tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43421806893789621082024-03-13T04:11:58.223-05:00The Krutz FamilyCindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11029154566399434945noreply@blogger.comBlogger105125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4342180689378962108.post-87008185250610904022011-06-12T20:45:00.000-05:002011-06-12T20:45:58.359-05:00The Last 3 MonthsSo for me to get caught up on blogging the current events I need to just sum up what has happened in the last three. Soon after we got home from the hospital our family came to meet Mae and Walter. I apparently did an awful job of taking pictures of everyone. Here are a few of what I have from the first few days home.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Barron became obsessed with them quickly.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EoirT9j8ELI/TfAjl0tOhhI/AAAAAAAABHI/LnCQrteLr5o/s1600/IMG_2812.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EoirT9j8ELI/TfAjl0tOhhI/AAAAAAAABHI/LnCQrteLr5o/s320/IMG_2812.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He had to help us do everything. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uKhsoFlSGyM/TfAkjjzxGaI/AAAAAAAABHQ/xQgjuxlocIA/s1600/IMG_2826.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uKhsoFlSGyM/TfAkjjzxGaI/AAAAAAAABHQ/xQgjuxlocIA/s320/IMG_2826.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Barron started smiling at 5 weeks and 5 days (to be exact), When Mae and Walter had not smiled by 6 1/2 weeks I started worrying. I even called the pediatricians office to see if I should bring them in. I know they thought I was crazy. They finally smiled at 7 weeks and were about a day apart. We were told Mae had a flat head at her 2 week check-up. I later came home to Dora coming up with a home remedy to fix Mae's head.<br />
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We have really enjoyed regular visits from my Mom as well as a visit from my Aunt Lauren and Leslie.<br />
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Towards the end of May we decided to take our first road trip with everyone and head to Mississippi. It was so nice to be back at home with lots of help. <br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GQtDMFAw4no/TfVq-jAIVnI/AAAAAAAABH8/bfOX2CSAkK4/s1600/IMG_2963.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GQtDMFAw4no/TfVq-jAIVnI/AAAAAAAABH8/bfOX2CSAkK4/s320/IMG_2963.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>As wonderful as it has been for them to come into our lives, I am so glad the first three months are over!</div>Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11029154566399434945noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4342180689378962108.post-37140370626432340262011-05-27T15:22:00.000-05:002011-05-27T15:22:45.572-05:00Mae and WalterOn Friday March 4th, I decided I had to go into work the next day to help out. That morning at work became really busy. I was running around that store holding onto 11 pounds 8 ounces of just baby weight. It did me in. I went home with contractions at lunch to lay down. They kept coming and were getting stronger so I decided to call my Doctor. I new this was it and went and took a shower. I drove my self (for the second time) in labor to the hospital. Bryan stayed at home to settle Barron down who was going crazy to see both of us leave. I did not want Bryan to come, I wanted him to stay at home with Barron. So when he got to the hospital I was mad at him and told the nurse (jokingly) to not let him come back. Boy was that a mistake. I then had to tell several different people that my husband does not abuse me and we do have a loving relationship. <br />
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Mae Stovall arrived at 8:04 pm weighing 5 pounds 4 ounces. Walter Howard arrived at 8:05 pm weighing 6 pounds 4 ounces. The nurse brought Mae over and let me kiss her before they took her to the nicu to check her out. Walter was rushed immedately to the nicu because he was having breathing problems. I did get to hold Mae briefly that night, but I did not even get to see Walter until the next day.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Below is me with Walter and Barron.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-03JW4RkZk1c/TeAEL1yD1SI/AAAAAAAABGs/rhOiAE20OlY/s1600/IMG_2798.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-03JW4RkZk1c/TeAEL1yD1SI/AAAAAAAABGs/rhOiAE20OlY/s320/IMG_2798.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">This is not the cutest picture of Mae, but it cracks me up. Mae, Barron, and Walter.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AneRjh-zrUw/TeAEpFFHHQI/AAAAAAAABG4/W29AjbTOs8Y/s1600/IMG_2877.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AneRjh-zrUw/TeAEpFFHHQI/AAAAAAAABG4/W29AjbTOs8Y/s320/IMG_2877.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hopefully this is a good start back into the blogging world. More to come soon.</div>Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11029154566399434945noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4342180689378962108.post-66223665050165542502010-11-16T21:07:00.000-06:002010-11-16T21:07:28.059-06:00DisneyI have been dying to take Barron to Disney World for a long time. Since neither Bryan nor I have been there in years we really were not sure what a good age is to enjoy it. I figured this was the last time we could make it for a while so we decided to go for it.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TOM8dJHUHrI/AAAAAAAABF4/bCW18V_ztks/s1600/IMG_2713.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TOM8dJHUHrI/AAAAAAAABF4/bCW18V_ztks/s320/IMG_2713.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Barron could also do most of the rides. Several were a little scary for him, and we probably should not have taken him on the Haunted House ride. But he did enjoy most of them. I did not go on the tea cup ride, but I did get to see them try to find a cup to ride in. When they let people into the ride, they got pushed away from several of them by little girl's and their mothers. It was hilarious, they almost didn't find one.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TOM-5vvXRFI/AAAAAAAABGE/U2QwAy3CcgQ/s1600/IMG_2716.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TOM-5vvXRFI/AAAAAAAABGE/U2QwAy3CcgQ/s320/IMG_2716.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">At the end of the first day, I cannot tell you how tired I was. We watched the 3:00 parade and then headed back to take a nap. You can see how both of us were feeling here.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TONDVvtPd-I/AAAAAAAABGU/_21bF3UCqDg/s1600/IMG_2723.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TONDVvtPd-I/AAAAAAAABGU/_21bF3UCqDg/s320/IMG_2723.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>I was very surprised how many shows were available at every park. We were a little hesitant, but our guide was very persistent about us going to them. I loved all of them, especially the Lion King show. Our guide got us the royal treatment and both Bryan and Barron were chosen to participate in them.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TONEronK8KI/AAAAAAAABGY/m8McVRpY4t4/s1600/IMG_2736.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TONEronK8KI/AAAAAAAABGY/m8McVRpY4t4/s320/IMG_2736.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>I am so thankful that we went and got that time together. It will be quite a different experience the next time we make it there with 3 kids. I saw several Mom's loose their kids, so I will probably have ropes on all of them! Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11029154566399434945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4342180689378962108.post-11861219857419486962010-10-18T16:33:00.000-05:002010-10-18T16:33:40.893-05:00We are 95% sure...So we went to the doctor today in hopes of finding out what the sex is of the babies. We were at the beach office that does not have the best ultrasound machine. I have to wait for my next appointment to go to the main office for the big check up to get the 100% ok.<br />
But we decided to let you in on what we were told today:<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TLy8GA418VI/AAAAAAAABFw/mOqkIXjR7zo/s1600/sister.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TLy8GA418VI/AAAAAAAABFw/mOqkIXjR7zo/s320/sister.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>Barron would not look at the camera once, he was too busy looking at the tv even after we turned it off!<br />
The sex could change again, but Dr. Wolf seemed confident enough to give us 95%.Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11029154566399434945noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4342180689378962108.post-2491339700555613552010-10-11T20:28:00.000-05:002010-10-11T20:28:00.821-05:00I failed at my first attemptBryan decided to take a last minute trip to the Ryder Cup in Wales. When this trip started getting planned, I started planning something else in my head, a big surprise for Bryan! I imagined Bryan walking in the door and picking up Barron and realizing he was wearing big boy underwear. It was a great dream, but unfortunately that was all it was.<br />
I have heard from lots of people since Barron is a boy to just wait until he is 3 to potty train. Well since we will have two more babies by then, I decided I have to get this conquered. Barron does go in the potty a lot for us, but we have never just taken off the diaper. While Bryan was watching golf and sightseeing in Europe...<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TLO0VFrntII/AAAAAAAABFQ/vOEssXJt7uQ/s1600/stonehenge.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TLO0VFrntII/AAAAAAAABFQ/vOEssXJt7uQ/s320/stonehenge.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>I was going to be spending 3 days locked in the house with Barron. At the start of day 1, I put Barron's new underwear on and of course took pictures.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TLO1FbKYJ1I/AAAAAAAABFU/dwFboS7WuEU/s1600/B+underwear.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TLO1FbKYJ1I/AAAAAAAABFU/dwFboS7WuEU/s320/B+underwear.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>If you had seen a picture of me at the end of the day, it would have been me crying. Every time he forgot to tell me first that he had to use the restroom, I continued to replace the underwear, as well as wash my slipcovers. After the fourth pair, I took them off completely and Barron went around with a t-shirt on only. Barron continued to get frustrated with me taking him to the restroom, so he threw a temper tantrum every time I tried. So by afternoon I was resorting to him going outside. We definitely look like the rednecks of the neighborhood now! After many mess ups, I decided to give up and wait for Daddy to get home to help me.<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">So we ended up joining Grandma at the beach for the next two days.</div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TLO2lRmkfrI/AAAAAAAABFc/X1lqskwAQ1s/s1600/B+sand.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TLO2lRmkfrI/AAAAAAAABFc/X1lqskwAQ1s/s320/B+sand.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TLO2silBo6I/AAAAAAAABFg/NXly4nKa3S0/s1600/B+wadding.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TLO2silBo6I/AAAAAAAABFg/NXly4nKa3S0/s320/B+wadding.jpg" width="240" /></a></div>We are going to give it another go soon. I am pretty sure with Daddy here, Barron will behave a little better!Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11029154566399434945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4342180689378962108.post-21020020905806536652010-09-27T21:11:00.000-05:002010-09-27T21:11:03.702-05:00Wow, it's been a while!I am so sorry for my absence, but I think I have a really good excuse! I am sure the majority of you know that we are expecting twins. Because of this, I decided I better change the header from Barron's name to the entire family since the twins will be included soon.<br />
Since I have not blogged since the end of July I better show a few pics of Barron and Patrick in Cabo. They have a love/hate relationship. They are always glad to see each other, but then immediately start yelling "mine." Uncle Cole was even the target one day!<br />
<div style="text-align: center;">Here is the beginning of a fight over the rock.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TKFK8lHIY1I/AAAAAAAABE8/4bXO-DZtvbQ/s1600/b+and+p+fighting.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TKFK8lHIY1I/AAAAAAAABE8/4bXO-DZtvbQ/s320/b+and+p+fighting.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here they are getting along watching the fish. They were always fun to go feed in the mornings.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TKFLYNdJkzI/AAAAAAAABFA/HqcYBtRgPUw/s1600/b+p+fish.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TKFLYNdJkzI/AAAAAAAABFA/HqcYBtRgPUw/s320/b+p+fish.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Grandma got the grandkids matching swimsuits to get a picture in. This became more difficult than we thought and this was the best one that I got. Ellie turned 2 months old while in Cabo, she is the best baby!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TKFL-DOV20I/AAAAAAAABFE/MpBaXix6GNk/s1600/cuzs.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TKFL-DOV20I/AAAAAAAABFE/MpBaXix6GNk/s320/cuzs.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">We got to go to an Ole Miss game last weekend. It was really hot, but we got to see both Grandparents which is always a treat. Barron talks about them all of the time!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TKFMmqKEv2I/AAAAAAAABFI/npiFrSePLrY/s1600/barron+8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TKFMmqKEv2I/AAAAAAAABFI/npiFrSePLrY/s320/barron+8.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">We even got a chance to see Grace. We may not be the best team this year, but at least we look cute!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TKFN8ARcKSI/AAAAAAAABFM/psugFZQjAbk/s1600/barron+and+grace.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TKFN8ARcKSI/AAAAAAAABFM/psugFZQjAbk/s320/barron+and+grace.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Now that I am in my second trimester I am starting to get more energy. So hopefully I will be finding more time to make updates, if anyone even reads this anymore! </div>Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11029154566399434945noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4342180689378962108.post-76007716882716637042010-07-30T21:12:00.000-05:002010-07-30T21:12:45.622-05:00July...July just flew by for us. Yet again, I have not done a good job in updating the blog. So here is what we were doing this past month.<br />
We went to Vacation Bible School again this year and Barron was able to enjoy it a lot more this time. I still went with him, which was fun to see him interacting with other kids. He gets overly excited about everything, it's so sweet. Here are a couple iphone pics of him and the kids playing:<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TFN9tXGA8PI/AAAAAAAABDo/eq_fxUSKiXI/s1600/vaca+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TFN9tXGA8PI/AAAAAAAABDo/eq_fxUSKiXI/s320/vaca+1.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TFN90oef-0I/AAAAAAAABDw/B4_BYHHj6fM/s1600/vaca+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TFN90oef-0I/AAAAAAAABDw/B4_BYHHj6fM/s320/vaca+2.jpg" /></a></div>We are also still working on our swimming. He is definitely not close yet, but he has gotten use to wearing a puddle jumper. It's amazing how it lets him float and kick around the pool by himself. He won't even let me hold onto him anymore. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TFN-z0h0GdI/AAAAAAAABD4/EeWcE_1JOu4/s1600/puddle+jumper.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TFN-z0h0GdI/AAAAAAAABD4/EeWcE_1JOu4/s320/puddle+jumper.jpg" /></a></div>My parent's have been asking me for a while to let Barron come stay a week with them. I finally decided to get over my selfishness and let them have him. It was so weird being at home without him there. So Bryan and I pretty much worked the entire week, and went out to dinner every night.<br />
Barron has been calling my Dad, Papa for over a year now, but he will not call my Mom anything. (I can't completely blame him since she has changed her name on him a few times!) Well this week he came up with her name: Mama Gah? Who knows if it will stick.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TFOACYz-ULI/AAAAAAAABEA/AhbMgD2FEiA/s1600/barron+papa+mama+gah.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TFOACYz-ULI/AAAAAAAABEA/AhbMgD2FEiA/s320/barron+papa+mama+gah.jpg" /></a></div>So Papa and Mama Gah decided to get Barron some golf lessons. There is a video of the lesson and it is crazy to see him actually swing by himself at the end. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TFOAg7h8zsI/AAAAAAAABEI/02HeuyXHP2E/s1600/golf+swing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TFOAg7h8zsI/AAAAAAAABEI/02HeuyXHP2E/s320/golf+swing.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">He also got to see a lot of family. I just wish I was there to see them too!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TFODn9_8yBI/AAAAAAAABEQ/eFA_t_ELMQU/s1600/barron+and+gdad+H.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TFODn9_8yBI/AAAAAAAABEQ/eFA_t_ELMQU/s320/barron+and+gdad+H.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TFODpOtogPI/AAAAAAAABEY/QPVEpb20xhQ/s1600/barron+and+granddad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TFODpOtogPI/AAAAAAAABEY/QPVEpb20xhQ/s320/barron+and+granddad.jpg" /></a></div>Papa and Mama Gah took Barron to Memphis to see Aunt Amy and Eric and Mama Gah's family. Aunt Amy was sweet enough to not only let Barron stay with her, but also to sleep with her that night. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TFOETkTaDpI/AAAAAAAABEg/-Tx5BzHieYc/s1600/aimee+and+b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TFOETkTaDpI/AAAAAAAABEg/-Tx5BzHieYc/s320/aimee+and+b.jpg" /></a></div>As sad as I am that I was not there for Barron's first visit to the Zoo, I am just glad he got to finally go!<br />
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As good as July is for my business, I will be happy to see it go. I'm ready for a little bit of freedom now that the summer season is about to end. I'm also ready for a break from the heat, but that won't be happening for a while!</div>Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11029154566399434945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4342180689378962108.post-55974722101082663042010-07-05T16:00:00.000-05:002010-07-05T16:00:10.688-05:00The Past Month...This has been an extremely busy summer trying to get Willow + Woods opened and spending as much time as possible with my boys. Pretty much every hour of the day I spend either working or getting home as fast as possible to Barron. Barron has gotten a lot of Daddy time. I don't think Barron realizes how lucky he is to have such a wonderful father. I know I count my blessings every day!<br />
This is what Barron looks like when he eats spaghetti with Dada and not Mama helping him out. Bryan said Barron decided to put the fork down and start eating it with his hands, it's hard for me to look at.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TDJBLBLan6I/AAAAAAAABCg/8Ta_7LBgfnc/s1600/IMG_2555.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TDJBLBLan6I/AAAAAAAABCg/8Ta_7LBgfnc/s320/IMG_2555.JPG" /></a></div>Barron also likes to pile all of his toys on top of Dada when he is trying to watch tv. I think it's Barron's way of getting the attention back on himself.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TDJCjkVhx-I/AAAAAAAABCo/2nPkP7iX9uM/s1600/IMG_2524.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TDJCjkVhx-I/AAAAAAAABCo/2nPkP7iX9uM/s320/IMG_2524.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TDJC6bTG1oI/AAAAAAAABCw/xMf5d6e4kog/s1600/IMG_2525.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TDJC6bTG1oI/AAAAAAAABCw/xMf5d6e4kog/s320/IMG_2525.JPG" /></a></div>Barron just finished taking swimming lessons. We had to go 4 days a week for 2 weeks, which was a lot! I am not really sure how well Barron did. He does not float at all, but the teacher kept telling me "he has a strong kick." (I think she was just trying to say something positive.)<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TDJENUvN44I/AAAAAAAABDA/enfh48yJ09E/s1600/photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TDJENUvN44I/AAAAAAAABDA/enfh48yJ09E/s320/photo.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TDJEGAqt1BI/AAAAAAAABC4/LJAqSRETwMU/s1600/barron+kicking.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TDJEGAqt1BI/AAAAAAAABC4/LJAqSRETwMU/s320/barron+kicking.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">He is holding on with his life here, because he does NOT like being on his back. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TDJE2VVdAEI/AAAAAAAABDI/GnhAWgFUudg/s1600/IMG_2563.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TDJE2VVdAEI/AAAAAAAABDI/GnhAWgFUudg/s320/IMG_2563.JPG" /></a></div>We also had a visit by Uncle Wiley and Aunt Courtney. They were sweet enough to come stay with us and I know Barron really enjoyed it. We love Wawa, we have lots of conversations with him on our fake phone!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TDJF6nJ4E-I/AAAAAAAABDQ/Gjf2khNzivw/s1600/IMG_2546.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TDJF6nJ4E-I/AAAAAAAABDQ/Gjf2khNzivw/s320/IMG_2546.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TDJG9rCFWZI/AAAAAAAABDg/5SLkluHBydM/s1600/IMG_2545.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TDJG9rCFWZI/AAAAAAAABDg/5SLkluHBydM/s320/IMG_2545.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TDJGkhAUV3I/AAAAAAAABDY/ZPbGtc9iZuQ/s1600/IMG_2548.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TDJGkhAUV3I/AAAAAAAABDY/ZPbGtc9iZuQ/s320/IMG_2548.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I promise I will be back soon!</div>Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11029154566399434945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4342180689378962108.post-50948748259442841572010-06-08T21:01:00.000-05:002010-06-08T21:01:29.613-05:00Memorial Weekend<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">We were blessed to have both sets of Grandparents as well as Aunt Amy come visit us for Memorial Weekend. It was fun to think what it would be like to always have them around. Barron would be in Heaven! He LOVES being the center of attention and that is where he is when they are around. It was also my birthday weekend, but birthdays on Memorial Weekend are not much fun if you are a business owner down on the beach. So while I worked Barron got to play!</span></span></span></span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TA7xjw1cjpI/AAAAAAAABBw/5MYOyrfP7UU/s1600/grandmothers+and+barron.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TA7xjw1cjpI/AAAAAAAABBw/5MYOyrfP7UU/s320/grandmothers+and+barron.jpg" /></a></div>I would love to have been a fly on an umbrella and watch those ladies above with Barron. I'm sure they were holding onto him and not letting him 2 inches from them. <br />
I did get to get away at night time and got to celebrate my birthday. They were sweet to surprise me with a cake and a special dinner. Barron is eyeing the cake and about to get into it.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TA7ya9VPTmI/AAAAAAAABB4/8lAGw8pVQH0/s1600/cindy+birthday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TA7ya9VPTmI/AAAAAAAABB4/8lAGw8pVQH0/s320/cindy+birthday.jpg" /></a></div>We always do a lot of posting up at the Wine Bar for big weekends but this weekend we were there a whole lot. My Dad came to town with his cooker and smoked ribs, chicken, and sausage with Bryan for the wine bar. Barron enjoyed helping them out and hanging out behind the bar...........<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TA7zMbkA5WI/AAAAAAAABCA/xw0pCUn6CNE/s1600/carter+and+barron.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TA7zMbkA5WI/AAAAAAAABCA/xw0pCUn6CNE/s320/carter+and+barron.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">and at the bar, and yes "I have a baby at a bar!" (love that quote from Sweet Home Alabama)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TA7zfbcbekI/AAAAAAAABCI/u_9houYJqRk/s1600/amy+and+barron.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TA7zfbcbekI/AAAAAAAABCI/u_9houYJqRk/s320/amy+and+barron.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I think Barron is going to be like his Mama and love to dance. Every time we go somewhere where there is music playing he is going to be front and center every time. But instead of getting his Mama's moves I think he got his Dada's. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TA7z5f8ZEhI/AAAAAAAABCQ/eIo_9yPp8gM/s1600/barron+dancing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TA7z5f8ZEhI/AAAAAAAABCQ/eIo_9yPp8gM/s320/barron+dancing.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">But I will dance with him any day!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TA70F9RKq7I/AAAAAAAABCY/um3gs6vGn7k/s1600/barron+and+cindy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/TA70F9RKq7I/AAAAAAAABCY/um3gs6vGn7k/s320/barron+and+cindy.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">{photos courtesy of Aunt Amy}</div>Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11029154566399434945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4342180689378962108.post-64809647363366093702010-05-26T20:22:00.000-05:002010-05-26T20:22:52.737-05:00Sorry, it's been a while...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sorry, I have been really bad with keeping up with the blog and we feel really bad...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S_3Gz4r4CPI/AAAAAAAABAw/fFxbBKIlj_M/s1600/IMG_2519.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S_3Gz4r4CPI/AAAAAAAABAw/fFxbBKIlj_M/s320/IMG_2519.JPG" /></a></div><br />
It has been extremely busy here. During our extra time we have been getting Barron out to the beach and pool as much as possible. So this has been what we have been doing during our down time.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S_3HiZIWZcI/AAAAAAAABBQ/LoOrGFmLijQ/s1600/barron+sunbathing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration: none;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S_3HiZIWZcI/AAAAAAAABBQ/LoOrGFmLijQ/s320/barron+sunbathing.jpg" /></a></div>Barron's hair is getting blonder and his skin is getting tanner. He is starting to look like a beach boy! He is getting a lot better at talking. He can count to ten and repeat the alphabet. He can say the first few letters by himself but then he needs help reminding him of the rest. <br />
I am sure a lot of you have heard but the reason I have been so busy is because Celia and I are opening another store. It will be called Willow + Woods, clothing for men and women. Here are a few pics of it with nothing in it. You can see Barron in the background running free. (but not for long)<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S_3I6PP1QWI/AAAAAAAABBg/Rk3ACJ2S3oY/s1600/willow+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S_3I6PP1QWI/AAAAAAAABBg/Rk3ACJ2S3oY/s320/willow+2.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S_3I8BnhjRI/AAAAAAAABBo/68zdt53GNaQ/s1600/willow+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S_3I8BnhjRI/AAAAAAAABBo/68zdt53GNaQ/s320/willow+1.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I promise I will do better with the blog. Happy Memorial Weekend!</div>Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11029154566399434945noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4342180689378962108.post-25934294954076541092010-05-09T21:08:00.000-05:002010-05-09T21:08:46.828-05:00Party Time!!!Since we were in California for Barron's second birthday I decided to have Barron's birthday party after we returned. We live in a community that is right on a big lake, that has docks lining it. I thought it would be fun to grill out next to it. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S-doS7bo7HI/AAAAAAAABAg/ZqbnE9yk4J0/s1600/IMG_2493.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S-doS7bo7HI/AAAAAAAABAg/ZqbnE9yk4J0/s320/IMG_2493.JPG" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">It was a lot of work but thankfully my sweet husband did not play golf that day! The party was on a Sunday making it hard for our families to make it. But my sweet Mother drove all the way here for one night to be at Barron's party. It meant the world to us and she was a big help.</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S-dj1nLPIFI/AAAAAAAAA_o/JEqgciPrGGc/s1600/IMG_2514.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S-dj1nLPIFI/AAAAAAAAA_o/JEqgciPrGGc/s320/IMG_2514.JPG" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">For some reason most of Barron's age group here are boys. We try to get together weekly, so they have gotten to really know each other. It's fun to watch them play.</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S-dk-vKjXwI/AAAAAAAAA_4/r8lxEqTUdVE/s1600/IMG_2509.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S-dk-vKjXwI/AAAAAAAAA_4/r8lxEqTUdVE/s320/IMG_2509.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S-dkpViH9KI/AAAAAAAAA_w/mHAxiifCLQY/s1600/IMG_2491.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S-dkpViH9KI/AAAAAAAAA_w/mHAxiifCLQY/s320/IMG_2491.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I do not have any close ups of Barron's cake but I am happy to say that it was spelled correctly!!! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S-dmCMUDHlI/AAAAAAAABAA/06cEkxr_UEw/s1600/IMG_2495.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S-dmCMUDHlI/AAAAAAAABAA/06cEkxr_UEw/s320/IMG_2495.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S-dmW_sxLDI/AAAAAAAABAI/mHImsPe9BN4/s1600/IMG_2496.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S-dmW_sxLDI/AAAAAAAABAI/mHImsPe9BN4/s320/IMG_2496.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S-doqQL3rGI/AAAAAAAABAo/Zl_lsm8Vxp4/s1600/IMG_2500.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S-doqQL3rGI/AAAAAAAABAo/Zl_lsm8Vxp4/s320/IMG_2500.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">We are blessed with so many great, supporting friends. It makes having parties much more fun.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S-dnhUxUHUI/AAAAAAAABAQ/oDmPKBqtY8Q/s1600/IMG_2506.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S-dnhUxUHUI/AAAAAAAABAQ/oDmPKBqtY8Q/s320/IMG_2506.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S-dn3JeW2TI/AAAAAAAABAY/Ikl6O9BLtok/s1600/IMG_2505.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S-dn3JeW2TI/AAAAAAAABAY/Ikl6O9BLtok/s320/IMG_2505.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11029154566399434945noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4342180689378962108.post-8412941077447656772010-04-14T22:15:00.000-05:002010-04-14T22:15:16.058-05:00Fred turns 60 and Barron turns 2The entire Krutz clan got to head to California to celebrate Granddad Krutz's 60th Birthday. We made our first stop in San Francisco. There we got to go up to wine country during the day and taste some really good wines. Barron enjoyed the big city a lot more than I thought he would. He LOVED all of the cars, buses, and fire trucks that were constantly going by. I forgot to take my camera with me the entire time we were in San Francisco. I got one iphone pic of Barron and I while out shopping...<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S8aCi7l_JSI/AAAAAAAAA_g/CToP3QxkF4s/s1600/san+fran.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S8aCi7l_JSI/AAAAAAAAA_g/CToP3QxkF4s/s320/san+fran.jpg" /></a></div>We then headed south to Carmel to the Pebble Beach Food and Wine Event. Patrick's wine, Krutz Family Cellars, was poured at the event. While there, Bryan got to play for his first time at Pebble Beach. We met the men on the 18th hole to bring them some champagne.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S8Z16D7APUI/AAAAAAAAA9g/yHyiEjYSTBs/s1600/IMG_2347.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S8Z16D7APUI/AAAAAAAAA9g/yHyiEjYSTBs/s320/IMG_2347.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Barron could not stay away once he saw his Dad, and ran out there to finish the hole with them.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S8Z2PTLXL2I/AAAAAAAAA9o/xTBN2bVBkW0/s1600/IMG_2360.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S8Z2PTLXL2I/AAAAAAAAA9o/xTBN2bVBkW0/s320/IMG_2360.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S8Z2mPHAWdI/AAAAAAAAA9w/TFAGQXYNeCU/s1600/IMG_2367.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S8Z2mPHAWdI/AAAAAAAAA9w/TFAGQXYNeCU/s320/IMG_2367.JPG" /></a></div>We then had to find some wine to finish our day with. Barron and Patrick enjoyed running around and playing.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S8Z4k38tleI/AAAAAAAAA94/vawrO6RYLBo/s1600/IMG_2382.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S8Z4k38tleI/AAAAAAAAA94/vawrO6RYLBo/s320/IMG_2382.JPG" /></a></div>Barron is very affectionate and continued to try to kiss or hug on Patrick. Patrick refused to let Barron do it and I think even got annoyed with him. Here is Barron going in for a kiss...<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S8Z5BaSKEdI/AAAAAAAAA-A/XTw9Ni3lSqk/s1600/IMG_2380.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S8Z5BaSKEdI/AAAAAAAAA-A/XTw9Ni3lSqk/s320/IMG_2380.JPG" /></a></div>Since we were in Carmel we had to make a stop at the Cheese Shop. The Cheese Shop is the reason all of the Krutz boys are in the wine business. It is a lot of fun to hang out there (even for the little ones).<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S8Z7MuXQ79I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/1fNFokrSqA4/s1600/IMG_2398.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S8Z7MuXQ79I/AAAAAAAAA-Q/1fNFokrSqA4/s320/IMG_2398.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S8Z6z-pzFOI/AAAAAAAAA-I/EBgje96kFGs/s1600/IMG_2403.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S8Z6z-pzFOI/AAAAAAAAA-I/EBgje96kFGs/s320/IMG_2403.JPG" /></a></div>After getting a bunch of cheese and wine we headed to some rocks on 17 mile drive. Saying it was cold is an understatement!<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S8Z-cxYCWmI/AAAAAAAAA-4/UUMUT5SZ3eg/s1600/IMG_2446.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S8Z-cxYCWmI/AAAAAAAAA-4/UUMUT5SZ3eg/s320/IMG_2446.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S8Z-z_OkkfI/AAAAAAAAA_A/1Bu09bNChF0/s1600/IMG_2444.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S8Z-z_OkkfI/AAAAAAAAA_A/1Bu09bNChF0/s320/IMG_2444.JPG" /></a></div>We gave Barron a Pebble Beach hat for his birthday. He has started to love a baseball hat so he was proud to wear his around. We had trouble getting him to take it off.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S8Z-JOSlqDI/AAAAAAAAA-w/in8HuFF56fo/s1600/IMG_2432.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S8Z-JOSlqDI/AAAAAAAAA-w/in8HuFF56fo/s320/IMG_2432.JPG" /></a></div>That night for Barron's birthday we all went to dinner. We learned quickly that the boys did better at the table when they were sitting together. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S8aAdA7P3bI/AAAAAAAAA_I/-5ekw4l_93w/s1600/IMG_2474.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S8aAdA7P3bI/AAAAAAAAA_I/-5ekw4l_93w/s320/IMG_2474.JPG" /></a></div>It would only be fitting for Barron's cake to be mis-spelled again. Either Barron is hard to spell or I am hard to understand (and I believe I know which one my Dad would say). Maybe one day we will get Barron's cake right!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S8aAx0wIZTI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/s3BMXkINNb4/s1600/IMG_2481.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S8aAx0wIZTI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/s3BMXkINNb4/s320/IMG_2481.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S8aBHiu_btI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/mjOUVLErwfk/s1600/IMG_2483.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S8aBHiu_btI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/mjOUVLErwfk/s320/IMG_2483.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">It was a wonderful week celebrating with family. I wish we were together more often!</div>Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11029154566399434945noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4342180689378962108.post-41337999315728461772010-03-24T10:09:00.000-05:002010-03-24T10:09:22.824-05:00How My Boy Has Grown.My precious baby is about to turn 2 in a few weeks. I have mixed emotions about that day, but it will be here before I know it.<br />
Here is Barron last February looking out the window. He was 10 months old and not walking yet. I am sure he crawled over there and got himself up. It is so hard for me to remember him like that. He was so chubby then.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S6om08mjIKI/AAAAAAAAA84/qcmPPP9SQGk/s1600/IMG_0526.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S6om08mjIKI/AAAAAAAAA84/qcmPPP9SQGk/s320/IMG_0526.JPG" /></a><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S6onLQ_oiuI/AAAAAAAAA9A/VEuFb4dKMmo/s1600/IMG_0524.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S6onLQ_oiuI/AAAAAAAAA9A/VEuFb4dKMmo/s320/IMG_0524.JPG" /></a></div>Here he is last month. I remembered that pic (above) of him and wanted to see the height difference in a year. The funny thing is, he's only about 3 pounds heavier now than he was then.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S6ooMf_4xOI/AAAAAAAAA9I/cFSP9oRv00M/s1600/IMG_2242.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S6ooMf_4xOI/AAAAAAAAA9I/cFSP9oRv00M/s320/IMG_2242.JPG" /></a></div>My tall little baby is unfortunately called a toddler now and likes to take care of his own babies. They get to eat with us a lot of times at dinner. And get a bite of food before Barron! (whatever it takes to get him to eat.)<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S6opQGIUzNI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/i1kSUAiN4K8/s1600/IMG_2245.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S6opQGIUzNI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/i1kSUAiN4K8/s320/IMG_2245.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S6opnFlDW3I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/8Y9i0wx3l5Q/s1600/IMG_2204.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S6opnFlDW3I/AAAAAAAAA9Y/8Y9i0wx3l5Q/s320/IMG_2204.JPG" /></a></div>Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11029154566399434945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4342180689378962108.post-34119900059424124822010-03-14T21:19:00.000-05:002010-03-14T21:19:52.889-05:00Fordham Turns 4Yesterday we went to our good friend's Morgan and Will's son's birthday party. The theme was super hero's and Fordham dressed up as the dark Spider Man.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S52RlCJhadI/AAAAAAAAA8I/XzKcY9lJA5g/s1600-h/IMG_2325.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S52RlCJhadI/AAAAAAAAA8I/XzKcY9lJA5g/s320/IMG_2325.JPG" /></a></div>Barron does not have any super hero costumes so Fordham was kind enough to let Barron borrow one of his old ones. So Barron went as Spider Man.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S52Q9STkXpI/AAAAAAAAA8A/pTjMLSgNU-U/s1600-h/IMG_2312.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S52Q9STkXpI/AAAAAAAAA8A/pTjMLSgNU-U/s320/IMG_2312.JPG" /></a></div>While out with Morgan and Will several weeks ago, and after a few cocktails, we got the great idea that Bryan and Will would dress up as well. Bryan would be Batman and Will would be Robin. That night we all thought it was the best idea ever! I think the day of the party the idea became a little more embarrassing. But both Bryan and Will stepped up to the plate and did it.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S52TMigsHAI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/J0hkspJ3br0/s1600-h/IMG_2329.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S52TMigsHAI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/J0hkspJ3br0/s320/IMG_2329.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The kids loved them! They were constantly wanting to wrestle with them in the jumpy house.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S52TwGcuz7I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/ZYuaKawDdmg/s1600-h/IMG_2323.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S52TwGcuz7I/AAAAAAAAA8Y/ZYuaKawDdmg/s320/IMG_2323.JPG" /></a></div>Most of the time Batman was playing with the older kids in the jumpy house but Barron got a little bit of time with him. Morgan's Dad, who is also a Barron, dressed up as Spiderman. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S52U7YdS6BI/AAAAAAAAA8g/yVzWlrzbR_g/s1600-h/IMG_2318.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S52U7YdS6BI/AAAAAAAAA8g/yVzWlrzbR_g/s320/IMG_2318.JPG" /></a></div>Batman and Spiderman were nice enough to pause for a few minutes to pose with me. (by the way there were 30 mph wind gusts and my hair was out of control!)<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S52Vi78bMEI/AAAAAAAAA8o/ZE2dCMGF4oM/s1600-h/Fordham%27s+bday+party.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S52Vi78bMEI/AAAAAAAAA8o/ZE2dCMGF4oM/s320/Fordham%27s+bday+party.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I just love my super heroes!!!</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S52WGXtVD9I/AAAAAAAAA8w/St12D03twe0/s1600-h/IMG_2313.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S52WGXtVD9I/AAAAAAAAA8w/St12D03twe0/s320/IMG_2313.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">We had the best time. I think Bryan and Will may have another way to make some money on the side.</div>Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11029154566399434945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4342180689378962108.post-80650778043569946172010-03-08T20:27:00.000-06:002010-03-08T20:27:09.940-06:00The Weight IssueSo we went for our yearly check-up and found that everything is good except that Bailey needs to lose 15 pounds. That is a lot for a dog. This really upset Bailey, she hates diets!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S5WulkSghgI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/RCaqsfRJ9Tk/s1600-h/IMG_2214.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S5WulkSghgI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/RCaqsfRJ9Tk/s320/IMG_2214.JPG" /></a></div>She has definitely always been over-weight but I think I know where to direct most of the blame.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S5WvJajFCJI/AAAAAAAAA7g/9ggiFNPSaMk/s1600-h/IMG_2307.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S5WvJajFCJI/AAAAAAAAA7g/9ggiFNPSaMk/s320/IMG_2307.JPG" /></a></div>Since we leave food in the bowl all day for Dylan to eat when he likes, Barron has figured out that Bailey enjoys to get nibbles from that bowl throughout the day. Don't worry he also feeds Dylan as well.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S5Wwgha6jjI/AAAAAAAAA7w/9XLfIf9pF3o/s1600-h/IMG_2309.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S5Wwgha6jjI/AAAAAAAAA7w/9XLfIf9pF3o/s320/IMG_2309.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S5WwKFxt13I/AAAAAAAAA7o/QdU040jYyK4/s1600-h/IMG_2305.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S5WwKFxt13I/AAAAAAAAA7o/QdU040jYyK4/s320/IMG_2305.JPG" /></a></div>The other way Bailey gets fed is at the dinner table. Barron does not mind dropping a few bites for her.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S5WxJ4YpFAI/AAAAAAAAA74/KuVXNF3fQIA/s1600-h/IMG_2249.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S5WxJ4YpFAI/AAAAAAAAA74/KuVXNF3fQIA/s320/IMG_2249.JPG" /></a></div>Hopefully we will get the weight issue under control! I want her to have many more years with us.Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11029154566399434945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4342180689378962108.post-43749009419365625522010-02-28T20:50:00.000-06:002010-02-28T20:50:02.099-06:00Ski TripIt has been a crazy month so I apologize for zero posts. We got to go on our annual ski trip, except without the entire Krutz clan. The plan was Bryan, Barron and I to go with my parents and Fred and Cherry. But because of this winter's crazy weather pattern my parents could not make it. <br />
Barron is old enough this year to enjoy more things but is still not old enough to go skiing. Hopefully next year I will be posting pics of Barron skiing!<br />
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He really loved the snow as long as he didn't have to touch it. Unfortunately, he called it Wa Wa (which is what he calls water). I corrected him over and over again but it just didn't work! In the afternoons we would take Barron sledding.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S4slesgnTQI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/2UlgNZk4akI/s1600-h/IMG_2271.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S4slesgnTQI/AAAAAAAAA6Y/2UlgNZk4akI/s320/IMG_2271.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S4slycuhV6I/AAAAAAAAA6g/cqLlAk_iNQA/s1600-h/IMG_2265.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S4slycuhV6I/AAAAAAAAA6g/cqLlAk_iNQA/s320/IMG_2265.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S4slLE1nzEI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/4uUrYoO0jsg/s1600-h/IMG_2276.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S4slLE1nzEI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/4uUrYoO0jsg/s320/IMG_2276.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> Then we would head to the swimming pool / hot tub.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S4smrAx_pRI/AAAAAAAAA6o/Gyg_ug-OYvs/s1600-h/IMG_2301.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S4smrAx_pRI/AAAAAAAAA6o/Gyg_ug-OYvs/s320/IMG_2301.JPG" /></a></div>One day we had a pretty good snow storm so everyone took the day off from skiing and we got to enjoy the town. It had the cutest downtown area.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S4soTozamxI/AAAAAAAAA7A/5X-33qNg9Iw/s1600-h/IMG_2289.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S4soTozamxI/AAAAAAAAA7A/5X-33qNg9Iw/s320/IMG_2289.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S4sn5xcZW1I/AAAAAAAAA64/fb6f_Q091GU/s1600-h/IMG_2287.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S4sn5xcZW1I/AAAAAAAAA64/fb6f_Q091GU/s320/IMG_2287.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S4snf8ztakI/AAAAAAAAA6w/-fNujWDvKDU/s1600-h/IMG_2285.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S4snf8ztakI/AAAAAAAAA6w/-fNujWDvKDU/s320/IMG_2285.JPG" /></a></div>As excited as we were about going skiing with both Grandparents we were glad that one set was able to make it. They were a lot of help!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S4spUvJIslI/AAAAAAAAA7I/-ZRdAEP8iuY/s1600-h/IMG_2282.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S4spUvJIslI/AAAAAAAAA7I/-ZRdAEP8iuY/s320/IMG_2282.JPG" /></a></div>Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11029154566399434945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4342180689378962108.post-83142888251946179552010-01-31T20:59:00.000-06:002010-01-31T20:59:22.435-06:00Meet Our New PetI am not sure where exactly I got the idea to get a fish. Maybe it came to me the 10,000th time I watched Dorothy on Elmo's World. But I decided to go get Barron A goldfish. I thought <span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;">or wasn't thinking</span> it would be a wonderful experience for Barron to go to a pet store. He did enjoy seeing the rabbits, eels, hampsters, and rats (yes I said rats). <br />
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But after getting everything we needed at the pet store and hanging out there a while longer we had to get on home. This is when the breakdown started...<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S2Y6bT8BTRI/AAAAAAAAA44/ugMjqsimoH0/s1600-h/IMG_2208.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S2Y6bT8BTRI/AAAAAAAAA44/ugMjqsimoH0/s320/IMG_2208.JPG" /></a></div>Barron then threw himself on the gross floor so I had to quickly grab him. He left kicking and screaming all the way to the car. It was a long trip home!<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S2Y7xb1YSQI/AAAAAAAAA5A/2HWGk6-ELDs/s1600-h/IMG_2209.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S2Y7xb1YSQI/AAAAAAAAA5A/2HWGk6-ELDs/s320/IMG_2209.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">So I went to get A goldfish and left with three betta fish. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Meet Blue Fish:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S2Y8fhCVrnI/AAAAAAAAA5I/VhJbqMF5abI/s1600-h/IMG_2221.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S2Y8fhCVrnI/AAAAAAAAA5I/VhJbqMF5abI/s320/IMG_2221.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Red Fish:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S2Y857RWQpI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/xWSMdAkyjUM/s1600-h/IMG_2222.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S2Y857RWQpI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/xWSMdAkyjUM/s320/IMG_2222.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">and Turk the Jerk: </div><div style="text-align: center;"> (he is a little bit more aggressive with the other fish)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S2Y9S5k1TkI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/ZUkcMuYT_-U/s1600-h/IMG_2224.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S2Y9S5k1TkI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/ZUkcMuYT_-U/s320/IMG_2224.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Barron loves to watch them and he even helps me feed them.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S2Y-nFi6FlI/AAAAAAAAA5g/Hllr5woPcaA/s1600-h/IMG_2219.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S2Y-nFi6FlI/AAAAAAAAA5g/Hllr5woPcaA/s320/IMG_2219.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S2Y_EdV1MfI/AAAAAAAAA5o/WUvhJrwWbl8/s1600-h/IMG_2231.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S2Y_EdV1MfI/AAAAAAAAA5o/WUvhJrwWbl8/s320/IMG_2231.JPG" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S2Y_gCiqMLI/AAAAAAAAA5w/v8HJRa1Rz2s/s1600-h/IMG_2236.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S2Y_gCiqMLI/AAAAAAAAA5w/v8HJRa1Rz2s/s320/IMG_2236.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Here is Red and Turk trying to fight, they are gorgeous when they puff up. It's a little hard to see them because of the light switch.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S2ZAxOAg4eI/AAAAAAAAA6A/2fmNnVUGwAg/s1600-h/IMG_2238.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S2ZAxOAg4eI/AAAAAAAAA6A/2fmNnVUGwAg/s320/IMG_2238.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">I've been doing some research so hopefully they will live a long life. This is their set-up in our kitchen...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S2ZAXs0-GaI/AAAAAAAAA54/VJ54bPUECbo/s1600-h/IMG_2228.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/S2ZAXs0-GaI/AAAAAAAAA54/VJ54bPUECbo/s320/IMG_2228.JPG" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11029154566399434945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4342180689378962108.post-77805569131320151912010-01-16T21:11:00.000-06:002010-01-16T21:11:50.284-06:002009 RevisitedI know I am a little late, but I decided that I would post on Barron's big events of 2009. It was full of many exciting one's and this post started getting really long so a lot was left out. Sorry for the long post!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Barron was a little late at crawling. We started out at a soldier crawl in January (9 months)...<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Also in January we got to meet our cousin Patrick.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Barron got to enjoy his first Krutz family trip to Colorado. He didn't go outside much but he had fun!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">When we got back home Barron finally got on all fours to crawl (at 10 1/2 months)...<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">In April Barron turned 1.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">And learned how to walk a week later.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">In May, Uncle Wiley got married to Courtney. <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Barron visited his first pumpkin patch in Oxford, MS. I got ragged to much for Barron's halloween outfit so I have decided to not re-visit those pictures!<br />
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</div>Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11029154566399434945noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4342180689378962108.post-56915948157987222532010-01-13T14:40:00.000-06:002010-01-13T14:40:40.820-06:00ChristmasWe had a very special Christmas in 2009. It was a lot of fun to be around family and get to see Barron enjoy being around them as well. He is such an entertainer and amazingly gets in a better mood when he is with more people. (Maybe he is just tired of me and Bryan!) <br />
We pretty much do the same thing every Christmas. Christmas Eve night we open a present from my parents. Barron got Elmo and was sooo excited.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">How sweet is this picture...<br />
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</div>We then eat turkey and dressing with my Granddad Hutchins and my Aunt Lauren and Aunt Leslie. I got to talking to much so did not do a good job at taking pictures. But here are a couple pics from the night...<br />
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</div>My parent's have a piano that Barron has never payed attention to until now. He became obsessed quickly and it was not the most pleasant thing you have ever heard! Here is Uncle Wiley trying to help him out...<br />
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</div>Barron does not quite understand Christmas yet, but he is starting to understand what presents are. He was really excited to see his new toys in the den when he came in Christmas Day. He got an electric four wheeler...<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">And also an electric train set, big blocks, and a wooden Noah's Arc set.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">We also got to hang out with Aunt Amy. She always takes over bath time with Barron to give "Ma" a break. <br />
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</div>Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11029154566399434945noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4342180689378962108.post-34629712892952856352009-12-17T20:31:00.000-06:002009-12-17T20:31:03.894-06:00Christmas DecorationsDecorating the house for Christmas this year, and keeping it decorated, has been kind of challenge for me. Barron is at the age that anything new is interesting to him and nothing is off limits. The ornaments never stay on the tree nor do the presents stay under the tree!<br />
This was before the tree was decorated, but this has now become a good spot for him to go to annoy his Mother...<br />
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</div>This reindeer has also become an object of his obsession. This is where I put it to stay...<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Well it doesn't stay there. It has now rotated into one of Barron's favorite toys.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Here is Barron last Christmas while Bryan decorated the tree...<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">And here he was this Christmas. It's weird how similar Bryan is in both pictures.<br />
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</div>Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11029154566399434945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4342180689378962108.post-71885494180193442722009-12-14T20:26:00.000-06:002009-12-14T20:26:57.331-06:00Our Little Star<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/SybuR7PjcDI/AAAAAAAAAzg/fnIaSQEQVgg/s1600-h/IMG_2131.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_W2CqH__jVdE/SybuR7PjcDI/AAAAAAAAAzg/fnIaSQEQVgg/s320/IMG_2131.JPG" /></a><br />
</div>Last Monday Barron was in his first production. Everyone his age was a star in the Church Christmas program. Bryan and I were one of those parents that not only brought the camera, but also the video recorder. He did nothing but stand there, but we were soooo proud!<br />
Barron's group was the youngest so they were the very last to come out, keeping them out there the shortest amount of time. <br />
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Then Barron's group came out. It became a little chaotic. The lady in red held on to Barron the entire time. I guess she was scared he would make a run for it. I was shocked but he never cried. Just stood there with this blank stare.<br />
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I of course had to race the other Mom's to the aisle to take pictures. Never thought that I would be doing that!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">It was so much fun, I can't wait for the next one!<br />
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</div>Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11029154566399434945noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4342180689378962108.post-15649534793496703952009-11-29T21:21:00.001-06:002009-11-29T21:22:23.109-06:00Thankful for FamilyEvery Thanksgiving we head to Jackson to spend time with the Krutz family. With it being so busy at the beach we never can go for very long. It was a short trip but a lot of fun. Not only did we get to celebrate Thanksgiving with the family but we also got to be there for Patrick's first birthday. <br />
Barron and Patrick had a lot of fun playing with each other. <br />
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</div>I think their favorite toy ended up being a phone (even pretend ones).<br />
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</div>On Wednesday Patrick turned one. Cherry made a Cookie Monster cake and then we opened presents.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">It was a little hard for Barron to realize the presents were not all for him!<br />
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</div>Thanksgiving day the men helped out with entertaining the boys while the women cooked. They decided to play videos for them on Cole's computer.<br />
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</div>Then Bryan and Patrick got a little side-tracked and shooted out to the hot tub. Must be nice!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Like always we had great wine with great food!<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Before we left I decided we had to get the boys in the tub together.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">But I think Rebecca and I had more fun watching them than they did playing.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sorry for the long post, just a lot to cover. Happy Holidays!!!<br />
</div>Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11029154566399434945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4342180689378962108.post-80432214128573679832009-11-22T20:44:00.000-06:002009-11-22T20:44:19.288-06:00Football and Popcorn...A perfect match.Bryan loves to make popcorn when he is watching football. So when we are home that usually means he will have it both Saturday and Sunday. Now Bryan is having to share that popcorn.<br />
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</div>Popcorn has now become one of Barron's favorite snacks. It is amazing how much can fit in that little body.<br />
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</div>We are traveling to Bryan's parents house on Tuesday for Thanksgiving. Hopefully Barron will be sweet and not pick on any of them like he did Papa last weekend. Here we are trying to gauge his eyes...<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">And here we are pulling the hair...<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Happy Thanksgiving!<br />
</div>Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11029154566399434945noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4342180689378962108.post-80086005507487679352009-11-03T20:51:00.000-06:002009-11-03T20:51:39.917-06:00Halloween 2009Halloween is such a fun time around here. Friday night the adults went to Alys Beach for what is becoming the "party of the year" here on 30A. Bryan's Aunt Emily and cousin Anne Elizabeth were sweet enough to stay with Barron so we could have a big night out. <br />
Here are Bryan and I as Betty and Barney Rubble...<br />
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</div>On Saturday we let Barron do the dressing up. It was hard for us to decide what Barron was going to be for Halloween. Bryan helped me and we thought it was the perfect outfit. We decided on an elephant!<br />
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</div>Unfortunately, when we were picking it out we were not thinking about it being the Alabama mascot! Bryan got a lot of slack for it. Barron was even called Big Al...yuck! We will definitely keep in mind other school's mascots from here on out. For most of the night Barron was trying to take off the head piece...<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">We got to see a lot of Barron's friends but he would not be still long enough to take pictures with them. He did enjoy seeing his older buddy, Fordham, as Spider Man.<br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">What a fun weekend. We already can't wait until next year!<br />
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</div>Cindyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11029154566399434945noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4342180689378962108.post-30972128198550325412009-10-21T21:18:00.001-05:002009-10-22T07:10:10.510-05:0018 Month UpdateLast week Barron turned 18 months old. It is crazy how fast a year and a half can go! I decided to give you a complete update on him. At his check-up he weighed 29 pounds, 8 ounces making him in the 90%. He is 34 3/4" tall putting him in 97%, and of course his head size is 97%! He is a big boy.<br />
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Our favorite toy to play with is a ball. We have 6 of them in the house, so you can imagine how annoying they can be to a Mother wanting a neat house!<br />
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</div>Barron's favorite past time is brushing his teeth...<br />
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</div>Barron never took to a passy or a blanket, but he does love his Teddy Bear. Grandmother Krutz gave it to him at my baby shower (and it was a re-gift I might add). I really didn't know what to do with him. I decided to make my Mother-in-law happy and place him in Barron's room. Well I am glad I did. He has loved that Bear from the start, as you can see from this pic when he was 7 months. <br />
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</div>Not to long ago Barron decided he wanted to be rocked to sleep with the Teddy Bear. He drug the bear over and threw a temper tantrum until I picked up the bear with him. We really don't have to rock Barron to sleep at night but we do for his nap. And this is usually how we are doing it...<br />
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</div>The things you will do for your children. The hard part is getting him from that position to his crib!<br />
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</div>Barron now thinks he is too big for his highchair and refuses to eat in it. So I got him a booster seat so he can eat from the table with us. He is not the best eater anymore but he will take a few bites here and there.<br />
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</div>Barron is a little delayed with his speech. He can say a few words like Mama, Dada, bye bye and of course No. He loves to make animal noises for dogs, cows, and sheep. Barron may not be able to speak much but he definitely knows just about everything we are saying. He can pretty much point to all of the parts on his body. Here he is pointing to his teeth (and probably wanting them brushed).<br />
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