tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4068271032814494022024-03-13T04:05:53.572-07:00esham episodeseshamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09580305576919184801noreply@blogger.comBlogger80125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406827103281449402.post-44990106809939331802011-08-25T07:05:00.001-07:002011-08-25T07:10:04.449-07:001st Day of School<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VwojMLBgOmI/TlZXRZghssI/AAAAAAAAAYY/bGeZ2yqe4pQ/s1600/IMG_3290.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VwojMLBgOmI/TlZXRZghssI/AAAAAAAAAYY/bGeZ2yqe4pQ/s400/IMG_3290.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644795139372200642" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: courier new;">All my boys went to school for their respective first days yesterday. There were very few tears--even from Philip, who has rejoined the ranks of junior high. Interestingly enough, they were all dressed in royal blue. A handsome bunch, I'd say. </span>
<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YudTUaRT6Y0/TlZXRD0JrJI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/XY3WM1b1eNM/s1600/IMG_3282.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YudTUaRT6Y0/TlZXRD0JrJI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/XY3WM1b1eNM/s400/IMG_3282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644795133548932242" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: courier new;">Classic papa-son pose.
<br />Below is the path we walk to school. It begins almost directly across from our house!
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<br />eshamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09580305576919184801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406827103281449402.post-54501277334649162522011-08-08T22:24:00.001-07:002011-08-08T22:34:44.733-07:00One Year Old!
<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ywk23ardl2g/TkDE90dLQfI/AAAAAAAAAXw/XteXAV8HVg8/s1600/IMG_3161.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ywk23ardl2g/TkDE90dLQfI/AAAAAAAAAXw/XteXAV8HVg8/s400/IMG_3161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638723299799941618" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:courier new;">It's official: Seba turned one today. We celebrated with some friends in our new place. Yay! Many loud shouts in all directions. Except for Seba, from whom there was no shouting. No crying either, apart from when he bonked his head on the wall. Other than that, totally cool with many people and lots of attention.</span>
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<br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">You can see it in their eyes: 7 year olds are a special breed. Just enough sense to recognize and create a whole lot of nonsense. But, you know, this yard of peril is the perfect match for them. See below.</span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-72t0vrdhpN4/TkDGJtBoN7I/AAAAAAAAAYA/gS07jqqAYUs/s1600/IMG_3123.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-72t0vrdhpN4/TkDGJtBoN7I/AAAAAAAAAYA/gS07jqqAYUs/s400/IMG_3123.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638724603475408818" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: courier new;">Happy New Home!</span>
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<br />eshamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09580305576919184801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406827103281449402.post-17907005563178570582011-07-08T10:02:00.001-07:002011-07-08T10:13:18.441-07:0011 months today!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aYeUsI-xHHo/Thc4wCs64kI/AAAAAAAAAXg/sXzwNyaXI7M/s1600/IMG_2911.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aYeUsI-xHHo/Thc4wCs64kI/AAAAAAAAAXg/sXzwNyaXI7M/s400/IMG_2911.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627028657432879682" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: courier new;">Here he is, sporting a fab shirt from Nana!</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-buep1TTD9Qc/Thc4vt58vxI/AAAAAAAAAXY/pj9xIwjVyWg/s1600/IMG_2915.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-buep1TTD9Qc/Thc4vt58vxI/AAAAAAAAAXY/pj9xIwjVyWg/s400/IMG_2915.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627028651850383122" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: courier new;">He has spotted something interesting and he's off.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1tVOf6t3N8U/Thc4vBvLw_I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/D5VLhyvqLCU/s1600/IMG_2904.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1tVOf6t3N8U/Thc4vBvLw_I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/D5VLhyvqLCU/s400/IMG_2904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627028639994070002" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: courier new;">So pleased with himself. Waking up happy from his morning nap.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wDtor-EJhxc/Thc4wcNr_QI/AAAAAAAAAXo/ZYulfEwAtsI/s1600/IMG_2918.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wDtor-EJhxc/Thc4wcNr_QI/AAAAAAAAAXo/ZYulfEwAtsI/s400/IMG_2918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627028664281201922" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: courier new;">And he gravitates toward the classics. He <span style="font-style: italic;">is</span> our son!</span>eshamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09580305576919184801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406827103281449402.post-88087288568109108862011-04-05T20:14:00.001-07:002011-04-05T20:22:25.456-07:00L.A. Boys<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-REpx-NZ3NNQ/TZvbVefjXjI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Yu4972DJxIc/s1600/IMG_2533.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-REpx-NZ3NNQ/TZvbVefjXjI/AAAAAAAAAWk/Yu4972DJxIc/s400/IMG_2533.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592304524319743538" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: courier new;">The title, "L.A. Boys," was Oliver's suggestion. He came out whilst we were taking photos of Seba in OP's Angels hat. Initially, he wanted the hat back right away, but as soon as he saw how cute Seba was in it and how much fun he was having he decided to join the project. He went to his room and came back with his Dodgers cap. He said to papa, "take a picture of us and post it with 'L.A. Boys.'" So here is the post with accompanying photos.<br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P3HGk1C7J88/TZvbG77i4iI/AAAAAAAAAWc/1Gn9zIggPs4/s1600/IMG_2544.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P3HGk1C7J88/TZvbG77i4iI/AAAAAAAAAWc/1Gn9zIggPs4/s400/IMG_2544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592304274523742754" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kpagffzVTnY/TZvbGZMCunI/AAAAAAAAAWU/E6TpauSKsq0/s1600/IMG_2544.JPG"><br /></a>eshamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09580305576919184801noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406827103281449402.post-11531325657140346272011-03-27T13:18:00.001-07:002011-03-27T13:26:32.064-07:00New Tricks!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C-sYFtH1xXw/TY-cfdn7jlI/AAAAAAAAAWM/iRPF_4Hr4Vs/s1600/IMG_2492.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C-sYFtH1xXw/TY-cfdn7jlI/AAAAAAAAAWM/iRPF_4Hr4Vs/s400/IMG_2492.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588857726932061778" border="0" /><span style="font-family: courier new;"></span></a><span style="font-family: courier new;">Riding the truck--with close supervision, of course. (At this age Oliver was already riding one-handed and wielding the other in victory or neighborly greeting. Seba is a bit more reserved.)</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ltfbRGjW8oE/TY-ceh7nUdI/AAAAAAAAAWE/0h64q-qluYk/s1600/IMG_2451.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ltfbRGjW8oE/TY-ceh7nUdI/AAAAAAAAAWE/0h64q-qluYk/s400/IMG_2451.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588857710908494290" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: courier new;">Endless fun with the baby in the mirror. Any mirror works, even this lightweight play mirror, which results in fantastically distorted versions of our beautiful baby. It's no matter to Seba; he loves the baby every time.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eMLpfhJzQ94/TY-cePsTz1I/AAAAAAAAAV8/8DzH6wJiySI/s1600/IMG_2432.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eMLpfhJzQ94/TY-cePsTz1I/AAAAAAAAAV8/8DzH6wJiySI/s400/IMG_2432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588857706012462930" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family: courier new;">Smiling through the pacifier. He has honed this skill to a fine art. A favourite family game is to get him to laugh or to smile so much that the pacifier falls out.<br />(He's also a great traveler! This photo was taken in a hotel on the road.) </span>eshamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09580305576919184801noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406827103281449402.post-52017149133342655112010-12-24T08:12:00.001-08:002010-12-24T08:17:18.081-08:00Solid Food!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/TRTG7-Fc5xI/AAAAAAAAAVs/SMwkXU_iMHw/s1600/IMG_0583.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/TRTG7-Fc5xI/AAAAAAAAAVs/SMwkXU_iMHw/s400/IMG_0583.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554282974035109650" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: courier new;">"Did I ever eat rice cereal?," Oliver asked recently. "Why, yes, you did." The photo above proves that he ate (mostly) some gloppy whitish stuff anyway. This question was prompted by the eating adventures of Sebastian, who, whilst he does eat rice cereal (reluctantly), is shown below during a meal of sweet potatoes. So, those of you who enjoy weighing in on their relative resemblance to one another, have at it. We look forward to your observations!</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/TRTG7rgt5WI/AAAAAAAAAVk/tWMtXQu5NOc/s1600/IMG_2170.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/TRTG7rgt5WI/AAAAAAAAAVk/tWMtXQu5NOc/s400/IMG_2170.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554282969049195874" border="0" /></a>eshamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09580305576919184801noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406827103281449402.post-59146106470580672752010-12-09T20:06:00.000-08:002010-12-09T20:09:39.707-08:00He likes it!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/TQGncx8-WiI/AAAAAAAAAU4/ZijD-5G2sO0/s1600/IMG_2006.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/TQGncx8-WiI/AAAAAAAAAU4/ZijD-5G2sO0/s400/IMG_2006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548900328784419362" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family: courier new;">"He's big, mama!," proclaimed dear Oliver this morning. Big brother still moves to the couch to hold little brother, but he no longer needs a pillow for a prop. The little dude also eats food now (we got tired of his screaming protests and dangerous swiping at dinner time). </span>eshamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09580305576919184801noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406827103281449402.post-54131022752467272592010-11-05T17:12:00.000-07:002010-11-05T17:19:25.375-07:00Best way to travel<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/TNSd1IfAusI/AAAAAAAAAUw/NsYGlALDOUQ/s1600/IMG_1851.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/TNSd1IfAusI/AAAAAAAAAUw/NsYGlALDOUQ/s400/IMG_1851.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536223378081364674" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: courier new;">Seba spent a great deal of time in the sling during his first major traveling experience, which included airplane, metro, urban walking, and lots of socializing. I wonder, how big would a person need to be to support my travel in a sling?</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/TNSd0y11wcI/AAAAAAAAAUo/6pkO2SyU8D8/s1600/IMG_1853.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/TNSd0y11wcI/AAAAAAAAAUo/6pkO2SyU8D8/s400/IMG_1853.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536223372271534530" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: courier new;">Needless to say, he delighted all with his festive spirit in the midst of an academic conference.</span>eshamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09580305576919184801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406827103281449402.post-54294599747038990432010-10-16T20:29:00.001-07:002010-10-16T20:33:20.279-07:00Two boys, One outfit<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/TLpuNaQDWvI/AAAAAAAAAUg/hvPd4L5EVeI/s1600/IMG_0314.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/TLpuNaQDWvI/AAAAAAAAAUg/hvPd4L5EVeI/s400/IMG_0314.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528852669214710514" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/TLpuM5RUK_I/AAAAAAAAAUY/C7HzuAD07JM/s1600/IMG_1822.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/TLpuM5RUK_I/AAAAAAAAAUY/C7HzuAD07JM/s400/IMG_1822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528852660361636850" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: courier new;">At this point it's clear who is who. Anyone care to weigh in on similarities and differences in appearance?</span>eshamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09580305576919184801noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406827103281449402.post-67798740418170142022010-10-13T19:42:00.000-07:002010-10-13T19:46:39.937-07:00The big one!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/TLZuclh2ZOI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/R47SMAC3_Xc/s1600/IMG_1810.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/TLZuclh2ZOI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/R47SMAC3_Xc/s400/IMG_1810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527727030033343714" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: courier new;">going, going...</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/TLZucUaB_II/AAAAAAAAAUI/7NPUI2LyqfA/s1600/IMG_1812.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/TLZucUaB_II/AAAAAAAAAUI/7NPUI2LyqfA/s400/IMG_1812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527727025437146242" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: courier new;">GONE!<br />Sure, he's lost other teeth, but this is a big one. It makes a big impact both in terms of appearance and inner mouth feel. There's no doubt about it: this is a [still on the little side] big kid!<br /></span>eshamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09580305576919184801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406827103281449402.post-58939772387834176272010-10-09T21:12:00.001-07:002010-10-09T21:14:54.274-07:00Two months old!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/TLE9O_UxRoI/AAAAAAAAAUA/0L_z09RwlY8/s1600/IMG_1795.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 264px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/TLE9O_UxRoI/AAAAAAAAAUA/0L_z09RwlY8/s400/IMG_1795.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526265545486321282" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: courier new;">Will Seba like footie as much as his favorite person, namely his brother, the OP? He's full of smiles for the ball and for the Oliver. Lots of fun--gaining important skills<span style="font-family: courier new;">, such as holding his head up,</span> and putting on weight. </span>eshamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09580305576919184801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406827103281449402.post-89547832865761581892010-09-25T13:53:00.001-07:002010-09-25T13:56:30.877-07:00Wacky Tie Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/TJ5hdAW9vFI/AAAAAAAAAT4/y8ppi5U0GhU/s1600/IMG_1759.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/TJ5hdAW9vFI/AAAAAAAAAT4/y8ppi5U0GhU/s400/IMG_1759.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520957344143227986" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: courier new;">Just to prove that the wackiness continues (and grows) with our number 1, here is a shot from the getting-ready-for-Wacky-Tie-Day process. For the record, the tie did begin around the neck, but was relocated after having been judged too scratchy. We rather like this look. He defended it to the teacher and kept it on all day. After this photo was taken he added bright yellow soccer socks. Alas, camera was safely stowed away by then.</span>eshamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09580305576919184801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406827103281449402.post-35037779124452151522010-09-20T20:14:00.000-07:002010-09-20T20:16:53.215-07:006 weeks old & smiles emerging<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/TJgji9kfCoI/AAAAAAAAATw/QtE2LN6N5Bg/s1600/IMG_1719.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/TJgji9kfCoI/AAAAAAAAATw/QtE2LN6N5Bg/s400/IMG_1719.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519200426892659330" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/TJgjinkBl3I/AAAAAAAAATo/SmYhu43Eg3k/s1600/IMG_1718.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/TJgjinkBl3I/AAAAAAAAATo/SmYhu43Eg3k/s400/IMG_1718.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519200420985149298" border="0" /></a>eshamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09580305576919184801noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406827103281449402.post-38478178888923599692010-09-01T18:47:00.001-07:002010-09-01T18:52:31.589-07:00First Day of First Grade<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/TH8CcvKhZ5I/AAAAAAAAAS4/4xfBCH-f5WQ/s1600/IMG_1658.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/TH8CcvKhZ5I/AAAAAAAAAS4/4xfBCH-f5WQ/s400/IMG_1658.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512127161644967826" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: courier new;">Today was Oliver's first day of first grade at his new school. Upon meeting Philip at the end of the school day, Oliver's teacher, Mrs. Cole, related that our Oliver was her first in 20 years of teaching. She added that Oliver had been filling her in on his advanced reading skills as well as his worry that the first grade reading will not be challenging enough. Good to know he's asserting himself. Of course, there were assertions of other stripes today too--the baseball shirt (larger than life size! with raised stitches!) and the very impressive shoes I unimpressively failed to include in the photo. The shoes are navy Puma sneakers with velcro tabs. The pumas are orange and light up on impact, showing, to the keen onlooker, a puma skeleton. As light up shoes go, these are pretty rad.</span>eshamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09580305576919184801noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406827103281449402.post-1043262346027835252010-08-16T17:11:00.000-07:002010-08-16T17:24:24.155-07:00Brothers!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/TGnUBOa7GjI/AAAAAAAAASw/XJNe-MJadoA/s1600/IMG_1609.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/TGnUBOa7GjI/AAAAAAAAASw/XJNe-MJadoA/s400/IMG_1609.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506165136953121330" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: courier new;">Above: Oliver reads to Sebastian during sunshine time.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: courier new;">Below: Sebastian sports his first gift from Oliver. Will I have another lefty? Or is the left hand the counter-balance for the right hand that has just thrown? </span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/TGnUAefLoWI/AAAAAAAAASo/Q3qOPTJiPtw/s1600/IMG_1603.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/TGnUAefLoWI/AAAAAAAAASo/Q3qOPTJiPtw/s400/IMG_1603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506165124086079842" border="0" /></a>eshamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09580305576919184801noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406827103281449402.post-86837333733265588672010-08-11T18:10:00.000-07:002010-08-11T18:17:25.270-07:00Welcome to the outside, Sebastian Charles!<span style="font-family: courier new;">Sebastian Charles Windham-Hughes was born on Sundy, August 8th, at 2:56 a.m. He weighed 8lbs. 10 oz. and measured 20&1/2 inches.</span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/TGNKukiI9jI/AAAAAAAAASA/jHT8pFc_XJQ/s1600/IMG_1545.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/TGNKukiI9jI/AAAAAAAAASA/jHT8pFc_XJQ/s400/IMG_1545.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504325333518186034" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: courier new;">Proud and loving big brother Oliver "pets" Sebastian for the first time. "He's so soft and warm!"</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/TGNKuYyefMI/AAAAAAAAAR4/BjbSQsT1Oas/s1600/IMG_1509.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/TGNKuYyefMI/AAAAAAAAAR4/BjbSQsT1Oas/s400/IMG_1509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504325330365480130" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: courier new;">My boys--now a 3 pack.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/TGNKt01eU5I/AAAAAAAAARw/oob3YEgNcx4/s1600/IMG_1536.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/TGNKt01eU5I/AAAAAAAAARw/oob3YEgNcx4/s400/IMG_1536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504325320714376082" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: courier new;">First Family of four portrait.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/TGNKtSorJxI/AAAAAAAAARo/p6jE65xyDuo/s1600/IMG_1528.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/TGNKtSorJxI/AAAAAAAAARo/p6jE65xyDuo/s400/IMG_1528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504325311533885202" border="0" /></a>eshamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09580305576919184801noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406827103281449402.post-75158700170548732302010-06-14T12:27:00.000-07:002010-06-14T12:31:04.294-07:00Mama's Turn<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/TBaDBJiM9jI/AAAAAAAAARg/TiaMOlAFoGc/s1600/IMG_5332.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/TBaDBJiM9jI/AAAAAAAAARg/TiaMOlAFoGc/s400/IMG_5332.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482713652132640306" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: courier new;">I've said for years that it takes a family to get a PhD, and I can tell you now that I'm almost the other side of it that I still find it to be true. My boys have offered support and made sacrifices for a long time to get me across the stage with my Medieval academic garb. Thank you, my boys! I love you!</span>eshamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09580305576919184801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406827103281449402.post-51871980439325667912010-06-02T12:26:00.000-07:002010-06-02T16:19:04.658-07:00Kindergarten Graduation<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/TAbmqArGsaI/AAAAAAAAARY/bh0ZanILDfI/s1600/IMG_1409.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/TAbmqArGsaI/AAAAAAAAARY/bh0ZanILDfI/s400/IMG_1409.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478319606152475042" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: courier new;">Oliver and his principal, Mrs. Maglione, pose for a photograph at Kindergarten graduation.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/TAawrgBekZI/AAAAAAAAARQ/dMw--BPGfx4/s1600/IMG_1404.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/TAawrgBekZI/AAAAAAAAARQ/dMw--BPGfx4/s400/IMG_1404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478260258119782802" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:courier new;">They wore caps. "Pomp and Circumstance" played. Nearly 90 kindergarteners and their various family members squeezed into the kindergarten playground to see the children receive their first diplomas. It was a long time to wait. Periodically Oliver waved to me from his seat.</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/TAawrIkJuqI/AAAAAAAAARI/MyHq6Lh2_tE/s1600/IMG_1413.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/TAawrIkJuqI/AAAAAAAAARI/MyHq6Lh2_tE/s400/IMG_1413.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478260251822766754" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:courier new;">Above he poses with his teacher, below with me. Interesting that he chose his new "Cal Lutheran" shirt to wear for today's proceedings...</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/TAawqjANyvI/AAAAAAAAARA/VggE1GR7fG4/s1600/IMG_1412.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/TAawqjANyvI/AAAAAAAAARA/VggE1GR7fG4/s400/IMG_1412.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478260241739926258" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:courier new;">Here he happily passes on the cap to me: "My mama's graduating." Sweet boy. And yes, it's true--the graduation I mean. Then I'll finish the dissertation.</span>eshamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09580305576919184801noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406827103281449402.post-34624891146887785542010-05-30T17:10:00.001-07:002010-05-30T17:14:21.444-07:00Last Lesson at South Coast Karate<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/TAL-n2nj8KI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/NVOyKclCnBI/s1600/IMG_1396.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 314px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/TAL-n2nj8KI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/NVOyKclCnBI/s400/IMG_1396.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477220057465745570" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: courier new;">It's true: we really are moving...in about a month. So it's time to start having some lasts before we start having some firsts a little farther south. Here is OP at his last lesson with South Coast Karate. He has loved the energetic, fun setting of this karate dojo. Though he lost a bit of his discipline for practicing during baseball season, he did not lose any excitement for attending lessons. They have helped with his balance and his willingness to try new things in front of others. Up this week: last day of kindergarten.</span>eshamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09580305576919184801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406827103281449402.post-35463524323113273682010-05-19T19:51:00.001-07:002010-05-19T19:56:48.921-07:00The "creative artist"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/S_Sj6-UkzvI/AAAAAAAAAQw/27KfYTzRouo/s1600/IMG_1357.JPG"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/S_Sj6-UkzvI/AAAAAAAAAQw/27KfYTzRouo/s400/IMG_1357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473179680719032050" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: courier new;">OP's school is getting ready for the Multicultural Fair--an all-school evening event in which each grade level hosts an area of the school campus that offers a flavor of somewhere in the world. As the tiny print suggests, Oliver's class is helping to host the India section. They'll have food and henna tattoos, and<span style="font-family: courier new;">, beyond that, I'm not quite sure. In preparation for the event each class drew/painted chalk images of their countries on the sidewalk in front of the school. Here is OP showing off his Bengal tiger. It's the best work he's ever done--made him feel like a "creative artist." Three cheers for that!</span></span>eshamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09580305576919184801noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406827103281449402.post-3110427314965975702010-05-11T13:36:00.001-07:002010-05-11T13:44:56.908-07:00England Supporters<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/S-nAl6_x2qI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ZYCftoa5SGQ/s1600/IMG_1334.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/S-nAl6_x2qI/AAAAAAAAAQo/ZYCftoa5SGQ/s400/IMG_1334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470114980142635682" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: courier new;">What handsome boys I live with! You can tell that one of them is a cheeky monkey. Don't be fooled by the calm exterior of the other--he is more than able of gettin' your goat (what does "gettin' your goat" mean, anyway? we'll look it up and report back. yes, it is possible to be both cheeky and nerdy; ask any of us ;o)<br /><br />At any rate, recently Philip's school had a sport fan day, so he came out dressed in an England strip, only he had originally chosen the red side (I know--a reversible sport shirt; what does that do to the work of laundering stains and odors?). OP promptly said, "It's a shame I don't have a red England shirt." "You have a red England hat," we said. "Papa, wear your white England shirt like mine." Philip does not have a white England shirt and OP's is very stained, so they settled on blue. And aren't they the devilishly handsome pair?<br /></span>eshamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09580305576919184801noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406827103281449402.post-34753421182351895302010-05-10T10:13:00.001-07:002010-05-10T10:16:04.249-07:007th Inning Stretch<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/S-g--AcJORI/AAAAAAAAAQg/v7oEQt-8tpQ/s1600/IMG_1351.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/S-g--AcJORI/AAAAAAAAAQg/v7oEQt-8tpQ/s400/IMG_1351.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469690982432323858" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: courier new;">Yesterday OP was invited to join with another T-ball team to sing "Take Me Out to the Ball Game" during the 7th inning stretch at the Gauchos game. Here Philip catches "...three strikes, you're out..."</span>eshamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09580305576919184801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406827103281449402.post-34728846585510742292010-05-10T09:56:00.000-07:002010-05-10T10:05:01.369-07:00Budding Orator<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/S-g7PLq3VOI/AAAAAAAAAQY/4Kk160nnBvA/s1600/IMG_1333.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/S-g7PLq3VOI/AAAAAAAAAQY/4Kk160nnBvA/s400/IMG_1333.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469686879458120930" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: courier new;">Last week we attended the last T-ball game of the season, followed by the team party at the local pizza parlor. OP enjoyed the pizza, as is evident from his marinara, slightly toothless grin, and happily added the trophy to his growing collection. During the party the coach made a few comments about each player as he passed out trophies. After some time, the team mom brought out the coach's present and asked Oliver if he would help to give it to the coach. Once he understood she wanted him to hand the gift over publicly, Oliver staged himself in the center of the room and prepared to make a speech. When we had gathered the attention of those in attendance, he began, "I think we had a good season. It was good for me, and it was good for some of the rest of the players. And I'm glad to say that everyone made improvements during the season..." There were a few more words, but his parents were getting nervous at this point: how long would he go on? was he about to say something uncharitable about fellow players? will he remember to thank the coach? So we both started whispering, "And thank you, Coach," both to make sure the sentiment was included in the speech and bring the speech to a close. Thank goodness our budding orator got the message. He thanked the coach and sat down. Whew!</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/S-g7OU4BlVI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/fAvWE876Q3I/s1600/IMG_1332.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/S-g7OU4BlVI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/fAvWE876Q3I/s400/IMG_1332.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469686864749368658" border="0" /></a>eshamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09580305576919184801noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406827103281449402.post-13616260978128579022010-05-03T12:23:00.000-07:002010-05-03T12:28:20.106-07:001st Family Camping Trip<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/S98jCb9sUUI/AAAAAAAAAQI/65G2s8xKa0U/s1600/IMG_1328.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/S98jCb9sUUI/AAAAAAAAAQI/65G2s8xKa0U/s400/IMG_1328.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467126997424296258" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: courier new;">Over the weekend we pitched our new tent for the first time. We camped for one evening on one of the most beautiful<span style="font-family: courier new;"> weekends we've had in the last couple of months. It was warmer than we expected, so we were not adequately prepared. OP played in the ocean with shorts and underwear--sorry for the lack of photos, but you can be sure there was much frolicking about. Philip and I were stuck in jeans and closed toe shoes. But we made up for it by having good food, great company with friends, and proper coffee in the morning. Oh yes, and there was, of course, baseball at the campground.</span></span>eshamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09580305576919184801noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-406827103281449402.post-60390703230104408812010-04-18T08:27:00.000-07:002010-04-18T08:32:10.420-07:00Toofless/toothless<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/S8slE5duh2I/AAAAAAAAAPg/8WrlnpMqGUU/s1600/IMG_1305.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ynlfgvYNMn8/S8slE5duh2I/AAAAAAAAAPg/8WrlnpMqGUU/s400/IMG_1305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461499739192067938" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: courier new;">During the first inning of yesterday's game Oliver came tearing out of the dugout toward the stands instead of toward home plate for his first at-bat. "Mom, my tooth, my tooth." It had finally come out--persuaded, no doubt, by not a little wiggling while waiting for his turn to bat. I put the tooth into my pocket and returned to watching the game. His pronunciation is mostly unchanged, but certain words do seem to require a little extra effort, such as "toothless." He's a happy boy. In his mind, losing a tooth is the best, most important thing to have happened to him since getting a new baseball glove.</span>eshamshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09580305576919184801noreply@blogger.com3