tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73639388461676781152024-03-13T01:14:52.966-07:00Da Kiahas Part 1Diaries of a working momkmkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09698844173119060553noreply@blogger.comBlogger344125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363938846167678115.post-9224351268641663002012-12-17T20:42:00.004-08:002012-12-17T20:42:34.076-08:00My new blog - check it outOK, this blog ran out of picture space. So please see my new blog:<br />
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http://kiahaseven.blogspot.comkmkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09698844173119060553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363938846167678115.post-47749889923796605092012-11-19T21:13:00.001-08:002012-11-19T21:13:10.916-08:00Bye Bye big screens and entertainment centerWho needs a big old tv screen and a big ol entertainment center anymore? Who invented those things anyway? They just take up space in the living room. Ok, I have a story about who built the first tv, but I will save that for another day.<br />
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How about a bunkbed and an ipad? Way cozier to watch from your pillow anyway. You can adjust the ipad to hang from whichever pole you'd like. And there's always room for one more.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Family time, I mean Backyardigan time! Somehow Keanu always gets to watch his favorite show. I think because we all like to hear him say that he's "Plablo".</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Baby loves to grab on to the bunkbed and try out his new razor sharp teeth against some metal (ouch, that's worse than fingernails on the blackboard).</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Superman and his superbaby. One day I'm sure they will both be wearing capes and flying all over the furniture. As it stands, the big Superman gets to fly around and baby just laughs and laughs.</td></tr>
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<br />kmkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09698844173119060553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363938846167678115.post-76831104761037040292012-11-18T13:07:00.002-08:002012-11-18T13:07:47.905-08:00Baby's words: "Ca...."I don't think it's officially his <span style="font-size: x-large;">first word,</span> but Koa says <i>Ca...</i> to the cat now. He is very intrigued with her and always wants to grab her fur. Lucky for Kona she's a <span style="font-size: x-large;">manx</span>, or else there'd be tail in Koa's mouth all the time. <br />
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Koa turned <span style="font-size: x-large;">8 months</span> old in the middle of a very sick household. Crossing my fingers as I type this, but Koa is the only one who didn't get sick. Robb and I got a terrible Strep throat (I vow to NEVER get it again in my life!) and after one week I am still recovering. From natural home remedies of apple cider vinegar, to antibiotics that gave me hives, to Zpak, we are slowly making a return to normal life. Hopefully just in time for Robb's bday celebration next week, and his mom's visit and Thanksgiving, our household will return to it's <span style="font-size: x-large;">vibrant</span>, happy self.<br />
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Koa, I will get some pictures soon of you trying to crawl. So far that is your 8-month milestone - the strong desire to crawl, accompanied by the frustration of not knowing what to do about it except push ups.<br />
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<br />kmkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09698844173119060553noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363938846167678115.post-63762268899473840752012-11-10T20:48:00.001-08:002012-11-10T20:48:17.026-08:00From my past, for our futureI grew up in a beautiful home with a nice front porch at the top of <span style="font-size: x-large;">33 stairs</span>. As long as I can remember, we had this <span style="font-size: x-large;">black cast iron table</span> and 4 chairs. My parents often spent their cocktail hour at that table, in the evening light. I remember hot evenings where my older sisters and parents would sit there, talking way into the night, crickets chirping below. <br />
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Occasionally we would bring our dinner out to that table. I remember that because I was in charge of setting and clearing the table, and it was further to go with dishes. Since we had 6 in our family, not all of us could fit around it in those 4 chairs, but me and my twin would <span style="font-size: x-large;">squish</span> side by side into one, and an older sister might sit on the steps next to the table. <br />
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On special occasions my <span style="font-size: x-large;">grandmother</span>, who was older than 80 when I remembered her, would<span style="font-size: x-large;"> brave</span> the giant ascent, with cane in hand, and two people supporting her weight. When she reached the top, the first thing she did was plop into one of these inviting chairs, and catch her breath. That is when the orange cat usually tried to jump into her lap.<br />
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I honestly don't know how long my parents had this old set, or where they got it, but all I know for sure is we have had it for a good 8 years or longer ourselves. They have moved a few times around the neighborhoods of San Luis Obispo. Never have we thought of ditching them, because they are just so classic and so useful.<br />
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Recently I have realized how <span style="font-size: x-large;">perfect</span> the chairs are for a little boy who is not walking or crawling yet, but loves to be outside, and loves to hang on to things. And they are also perfect for all kinds of <span style="font-size: x-large;">messes</span> - food spills? paint spills? bubbles tipped over? No problem!<br />
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Thanks to these wonderful pieces of my family, and my kids are making memories with them too!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Sitting here on the chairs with Koa. I love how deep they are, so he cannot really lean forward and tip off, the way he does inside the house. Kona, the cat is very excited to finally get some human attention. The only problem for me is that when I'm sitting between a KOA and a KONA, I get their names mixed up!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I love this picture of Koa because it shows 2 things about him at this age that are very fleeting. First, note the hands. He is doing is <i>flapping his wings</i> gesture, meaning he wants to be picked up. Second, look at his little lip. That is the ultimate sign that upper teeth have just broken through the gums and he's trying to figure out what on earth they are!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And I quick snapped this one today. This is a classic example of what happens when Kawai is home. Since she's our oldest, and now practically a "tween", she is gone a lot. From sleepovers, to girl scouts, to whatever, she is not home all that much. And she is so much fun! Here she has instigated a science experiment for her sibs, and they all put on their safety glasses (gotta love those goggles for the pool). Not sure what was created but I see milk, salt and other stuff in there.</td></tr>
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<br />kmkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09698844173119060553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363938846167678115.post-31163886752878489402012-11-02T18:52:00.000-07:002012-11-02T20:59:39.360-07:00Our Halloween<span style="font-size: x-large;">Halloween</span> left just about as quickly as it came. I realized if I don't get pictures up now, I won't ever remember what people dressed up as this year. It was one of those years where I really felt that we shouldn't have to spend money just to dress up. I remember my parents' rule: go to the attic, open the red wooden trunk and find a costume. It was always so fun. We'd trade off each year who got to wear the green witch mask, or the red devil mask with trident. So that is what my kids did. Except we don't have an attic or a trunk. But they went into the toy room, opened the tupperware, and picked an outfit. The <span style="font-size: x-large;">witch dress</span> Alani picked out made me smile. We did buy that about 5 years ago at the thrift shop, and I think it has been used all 5 years. Definitely got it's money's worth.<br />
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And the funniest thing was that Keanu, the 3 year old, picked out a<span style="font-size: x-large;"> pirate</span> costume, which I made for Kawai only about 2 years ago. I didn't want to tell him it was too big, because he seems completely fine with it. As long as he was happy, that's all I cared about. So, here is how it all ended up.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">First off, here's a shot from Halloween 2010. Recognize any costume?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Here's everybody waiting for Kawai to get home so we can get started on trick or treating!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Yay finally Kawai and Isabella showed up. Ready or not, here we come!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Check out this pirate. He's got the big costume I made for Kawai when she was 7 or 8. But he's got an earring,. Awesome!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mana is wearing a poodle-skirt and vampire teeth. Any guesses? Yup, she's a 50s vampire.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">And Alani, my beautiful witch. This costume rocks.</td></tr>
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<br />kmkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09698844173119060553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363938846167678115.post-28544534256099289392012-10-28T17:41:00.001-07:002012-10-28T17:41:15.999-07:00Pumpkins, pirates, vampires, and earthquakesIt's fun to see the <span style="font-size: x-large;">Halloween</span> spirit hit our house. I feel those excited feelings that I once had as a kid. The anticipation of those few hours where the entire city, or country for that matter, all mingle in a way we would never otherwise do on a regular day. It's actually kind of funny to think about how easy it is to talk to strangers when they are dressed in costumes. And how strange it is that we go knocking on strangers doors asking for them to give us stuff for free! One day, I bet, this won't even be the norm. Or the feelings when the winds pick up, swirling the leaves everywhere, and joy just hits you for no apparent reason.<div>
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I promised the kids we'd <span style="font-size: x-large;">decorate</span> really nice this year, because last Halloween we were preparing for a move to our new place and had no time or energy to deal with it. It was so cute to watch them working together to set up the fake grave stones and skeletons and other dollar store goodies (I know, they won't last until next year). In fact, the day after we set up the 4 grave stones on our lawn, we woke up to find only 2 left. Neighbors kindly returned them to us over the next few days, thanks to those October winds.</div>
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And it wouldn't be October without an <span style="font-size: x-large;">earthquake,</span> right? The 5.3 quake that hit last weekend sure woke me up. The rattling of the bunkbeds set my heart racing, as I thought back to the many many earthquakes I survived as a child living between both the San Andreas and Hayward Faults in Berkeley. My husband, and children, unaware of the quake, slept on and on, while I sat up, almost paralyzed, trying to figure out how to get 2 of my children down off their bunbkeds in case a larger quake was about to hit.</div>
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October gets really busy and yesterday I realized if we didn't hit the pumpkin patch, we might just never even find time. Robb was working, so I braved the <span style="font-size: x-large;">Avila Valley Barn</span>, with about 2,000 other souls in the 85 degree heat. Sorry to Koa, I didn't take all those cherished "my baby's first halloween" pictures. I get sort of claustrophobic around crowds, and without another adult to help with the pictures, I just knew they wouldn't happen. I was able to snap a few shots of the kids in the "photo sets" they have placed about the farm. Unfortunately we were there early enough that the kids were all blinded as I made them smile at the camera. Sorry about that, guys! But at least we have a few shots for the memory book. Well, er, I mean, this blog.</div>
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I'll get pictures of the crew in their costumes on Wednesday. And once Wednesday comes, we can prepare for the holidays! Yippie!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The corn maze was really fun, but since Anu was leading the way, we never quite made it to the exit. We seem to be better at going in and out of the same door in these things.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I forgot I had kept Anu's pumkin costume when we was one. So we were going to put Koa in a panda bear costume from my co-worker. But at the last minute this pumpkin outfit appeared out of the tupperware, and I had to put Koa in it. At 7 months he fits it just fine.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The shadows are actually pretty cool in this picture, but sorry to the kids for getting blinded in this one also.</td></tr>
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kmkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09698844173119060553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363938846167678115.post-48487947544148030262012-10-28T17:08:00.002-07:002012-10-28T17:08:40.788-07:00Hula in October!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
<tr><td style="text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: start;">Red Dirt Coffee House, one of our favorite Hawaiian hang-out spots, puts on an annual hula festival in October in the Village at Arroyo Grande. My girls got to perform some hula, both auana and kahiko, and Robb's band, Na Hoa Aloha, played music. Other hula groups came to the area to perform as well. <br /><br /> .</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7S2r58dchrpS45wzw_g0-lnWn69vuCe8ht-REdTzNRzSCSPvHYFhpD9kYVLcj8wGX9vfKK31Tl0SzRcUGsoYkVmtOir-gBdINk8dUV0N1p6LYLLfYcGvEqR4ldzgEzTYoLcx5TGASErc/s1600/DSCN5196.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="291" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7S2r58dchrpS45wzw_g0-lnWn69vuCe8ht-REdTzNRzSCSPvHYFhpD9kYVLcj8wGX9vfKK31Tl0SzRcUGsoYkVmtOir-gBdINk8dUV0N1p6LYLLfYcGvEqR4ldzgEzTYoLcx5TGASErc/s320/DSCN5196.JPG" width="320" /></a></td></tr>
<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My kids love hanging out with Chelsea - an awesome volleyball player from Hawaii who plays on the CalPoly team. She is the role model for my girls.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Koa hanging with Cindy, one of our favorite people - the wife of Ric, a bandmember in Na Hoa Aloha</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Robb catching a delicious bite before he performs</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The keiki almost ready to perform some kahiko chants and hula</td></tr>
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<br />kmkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09698844173119060553noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363938846167678115.post-89091741902097322532012-10-26T13:32:00.001-07:002012-10-26T20:40:06.842-07:00When driving, pretend you are in the Islands <span style="font-size: x-large;">Road rage</span> isn’t a topic I would have expected to be
explaining to my kids yesterday on the way to school. My 3 girls love our little drive to school
every morning, because they get to ride in the Volvo. Otherwise, they are accustomed to riding in
our 2000 minivan, with all the normal comforts of this century.<br />
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So, why would kids be anxious to ride in a <span style="font-size: large;">1985 volvo</span>, no
shocks, no electric windows, no stereo, no a/c?
It’s because the oldest gets to sit in the front seat and the other 2 sit
right by the window that they can actually roll down by hand. You may be wondering why my 10 year old gets
to ride in the front seat, when the car holds 5 passengers. Well, the weird thing about this “ultra safe
car” – built with steel exterior straps or something like that – is that there
are no headrests in the rear seat. Not sure what a Scandinavian car maker was thinking,
except that it allows the rear seat to nicely fold down to make a larger wagon
cargo area. Kawai’s head is way taller than that back
seat, and by California law she is supposed to sit there for 2 more years. But since the car doesn’t have air bags, I
figure she’s actually safer riding up front in case of whip lash. And the fact that she is almost my height
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So we were on our way to school, and I had chosen the
freeway route, which is never very busy and is quite leisurely. As I signal to exit at our off-ramp, a newish-looking
SUV behind me is also pulling off, and apparently wants to go twice my speed,
even though the off-ramp has a sharp 20 mph turn. I feel panic set in as I see in my rear-view
mirror that he actually wants to pass me on the off-ramp but it’s only one
lane. The mother bear inside of me is quickly unleashed, and I think, "how dare you try to run over my cubs". My <span style="font-size: x-large;">adrenaline</span> rises quicker than I
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Luckily that didn't really get me into trouble, as he quickly made a left turn on the street, just as I made a right.<br />
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I mumbled some sort of thing about crazy drivers making me give them the finger, and then my darling, innocent 7 year old asks, “what does that
mean, mom?”</div>
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“It means I’m mad at him, he wanted to run us over, in fact,
he almost did.”</div>
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“Oh….are you supposed to give them the finger?”</div>
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“No”</div>
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“Does Dad do that?”</div>
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“No!”</div>
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That got me wondering, why am I the one who is quick to <span style="font-size: x-large;">honk
my horn</span> in traffic, or wave the bird, but my honey never seems to do that sort
of thing.</div>
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Then it all clicked into place. He is from the <span style="font-size: x-large;">aloha state</span>, where road rage
does not yet exist. I am from the <span style="font-size: x-large;">bay
area</span>, where road rage and many other things have existed long before I was born
there. I probably learned to flip a driver off from my 9<sup>th</sup>
grade Driver’s ed teacher at Berkeley High School.</div>
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So, when I first moved to Hawaii, I was in disbelief at how
nice the drivers were. We didn't even live on <span style="font-size: x-large;">Moloka’i</span> where there is only one stop sign to have to obey. We lived
in Honolulu where there is plenty of gridlock, one-way streets, streets that
turn one-way at different times of the day, 45 minute commutes to go 8 miles.
Yet the drivers are as polite as could be. If you want to cut in, you make your
friendly <span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>shaka</i> </span>and the driver behind smiles and slows down just for you. If you missed your turn and want to quick get
back into your lane, no problem, the drivers will wave you on with a <i>shaka</i>.</div>
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Amazing how quickly you can adjust to <i><span style="font-size: x-large;">aloha-style driving</span></i>. And then after I had been acclimated to this
for about 2 years, we moved to the mainland.
I didn’t even get 8 miles into the state of <span style="font-size: x-large;">Utah </span>before my road rage was
reentering my system. How unfriendly
those drivers were. They speed past you, tailgate, cut you off, don’t let you
merge, never with any friendly waves or smiles.
I was in such culture shock, that my first item of business was going to
be a letter to the editor asking all Utahns to drive with aloha.</div>
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But after a few weeks of living in Utah, I forgot that aloha
driving even existed. You would never
ever know that unless you experienced it first-hand. The <span style="font-size: x-large;"><i>keiki </i>of Hawaii</span> have
probably never even heard the word <i>road rage </i>and I hope it stays that way
forever.</div>
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So next time I feel my adrenaline rise to almost
overflowing, because some vehicle infringes on my space, or doesn't act in accordance with my preferred driving style, I am going to try to pretend I am in Hawaii and see what
happens. And if we all did that, could we truly eliminate <span style="font-size: x-large;">mainland roadrage?</span></div>
kmkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09698844173119060553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363938846167678115.post-26014433728028944912012-10-20T08:02:00.001-07:002012-10-20T08:02:39.993-07:00Navigational challenges of a momAs a mom, it's kind of <span style="font-size: large;">embarrassing</span> when your husband knows how to do "mom" things better than you. While I have a good explanation for being less of a mom than he is (I work full time, he works part-time and gets to be with the kids for more hours each day), my ego is still noticing and counting my faults and screw-ups. Take for example yesterday. I had a day off, thanks to the State furlough program. So while dad was still at work, I got to take the kids to school. <div>
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After dropping the 3 girls off, I told the little boys in the van, "Let's go to the bank real fast and deposit some money, and then we can go home and ride bikes."<div>
"Where is the office?" asks my 3 year old? </div>
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"Oh we're not going to my office today, we're going to the bank," I reply sweetly. "It's just right up the road. It'll be really fast, and then we can go home."</div>
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So I <span style="font-size: large;">patiently</span> wait to make a left-turn onto a busy street, and then pull into a narrow lane which leads into a shopping mall. I squeeze into a tight parking stall (aren't all parking stalls tight if you are in a mini-van?). I look up at the ATM and realize that is not even my bank. That was the bank we went to up until about 3 years ago. Silly me! Glad my husband wasn't with us, he'd be laughing so hard at me right now.</div>
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"Oops," I tell the boys. That's not our bank. I know where our bank is. We just have to drive downtown."</div>
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I turn out of the shopping mall onto another narrow street. We cruise a mile or so into the downtown. Here is where it gets a little tricky for me. I know the downtown of SLO is only like 4 or 6 square blocks, but why do all the streets look the same to me? I should know which street my bank is on, I mean, come on, I've been there hundreds of times.</div>
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So I squint up at the street sign, as I'm<span style="font-size: large;"> blinded</span> by the low fall sun that is always in my eyes. "Oh, I'm on Chorro, cool. I just keep on going and I'll see the bank soon."</div>
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Thinking a little more, though, I realize, no it's not on Chorro, it's on Broad. So I turn down Monterey, change lanes, make another left, and am proud of myself. I can do this no problem. </div>
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Only the problem now is that where I have <span style="font-size: large;">imagined</span> my bank is, is actually another branch of the bank I was just at - our old bank. This time I don't let the boys know my little mistake. I decide maybe my bank is up on Chorro as I was originally thinking. </div>
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Another quick left turn, then a right, and I'm back on Chorro. Voila! I see the bank! Yay for small victories.</div>
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Good thing the boys are only 3 years old and 7 months old, or they would have been <span style="font-size: large;">laughing</span> at me by then.</div>
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So after a quick ATM deposit, I make my way home with the boys. Daddy is also just arriving home from work as we pull up. He's probably <span style="font-size: large;">wondering</span> why I am getting home at 9:15 when school starts at 8:30 and we only live 8 minutes away. Of course he must think I spent a little time chatting with moms or letting the kids play at the playground. I didn't let him in on my little navigational challenges. I'll just let him assume I actually know where I am going in our town.</div>
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kmkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09698844173119060553noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363938846167678115.post-58756938974860184402012-10-16T20:30:00.003-07:002012-10-16T20:30:45.492-07:00Portrait Session at Sycamore<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Check out Kawai's cross-eyes!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Amazing nobody fell off the log (I was perched just below Koa, holding onto his foot)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My 5 sweetie pies from Heaven</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Number 1 and Number 4 - aren't they sweet?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kawai and her mini-me</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Frame-girl in front of the labyrinth</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Koa, where are you going in that suitcase?</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My 2 sweetie-pies</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mana got her own little session</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She chose the center of the labyrinth, very fitting indeed</td></tr>
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<br />kmkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09698844173119060553noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363938846167678115.post-52536342548737778672012-10-07T19:03:00.001-07:002012-10-07T19:03:59.901-07:00Star Farms - Central Coast Kama'aina Pa'ina<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
This year the Central Coast Kama'aina labor day Pa'ina was held in October. The weather was way cooler than it has been on Labor Day (80s vs. 100s) so that was really nice. The lake was still really refreshing. However, there were way less people there this year, so it was a smaller gathering. Still had ono food and good music, and the kids didn't have to fight for the kayaks and the trampoline as much. They all had a blast.</div>
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<br />kmkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09698844173119060553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363938846167678115.post-20882195805410788742012-09-30T20:50:00.001-07:002012-09-30T20:50:31.350-07:00MorMor's Visit<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<br />kmkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09698844173119060553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363938846167678115.post-74765378162491476332012-09-30T20:35:00.003-07:002012-09-30T20:35:47.388-07:00Respectful times two, deja vuWhen we got the call from Pacheco elementary Thursday night that both Kawai and Mana were getting awards at the award assembly, I had to laugh. Last year they both got awards at the 1st assembly of the year. It was serious deja vu. So I was able to take some time off work to go to the 9:45 one and see Kawai and Robb got to go see both (he had gotten sent home from work that day - when UPS is overstaffed in robots, they get to choose who goes home). <br />
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I laughed even harder when they announced what the virtue of the month was: <span style="font-size: large;">Respect</span>. That is exactly what they both got last year. Different teachers all around however.<br />
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By the way, we are still so happy with the school they are attending, Pacheco Elementary. They love their teachers so much and also they are doing so many fun things as well as learning. Kawai said the other day (as she listened to me practicing Spanish from a CD) "I don't remember how I learned Spanish". Silly girl, she's been learning it since Kindergarten, but it's just immersion, so you don't really have to try, the way us adults have to. It's kind of embarassing doing the lessons in front of her, but after I drop her off at school, and continue the CD on my way to work, I miss having her there next to me in the car, because she corrects me along the way.<br />
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<br />kmkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09698844173119060553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363938846167678115.post-38994005777372936422012-09-26T16:26:00.001-07:002012-09-26T16:26:36.042-07:00Saturday surpriseSaturday morning it was hard to get up. Not because I was necessarily that tired, or that I wasn't looking forward to my weekend. It was because there were a lot of things we had to do that day, and I was too hungry to think about making breakfast. Not that I usually make breakfast on the weekends, anyway, since Robb is our head chef. But I feel guilty that he does all the cooking, so when I am home on a lazy Saturday morning, I feel like I SHOULD be the one making breakfast.<br />
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So we lounged around in bed, my hubby and the 4 kids that were home. We were just enjoying not having to be anywhere immediately, and noticing we had over an hour before we had to pick up our oldest from a little campout with her Girl Scout Troop.<br />
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I finally decided not to dilly dally any longer, and got up, hastily inquiring of the kids if they wanted eggs and sausage and rice or were they just ok with cereal. I would feel guilty if they said cereal, knowing that that's what they eat every morning during the week. I honestly don't even remember what they said, because my stomach was busy talking to me very loudly and next thing I know, I am telling my husband "I want to eat at Margie's Diner". Since money's tight, I wasn't really implying that we should all go out and eat at our favorite breakfast joint, but the thought of those potatoes and veggie omelet made me say it aloud.<br />
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Before I had the chance to even leave the bedroom to investigate how dirty the kitchen counter was, Robb tells me that I am going out to eat at Margie's Diner with my friend. "What?" I look at him quizzically, as he finishes up a text to my friend and neighbor. "She'll be ready in 5 minutes, she's driving". <br />
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It's not my birthday today, it's not even mother's day. How do I deserve to skip out on feeding the family and go enjoy a delicious meal?<br />
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My friend and I speed off, she leaving 4 kids at home as well, and her other was also at the Girl Scout campout with Kawai. I tried not to harbor any guilt as I thought about what I was leaving behind. The baby was getting cranky, meaning time for him to fall back asleep, so how was he going to manage cooking breakfast while getting the baby down, and our oldest helper being gone from the house (darn those campouts! They interfere with child labor!)<br />
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I returned from my delicious meal to an empty house, and checked in with the family who were no where to be seen. After cooking a good breakfast for the kids while the baby sat patiently in the high chair, Robb had picked up the 2 girls from the campout and headed straight for our church where we were signed up to clean the chapel before sunday services. Somehow he managed to do his part and then some, getting the cleaning done along with the other families that were helping.<br />
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They arrived home after I had folded a pile of laundry. The first words out of my little 3 year old's mouth were "Mom, it was awesomes! We got to wipe the floor".<br />
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All I can say is, thank you honey, you are the greatest. What would I do without you? I have no idea! What would you do without me? Apparently a lot!kmkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09698844173119060553noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363938846167678115.post-84079113978543932802012-09-22T14:22:00.003-07:002012-09-22T14:22:46.629-07:00BrothersOne is 3, one is 6 months. They love each other so much. We love our 2 guys!!!!<br />
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<br />kmkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09698844173119060553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363938846167678115.post-57854876648530202382012-09-22T14:14:00.001-07:002012-09-22T14:14:05.114-07:00Our big guy turned 3<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Our big dude is 3 now. He has been waiting a long time for a spiderman mask and glove. And he was extra excited to get some good avengers toys from dad. We found out later that he threw the glove away because it was too big for him. It made cool spiderman sounds and stuff. Silly guy!!!! We love you anyway, Anu boy. He turned 3 and potty-trained just in time for the beginning of the school year and to start up at the Tiny Tiger preschool. Yee-haw!!</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Anu wearing the "new birthday hat" for the birthday child. The fringe looked like his hair in a certain angle, it was hilarious. He made his sisters sing the spiderman theme song for him. </td></tr>
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<br />kmkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09698844173119060553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363938846167678115.post-34905003649617935312012-08-24T22:10:00.001-07:002012-08-24T22:10:53.824-07:00A little guy We love our little guy Keanu. He's such a hoot. He's a good caretaker of his little brother Koa too.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Koa is an ergo baby. Too heavy for the Bjorn, which was always my preference when they are little. At least he seems pretty happy in this one, I just wish they could be front facing in it like the Bjorn.</td></tr>
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<br />kmkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09698844173119060553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363938846167678115.post-54601761728866143442012-08-24T21:38:00.002-07:002012-08-24T22:44:10.028-07:00One minute late<span style="font-size: large;">There's</span> nothing like watching your hubby wake up late to make you appreciate your job. My job is not a punch-in time card type of job, and although we all have our start times, and we do swipe into the office with computer fobs (keeping you aware that management can track your ins and outs anytime they choose), I am <span style="font-size: large;">grateful</span>. For example this morning I was waking up to feed my sweet chubby Koa baby, and the clock read 5:45. Ahhh, I thought, my alarm won't go off for 30 more minutes, this is great. And then I heard the snore, not from one of the 3 children that usually sleep in our room, but from a larger, older sounding person. That was when I realized my hubby was fast asleep in the bed, and his start time was 6 am this morning. Oops, I should have woken him up at 4:30 when I last looked at the clock. Funny thing is, that is a later start time for UPS. Usually his start times vary from the 4 am to 5:30 range. <br />
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Another reason to<span style="font-size: large;"> love my job</span>. My start time is the same every day. His varies constantly. Monday it might be 5:30. Then Tuesday it could be 5:35. Then Wednesday it might be 5:20. How on earth does he remember these things!<br />
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So I remembered that last night he did set his alarm to give him enough time to get to work without being tardy, but here he was fast asleep 15 minutes before the bell. Alarm must have gotten turned off. So, realizing the seriousness of the situation, I jumped out of bed, shook him rather madly , not sure if I should calmly, or alarmingly wake him up. His eyes cracked just enough to realize it was morning and I delivered the bad news: "Honey it's 5:45". That was all that was said before panic set in. He checked his trusty Ipod alarm, discovering the problem. The ringer was set to vibrate instead of set on high.<br />
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Then I had the luxury of climbing back in bed with my chubby koala bear, and listening to the sounds of an accelerated plan. I was amazed how fast he could get his clean work clothes from the garage (easier to just keep his work clothes in the garage, because they get washed constantly, and they don't need nice folding jobs), use the bathroom, get on work boots, find the keys, cell phone off the charger, grab whatever snacks for work he needs to keep him going for 4 hours of top speed truck-loading work. <br />
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Within minutes I saw the dining room lights flash off, and heard the door quietly slam. I honestly don't know how he can do things that fast yet that calm. And big bummer for him...this whole week the cul-de-sac and surrounding street that we live on got torn up and re-layered with a nice black a/c overlay. The only problem is that there is nowhere to park in our entire complex with 2 full cul-de-sacs displaced for a week. Cars were parked in all kinds of red zones, making it like a silent traffic jam when you are trying to get out of the complex. Luckily for us, some very nice neighbors up the hill who aren't yet impacted by the new pavement job, allowed us to park <i>Happy</i> (the volvo) and <i>Optimus Prime</i> (the green van) in their driveways for the week. So, my speeding hubby had to bolt his way up the drying road, slip through the baracades in the dark, and run at top speed up the hill, bag and water in tow, to the van, and get that car in gear as fast as he could. Luckily the streets of SLO are pretty quiet before about 7:30 am, and he doesn't encounter much traffic. But speeding isn't a good idea when there is low traffic, because the cops are much more likely to pop out and surprise you. It's about a ten-minute drive to the UPS center, and when you are the last one to arrive, there is no parking within sight of the entrance. So he had to find a spot far down the road and then sprint to the warehouse, making sure all his gear was grabbed in the rush. He zips inside, runs to one of the computer stations, logs in, types in the employee ID and password, hits enter, and then clicks "Punch In". All that effort, with such precision, and what does the computer read? <b><span style="font-size: large;">6:01</span>. </b><span style="font-size: large;">Late</span>. <br />
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What's the big deal about being one minute late, you might wonder. Well, you can only be late 3 times in a year or you suffer a consequence. I think he deserves a medal for going from dreamtime to becoming part of the UPS machine, in 16 minutes.kmkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09698844173119060553noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363938846167678115.post-86909440845064964012012-08-12T15:22:00.000-07:002012-08-19T18:37:48.773-07:00Hauoli La Hanau e Kawailani We got to host our first pool party at our complex. Kawai's parties have always been held at the beach because August is always beach weather. But this time we thought it would be fun for Kawai to have her friends to the pool. boy did we pick at hot day, mid to high 80s probably. But the girls seemed to have a blast swimming in the cool pool and making bracelets. It was definitely an all-girl party. The only boys were her brothers, both of whom crashed out as soon as the party started, so we didn't have to worry about them at all!<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Good ol Costco cake! I love that they offer the lei pattern as a seasonal design. And a cake that feeds 40 for only $18.00 is hard to beat. Quite a few of the girls actually asked me if I made it! Haha, they don't know me well. I only bake a few things: cookies, brownies, and banana bread.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kawai was so happy to get some awesome presents from her wonderful friends. She got awesome things like a foil bead maker, a beach towel, a girl scout set that she had been eyeing, and some other awesome things.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">They looked like they were having a lot of fun. The pool games they play are way cooler than the things I remember playing as a kid.</td></tr>
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<br />kmkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09698844173119060553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363938846167678115.post-72953986618079214752012-08-09T19:27:00.002-07:002012-08-09T19:27:31.582-07:00Who is who?<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Robb with his dad, Robert K. Howard Jr.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Robb with Koa</td></tr>
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<br />kmkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09698844173119060553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363938846167678115.post-8504189722002069972012-08-09T16:47:00.001-07:002012-08-09T16:47:14.649-07:00Happy Birthdays and Koa's Stats at 4 monthsI've always loved August. Since I'm born in August, that makes sense. But actually, my entire year begins with August. My mental picture of a calendar is a circle, sort of like a roller coaster, and I am in the coaster pointed downward. August is at the top, and then as the year progresses, we roll downwards to January and then we climb back up to August. I know Kawai shares my love of August since she's born 2 days after me. And when Anu is a little older, he will realize the significance of it too, since he was born at the end of the month.<div>
So, Koa was 4.5 months old when he got his Dr. checkup this week. We though he was getting close to maybe 18 lbs by now, and I was extra surprised to find out he's 19 lbs 7 ounces. I looked at my records for the other 4 kids at 4 months, and until Koa, my heaviest was Anu at 17 lbs. So Koa, you got Anu beat by 2 pounds so far.<br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My Birthday pic with my cutie pies</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Trying to make a totem pole of my kids...but it makes the one in back so tiny and the one in front so huge!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Okay, putting all the kids in one chair to make their heads more similar, but Kawai always looks the tiniest, sorry Kawai!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Trip to Ragged Point - end of summer staycation</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Instagramming on the San Simeon Pier</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Reminiscent of a photo of Robb with his Dad as a baby - gotta dig that one up to compare</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">My 2 sweetie pie guys at Ragged Point</td></tr>
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<br /></div>kmkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09698844173119060553noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363938846167678115.post-72683996569723689312012-07-17T18:41:00.001-07:002012-07-17T18:41:24.039-07:00Happy 4 Months KoKo!Koa is 4 months old today! Wow that went fast. He's such an adorable addition to our household. All the kids adore him and are great at keeping him laughing and entertained. He still loves being bounced on the exercise ball. He loves chewing on everything and loves to be outside. His eyes get huge when he sees new things. <br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This was his first time holding the book.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">These are his "big eyes" when he is excited about something new.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Koa got a surprise today. Wendi Bennett made him this quilt! It is absolutely amazing. What a great 4 month present for our Koa!</td></tr>
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<br />kmkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09698844173119060553noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363938846167678115.post-67592062462058063542012-07-15T15:09:00.002-07:002012-07-15T15:30:53.363-07:00How to get a chubby baby out of the Bumbo chair<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Step 1: go to the baby</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Step 2: lift the baby up</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Step 3: keep on lifting</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Step 4: oops maybe this isn't working</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Step 5: put baby down and try again</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Step 6: pry one leg out of the bumbo</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Step 7: pry the other leg out of the bumbo</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Step 8: gently lift baby up</td></tr>
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Congratulations, you did it!kmkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09698844173119060553noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363938846167678115.post-48489822292410294582012-07-15T14:17:00.002-07:002012-07-15T14:17:39.859-07:00A visit to Morro Bay<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The kids helped me make a Kokopelli out of sand - he usually is found on rock, but we did it with shells and rocks.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Alani enjoyed seeing Lance and Haley on their canoe in the bay - the passed right by us when we were eating at Giovanni's</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Koa's first time looking at the otters in the bay</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Mana's excited because she has ballet class later on - she won a scholarship from school to attend Ballet</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Darin and Jett - our cousins who were visiting from LA</td></tr>
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<br />kmkhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09698844173119060553noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7363938846167678115.post-12835544017649251052012-07-15T14:00:00.001-07:002012-07-15T14:00:14.606-07:00June happenings<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Koa our sweet guy</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Love those thighs!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Aunt Cynthia came for a visit on Father's Day</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eating Father's Day icecream treats on the lawn...does it look like Koa can sit up? Don't be fooled, he's in the bumbo chair.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Daddy and his boys on Father's Day<br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Daddy and his flock on Father's Day<br /></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Two boys on a couch - one eating Ritz crackers and the other one wishing he could</td></tr>
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