The little peanut is still a peanut -- despite the reindeer's worries that her thighs really were too huge. RJ measured 19.5 pounds (55th percentile) and just 26 inches long (10th percentile).
Shorty.
My love for her is anything but short. She's the most adorable thing ever -- snaggled-tooth and everything. Nothing can stop my love for her. I love her all the time.
Monday, June 26
Friday, June 23
For Big Girls
Soon we'll be saying to Rosa Jane, "Remember that time we sat you here and your feet didn't even touch the ground?"
"Is your baby cute or pretty?"
Yesterday, we went swimming at the neighborhood pool and cute little 5yr old Ally asked me that question. How would you respond?
Click on the picture to see more of this pretty cute bundle ...
Friday, June 16
Wednesday, June 14
Fire Up, Buttercup.
Fire Up, Buttercup. How come babies/kids always seem to save their biggest poo for when it is most inconvenient? Today, it happened at Costco and let's just say I threw away her outfit.
Tuesday, June 13
Meanwhile Back at the Ranch
There's good news and bad news for the Roedners.
THE GOOD NEWS
* Rosa Jane says "Mama" for the first time on 6/7/06 (Honey's Birthday).
* Under careful watch, Rosa Jane crawls up an entire flight of stairs.
* We've moved, cleaned out the old Ranchette, and new renters are taking over our lease next week. This means our days of paying double rent are finally coming to a close and we'll even get a refund! We're dancing for joy.
THE BAD NEWS
And this is really devastaing, so you might want to sit down before reading any further...
KBR's computer's D:// (where all my photos, movies, etc, etc of everything were stored) was completely erased during the shakeup of the move. All our free time between sorting out the random tidbits of haphazzard packing has been devoted to recovering lost data. I will cry if I think about it all too much, so I'm trying to divert my attention to alphabetizing our 600 CD's and other useless measures. I'm having a hard time sitting here and typing this, so I better keep this short.
Crying Wolf
Sunday morning Hanky tried to herd a Buck grazing in our backyard. His plan backfired and the deer chased the yelping pup back to the porch in no time. By the sound of it, we thought he was being trampled and mauled to death. It turned out he was just being dramatic.
THE GOOD NEWS
* Rosa Jane says "Mama" for the first time on 6/7/06 (Honey's Birthday).
* Under careful watch, Rosa Jane crawls up an entire flight of stairs.
* We've moved, cleaned out the old Ranchette, and new renters are taking over our lease next week. This means our days of paying double rent are finally coming to a close and we'll even get a refund! We're dancing for joy.
THE BAD NEWS
And this is really devastaing, so you might want to sit down before reading any further...
KBR's computer's D:// (where all my photos, movies, etc, etc of everything were stored) was completely erased during the shakeup of the move. All our free time between sorting out the random tidbits of haphazzard packing has been devoted to recovering lost data. I will cry if I think about it all too much, so I'm trying to divert my attention to alphabetizing our 600 CD's and other useless measures. I'm having a hard time sitting here and typing this, so I better keep this short.
Crying Wolf
Sunday morning Hanky tried to herd a Buck grazing in our backyard. His plan backfired and the deer chased the yelping pup back to the porch in no time. By the sound of it, we thought he was being trampled and mauled to death. It turned out he was just being dramatic.
Friday, June 9
Big ol' quiet house
Kristen and Peanut (our latest RJ endearment) are in Richland for the night. They took poor hobbled Sara back to the land of organized homes, leaving me with Hank Bob Speckle Pants and the rest of Sara's birthday cake.
This has been an exhausting and stressful week. No one came away from it feeling terribly good about how they'd handled it. But what's important is that it's over and we all still adore each other and can't wait to start the next week together. My precious wife taught me to think that way. I'm such a better person for it.
Moving sucks. Nothing is where it's supposed to be. Being in a new house is like doing everything with the wrong hand. You're inefficient at best, and at worst a danger to yourself. My adventure tonight involved getting a 500-degree broiler pan out of the oven without having a freakin' clue as to the whereabouts of the potholders...
I will miss getting up with sweet Rosa Jane tomorrow morning. Weekend mornings belong to us, and they usually start before 6 a.m. We sneak outside then, and listen to the birds waking up. She cocks her head in the direction of every new chirp or coo, and smiles and smiles. This goes on until she gets bored and tries to eat ants. That's my signal to tiptoe back inside for a breakfast of rice cereal and squash, or something equally divine. Then we retire to a big sofa and she climbs all over it and me for the best hour of the day. At some point KB comes halfway down the stairs and spies on the craziness. RJ eventually notices her and breaks out in a trillion dollar smile. And then my private time is over, but my family time starts, and family time is the best.
This has been an exhausting and stressful week. No one came away from it feeling terribly good about how they'd handled it. But what's important is that it's over and we all still adore each other and can't wait to start the next week together. My precious wife taught me to think that way. I'm such a better person for it.
Moving sucks. Nothing is where it's supposed to be. Being in a new house is like doing everything with the wrong hand. You're inefficient at best, and at worst a danger to yourself. My adventure tonight involved getting a 500-degree broiler pan out of the oven without having a freakin' clue as to the whereabouts of the potholders...
I will miss getting up with sweet Rosa Jane tomorrow morning. Weekend mornings belong to us, and they usually start before 6 a.m. We sneak outside then, and listen to the birds waking up. She cocks her head in the direction of every new chirp or coo, and smiles and smiles. This goes on until she gets bored and tries to eat ants. That's my signal to tiptoe back inside for a breakfast of rice cereal and squash, or something equally divine. Then we retire to a big sofa and she climbs all over it and me for the best hour of the day. At some point KB comes halfway down the stairs and spies on the craziness. RJ eventually notices her and breaks out in a trillion dollar smile. And then my private time is over, but my family time starts, and family time is the best.
Thursday, June 1
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