Chelsea turned 3 years old on August 12, 2009. She absolutely loves Barbie and a big bouncy ball. Not sure the house can take the bouncy ball but the rain has made it almost impossible to play outside without coming in so muddy.
Chelsea here is trying to be a big girl. She knew that she had everyone's attention. Got to love her for that.
We had 2 parties. Everyone had a great time and enjoyed ice cream and cake. Don't mind Marcus in this picture, he likes to where noisy shoes, just happens to be high-heeled dress up shoes. I am not sure that is a good thing for him to wear but he really just likes to hear them on the hard floors.
Hear Chelsea has just blown out 2 of the 3 candles, both the ones on the end. Marcus thought she needed some back up to get the last one.
Dora the Explorer. We love to sing and dance, so anything with lots of singing and dancing around is a plus.
Got a little Dora to go house. Yay!!
Not real interested in the cards, because we got new shoes.
She is such a big girl.
All in all both parties were a success. Everyone got full of cake and ice cream. Chelsea enjoyed her new pajamas and all of her new clothes, including her 3 new pairs of shoes. You know a girl can never have too many shoes. I will keep things posted as they come along.
Well here goes the second blog. Let's see if this works. My baby boy turned 1 already. I procrastinated long enough, I guess I thought if I didn't acknowledge the fact it would just go away. Anyway we planned to have his birthday party on his actual birthday. Since Cameron has just recently started to get back in touch with his father and family, we chose to have them over for his birthday party. I was so nervous, I am not a very good host, but I think it went well. Everyone seemed to enjoy themselves, including Marcus.
This child was fully dressed. It never fails, when we are at Grandpa and Grandma's house, we have to take some off because it is warm there. His Aunt April decorated all the balloons.
He was loving his balloons. This picture was taken before he popped one. He didn't want much to do with them after he popped it in his hands. He was such a busy body. And there was people everywhere so he wasn't sure which way to go. However, he is very comfortable at Grandpa and Grandma's house so he knows where he doesn't usually get to go and that is where he headed. Marcus being the first grandson that my father has got a tractor. Funny thing is his favorite hat is Grandpa's John Deere, but mommy love Massey Ferguson.
The last two pictures above are the start of his own personal birthday cake and then the aftermath of the cake. I knew he would dig in so I removed his clothes and then gave him a bath afterwards. He was so mad at me when I took what was left of the cake away. He was so funny, as you can see from the pictures, he had two forks, one in each hand. Enjoy!
Occasionally, when I'm bored and have the time, I write poetry. I normally don't ever show them to anyone, but I did share this one with Andrea, and she said that I should post it on here, so here it is. It was written shortly after we got together for the five-year class reunion.
Memories of the Class of '98
It finally arrived the first day of school, Riding the big bus we thought we were cool. We found our classrooms and met our teachers, Day after day they revealed our best features.
Many of us started by making a friend, Knowing one day we would be parted in the end. A single friendship turned into so much more, Than a childhood bond with a childlike core.
Year by year we continued the pace, Inching even closer to completing the race. Together we were strong, we faced many fears, Friendships were tried throughout many years.
We stood together through thick and thin, Testing the bonds built way back when. We paired together and attended the prom, Through everything we remained cool and calm.
Through graduation we stood as a class, Hoping and wishing for the time to pass. When it was over we said our goodbyes, Separately leaving to begin our own lives.
Reunions will come many times through the years, There will be laughter and there will be tears. From each other we have something to gain, Learning to build our own fortune and fame.
Thinking again of reuniting with friends, Fighting is over we will make amends. Something let said to the class of ninety-eight, Thanks for the times you were absolutely great.
Well, let me start by saying, hello to all my former fellow classmates! I'm going to give this blogging thing a shot, but while reading, please keep in mind that I'm new to this whole thing. That being said, here we go.
For starters, I didn't waste any time. Exactly three days after our high school graduation I moved back to Southeast Kansas, the same area that I had originally came from when we moved to Missouri in the middle of my second grade year. In June of 1998, I enrolled at Fort Scott Community College, the local two-year college. At that time I began a summer work-study position in the college counseling office, and also worked part-time in the college cafeteria.
In August of 1998, I continued to work both jobs, and started my college courses. This continued for over a year, at which time I also began working part-time at a local convenience store, and was eventually promoted up to store manager. During all this, I came to the decision that I had too much going on, so I decided to keep my manager job, and dropped my college courses and work-study positions. I decided in 2000, that I would go back to college and finish my Associate's Degree, but by then I was supposedly making too much money, and no longer qualified for financial aid. Therefore, I never completed my degree, I'm one semester shy of obtaining my Associate's Degree, but I don't regret my decision, as I'm doing exactly what I always planned on doing anyway, thanks to my two years in the Graphic Arts & Printing program at the Kirksville Area Technical Center that I took my Junior & Senior year of high school.
In April of 2000, I was hired on at Ward/Kraft, Inc., a local family owned commercial printing company. I started out in their proofing department, but within two years I had been promoted to a full-time graphic artist. I love my job, it is exactly what I had always planned on doing, and I can't imagine doing anything else.
During my time at Fort Scott Community College, I met James Conner, the man I would eventually end up marrying. In June of 1998, we started out as good friends that had a lot of the same classes, and by January of 2000, we had gradually eased into dating. We eventually married on October 12, 2002. Everyone who knows me knows that I hate dressing up for any reason, therefore, we had a very casual wedding that consisted of immediate family only, and everyone wore jeans. Probably not what most people would picture as a wedding, but it suited us to perfection.
In March of 2004, we bought a house together. It is a four-bedroom manufactured home that sets on five acres. Its location moved us from being inside the Fort Scott city limits to a town by the name of Redfield. It is in the country, approximately thirteen miles from where we work. Our house tends to be the summer hangout for most of my surrounding family as we have an above ground swimming pool that is really nice during those hot summer months.
Like another classmate, we have tried for over seven years to start a family, and have never had any success. However, during a trying time in our lives (namely my seventeen year old sister's automobile accident in October, that happened outside of Lancaster), I gave up worrying about why it wasn't happening for us, obviously, I was needed for other things at that time. To my ultimate surprise, we learned about the middle of November that we were finally expecting. My mother never had any trouble with her pregnancies, so dumb me I figured I wouldn't have much trouble either. Boy was I wrong! Almost from the beginning, our troubles began: bleeding/spotting (about ten weeks worth), Rh factor issues, placenta previa, and morning sickness (boy would I like to meet the idiot that coined that term) that lasted up to the start of the fifth month, that's just what I know about to date, so hopefully, that is all the trouble we'll have. So lucky me, I got to go to the doctor every two weeks until just this last month, where I finally got on a four-five week schedule. As of the moment, we are currently twenty-two weeks along. We are due on July 13, 2009. We found out last month that we are having a little boy, and we have decided to name him Dakota James. Anyone that is interested in following our changes/progress may do so by checking out the baby's page at: www.babyhomepages.net/babyconner
That is pretty much it for me. We live a pretty dull and boring life. I try to get back up that way at least a couple times a year, just to catch up with people I haven't seen in a while and visit with my family. If I happen to see you, I'll be sure to say hello. Until next time, I sincerely wish you all the best!