo5SI4jZOQJpepobee9Z7hgjcA6JF15W7kRyxIQtcqnSnPcLNi2qDMb_4efShX9TcFp5smvcvuUR5EEOMi6SAejANb12Dzhn6hdsM/s1600/IMG_9252.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496214043247368306" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVrw7RORURH2JIKm8Dob6KzwGg_oWl31oJtOYFzcMo5SI4jZOQJpepobee9Z7hgjcA6JF15W7kRyxIQtcqnSnPcLNi2qDMb_4efShX9TcFp5smvcvuUR5EEOMi6SAejANb12Dzhn6hdsM/s320/IMG_9252.JPG" /></a>Kicen doesn't hand out kisses often, actually he's quite stingy with them, but he's a sweet little lover. He has created a ritual of rolling all over stuffed animals when he's tired, the bigger the pile, the better. He loves to snuggle with fuzzy blankets and if he can chew on an end, he is happy. He squeezes his animals and kisses on them, but its a lucky day if he plants a wet one on you!! However, its a rare occasion when he'll turn down a kiss from Sister.
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo5Yi7MYKtyTwT-mX9bcWh-GoIMkM6USGnINEi7yu-FpBKltZtSuK018F85u2VtMR4OF8LsRGl97tiR0xrryMSkCcSIytVqJfCrzikNIAQXp69Bcycofa0rrxgh05p-mQL8oMgZpAbF-g/s1600/IMG_9256.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496214033708479122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo5Yi7MYKtyTwT-mX9bcWh-GoIMkM6USGnINEi7yu-FpBKltZtSuK018F85u2VtMR4OF8LsRGl97tiR0xrryMSkCcSIytVqJfCrzikNIAQXp69Bcycofa0rrxgh05p-mQL8oMgZpAbF-g/s320/IMG_9256.JPG" /></a>Kicen loves animals, stuffed or otherwise. He gets excited when he sees our cat and just wants to squish her! Dogs don't scare him and he couldn't get enough of the elephants at the circus. He 'oos' and 'awes' over animals in books and loves to see them on TV. I've never seen him shy away from touching an animal and if there is fur involved, he'd like a handful please. For my sake, it would be nice if he had just a healthy fear of, at the very least, strange animals.
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3UtVdnZ52gl5ktUbqX7D8oK835lzeww5FtiICcMTNt-5LlFn8H7gnaFqCD5x1iltFnnysaQu5xtYSbs5HHkkWnmHkIkjR5hyphenhyphenPMa66ltNReMVpyxmXHBiit-O_IOjmIkPa0FCX166UtAU/s1600/IMG_9475.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496212797167230050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3UtVdnZ52gl5ktUbqX7D8oK835lzeww5FtiICcMTNt-5LlFn8H7gnaFqCD5x1iltFnnysaQu5xtYSbs5HHkkWnmHkIkjR5hyphenhyphenPMa66ltNReMVpyxmXHBiit-O_IOjmIkPa0FCX166UtAU/s320/IMG_9475.JPG" /></a>He is, for the most part, a very easy going little boy. He is quite easy to please, as long as he gets what he wants. ;-)
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ9rhlYRBZk2llIhPymxXG8stHZ6yYtYiYMh1nHZ2OmxPN76rhGZwxYmlfy0wPBOcpHnp6vPPxY3siTizRkGPvO3Tpiq8WKb_TrNVTxSn_b6re6XtNk2wQ2nT80OpmdAL5NGhXJSxt49Y/s1600/IMG_9390.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496212792921912866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ9rhlYRBZk2llIhPymxXG8stHZ6yYtYiYMh1nHZ2OmxPN76rhGZwxYmlfy0wPBOcpHnp6vPPxY3siTizRkGPvO3Tpiq8WKb_TrNVTxSn_b6re6XtNk2wQ2nT80OpmdAL5NGhXJSxt49Y/s320/IMG_9390.JPG" /></a>He doesn't mesh well with strangers and it takes quite a while for him to warm up to new people. He likes the comfort of Mommy, Daddy and Auma and familiar places. He likes to explore as long as he is certain you aren't leaving him. If one of us walks into the house and doesn't come right to him, he makes a point to yell at us. He does like his attention and if he's missed you, he'll let you know.
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUbojiyuReJWy58TfDA13AMlRqbeiyS9o7KKIxrjdcE3XAQMwyxBUKwsr_VnNqDnX0Za1mQWKWO33jACY-alIi8-Mat-wPedcBfsZ-u26EYwSADYQcrRoPmesiGgdnSCUI7Wy66oNeotQ/s1600/IMG_9410.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496212782062189090" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUbojiyuReJWy58TfDA13AMlRqbeiyS9o7KKIxrjdcE3XAQMwyxBUKwsr_VnNqDnX0Za1mQWKWO33jACY-alIi8-Mat-wPedcBfsZ-u26EYwSADYQcrRoPmesiGgdnSCUI7Wy66oNeotQ/s320/IMG_9410.JPG" /></a>Kicen has never really been a quiet baby, but he is after all, part Tingley!! He is constantly talking in his Kicen language. He babbles and learns new noises all the time. He really enjoys copying noises that someone else makes or hearing someone copy the noises that he makes. Its become a game that, for Kicen at least, could have no end! Its not often that Kicen is quiet. He will be that child you MUST check on when you suddenly realize you hear no noise!
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgccPo9Q-ZyiD-gSWDUMFRt-eCJrIauslKl1F0IBHRbJX5h7ft6fDP6n7LI3iVp8FOloWKs41AQk1TJ5_HqqMT6E0kizh0wjnKy9zHbIJzr_iSY5uWTmsg7GwLi_qcbxl7VgAgVmw_Qf_8/s1600/IMG_9418.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496212770575657154" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgccPo9Q-ZyiD-gSWDUMFRt-eCJrIauslKl1F0IBHRbJX5h7ft6fDP6n7LI3iVp8FOloWKs41AQk1TJ5_HqqMT6E0kizh0wjnKy9zHbIJzr_iSY5uWTmsg7GwLi_qcbxl7VgAgVmw_Qf_8/s320/IMG_9418.JPG" /></a>Kicen likes to go. He will often grab a shoe, any shoe- he doesn't discriminate, bring it to me and wave 'bye-bye'. It is common for him to grab our hands and bring us to the door either to leave or take him outside to play. He loves to be outside doing, doing, doing. I foresee exhausting days in my future!
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid1er6HA_rKgJpnK0CqMx1vaUAiTnEVzzcMXpbcFog6ASowlwEt8l83Pw36whBqxse7Kr_m6xNcXFsBb1P0k1ThZWU9483Z6MTEVof3cfeOtKKPSIKkbX_H0hL77aqSevyn0hg3TMI_zM/s1600/IMG_9314.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496212753442523074" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEid1er6HA_rKgJpnK0CqMx1vaUAiTnEVzzcMXpbcFog6ASowlwEt8l83Pw36whBqxse7Kr_m6xNcXFsBb1P0k1ThZWU9483Z6MTEVof3cfeOtKKPSIKkbX_H0hL77aqSevyn0hg3TMI_zM/s320/IMG_9314.JPG" /></a>One of Kicen's favorite things is the telephone. It is unacceptable in our house for a person to use a phone and not share with our children. Kicen loves to hear people talk on the phone and presses the phone right up to his face if you tell him to say hello. He gets really excited, tenses up and with stiff arms starts pressing all the buttons. He loves to talk to Auda on the phone. Auda has always made a certain noise to the kids, since Nakiah was born, and whenever he knows that Auda is on the phone, Kicen will make the same noise.
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibMtuW88CVJ0pKGrnU6lbibP7t3cOIzLMuEBgU_3Dn8tOoBeDCZ_KeL0iRuf5PyBgUT9NLKFru2ttAiknHA7mQ_gXN0R6aRdqD7qaPAdcsAclAOYIDrc9HASQ1fzsXtyYF4u03IfGeujg/s1600/IMG_9572.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496211913427956546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibMtuW88CVJ0pKGrnU6lbibP7t3cOIzLMuEBgU_3Dn8tOoBeDCZ_KeL0iRuf5PyBgUT9NLKFru2ttAiknHA7mQ_gXN0R6aRdqD7qaPAdcsAclAOYIDrc9HASQ1fzsXtyYF4u03IfGeujg/s320/IMG_9572.JPG" /></a>My son makes me laugh. Days don't go by that he doesn't make me laugh. He thinks he is funny and laughs at himself constantly. Sometimes I don't even know what he's laughing at. His laugh is infectious. He has a laugh like his Uncle Boog, the kind of distinctive laugh that you can hear in a crowded room, the kind of laugh that just makes you happy to hear. Hearing him laugh, especially when he's tired just makes me happy.
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgksu0k-O1DGsfeWbj0epF6dqrlGUMNcIuxXMJJ7r4spuzTyx9c5SNhdaZ7ad2nmPnupaDU1-fDcGNmMMW3-qxoGMJGgN6WXxJ9ieX8rf9TDfrttiCku_7qt84xWVHmBsONBkWXTcC88RU/s1600/IMG_9514.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496211904335196082" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgksu0k-O1DGsfeWbj0epF6dqrlGUMNcIuxXMJJ7r4spuzTyx9c5SNhdaZ7ad2nmPnupaDU1-fDcGNmMMW3-qxoGMJGgN6WXxJ9ieX8rf9TDfrttiCku_7qt84xWVHmBsONBkWXTcC88RU/s320/IMG_9514.JPG" /></a>He is proving to be a difficult child to discipline. Trying to tell him no, or not to touch something, or that something isn't safe for him, usually ends up in him repeating the act at least half a dozen times and laughing at me every time I tell him no, or to stop. He literally thinks everything is a game and is seeming to be the child that needs to find out the hard way that something isn't good for him. I think I might have my work cut out for me....
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzFVQtmFV0yMbmnUkJ6BfYdvccM7HE26O2qaIFlnyc-uyW0RJgtIepUbH5UfXHIr_Ump-B2kUxM-k7ttQprruAS6hX28Awj6CzZ-TNY0YcoWcyktSVvuAkvOzCqoZl_5iFHdeWMP2wjZQ/s1600/IMG_9522.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496211895071638130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzFVQtmFV0yMbmnUkJ6BfYdvccM7HE26O2qaIFlnyc-uyW0RJgtIepUbH5UfXHIr_Ump-B2kUxM-k7ttQprruAS6hX28Awj6CzZ-TNY0YcoWcyktSVvuAkvOzCqoZl_5iFHdeWMP2wjZQ/s320/IMG_9522.JPG" /></a>Kicen is curious, he loves to explore, he isn't afraid to taste pretty much anything, including, but not limited to; rocks, dirt, grass, paper, stickers, etc. He doesn't hesitate to try new things, he loves other kids and can't get enough of his Sister. He wants so badly to do everything that she does. He has a bit of a Momma's boy side to him (although its mostly an Auma's boy side at present) He's my class clown and my entertainer. He can be a bit reserved in unknown territory, but it isn't his nature to be quiet for long. He likes the freedom to run around and does not enjoy restrictions on his exploration. He will be my child that tests the boundaries, probably more than once.
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQMbcCsGWtDy9RWwy1A5faP8G2kvCc8qt5qI1T6V3PAQpmNI-RQdsd2jmvCTMoowvX2im22xrVtFcCNatveaPe7dEtY8v-5yiLuHMbCwlUv4_jdFtqzbGCbN9v-20NVj1kDhjFVdRNTJM/s1600/IMG_9542.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496211883442848786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQMbcCsGWtDy9RWwy1A5faP8G2kvCc8qt5qI1T6V3PAQpmNI-RQdsd2jmvCTMoowvX2im22xrVtFcCNatveaPe7dEtY8v-5yiLuHMbCwlUv4_jdFtqzbGCbN9v-20NVj1kDhjFVdRNTJM/s320/IMG_9542.JPG" /></a>He is my joy.
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</div><p align="center">I can not believe how fast the last year has gone. My sweet little baby is already growing into such an amazing little boy! I could not be any more proud of my beautiful little man. He is more than I could ever have hoped for and has far exceeded every expectation I ever dreamed up. He is special in every way and simply, the most amazing son. He truly is my gift from God. I'm blessed beyond measure to be his mother and I can not wait to see what the next year brings.</p><p align="center">Happy 1st Birthday Kicen!</p><p align="center">I love you more than words could ever explain! </p>O'Neil Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16749920905637665110noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987868703099969797.post-59069149483390385002010-07-16T21:19:00.000-07:002010-07-16T21:26:43.791-07:00Kids say the cutest things....<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWWavikwiJ4QbEWwVxhyphenhyphenFDrmnb0qJHJvyu4WFH3oqEtZAYJ0I754OAaB4ZDYoWbzp3Xg0RMoLYre9snU04VQ41oiYkdl_48EtCWzCzI0gyrTqsjqx6zqzomUy9CNm1qgdviqkrjUmlyD8/s1600/IMG_9249.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494726123819968578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWWavikwiJ4QbEWwVxhyphenhyphenFDrmnb0qJHJvyu4WFH3oqEtZAYJ0I754OAaB4ZDYoWbzp3Xg0RMoLYre9snU04VQ41oiYkdl_48EtCWzCzI0gyrTqsjqx6zqzomUy9CNm1qgdviqkrjUmlyD8/s320/IMG_9249.JPG" /></a> Today, Auma said to Nakiah "fee, fie, foe, fum....." and then started chasing Nakiah. Nakiah said it was her turn to be the 'scary monster' and said (in her loud monster voice) "<em>fee, four, five, six</em>..."</div><div align="center">Auma and I were laughing so hard I didn't think I was going to catch my breath!!
</div>O'Neil Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16749920905637665110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987868703099969797.post-7141256187488014232010-07-15T21:30:00.000-07:002010-07-15T21:31:51.992-07:00I CAN NOT BELIVE....<div align="center">....my beautiful little man</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPNXnDQD8ce6w8AJYGCQs2FDT4TuMr54f_E0HE1pTQDiwaCLduNk0dfiaA_cZYtdIEZ-4OChm2H82-KCyHGghwdp07FXWxMWvuu-lXEiYZ2Uy8ztj2NlXltpRysPwx69qzspqlkCBzrZM/s1600/IMG_9127.jpg+2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494356941741206210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPNXnDQD8ce6w8AJYGCQs2FDT4TuMr54f_E0HE1pTQDiwaCLduNk0dfiaA_cZYtdIEZ-4OChm2H82-KCyHGghwdp07FXWxMWvuu-lXEiYZ2Uy8ztj2NlXltpRysPwx69qzspqlkCBzrZM/s320/IMG_9127.jpg+2.jpg" /></a> is almost one!!!!</div>O'Neil Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16749920905637665110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987868703099969797.post-4249893695602528332010-07-15T21:25:00.001-07:002010-07-15T21:29:11.078-07:00Perry the Platypus<div align="center"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nakiah</span> watches a cartoon with Perry the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Platypus</span> on it. One day while picking up a few thing in town, she spotted (from across the store, Eagle Eyes!!) a Perry the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">Platypus</span> pajama set....in the little boys section. ;-) "I NEED this mom, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">pleeeeeese</span>"</div><div align="center">Here she is modeling her "Agent P" <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">pjs</span>.</div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWVBphEl1zLKfrVpRubopAIglwIRrucKjwZnLhCZT834aTc9KhSmkQdqQ5T5mu8HYCakx230-pkEPZMseYpWmpg5-XHPxmIX36PqZFu7apsBAgl_9NcCEzfQ19LfO9X-iUM9sU9pLn80c/s1600/IMG_9242.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494355589046876258" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWVBphEl1zLKfrVpRubopAIglwIRrucKjwZnLhCZT834aTc9KhSmkQdqQ5T5mu8HYCakx230-pkEPZMseYpWmpg5-XHPxmIX36PqZFu7apsBAgl_9NcCEzfQ19LfO9X-iUM9sU9pLn80c/s320/IMG_9242.JPG" /></a>
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</div><p align="center">She now asks to wear them almost every night.</p>O'Neil Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16749920905637665110noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6987868703099969797.post-59156940688491492392010-07-15T21:14:00.000-07:002010-07-15T21:21:56.327-07:00Craft Time<div align="center"><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nakiah</span> is really starting to love her arts and craft activities. She loves to color (if someone is coloring with her), she loves to do stickers and painting. She LOVES to use scissors and staplers and will cut and staple paper as long as you will let her. One day, while <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kicen</span> was sleeping I pulled out some ceramic paints and flowers that <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">Nakiah</span> painted all by herself for <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">Auma</span> for Mother's Day. </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIwL0v7Rehj2ikiQd2cu_J08Tyay5S05mjpXdO78vuP_WeVU9tJ2fn-q1p93QwXbvKxjFGKhdUkFRegt5n0csIr3lqHSWmq3q5nK0zorof0aCUSXZQcok6Jgtl2-4vazzYXFghGQdfDIE/s1600/IMG_8814.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494353137086975954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIwL0v7Rehj2ikiQd2cu_J08Tyay5S05mjpXdO78vuP_WeVU9tJ2fn-q1p93QwXbvKxjFGKhdUkFRegt5n0csIr3lqHSWmq3q5nK0zorof0aCUSXZQcok6Jgtl2-4vazzYXFghGQdfDIE/s320/IMG_8814.JPG" /></a> She loved doing her "work". I would ask her if she was done and she'd tell me "not yet, I very busy" or "almost, I need do a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">wittle</span> bit more".
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB4jbR4tZSsoMe9qzCadEAWGQyAyAFqJTk1p5KiHv8Cququ2diGt_uUEbfQxvh9iMYyAXjAZsa8CwOhdTkupFMK70-I2knSAfpa6rxqftrGRuRVGa61kqLzJDeYXHqPDdUPstGn4gQT5A/s1600/IMG_8817.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494353135343758114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB4jbR4tZSsoMe9qzCadEAWGQyAyAFqJTk1p5KiHv8Cququ2diGt_uUEbfQxvh9iMYyAXjAZsa8CwOhdTkupFMK70-I2knSAfpa6rxqftrGRuRVGa61kqLzJDeYXHqPDdUPstGn4gQT5A/s320/IMG_8817.JPG" /></a>Her two master pieces!!
<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO_1vYhpiS9wEkUP8l9TERPBZP0bAzuuuQ3Z9pLI6ETkH9aHpVgOy2t0R2dDmKBq8R8RvCfx538zZyPkbYpWo7iJGSPbwzKjc7NiNcjZOzaHnsLADWv4juv2WO0hZ7IrN9F_kuC_YcIqU/s1600/IMG_8830.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494353122695580754" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgO_1vYhpiS9wEkUP8l9TERPBZP0bAzuuuQ3Z9pLI6ETkH9aHpVgOy2t0R2dDmKBq8R8RvCfx538zZyPkbYpWo7iJGSPbwzKjc7NiNcjZOzaHnsLADWv4juv2WO0hZ7IrN9F_kuC_YcIqU/s320/IMG_8830.JPG" /></a>The event was not without incident, however....
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