tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41525258835364855542024-03-12T18:06:37.050-05:00What Happened in Your Story?Papa Wonderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15623302806846980853noreply@blogger.comBlogger129125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152525883536485554.post-86667304245327894932009-11-19T22:01:00.001-06:002009-11-19T22:03:28.132-06:00Things I am Thankful ForI am thankful for many things. Including the cuteness and sweetness of my baby. When she wants help she says "help you." How sweet is that?Mama Wonderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02508636201812557544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152525883536485554.post-33977178171889587682009-11-04T23:24:00.002-06:002009-11-04T23:30:19.652-06:00Her Mother's DaughterGirl Wonder is her mother's daughter no doubt. I'm just saying, I can see so much of myself in her. She says things that no one else understands. She is passionate about said thing. She is stubborn. Silly. Loves to dance and sign around the house, hates to clean up, likes to snuggle and read books, is obsessed with shoes and purses. And she loves the rest of the Wonder family more than anything else in the world. And despite her "spiciness" they love her too.Mama Wonderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02508636201812557544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152525883536485554.post-12803793739304821502009-10-22T23:57:00.002-05:002009-10-23T00:00:06.733-05:00I Hope He Never Loses His SpiritToday we were in the car and I said to the kids "look at the sunset." Boy Wonder replies "It sure is a beauty."Mama Wonderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02508636201812557544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152525883536485554.post-54911537242668459662009-10-21T22:33:00.003-05:002009-10-21T22:38:04.749-05:00August? Really?I knew it had been awhile, but was August really the last time I updated the blog?! Wow. In short, our lower level of our house (aka were we spend most of our time) was washed out in a storm and we couldn't use it for a month and half and poor Wonder kids had to share a room, Papa and I celebrated our 10 year wedding anniversary in Spain, Italy and (almost France-damn you wicked French winds), the kids went on a "Wisconsin vacation," Boy Wonder started preschool and loves it, and Girl Wonder is talking like crazy and learning new things everyday.<br /><br />And that is us in a nut shell. What have you been up to?Mama Wonderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02508636201812557544noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152525883536485554.post-79675003153597755772009-08-21T21:33:00.000-05:002009-08-21T21:33:00.159-05:00Apparently We Have New NamesBoy Wonder has taken it upon himself to rename us.<br /><br />Boy Wonder = Hunk<br />Mama Wonder = Punk<br />Papa Wonder = Junk<br /><br />Girl Wonder does not currently have a new name, but I am fairly certain he is trying to think of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">something</span> that <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">rhymes</span> with ours.<br /><br />The funniest part was that he kept calling Papa "Junk" as in "Can I please have some water, Junk?"<br /><br />Seriously, where does he get this stuff?!Mama Wonderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02508636201812557544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152525883536485554.post-21149115544543260452009-08-20T21:29:00.002-05:002009-08-20T21:32:42.566-05:00Awww....Tonight I told Girl Wonder "I love you." And do you know what she said?!<br /><br />She said "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">wauv</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ou</span>." Then she walked up to Boy Wonder and said "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">wauv</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">ou</span>" and gave him a kiss.Mama Wonderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02508636201812557544noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152525883536485554.post-71137289655064176152009-07-15T08:38:00.000-05:002009-07-15T08:39:16.968-05:00What Not to WearThis morning was our customary send off. I gave Boy Wonder a kiss goodbye, told him that I hope he has a great day and I will miss him all day long. He looks at me with those beautiful blue eyes and says “Is that a man’s suit?”Mama Wonderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02508636201812557544noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152525883536485554.post-62605543139841995792009-07-07T21:04:00.003-05:002009-07-07T21:18:53.567-05:00It Involved Lots of Bribes, a Threat of Jail Time, and some Oxy CleanFrom the quick <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">glimpse</span> that I got on the camera, it looked like the pictures turned out really cute. Hopefully we will be able to get them in the next few weeks, and I will post some for you to enjoy, because of course you want to see them, and of course since the kids are impossibly cute you will enjoy them.<br /><br />All in all, the night was a lot of "Girl Wonder look here...Boy Wonder look at the camera...Girl Wonder can you sit down next to your brother?...Papa be ready to take the picture...Mama do you do professional modeling...Boy Wonder please don't <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">tackle</span> your sister anymore." Of course as soon as we got to the park there was an ice cream truck, which is all Boy Wonder could think about. And of course the ice cream truck drove by in the middle of pictures which resulted in a few minutes of the ugly cry, and many <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">promises</span> that we can go and get ice cream from anywhere he wanted. It also involved giving him a dollar, and frankly I would have promised him a pony to cooperate.<br /><br />As we were getting near the end of our session, a few "kids" started playing in one of the fountains, and of course Boy Wonder wanted to join in the fun. After several attempts at reasoning that he could not stripe down into his <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">underwear</span> to play in fountain, he was still convinced I that I am trying to ruin his life and prevent him from having any fun at all. So I told him that those boys could go to jail for doing that and did he want to go to jail?! He said he didn't and decided that it was best to get some ice cream on the way home and watch a concert that the Lake Harriett <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">band shell</span>. Of course now his white shirt is soaking in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Oxy Clean</span> in an attempt to get the chocolate ice cream out.<br /><br />All of this in the of family pictures.Mama Wonderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02508636201812557544noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152525883536485554.post-60019776446296963382009-07-06T23:10:00.002-05:002009-07-06T23:12:04.560-05:00Coming SoonFamily pictures. Tomorrow we have our annual date with the most fantastic photographer to have our family pictures taken.<br /><br />Wish us luck... We tend to have someone in the family who takes pictures like Chandler from friends.Mama Wonderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02508636201812557544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152525883536485554.post-44099660081004278882009-06-29T20:46:00.002-05:002009-06-29T20:50:36.923-05:00A Boy's Perspective on Stinky SocksTonight Boy and Girl Wonder and I were getting to go for a walk. I asked Boy Wonder to get his socks and shoes. When I was putting his socks on him, I made joke about them being stinky. He asked me what they smelled like and I said "they smell like Boy Wonder."<br /><br />His reply was "Oh, so they smell like flowers."Mama Wonderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02508636201812557544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152525883536485554.post-70658688752060678332009-06-05T15:53:00.004-05:002009-06-05T16:03:14.205-05:00Watch out PGA TourAfter several trips to the driving range, Boy Wonder was ready for the real course.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHkJbUFjH5fwiiOF3srbL0QtxGdZF5LXaEtg_JhIV1wzfihcxRknOOIzW4y6yBRM_1xfAJBH41mHBB2RY2olYA5G88LUUUcly7AOeot2FQTPNHnBsKyFnDfp9A33i82Xp4m1IKw0CyI2I/s1600-h/IMG_0662.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHkJbUFjH5fwiiOF3srbL0QtxGdZF5LXaEtg_JhIV1wzfihcxRknOOIzW4y6yBRM_1xfAJBH41mHBB2RY2olYA5G88LUUUcly7AOeot2FQTPNHnBsKyFnDfp9A33i82Xp4m1IKw0CyI2I/s320/IMG_0662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343950727508755186" border="0" /></a><br />He made a legit bogey on his first ever whole. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRyofMb08Wn4u0iOCvySdC8NvZC6g8nwkE8CzKuu_ZyZqMEL5oaIWttamL2ZwuzOUVyNJh5NIL-2z5fmiNP9kmBpyWcTfYwjmUpAKud0AkoNpXHH4RBuL__yCXK_o5IQmGRbwFYSzHSew/s1600-h/IMG_0665.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRyofMb08Wn4u0iOCvySdC8NvZC6g8nwkE8CzKuu_ZyZqMEL5oaIWttamL2ZwuzOUVyNJh5NIL-2z5fmiNP9kmBpyWcTfYwjmUpAKud0AkoNpXHH4RBuL__yCXK_o5IQmGRbwFYSzHSew/s320/IMG_0665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343950869621623154" border="0" /></a>Like all golfers, he still needs lots of work on his short game. <br /><br />Can't wait for many, many more rounds together. Thanks for joining us Grandpa.Papa Wonderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15623302806846980853noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152525883536485554.post-86506152769178738462009-05-15T23:22:00.002-05:002009-05-15T23:26:46.285-05:00Say What?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Qhy1gnkslGdAuZxhRTjWlMLnNVwaczGDShuI0SkCYKXgHVy0Pem6PN6EyCkc221jv4XHSsQ4RRvfksZ4JImqITM4a8zqcXF4080Z2WoI607bFgb99DMldaYibbj-2mgz3MaC9TRrCEbJ/s1600-h/horton.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336272907251662450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9Qhy1gnkslGdAuZxhRTjWlMLnNVwaczGDShuI0SkCYKXgHVy0Pem6PN6EyCkc221jv4XHSsQ4RRvfksZ4JImqITM4a8zqcXF4080Z2WoI607bFgb99DMldaYibbj-2mgz3MaC9TRrCEbJ/s320/horton.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Whenever we read "Horton Hears a Who" we always make up silly titles like "Horton Said Boo" or "Horton Hears a Moo." When we read it the other night Boy Wonder and I had our clever banter back and forth with different plays on the catch title. Boy Wonder took the cake with "Horton Has Swine Flu."</div><div> </div><div> </div>Mama Wonderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02508636201812557544noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152525883536485554.post-69801212114993692252009-05-07T23:09:00.003-05:002009-05-07T23:11:44.730-05:00Let Summer Begin!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLZDw3l6EIZtFUEIMmWazqCsOQylX_FJ-Kl1cB-dodssuV4XGH6T8KJEJM-agx3Rb8Azj7au6mJrIQy0p3rdCGBoszj_N1T6DDXN7yUD-5xtehovT9VYLhuy4fnrK5s5CILRLrFWtzpLwT/s1600-h/IMG_0304.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333300885607904370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLZDw3l6EIZtFUEIMmWazqCsOQylX_FJ-Kl1cB-dodssuV4XGH6T8KJEJM-agx3Rb8Azj7au6mJrIQy0p3rdCGBoszj_N1T6DDXN7yUD-5xtehovT9VYLhuy4fnrK5s5CILRLrFWtzpLwT/s320/IMG_0304.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Mama Wonderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02508636201812557544noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152525883536485554.post-4595999119488594562009-05-05T23:14:00.006-05:002009-05-05T23:56:48.922-05:00Happy Birthday Girl Wonder!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYBqbEycKVhIB8OSRr4NGkc_qhszRKFBjFvonEkpVR9AZYIa0mE4SQ-qIY2paUjMugG3-YwrqNNkBhGFdNoMkAmdYdT3rgFBfcZGtWivFBhYgMCUiLh8UVzvMYiL16qE3_6soxI78pLsyc/s1600-h/Sleeping+Claire+(2).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332569172185739890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYBqbEycKVhIB8OSRr4NGkc_qhszRKFBjFvonEkpVR9AZYIa0mE4SQ-qIY2paUjMugG3-YwrqNNkBhGFdNoMkAmdYdT3rgFBfcZGtWivFBhYgMCUiLh8UVzvMYiL16qE3_6soxI78pLsyc/s320/Sleeping+Claire+(2).JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div>Can it really already be a year?! It seems like just weeks ago I first saw you and realized in an instant that I had been missing you my whole life.</div><br /><div></div><div>You have been such a blessing! It is amazing how your personality is coming alive! You love to giggle, play patty cake, cheer, dance and blow kisses. You are also starting to show that you are an <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">independent</span> girl who knows what she wants, and when she wants it.</div><br /><div></div><div>It is so much fun to see you play with your brother and "hit" the ball with the golf club and do "big kid" things. You try to run and then realize that you don't know exactly how to move your feet that fast, but you keep on trying. You are growing up so quickly.<br /></div><div>Our hope for you is that you continue to know how much we love you and how special you are. May the next year be full of new adventures as you continue to grow into a little girl who we couldn't be more proud to call our daughter.</div><br /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332568626456625154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinMMLL9hOf594ehSiXG4Voajsv6RUMtGj3U6As46Y3VFeOXhwqALX5GI8cxbVIOIMKhDWZduibGYAUPntGS6v4hWrNxdoM_FIRb_DfYRPxkuI-KzHnawZPLPLchkNFWuepkTqACbN9347T/s320/IMG_0339.JPG" border="0" /> <div></div></div>Mama Wonderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02508636201812557544noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152525883536485554.post-74489623353608945352009-05-04T22:53:00.002-05:002009-05-04T22:54:31.822-05:00He Popped the QuestionTonight he made me the happiest girl in the whole world. Boy Wonder asked me to marry him!Mama Wonderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02508636201812557544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152525883536485554.post-37150829325420805392009-04-28T21:04:00.003-05:002009-05-01T10:23:26.247-05:00Dear Readers, Are you There? It's Me, Mama WonderI know, I know I know....we have been neglecting this blog. If anyone is still checking it (and based off the feedback we have received from Grandpa S, I assume at least a few people are checking it), we are so sorry.<br /><br />In the past month we have had three infected ears, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">phenomena</span>, nagging coughs that just won't quit, a small(<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ish</span>) bathroom remodel, new cabinets put in the laundry room, purchased a new <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">refrigerator</span> (it's so pretty and big), played outside on the days it has been warm enough but not too windy that we run the risk of Baby blowing away.<br /><br />We have gone for a few walks and Boy Wonder has <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">ridden</span> his new two wheeler (with training wheels) around the block and down a ravine (<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">unintentionally</span>, but shortly after he calmed down from the terror of the experience asked when he could do it again). He has rediscovered his love of ALL sports and golf is a high priority, after all he is Papa's son. Seriously is it normal that a 4 year old he wants to watch golf on TV and knows the names of the players and their caddies?! He has also discovered that he simply cannot live without a new golf wedge and that the driving range is his happy place. He is signed up for <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">PeeWee</span> tennis starting this weekend, so hopefully that will help him work off some of his energy. His music choice <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">du</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">jour</span> is <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Sugarland</span> and sings along to all the songs word for word. It is pretty cute and shows me the smallest glimmer of hope that he may know there is something else besides sports. Tonight when we bought a Darius <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Rucker</span> CD, he said "Sure he's good, but I wish it was Carrie Underwood." What?!<br /><br />Baby Wonder has started to walk <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">although</span> she still crawls about 50% of the time. She has found the Tupperware cabinet and discovered the joy of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">emptying</span> it completely and taking pieces all over the house, In case you didn't know a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">colander</span> can double as a cowboy hat. In the past week she has doubled the number of teeth she has and is now up to 4 (two on the top and two on the bottom). One of my favorite things is hearing her blow kisses (she makes the holds her hand up to her mouth and then makes the cutest <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">moau</span> sound). Yesterday I caught her <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">bobbing</span> her head to Van <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15">Halen</span> in car. She is starting to clap her hands and say "Yeah." Other than that her words are pretty limited to <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16">Mamma</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17">Dadddda</span>, and occasionally throws something else in like peek-a-boo, or thank you.<br /><br />Kids can say things that are so <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18">hilarious</span>. In the past few days here have been a few highlights:<br /><br />Mama to Boy Wonder: You are a man's man.<br />Boy Wonder. Yep, I am a mail man.<br /><br />Boy Wonder: The new fridge matches the oven, the dishwasher and that thing you make leftovers in (aka. the microwave).<br /><br />Boy Wonder: (As the traffic light turns green) Thank you green light dudes for changing the light so we can go.<br /><br />Pictures will be posted soon...so stay tuned.Mama Wonderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02508636201812557544noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152525883536485554.post-81923373502541117112009-03-27T20:19:00.003-05:002009-03-27T20:26:07.193-05:00I Am Going To Hold Him To It, MaybeBoy Wonder: When I turn six will I be old <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">enough</span> to have a girlfriend?<br />Mama: What?! Why do you ask? Do you know what it means to have a girlfriend and not just a friend who is a girl?!<br />Boy Wonder: Well, how old do I need to be before I can have a girlfriend?<br />Mama: 16<br />Boy Wonder: (whining) No.... I don't want to be 16!<br />Mama: How old do you want to be?<br />Boy Wonder: 26<br /><br />As of now I am perfectly <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">content</span> to be his main girl until he is 26 (since I really don't want to share him). But I know that someday he will (presumably before he is 26) want to date. But until he does his sister and I are his "best girls."Mama Wonderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02508636201812557544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152525883536485554.post-56205648085254478522009-03-19T22:10:00.000-05:002009-03-19T22:10:00.549-05:00Sometimes You Just Have to Close Your Eyes and Rest...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyYSu3iAjMbmWMLiJw-Cdo5_y_Lv2yNR3q5-XtYnMbhSzOXaHO_ek0RMP8djF8YUDdUHRYY4MCMoZtfTDSwFFY97aNeP_dLvzKyv6Om3sSy73v-42SfFm8bH__JdS_WhqZ8kMqNpFebQE3/s1600-h/IMG_0145.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313618251235079810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyYSu3iAjMbmWMLiJw-Cdo5_y_Lv2yNR3q5-XtYnMbhSzOXaHO_ek0RMP8djF8YUDdUHRYY4MCMoZtfTDSwFFY97aNeP_dLvzKyv6Om3sSy73v-42SfFm8bH__JdS_WhqZ8kMqNpFebQE3/s320/IMG_0145.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Even if you are in the middle of eating lunch.</div>Mama Wonderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02508636201812557544noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152525883536485554.post-70387346353865065362009-03-17T22:01:00.001-05:002009-03-17T22:01:01.300-05:00Ten Months and Yes, a Few Weeks<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihmY-sAiKufhxCWlLy_80UqNw3CWB2rsE6wk9qHodjoe8HheEGCyB5WaGoyDvOsYS1Y1FPu4F5VmSACtwgBMY4-zFR4JLloCoJJVK05A6jZ6YtfvrEFF91y7kfKs9KIW1w30lvpiI0_lf9/s1600-h/Claire+on+Dad%27s+B-Day+(1).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313615632215845010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihmY-sAiKufhxCWlLy_80UqNw3CWB2rsE6wk9qHodjoe8HheEGCyB5WaGoyDvOsYS1Y1FPu4F5VmSACtwgBMY4-zFR4JLloCoJJVK05A6jZ6YtfvrEFF91y7kfKs9KIW1w30lvpiI0_lf9/s320/Claire+on+Dad%27s+B-Day+(1).JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Baby Wonder is 10 months old. She is crawling all over, standing on her own for a few seconds, and into pretty much everything. She also </div><br /><p>has gotten her first tooth (and after only 4 short months of teething?!) is waving, and heaven help us-talking. She says <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Mommmmmmaaaa</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Dadddddaaaaa</span>, hi baby, peekaboo, and some have even heard Grandpa. </p><p>She loves playing with Boy Wonder and laughing at him! The other day she even crawled over to where he was laying on the floor and threw herself on top of him an a <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">bodyslamesque</span> manner. She loves to dance and play with the toy guitars and signing into the microphone, and playing peekaboo. </p><p>At dinner you LOVE to run your food caked hands through your hair and have figured out how to use a cup which isn't surprising since you are so smart (<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">genius</span> really but I don't want to brag).</p><p> </p>Mama Wonderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02508636201812557544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152525883536485554.post-19747577919225523522009-03-15T21:27:00.005-05:002009-03-15T22:15:03.923-05:00Happy Birthday Boy Wonder<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEids_h1EA7WyHpTHxjrO_gnL-bnT6fLEvohLtffFoaHSpSm1NwHHyIZmA1w3r6QQ55RzprQIF6G-7czrxT7NWuQBv4b2mTJNL-zCWraq0L7av7Jqi6CaHjaA_VqKzbXTb0isYUpq6rTAmD9/s1600-h/P3180093.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313613293871446050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEids_h1EA7WyHpTHxjrO_gnL-bnT6fLEvohLtffFoaHSpSm1NwHHyIZmA1w3r6QQ55RzprQIF6G-7czrxT7NWuQBv4b2mTJNL-zCWraq0L7av7Jqi6CaHjaA_VqKzbXTb0isYUpq6rTAmD9/s320/P3180093.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I just can't believe that you are four years old today. On one hand it seems like just yesterday that you can into our lives, but on the other I have known you my whole life.<br /></div><div>You are the most amazing little boy. You have a heart of gold and nerves of steel. Everyday you make the lives of those who know you brighter. Just knowing you make me better. You have a laugh that is contagious. You tell the best knock knock jokes (orange you glad I didn't write one). You LOVE sports, playing Wii (mostly sports games), reading books (your favorites are your name book, Horton Hears a Who, Are you My Mother, and I love You As Much As). Your favorite movie is Cars, and you love to watch the show Pinky Dinky Doo, Curious George, Handy Manny, and Barney. </div><div></div><br /><div>I hope you never lose your courageous spirit. Never be afraid to try something because after all you never know what you will like, who you will meet or what you can become unless you dare yourself. Just remember that as your Mom, I will always love you and will try really hard not to worry too much (although I really wasn't kidding when I told you that you have be 21 to go down the big ski jump. I just don't think I could stand watching you fly through the air like they do.) </div><div></div><br /><div>As you get older I hope that you will still think being with your family is fun. I hope that you and Baby Wonder will always be friends and look out for each other. So far you and she are off to a pretty good start and I can just tell that you are going to be a good team. </div><br /><div></div><div>Always remember that you are a special gift from above and no matter how big you get you will always be my baby boy. So Happy Birthday to you Freddie , Rye Rye, Peanut Butter, Bruce (your puppy dog name), and Ryman!</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313614321089931202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhULzybW6pE8EJb7naM5NREphb6izAFTW0wx8AgR0vsp9L7on77cmAF7sbkfoc6PLqSpNHoZJu0dxVgSSjQlTYCJREjEmJZKZmdJaFRNu0Nz9si6rwyO0feS5BSFLS1yJqKjeQ41CkuSRFc/s320/IMG_0117.JPG" border="0" /> <div></div><br /><div align="center">I Love you and am so glad I get you be your Mom! </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Mom, Ginger, Jelly, Momio, and Annabelle </div><div></div>Mama Wonderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02508636201812557544noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152525883536485554.post-67726907730472442552009-03-12T20:39:00.000-05:002009-03-12T20:39:00.523-05:00And So It GoesBoy Wonder had a little <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">moment</span> that he couldn't play outside anymore. He was having what we call the ugly cry. Snot running, tears flowing, red face, and beyond the point of reason.<br /><br />Baby Wonder thought it was a little funny so she giggled. Boy Wonder did not find the situation to be funny. At all. He looked at her and said with the most serious look "It's not funny to laugh at somebody when they are crying."<br /><br />And so we enter into the days were one laughs at the other, and the other isn't a laughing.Mama Wonderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02508636201812557544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152525883536485554.post-38612027491806516952009-03-09T20:32:00.003-05:002009-03-09T20:38:35.430-05:00Happy Anniversary<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeR-JmSQKa4wRZYHyCsUPYgI9Vbxo7KT4O00kmrURYD56EwAIFkM2lOFo9uhDqGX_bjaPjr3oPURT8PjjOAbZTr3N_23DX1PNZXAXuZlX41Ryshzt3Qem5xmIKznkSSD-RMVv66qONk7n-/s1600-h/Christmas+08+(39).JPG"></a><br /></div><div align="center">The Wonder's would like to wish Great Grandma and Grandpa J congratulations on 62 years of wedded bliss! </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div>Mama Wonderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02508636201812557544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152525883536485554.post-44566449885861480612009-03-01T12:03:00.003-06:002009-03-01T12:58:59.830-06:00Boy Wonder Hits the Slopes for the First Time<p align="center"><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwE6mfOSEuQeWC44ZLhvprspbr0iDgMTntAHb4fGIoT5hMlMN0n4uipsz_Y1gQj29BLPRZdgN225pCUWZ133w' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p align="center">He had the time of his life! We are fairly certain that if an almost 4 year old could be a ski bum, he we would want to be one. If you watch carefully you can see him go over a little jump. The jump was the highlight of the day for him.</p>Mama Wonderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02508636201812557544noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152525883536485554.post-58156015614821646862009-02-19T22:11:00.004-06:002009-02-19T22:19:19.959-06:00Highs and LowsOne ritual in the Wonder House, is before bed with Boy Wonder we share our highs and lows from the day.<br /><br />Let's recap how they went tonight.<br /><br />BW: What was your low mom?<br />MW: Not spending enough time with Boy Wonder and Baby Wonder.<br />BW: What was your high?<br />MW: Spending time with dad at a church function.<br /><br />MW: Boy Wonder, what was your low?<br />BW: Not spending a lot of time with you and dad.<br />PW: Your High?<br />BW: When I almost chipped in when we were playing Wii golf. I was so close and it hit this red thing.<br /><br />BW: Dad, what was your low?<br />PW: Not Spending enough time with you and your sister.<br />BW: And you high?<br />PW: Having a great night with my best friend.<br />BW: What's her name?<br />MW: What do you think her name is?<br />BW: I don't know......maybe Calvin.<br />MW: Do you know a Calvin? <br />BW: No. What was your friend's name dad?<br />PW: My best friend is mommy.<br />BW: That's sooo sweet. I love you mom!Papa Wonderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15623302806846980853noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152525883536485554.post-25080056468147125362009-02-17T07:36:00.000-06:002009-02-17T07:36:00.821-06:00Little Girls Are Made of Sugar and Spice<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvzTbQkppnKk8jqpNcj2c-mZIFmRrei7CGhT1gMS9cQ7VaX3dgWRsVMNdzo9D1vqFTbHjdUddwZmWfcPyO83YWTyrvyrqbFltdlGaWMnOP3FFbMm4CrHSpMbKfa9eah262Ckd5RS8qNnoE/s1600-h/IMG_0022.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303018055771132178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvzTbQkppnKk8jqpNcj2c-mZIFmRrei7CGhT1gMS9cQ7VaX3dgWRsVMNdzo9D1vqFTbHjdUddwZmWfcPyO83YWTyrvyrqbFltdlGaWMnOP3FFbMm4CrHSpMbKfa9eah262Ckd5RS8qNnoE/s320/IMG_0022.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p align="center">And spaghetti.</p><p align="center"> </p>Mama Wonderhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02508636201812557544noreply@blogger.com2