We went up to Massachusettes to visit Nanna from Kentucky (that is her full name), Aunt Elizabeth and Uncle Tom. We had a lovely time, catching up, sleeping over and having homemade doughnuts for breakfast! Jackson hates having his picture taken...have you noticed? Usually I don't force him...but we came all that way to visit Nanna from Kentucky and it would be so nice for her to have a picture with all the kids. You can see how thrilled he was about it. He doesn't know the 'f' word yet but his friend told him that the finger means "I hate you." I think it's directed at me and Nanna from Kentucky didn't even notice...so, that makes it a nice picture.
Thursday, February 25, 2010
On the road again
We went up to Massachusettes to visit Nanna from Kentucky (that is her full name), Aunt Elizabeth and Uncle Tom. We had a lovely time, catching up, sleeping over and having homemade doughnuts for breakfast! Jackson hates having his picture taken...have you noticed? Usually I don't force him...but we came all that way to visit Nanna from Kentucky and it would be so nice for her to have a picture with all the kids. You can see how thrilled he was about it. He doesn't know the 'f' word yet but his friend told him that the finger means "I hate you." I think it's directed at me and Nanna from Kentucky didn't even notice...so, that makes it a nice picture.
snowmageddon
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Disney, the ugly
Disney, the bad
Disney, the good
Then we went to Disneyland with Nanna Carrie and Grampa Les. It was really fun and everyone had so much fun on Space Mountain...even Jackson cracked a smile.
sweetly napping
One day Cort was so tired he fell asleep on Sloane. She gently patted his head while he slept. Another day I found him asleep standing up. He was leaning his head on the couch but had passed out while on his feet- I have a video of it.
Christmas, out of order
Cort made cookies...his stirring face looks the same as his angry face.
one thing at a time
Luckily, we can (and frequently do) walk to our old favorite Stacy's coffeehouse.
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
The way things are in transition
So, a few things of interest happened since I last posted a blog. Like, we moved to the United States and stuff.
Too much to recount it all but at least I can mention a few highlights:
Sloane turned 4 and got a big red inflatable ball that you can climb inside and roll around an empty apartment after the movers have come.
I have worn the same outfit for 5.7 weeks straight, the grey boots with buckles, skinny jeans and a sweater in cardigan form or other.
We played legos.
We have played LOTS of board games. Bill has worked out every day and bikes, walks or runs to work every day since we moved here.
We got a new van even crappier than the one we had before.
Excellent time hanging out with cousins.
Invaded Mom and Bob's house for a 3 week stay and expressed our critical opinions of everything they did during that 3 week period.
Decorated 4 Christmas trees at Mom's house.
We sat on Santa's lap.
We made snow forts and snow people and snow angels and had painful and totally disappointing sugar on snow party.
Cort has not changed is simplified/shouting speech style since I last wrote: "This. Mine. Yogurt. This. Not. Loane's. Yogurt. This. Spoon. Mine. Weapon. Shoot. You. Mine weapon! I not mean guy. I nice mean guy!"
Most all of his statements include the words mine and weapon.
For now we're having fun in our little, nice place in Virginia (little is so much easier than big!).
We are catching up with friends, doing a homeschool drama class, yoga class with Ankara friends, and piano lessons. We are waiting to hear where our next location will be and wondering if Bill will get language training for that location...thinking it's most likely that he will.
We are happy and busy and astounded at the awful traffic and cost of groceries. We are obsessed with the library and all our new books and neglecting our blog/email and other computer related functions.
In a few days we're headed to Disneyland for a week's vacation. I think I'll blog again before we move again. That's all our news.
Too much to recount it all but at least I can mention a few highlights:
Sloane turned 4 and got a big red inflatable ball that you can climb inside and roll around an empty apartment after the movers have come.
I have worn the same outfit for 5.7 weeks straight, the grey boots with buckles, skinny jeans and a sweater in cardigan form or other.
We played legos.
We have played LOTS of board games. Bill has worked out every day and bikes, walks or runs to work every day since we moved here.
We got a new van even crappier than the one we had before.
Excellent time hanging out with cousins.
Invaded Mom and Bob's house for a 3 week stay and expressed our critical opinions of everything they did during that 3 week period.
Decorated 4 Christmas trees at Mom's house.
We sat on Santa's lap.
We made snow forts and snow people and snow angels and had painful and totally disappointing sugar on snow party.
Cort has not changed is simplified/shouting speech style since I last wrote: "This. Mine. Yogurt. This. Not. Loane's. Yogurt. This. Spoon. Mine. Weapon. Shoot. You. Mine weapon! I not mean guy. I nice mean guy!"
Most all of his statements include the words mine and weapon.
For now we're having fun in our little, nice place in Virginia (little is so much easier than big!).
We are catching up with friends, doing a homeschool drama class, yoga class with Ankara friends, and piano lessons. We are waiting to hear where our next location will be and wondering if Bill will get language training for that location...thinking it's most likely that he will.
We are happy and busy and astounded at the awful traffic and cost of groceries. We are obsessed with the library and all our new books and neglecting our blog/email and other computer related functions.
In a few days we're headed to Disneyland for a week's vacation. I think I'll blog again before we move again. That's all our news.
Friday, November 27, 2009
the way things are in Turkey
Today was beautiful, Bill and the kids climbed to the top of a cliff.
I chatted with the ladies in the sheep killing area.
Cort climbed into an antique bucket in the antique display section because the kid-loving Turks don't care if kids climb all over pieces of art at the museum or start swordfighting with relics...kids are allowed to do anything they want.
(which includes smoking.)
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