tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72396829817022009692024-03-05T02:49:20.373-05:00Fantastic FOUR!Christina Baldwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16922888592685418193noreply@blogger.comBlogger49125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7239682981702200969.post-38986765618363424942010-03-30T15:11:00.003-04:002010-03-30T15:20:56.403-04:00<div><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Thq6F9qeEGzBIAGJyvTkKsHpq0Pjio1dD25u_gSj7IwhF_ipERV9a0MWjdmXVf5ayf5-DCRrKBj4Lak2YGDusYxr9wS_QrN9E47F4MmZXbnZ-iMVnyOEQBy0HlkWhy1k6WXQ7zenCMq-/s1600/AHS.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454508304443341122" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Thq6F9qeEGzBIAGJyvTkKsHpq0Pjio1dD25u_gSj7IwhF_ipERV9a0MWjdmXVf5ayf5-DCRrKBj4Lak2YGDusYxr9wS_QrN9E47F4MmZXbnZ-iMVnyOEQBy0HlkWhy1k6WXQ7zenCMq-/s200/AHS.bmp" /></a><br /><div>20th high school reunion: I really must have gone to a different school. I don't remember anyone, but I did have a massive anxiety attack when walking through the high school. And I really am an old bitter lady - the whole time I'm thinking that these little whipper-snappers have it so easy now.</div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454508320131208642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigKQaZmghVCMfYNQgU6GI6fs3YLZRLNgpQEpVM-rpyCjz9gZpzA3v0JSYrpn5xKlQSX5nssLKeBb_YgQrB3JXuLhibVAIqOLsvem_c1qjyC6GmMOZQlbMJYV6peBNbU77whcYI1r1aQL3I/s200/AHS4.jpg" /><br />The high school still looks exactly the same (exept the gym), and I was all teary eyed over being back in Adrian. Lots and lots of memories all came flooding back.</div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454508311116226034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-RLUkbi1te2AhXNHly1Bum9fhtGBJRR9iO0PitsYgidt6KKG6K3EsvegkI94uW4wQPm9twqw6DlyMiDdxCm4NhpEEMAojBSTqs34ySAp_XTkjxc4DzWXIMDzsTTmuUwZ-FDy2W4JnGnHe/s200/AHS5.bmp" /><br /><div></div><div>The only redeeming factor is that Jen and I still look pretty good for old broads :)</div><div> </div><div> </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454508315992985106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXHZSWjqZSvt1RIP6jN7gmBggHarRbxUPZrbTn9Jk5tT39mn-zv2DmTOyzHRoC8rVGuPMKFoNASFQiHbqxSMN1usWAZhxFaSVrcyXIj72QMnwUmDRIL140fZnPyMiiAcmW9X2xkwjbuUdf/s200/Tina+and+Jen+20th+reunion.jpg" /><br /></div></div></div>Christina Baldwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16922888592685418193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7239682981702200969.post-84808884591491737422010-03-30T10:30:00.003-04:002010-03-30T10:34:54.467-04:00Growing like weeds....<div>This weekend, all 3 kids were sick, so the doctors office took thier vitals. They are growing so fast, it makes my head spin. And I thank God every day that they are healthy and mostly well adjusted :)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Gracie: 5' 6" and 140 lbs</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Rudy: 3' 10" and 45 lbs</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Doni: 3' 2" and 36 lbs</div><br /><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454435221596647106" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTg9j0e8A7Z7YHaS7eGgribWwHptQoLHSDcj2LyUgHOV7fGz2T97NhafedwlFI3qyYbVE5QdBeHSwb7TDZpR0OAFYvkkz4L-Db-M-q_Z_ZOXIZj3szI65AY51ca6AWKWEq0HOqDZhLLri7/s200/Boys+March+2010.jpg" /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Christina Baldwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16922888592685418193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7239682981702200969.post-25278812135122471012009-12-30T01:39:00.003-05:002009-12-30T01:44:11.111-05:00Well, 2009 is almost over, and I have not updated the blog at all this year. I've been traveling all year, Rudy started Kindergarten, Doni turned 2, and Gracie has brought the courts to our lives this year. It has been stressfull and busy, but here we are, at the end of a difficult and tiring year - my children are healthy, I'm employed still, and I have loving friends around me...<br /><br />I'm glad 2009 is ending, and am looking forward to a Blessed and loving and fortuitous 2010 for me and my family!! <br /><br />HAPPY NEW YEAR!!Christina Baldwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16922888592685418193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7239682981702200969.post-75523379622369338262009-01-16T08:45:00.003-05:002009-01-16T08:57:23.490-05:00The Perfect Baby Nameby Rick Epstein (Albemarle Family Magazine)<br /><br />Naming a baby is like selecting the perfect title for a book when you don't even know what it's about.<br /><br />Here are a few tests:<br /><br />1) The Playground-Taunt Test. <br />Any 5th grader can identify the biggest smart-alec in the class. That's your consultant. Give him 5 bucks to work his magic with your likeliest names.<br /><br />2) The Personalized-Toothbrush Test.<br />Little Ulysses or Zephyr will be dissapointed when they go to the store and cannot find that little personalized bike-sized license plate with thier special name.<br /><br />3) The Front-Porch Test.<br />Take the name you're considering and yell it form the front porch as if summoning a child to dinner. Consider carefully before barking, hooting, or hissing: Mark, Ruth, or Seth.<br /><br />4) The Follow-up Question Test.<br />Think twice before giving a child a name that will require a follow-up question or discussion every time it is said.<br /><br />5) The Are-We-Looking-For-Trouble? Test.<br />Try to picture the kind of person who would be named what you want to name your child. (i.e. Freedom Rose, Buck Johnson, etc.)Christina Baldwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16922888592685418193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7239682981702200969.post-15246630806862619802009-01-07T16:42:00.003-05:002009-01-07T16:46:33.410-05:00Birth Order TestI stole this quiz from a friend of mine, and although I'm an only child, it pretty much pegged me here (although what if I really am a first born, and there's some dead scary brother/sister out there that is going to haunt me like in the scary movies? :)<br /><br /><a href="http://www.blogthings.com/birthorderpredictorquiz/">http://www.blogthings.com/birthorderpredictorquiz/</a><br /><br />You Are Likely a First Born<br /><br />At your darkest moments, you feel guilty.<br />At work and school, you do best when you're researching.<br />When you love someone, you tend to agree with them often.<br />In friendship, you are considerate and compromising.<br />Your ideal careers are: business, research, counseling, promotion, and speaking.<br />You will leave your mark on the world with discoveries, new information, and teaching people to dream.Christina Baldwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16922888592685418193noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7239682981702200969.post-9487558269204404732009-01-06T10:00:00.007-05:002009-01-06T11:10:51.186-05:00Christmas and New Years<div><div><div><div>Christmas 2008 was a wonderful time. It was a time of learning.....</div><br /><div></div><br /><div align="center">Doni does not like strangers.</div><div></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5bctAuo5BmoslbTA4qFBcTn8de7oXwoRupzGa7GsSevUEwrcO5A3oyi7n6u9d7zS9DE2X8gTQITAXjDG-plcGeCQalmvOUwxNM-gMUNFgVYGkQxaHJ7j9MvEUrlOAwG0pZJ3B7iLlslKU/s1600-h/the+boys+and+santa+2008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288196998422103618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5bctAuo5BmoslbTA4qFBcTn8de7oXwoRupzGa7GsSevUEwrcO5A3oyi7n6u9d7zS9DE2X8gTQITAXjDG-plcGeCQalmvOUwxNM-gMUNFgVYGkQxaHJ7j9MvEUrlOAwG0pZJ3B7iLlslKU/s200/the+boys+and+santa+2008.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Some people have too much time on thier hands.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288204047716482306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0UN0qwvnnHDoEk276M6LnBM04RbitoXYvbAzrB9a97-u5oFou52bDeeEuxnoIkvmsU6Wy9nAZozJlu8iMdlXyP_ysIwSa56OwxIIMzJqmaFicvuG8VIu5GbBrm9Q0IxM04NrK5alXF7QD/s200/christmas+lights1.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288204742937367042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi27fkvO3I9aDYapijyKuWkKZi5kYnsBJFo9IFDMA-vTZRY7ui6wkXl2ynQXL9JFlef5i83YpawnyIUYDerocX5l58SZGAY_G1isGPQBCSfnLtfUpTsHYXE-mFea1mdlShi3_Dj6MJXSbRk/s200/Christmas+lights+2.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div><br /><br /><p align="center">And Doni will not look that good in a mustache.</p><p align="center"></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288207264593505922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWOk-fjAu0vWnsedx78-NB54uTJ69Pe0TVbm00fu_5xFIGzdIpMiE21-vdls9OXke1uS5SmUTX_Ro8RwRuAK9jj4SyMybIwwimgyIjdkqgfcd0kUe_STN9tzqDn0L2X1RI0MdGqn1S511Q/s200/Doni+drew+a+mustache.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><p></p>And we went downtown for First Night on New Years Eve, just like we do every year, but this year it was freezing and extremely windy. We rented a hotel room near the mall, and due to the gloriousness of AARP, we got a 2 room suite, so the kids got to have thier own room, and John and I got some peace and quiet. HAPPY 2009!!!<br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288212430995900354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYgdJ5_uPWS5ik7ago843u2XJVXNXBSseVhMV9zLhJP_Egf-V4LiONBD-Tu4fdbnapRdKPOnIbtY95z6QihxNftN3M2MvC_eiCPThQy5Feg689pzjSrl5C9BWCr9oEXV4_h3HoL97uCCjW/s200/First+Night+-+boys.JPG" border="0" /></p></div>Christina Baldwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16922888592685418193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7239682981702200969.post-59129508930660145442008-12-21T15:15:00.004-05:002008-12-21T15:40:34.117-05:00Confederate States of America<div><div><div>For Gracie's birthday this year, we spent the weekend in Richmond, and one of our activities was to spend a few hours at the CSofA Cemetery. Let me add my disclaimer that I am NOT Southern, nor will I ever pay homage to the Confederate flag, and although the CSA had a good idea in the whole 'state law' vs. 'federal law', the entire red-neck nation has since removed any positive connotation to the main principals behind the Confederate States of America. And on that note.... the cemetery was beautiful. It was very cool to see the tombstones from the battles around here, and to see the big names immortilized. To get an idea about how 'proud' the south is of the good old confederate soldiers, there is a monument with the following inscribed on it:</div><br /><br /><br /><div>"Fate denied them victory, but gave them a glorious immortality". </div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282343223273863426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBX54EVyMasLWDzLtzENjUckbSWIuBpJGz8GyhzOLNGahjCRoT_u6Z2sBjw2GXyjvcE3NQ5B5cljs3ybxDMx2QcuEzin_RhExWADFJ2-rT8BnUuCkMWbKGcCPOGi4QzpezKk53WuCPV0Va/s200/DSC00418.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282343230390923298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhD6A6oak1quOGsh7WSBlPezM5Xtbv2FYjVBSU8av6-3ZwSiiXXFNqIZ9OW-oE6Hux47OTXznIA8Y8yud4Mb98a7ZqkNjR3pHgVSuQMS50MrmN5AqyNp0zhJy7B1lCfkN7RBMc2M-NThLTS/s200/DSC00423.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div>Hey Kris - figure out what this one is all about: there was a spot on the map that just said "Black Dog". We got there, and yep - there was a life sized black iron dog. With no marker or explanation.</div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282345568671671170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_v8i6qsW_AWi-CobJAXLAXSRAFC6nzlsiKrGgOtFbbEjGsQIlmwaAmtnpg8uFsf-doGGjjggFCAqY-SimVPTibTj7YBGtizHJ2AK3NGnesfqsnJzCls4i_RzyGEWDXuAQHmfQYf83w1qq/s200/DSC00436.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div>Christina Baldwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16922888592685418193noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7239682981702200969.post-90990977888133862392008-12-21T15:13:00.005-05:002008-12-21T15:50:50.583-05:00Thanksgiving 2008<div>This was the year for our friend Jennifer to host Thanksgiving in Pennsylvania. As expected, the food and family were all wonderful. Along with the 5 of us, she also hosted her mom and dad (separated), her brother and her aunt Shelley. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282347083859639650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLSOgXRBIkSjFe2RnAnvYY_xqgC_Wouv4wrh3Be12pzoIfhpSnMAWiq-Cq9Nyum68EKx7jaRlkxCTmcWmzqxnlZ2rWnWb-9mCM6E3XkTdbBrMBs11fcA2F9qMVMetuy2bQwp5GU6h0HwGL/s200/Tday+table+2008.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><br /><p>During our stay there, Jen was nice enough to take a family picture of us, since all we ever seem to do is get pictures of the kids :)</p><p></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282348459256638514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHAubRUpL9_7noq_L9GXKLXdaSXhVmTEXCVjHQWDh6iwfTEqNZfhPvZ9qR0L9GK1HAC14N_vYCygZGDbIpCAx5yZX1f9T5tZc5QFImvXAzY_xbDfAS_I6NrN6S8btjPY68GGTz-PDI7Jhg/s200/Family+picture+Tday+2008.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p>All in all, it was a nice trip, and I was very thankful to have friends and family around me, and VERY thankful that I didn't have to cook or clean :)</p>Christina Baldwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16922888592685418193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7239682981702200969.post-31135046687270369782008-12-21T14:59:00.005-05:002008-12-21T15:13:35.051-05:00Halloween 2008<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoCmcwi4chucq5X0HG1kp49tGoTMDaKy2QvlPR3eVa5xhZp6lXdA_y4xY7Y2H2v6aCRLoKUgLRhddgu6rlqXcixYqGokfSA_JlFgWDRCIHZ9EU3EEq8F87Nwv4FyfoX5oMKgWz9OFjCOhY/s1600-h/Gracie+Halloween+2008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282338913510767042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoCmcwi4chucq5X0HG1kp49tGoTMDaKy2QvlPR3eVa5xhZp6lXdA_y4xY7Y2H2v6aCRLoKUgLRhddgu6rlqXcixYqGokfSA_JlFgWDRCIHZ9EU3EEq8F87Nwv4FyfoX5oMKgWz9OFjCOhY/s200/Gracie+Halloween+2008.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj83_1sFGgGpNnJLnMKszYNXKHTFWu_EUqV9Ukya2jbEfltMElTUQu9wdqkk4bHOUFyDQLw-pybU0N2q-uMxrjhNIck9X-IPtM6yQ_DozqPBA3UN8JG9HkErJrwf5MEzpjXAoWxf5ypYbxV/s1600-h/Rudy+Halloween+2008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282338087872935570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj83_1sFGgGpNnJLnMKszYNXKHTFWu_EUqV9Ukya2jbEfltMElTUQu9wdqkk4bHOUFyDQLw-pybU0N2q-uMxrjhNIck9X-IPtM6yQ_DozqPBA3UN8JG9HkErJrwf5MEzpjXAoWxf5ypYbxV/s200/Rudy+Halloween+2008.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAszF6lK2Y9HajzIPn54GH41FiSHj8ClSKLDCI56gx35RedUSvE2hT-z7XpZdWEwleyJbneWedTWPMb1NZBIhGtDPCS1_7S-xULrWhzEfoBIzytOOOWhNt66g9Acb2x55Wuf6BJNE1GgV7/s1600-h/Doni+Halloween+2008a.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282337152163557314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAszF6lK2Y9HajzIPn54GH41FiSHj8ClSKLDCI56gx35RedUSvE2hT-z7XpZdWEwleyJbneWedTWPMb1NZBIhGtDPCS1_7S-xULrWhzEfoBIzytOOOWhNt66g9Acb2x55Wuf6BJNE1GgV7/s200/Doni+Halloween+2008a.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div>Well, Halloween came and went, and all 3 kids were (surprisingly) very good. Doni was a little skeleton (can't you see how he's nothing but skin and bones?), Rudy was Superman again, and Gracie was a vampire princess again. I have a standing rule that since costumes are so stinkin expensive, the kids have to wear them for 2 years. Next year will be all new for the kids. Can't wait to see what they choose :)</div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Christina Baldwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16922888592685418193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7239682981702200969.post-67654451309175853772008-11-07T10:06:00.002-05:002008-11-07T10:13:32.100-05:00Flu ShotsYesterday, we took all 3 kids to get thier flu shots (John and I already had ours for the season). Naturally, we expected Rudy to have a hard time with it. And we weren't kidding. Gracie got the first shot. She whippered and said "ouch", but was fine a few seconds later. Then Doni went. He didn't complain at all, except he didn't want to lay down. During Doni's shot, Rudy starts backing towards the exam room door, crying in a paniced voice that he wanted to 'run away'. I turn around in time to see the door swinging open, and Rudy is no where to be found. The boy ran out of the exam room, through the office, and out the front door into the parking lot. He was NOT going to get a shot. So, we restrained him and he got his shot, and he was fine a minute later. All the while, Doni is staring at him like "what the heck is your problem, bro?". I feel bad for the kids getting thier shots, but Rudy cracks me up. <br /><br />Also, Rudy and Gracie weighed/measured them selves: Rudy has grown 2 inches since June, and Gracie is 5'4" and weighs 120 pounds. The kids have all grown like tomatoes this year (my dentist once said kids grown like tomatoes - in the warmest months). I'm so happy seeing them look and feel so healthy!!Christina Baldwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16922888592685418193noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7239682981702200969.post-87424439523932959822008-10-01T20:26:00.004-04:002008-10-01T20:41:40.171-04:00State Fair 2008This past weekend we took the kids to the State Fair ~ Rudy always looks forward to riding the "dragon" roller coaster, I always look forward to seeing (yes, and smelling) the animals, and Gracie likes to hear the loud music. This was the year of Rudy being a daredevil. He rode the kid coaster a few times, racing for the front car, and standing up in his seat. Then he wanted something bigger and faster, so he rode the Himalayan. Once again, hanging out of his seat and trying to stand up. The best part was how 'tall' he stood up when he was measured in order to get on the ride. I think he stretched every vertebrae he had in order to get on the big boy ride. Time for him to visit Aunt Heather and go to Cedar Point!! <div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252349154404973442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_avGKFVdtHkHPum5iah_NBV_rN4UrmJN1cvwPpH7G0IDJ0sJuhgvkDGK3p3F-lmuqsNx6KhFzDkq6Ocl6Bho8WX5N5Li_6B1ur3hGFZBdCS15jhyphenhyphenFROeEQO3Vq5e5uPz40y8H3HRDAaIa/s200/Rudy+Gracie+State+Fair+2008.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252350131405137650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh32s6C3Perhkksjh6_1FR7UAnWxyve_STcb4pbNg2ubIPolJ4EMAO4d19Pn9hGWh44b4GTqRcJMXHsNaxja3myi17S1d3iWYqhmrKgtZSdwzIDkOYQYpp3MpTBhvlR62KICl4mYSjI4Bhx/s200/Doni+in+corn+State+Fair.JPG" border="0" /> <div></div><div></div></div>Christina Baldwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16922888592685418193noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7239682981702200969.post-70088428485094528202008-10-01T19:55:00.007-04:002008-10-01T20:25:39.806-04:00Virginia BeachAhhh.... I love the beach. You wouldn't guess it, as I don't like the water, and I don't like the hot sun. But it's so peaceful - especially when we always try to go after labor day, when it's still warm, but the tourists have mostly left town. Rudy was a 'little brave', and actually got his whole body wet. Gracie as always, was a fish - she loves the water. And Doni loved the water one day, and didn't love it the next. But, like all kids, he loved the sand. <br /><br /><div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252343502870870722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCwkso40NlXzNQT_ollB5zFF8aXVxdpdNqXvEXWV78_jMe7xpI40hjVVenKYRYokGtq7P-YsHaAUt_-X5fLn94dlpozrmM4b9dscOLe_573l6GBzh4Hzst3ps4nz56sQ8eI52zwSGOp8VE/s200/Gracie+beach+sitting+sept2008.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252344292243608274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJDyOg1cwild-rQNxOcJsyd96m-Fh7CIqxA5wtl-NjUk33yXAZ_zlcDt9lSLPoNMknARJZzUVusFvSejSQXDMZDCQyGOalutHNiMT4-dTGlFDlxdYvyFD-N0JvF_p74S8gobh7ZJHilNTN/s200/Rudy+beach+sand+sept+2008.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252345273493213906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWFJ5EFneMKrWkzmLUloRGQA6QiF3rfdLdzoaPYQFVCI5dbBiy-LQBEDUYWoXtWezgSsMBdQV21SyfA6u0t9DN7iH5R8tD0HZItrfsh2RmOj8nUoWI9NvFTMypIBPFMeeCVHtAogM5Zzbf/s200/doni+sitting+beach2.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div></div></div>Christina Baldwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16922888592685418193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7239682981702200969.post-75414701307342261262008-09-09T20:19:00.004-04:002008-09-10T08:49:44.495-04:00I'm an AUNT!!!!<div>Well, it's the closest I'll ever get to being an aunt, as I'm an only child. One of my best friends (Yasmin) had her baby on August 28th. Her name is Celine, and she's absolutely perfect. I never knew how amazing it is to instantly love someone you're not related to. Being an aunt is the greatest thing ever!! Here's Mark with his little angel. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244181582070764178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-PkZ-e-xZLXkKCAFPNKvDdHqYOIZKJhm_68Fx0_WfAKy8_iKExNec6iGlyA-whmvImWLKkS8w8xcuzfjgdm5givdkf6r0svyI5uHUPEE8aerBzrp3xlMZuOTAC8ZU4ndQy9E4aWCGEIXv/s200/Mark+Celine+one+day+old.JPG" border="0" /><br />And of course, Yasmin had a perfect labor and delivery, and she was so gorgeous when I saw her in the hospital. I'm leaving her alone for a few weeks as she's inundated with family, but I know I'll have my time soon :)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244373904245403794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2OjLMxXbMRCFgRsRmfvLa9m5lBNB9Jh17AGw8phYtxrpdLYzonXPWtZO5ygKX8bWdGjE1NUGODPigBTWHg_v2gyVYM3TV51G25ebwBq-xPl2K0-SzkmNBz7oQh5ZhSNfSUGc65kO7V9uW/s200/Yasmin+and+Celine.jpg" border="0" /></div>Christina Baldwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16922888592685418193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7239682981702200969.post-75608457954726661142008-09-09T20:04:00.004-04:002008-09-09T20:19:11.389-04:00How much I hate ignorance......Well, I guess there's not really a scale for how much I hate ignorance, but it's pretty high up there. Rudy was unfortunately stuck at a 'redneck' day care for the past year, when his old day care director (Ms. Haney) left to get a child-care degree (she had been running the day care for 20 years, then the 'board' decided it wasn't enough). Her replacment was this seriously red-neck ignorant bible thumping woman named Angie. Not only did she implement hard and fast gender roles on the children (boys don't do this, girls don't do this, etc.), but they also informed us 2 weeks ago that they will no longer call Rudy "Rudy". They will only call him "Jesse". Apparently they feel that once in Kindergarten, kids are NOT called by thier middle names or nicknames. I don't know where the hell she went to school, but clearly she was home schooled by someone as ignorant as she is. The final straw was on Thursday, when we get a call saying "Rudy woke up from his nap with a rash - you need to come pick him up". We picked him up, and ths is what he looks like:<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244179501404643154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhesDvWX6jtrDr38bu8KkV5ddjK7EXLItKihZhyoXbRZljUM_npsU6lIBRDdj2QPG90XVIuvb_mrduc1TbGl8q1U2KQAMc-oictxHbNUAWmHy4ZBcNziPE2dRvvrQzPbmoWbg82Cw8RRXR2/s200/Rudy+bites+from+GCCCC.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p>After talking to Rudy for a while, it appears that he found a fire-ant nest. We had him Benadryled to the limit, plus oatmeal baths and ointments, and 3 days later, they all blistered. I took him to school the next day, and Angie informed me that he "HAS A RASH, and we're SURE it's contagious. He has to leave." Seriously, how ignorant can you be??? And this woman is in charge of my child's safety? Hell no! Due to divine providence, Ms. Haney opened her own day care last week, and Rudy has been blissfully running into her 'school' every day.</p>Christina Baldwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16922888592685418193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7239682981702200969.post-86209936705748702732008-09-09T19:55:00.003-04:002008-09-09T20:04:25.289-04:00BRISTOL!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi93ZaetnzY1nXgLns53i-22NsO6H709qFoimp4ja906fWqexmJBwwgIDWqs3PhP-JczlWbX9XCtFT5UHV24R5MiTH1QyKZ5TmOSp95LrF5CH07AL-SnBl3paWjkOvkCjnq889JYmGrIvbB/s1600-h/Bristol+street+sign.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244175566599901442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi93ZaetnzY1nXgLns53i-22NsO6H709qFoimp4ja906fWqexmJBwwgIDWqs3PhP-JczlWbX9XCtFT5UHV24R5MiTH1QyKZ5TmOSp95LrF5CH07AL-SnBl3paWjkOvkCjnq889JYmGrIvbB/s200/Bristol+street+sign.JPG" border="0" /></a>I went to Bristol, TN for the nighttime NASCAR race in August. I was interested in going (Bristol is known as the 'toughest ticket in NASCAR'), but knew I was probably in for a pretty boring time. Turns out I actually had a great time. Our seats were good, and there were a few wrecks, and I only saw one set of extremely stinkin' drunk people. One thing I just couldn't get over is how much money is involved in NASCAR. Look at all of these people. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244175568554587042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPBnWmEnMJWrSgYGbjgdvdcOmaFWsm74iBHZO7YGSTHByMsxJvjfzUshCGTvuSrOOWc5TKjFIWtqdRwdDCyEukBvO5b9Xf0DntzBHK-eSJYGGKxPEnbZ_ZWrgnbAQOh0fTfKam5ri7Tnx-/s200/Bristol+Pledge+of+Allegiance.JPG" border="0" />At several hundred dollars a ticket, not to mention the "fan" merchandise. I love that picture though - it's the preparation for the pledge of allegiance and each pit crew is standing in a line in front of the pits. Very cool. By the way - Paula Dean was the special announcer at the beginning of the race. I do NOT recommend hearing her voice amplified on race speakers. My ears are still ringing with "Howdy Y'all!!!!"Christina Baldwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16922888592685418193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7239682981702200969.post-74726386453575416792008-09-09T19:40:00.005-04:002008-09-09T19:55:05.760-04:00Montreal in the summertime<div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244172372772300642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5MqOImoHWk_xzEw1ve8X22KrpMBJ954DdjuPhUkwKQ3NdIu48Hqq7smZwfeidX_WTrcfX5Bc0yyZhYiJSiC7qqOi8WLkzL-2zfO1uaF0XTqAY34ad4Cq1YZ3iJz4ACvGwebxIj5x9ipos/s200/Montreal+street+view.JPG" border="0" />My work team visited Montreal, Quebec for a meeting in August. It was my first time to Montreal (although, growing up in Michigan, I've been to several Canadian cities). Gracie was insanely jealous that I was going (she has been studying French for 2 years - she's SO much better at it than I was). The sights were beautiful in Old Town Montreal, <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244172368268914210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGVNor_PkfhE7Ii4yArAnxyX3fPJE238G48FDqlPNeZFNDbMzNir55_x_DnL-uPLb8-lFFQ7SZHxHOtT3y4pDKmNfmdw8IXzykwNZctsHXQEP3ozgOpfWow-amhmAHmcTpFJQu8ggUQrcA/s200/Montreal+butcher.JPG" border="0" />and the New Town had good shopping and was fairly clean, although extremely congested. I likened it to 'France without the French' - everyone was so kind and overtly gracious :) The scenery was also strange and beautiful, in that our 5 star hotel was across the street from a building that was made out of multi-colored panels of glass. I took a photo of our hotel from inside the multicolored building.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244173906629712482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXvlWfjtoSD4r_vknAl9Mn3j8mDf3ok5VDDUMAEPnQPsRE33Wo2S3LTlKrau_LQrQ8uTkrxJYo4dqJggnVzdUJ610Zzo9IMHCyVNAq0ohEalBPlkNmw1hUbMszhDgILpqsYtjx2OvQX2ho/s200/Hotel+through+glass.JPG" border="0" /></div>Christina Baldwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16922888592685418193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7239682981702200969.post-10310467160390612442008-09-09T19:11:00.004-04:002008-09-09T19:22:42.440-04:00John's 60th Birthday Party<div><br /><br /><div>John Peter Williamson turned 60 years old in December, so I decided that a nice celebration would be to invite his family down (from South Dakota/Wisconsin),<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244165635074574930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLVPpjILSfyLMt68mUO5y3abhN3dPyyo1_ZqR-7VCOFNt1YDybid-YA4Fka5IJ6u_PHYohfhYCaB3Z-QCNW-OQRjMejKNtyuvXb8PadOghpVcEeKows89LqqySdJ_QFrmmguB_8QP4pw0V/s200/Johns+party+-+siblings.JPG" border="0" />along with all of his children (JP, Ashley, Christopher, Stephanie, Gracie, Rudy, Doni) <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244164867902107218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjv0QPV9IK6EVuSSor-HITnF59e1q_eZMuiTwh9mqLXKUq2wLwn8_0cuUrLlHWrKL6LZx6cKHOiNiwlaIyCuojpg71ZAyyr1cxFnt9uFiSj6XdSkonjBe0q0NvuT0wnmdk3v2s5Qs1XZizb/s200/Johns+party+-+kids.JPG" border="0" />for a 4th of July picnic. Unfortunately, I wasn't in the most 'physically able' mood, as I returned from Costa Rica less than a week prior, but my friend Jennifer pulled off a pretty impressive gathering! The wine and grappa came out after the lunch, and that's when things got a little loud. Thank God we didn't pull out the fireworks! </div></div>Christina Baldwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16922888592685418193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7239682981702200969.post-83700824639799573362008-07-28T19:25:00.006-04:002008-07-28T19:52:40.306-04:00Costa Rica<div>Well, I finally made it to Costa Rica and back. Needless to say, the first 1/2 of the trip was amazing. It's every bit jungle-beach-GORGEOUS as it comes. The first full day, we white water rafted - Levels III and IV. It was scary and exhilerating - I loved it. Not so much fun for Kris though, who took a dive with the first level IV rapid and tore up her knee pretty bad. :(<br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><div>The next day, it was Zip Lining. I can't say enough positive things about the experience. Our guides were the utmost professionals, and really worked for thier tips. The hiking was tough, but the flying through the air part was worth it. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228211533503379330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYvwMEaWnMgGsZNB2SRZ8zMZcYriK5rt3f8qibCTVkvXlEWilK2KcvqkeMw5J83_XQOhycI0I551J-fIxkLZWU5xXQpI7zhrf_7fprxM0USQ8Qr1YBgRLFHPuDY9OnhdtlQ6oFVvnUTURK/s200/CR+-+Dina+zip+lining2.JPG" border="0" /></div></div><div>The following day, we repelled down 2 waterfalls. Can't say I would do this again. I equate it with being beat to death in a washing machine. I think repelling down a cliff would be exciting, but not being able to see where your feet need to go, and being beat with thousands of gallons of high powered water kind of sucks. There was a moment where I was pretty sure I was going to die. But I did it. Look at the guy at the bottom - WAYYYYY down at the bottom of the picture. That's where I ended up.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228216634377155986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_XVq2h0_hkdK7kzZoBXWWN4IS0ivu_yD00PqRXii5mQOl9zruf67Ri8ZLaSkosT4zHpW2Rf0GPSm5h3e0PsnXMHZKelebXjk8kOC0lecutZG2oVSKk4rxCjW9FJDfLdKpLt5uD3kQUsTY/s200/CR+-+Tina+waterfall+repelling.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>The final day, we toured a vanilla farm, and toured Manuel Antonio National Park. It was all so gorgeous. And it's hard to describe how natural it feels to be out in the open with all the animals - monkeys, bats, lizards, snakes, more monkeys and more monkeys..... </div><div> </div>Christina Baldwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16922888592685418193noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7239682981702200969.post-88581799813652628552008-05-05T20:54:00.002-04:002008-05-05T21:22:18.193-04:00Tina's 3 favorite movies<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7dYMhGoO3k3c5oL1n3u8LIXTxBZ6OUQnK_2AWgqNff8WZkh_dY3qBUXK2erUiDSsOfaKp68ea2HB2g8kqnsuSuYA7WZwXTxELUBpPjPyBViWqFc-Hic71OA3NBjgXMFi-aI0_MjSDjPFe/s1600-h/First.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197062696132163250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7dYMhGoO3k3c5oL1n3u8LIXTxBZ6OUQnK_2AWgqNff8WZkh_dY3qBUXK2erUiDSsOfaKp68ea2HB2g8kqnsuSuYA7WZwXTxELUBpPjPyBViWqFc-Hic71OA3NBjgXMFi-aI0_MjSDjPFe/s200/First.jpg" border="0" /></a> '...and if you're lucky, they'll love you back.'</div><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjskVpje6iSAQcHdBGeGS55eKhIWI4hdSc_E14YkK4fNdku8NgJsMZwvue9sKqoLMCrzs7vMWevsrjJ6qagoVxO64ZwgKDLVT0CQm4ZmbZeYwmi5jsx64a-P4xlP_xNfRBN1c7hyphenhyphenrd6WJzR/s1600-h/second.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197062700427130562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjskVpje6iSAQcHdBGeGS55eKhIWI4hdSc_E14YkK4fNdku8NgJsMZwvue9sKqoLMCrzs7vMWevsrjJ6qagoVxO64ZwgKDLVT0CQm4ZmbZeYwmi5jsx64a-P4xlP_xNfRBN1c7hyphenhyphenrd6WJzR/s200/second.jpg" border="0" /></a> 'Roll, roll, roll in ze hay..'</p><p align="center"><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP7MxS8rpEVu5djTVsZYY54iHgO67l5hqMdO1XkcWsiUfnyC2dcUtl-Ypn3Vk653JCAAuZpVmEsJ8dOotU6ENOjapYCypUWoeC7TJsNlxjQiEyauuJlpNoN2a9_xOZo9szsnOoO2-UruP_/s1600-h/third.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197062700427130578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP7MxS8rpEVu5djTVsZYY54iHgO67l5hqMdO1XkcWsiUfnyC2dcUtl-Ypn3Vk653JCAAuZpVmEsJ8dOotU6ENOjapYCypUWoeC7TJsNlxjQiEyauuJlpNoN2a9_xOZo9szsnOoO2-UruP_/s200/third.jpg" border="0" /></a> 'I am the Supreme Being. I'm not entirely dim.'<br /></p>Christina Baldwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16922888592685418193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7239682981702200969.post-8885215177818495082008-05-05T20:36:00.002-04:002008-05-05T20:54:23.625-04:00My boys..<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifOmSTqgGct6H-X9juVGrtagM4H62xVvcD77tPW5fEycR7KNM7Qy0sC3nc56XopzGfUf8hy86yfPXF67NEMPPMQLVeOfhOrW2XTu_mCWyImwDSbDEcrWvNwKif8crMBYIpm30diH5zXKji/s1600-h/Boys+at+the+Grocery+Store.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197061420526876322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifOmSTqgGct6H-X9juVGrtagM4H62xVvcD77tPW5fEycR7KNM7Qy0sC3nc56XopzGfUf8hy86yfPXF67NEMPPMQLVeOfhOrW2XTu_mCWyImwDSbDEcrWvNwKif8crMBYIpm30diH5zXKji/s200/Boys+at+the+Grocery+Store.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>My boys at the grocery store. They ride in this 'racecar' cart. And boy, is Doni mean to his brother. Doni will hit Rudy and stick his fingers in his face, and only drive with Rudy's steering wheel. He's so mean - you can't tell from this picture, can you?</div>Christina Baldwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16922888592685418193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7239682981702200969.post-9048314287388399922008-05-05T20:09:00.002-04:002008-05-05T20:35:39.699-04:00Disturbing - Rudy's "Buddies"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVcG9h3eOav7MNX21dSQWmUP_Q0aOdhy9QC16420SMz9C814EmPripTNFAiYTD_WySJf_gIuBSNlxcgU0BgrYfgLx4vwIENxs-DPyZThHpsVcPwomDMNkilq_qrG_pNcwK_rPOyrddVAov/s1600-h/Rudys+buddy.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197055983098279554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVcG9h3eOav7MNX21dSQWmUP_Q0aOdhy9QC16420SMz9C814EmPripTNFAiYTD_WySJf_gIuBSNlxcgU0BgrYfgLx4vwIENxs-DPyZThHpsVcPwomDMNkilq_qrG_pNcwK_rPOyrddVAov/s200/Rudys+buddy.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwmv0-UYiUZ8AWJ5T5ZbeuQVKYzvMJNmP6sKYtm-22f3jO1diHIhDC2gRyCzAi9dASB90PrVekw-rzluPULtxjQ9CTa_FnL4-J0m23SZaHmxfcwmHEQySfPfQARyGgQ_FOH-Dn0SUQyU7T/s1600-h/Rudys+buddies.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197055987393246866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwmv0-UYiUZ8AWJ5T5ZbeuQVKYzvMJNmP6sKYtm-22f3jO1diHIhDC2gRyCzAi9dASB90PrVekw-rzluPULtxjQ9CTa_FnL4-J0m23SZaHmxfcwmHEQySfPfQARyGgQ_FOH-Dn0SUQyU7T/s200/Rudys+buddies.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>This happened last year too. We have an abundance of 'leaf eating' caterpillars (Gypsy Moth) here, and it's the time of year when they all hatch. For some very disturbing reason, Rudy loves them. I mean, he LOVES them. He calls them his 'buddies', and he is very concerned about how much they love him, and if they are feeling ok. I couldn't make this weirdness up. Here he is spending time with his buddies. And yes, he does cry every night when he has to leave them outside and come in to bed. Can't he find a human friend??</div>Christina Baldwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16922888592685418193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7239682981702200969.post-28682382481516217332008-05-05T19:56:00.003-04:002008-05-13T14:14:41.480-04:00How we love each other....When ever the 5 of us are in the car together and we drive past someplace stinky (i.e. a farm or a fertilizer plant), someone will yell out "OOOH, it smells like ______'s butt!!" You can insert any one of our names there. It's said with love of course. However, this weekend, Rudy outdid us all. We were parked at the gas station, filling up, all being quiet, UNTIL Rudy exclaimed.............<br /><br /><br />"Gracie's butt smells like ASSoline!!!"<br /><br />None of us corrected him because we were all laughing so hard, and now we all use that phrase. I'm so proud.Christina Baldwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16922888592685418193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7239682981702200969.post-83795141496027141362008-05-05T19:50:00.001-04:002008-05-05T19:56:10.931-04:00What do you want to be when you grow up?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBZ6RahFqFKnAD0WqJ4JpmGmeJ2wW2eeZyIDonkSdfW9BUzNyK2Nopi7kmSHWf3UdfAbeDSZvF9FFVk1oxmm0wnc_V2c6H45p7x-iUof1l5ciRna6xnbBBGKaV2e8_Fl09Skx3gRZmGDTT/s1600-h/Rudy+baseball+March+2008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197046297947027026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBZ6RahFqFKnAD0WqJ4JpmGmeJ2wW2eeZyIDonkSdfW9BUzNyK2Nopi7kmSHWf3UdfAbeDSZvF9FFVk1oxmm0wnc_V2c6H45p7x-iUof1l5ciRna6xnbBBGKaV2e8_Fl09Skx3gRZmGDTT/s200/Rudy+baseball+March+2008.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>A BASEBALL PLAYER!!</div>Christina Baldwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16922888592685418193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7239682981702200969.post-71248647121963634562008-05-05T19:34:00.004-04:002008-05-05T19:48:26.869-04:00HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWruCQOGDQcQHGhO7aRaapQCIKMmk-NO-vcpMW1uUn2hdFHrG9Mcn_DUDqPWlmmUTVZvzifZZNTQMu4FiPnDOOHL6zVhyFH1Uh9P0WYMSCrCPZI1cQ0NXA6sweJmKPUMbKpj4GjOpi6iaz/s1600-h/Donis+first+birthday.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197043755326387762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWruCQOGDQcQHGhO7aRaapQCIKMmk-NO-vcpMW1uUn2hdFHrG9Mcn_DUDqPWlmmUTVZvzifZZNTQMu4FiPnDOOHL6zVhyFH1Uh9P0WYMSCrCPZI1cQ0NXA6sweJmKPUMbKpj4GjOpi6iaz/s200/Donis+first+birthday.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNUTlX0brxMh4hj_aEqyAAvjXKF_Hsja_YXg-Ygv1rzT3RopgeFiuDmF7bSWoovyTWQZYwcNXcg8MjcXh8JSfs_QlFs2C1CIYAj7fXhyphenhyphenL7lw7Q2arPy7-f-hnqxsPVc87untxker-riqK0/s1600-h/Doni+happy+cupcake.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197043759621355074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNUTlX0brxMh4hj_aEqyAAvjXKF_Hsja_YXg-Ygv1rzT3RopgeFiuDmF7bSWoovyTWQZYwcNXcg8MjcXh8JSfs_QlFs2C1CIYAj7fXhyphenhyphenL7lw7Q2arPy7-f-hnqxsPVc87untxker-riqK0/s200/Doni+happy+cupcake.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>My little man turned 1 on April 9th. As things were overly hectic around the house, we slyly celebrated his birthday a week later. We all went to Baja Bean and I brought a cupcake for Doni to eat. As any intelligent person would do, he started with the frosting. All was going well until he stuck the frosting in his eye. Then it went quickly downhill.</div>Christina Baldwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16922888592685418193noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7239682981702200969.post-19749945943234402132008-05-05T19:19:00.002-04:002008-05-05T19:34:03.663-04:00Rudy's Easter<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvJB_BI0mNUAgsjkFGBBVhEAqUM-VVwD3rS7be6Wq4bbxFcxSyXpyKAZHo0zX8FcJK535Fw1TuVXp52R-KvJLckjIul5z0qtB14WkgBoQVrGrxTWEaTkbkrqekQ_4JaNbT6IDBiMDM8_0S/s1600-h/Where+are+the+Easter+eggs+March+2008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197040813273789986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvJB_BI0mNUAgsjkFGBBVhEAqUM-VVwD3rS7be6Wq4bbxFcxSyXpyKAZHo0zX8FcJK535Fw1TuVXp52R-KvJLckjIul5z0qtB14WkgBoQVrGrxTWEaTkbkrqekQ_4JaNbT6IDBiMDM8_0S/s200/Where+are+the+Easter+eggs+March+2008.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>"How did the Easter Bunny hide those eggs so well?????"</div>Christina Baldwinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16922888592685418193noreply@blogger.com0