tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76938266864138727512024-03-14T01:51:21.977-04:00BauerfamilyBauerfamilyof5http://www.blogger.com/profile/09039404594846600882noreply@blogger.comBlogger1679125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693826686413872751.post-34505637132764466482012-01-06T21:09:00.001-05:002012-01-06T21:09:24.068-05:00Scenes from Christmas morn<div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/6609283905/" title="001"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7157/6609283905_2b89263eb6.jpg" alt="001 by megan bauer" /></a><br/><span style="margin: 0;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/6609283905/">001</a>, a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/">megan bauer</a> on Flickr.</span></div><p>I had to work this year on Christmas, so we wrote Santa a letter and asked him to please consider coming to our house on Christmas Eve. And, surprise! He did.</p>Bauerfamilyof5http://www.blogger.com/profile/09039404594846600882noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693826686413872751.post-89573376949130517342012-01-06T21:07:00.001-05:002012-01-06T21:07:32.217-05:00Christmas snow<div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/6609291085/" title="048"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7034/6609291085_50ba3a3735.jpg" alt="048 by megan bauer" /></a><br/><span style="margin: 0;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/6609291085/">048</a>, a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/">megan bauer</a> on Flickr.</span></div><p>This is all the snow we had on our Christmas morning. Just enough for me. And if we never had another inch until this time next year...that would be ok, too.</p>Bauerfamilyof5http://www.blogger.com/profile/09039404594846600882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693826686413872751.post-13734299566075235082012-01-06T21:05:00.001-05:002012-01-06T21:05:07.951-05:00<div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/6609287173/" title="017"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7005/6609287173_a3ea71da22.jpg" alt="017 by megan bauer" /></a><br/><span style="margin: 0;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/6609287173/">017</a>, a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/">megan bauer</a> on Flickr.</span></div><p></p>Bauerfamilyof5http://www.blogger.com/profile/09039404594846600882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693826686413872751.post-38320198919141524372012-01-06T21:04:00.001-05:002012-01-06T21:04:29.453-05:00<div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/6609288587/" title="028"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7172/6609288587_2bfa826e45.jpg" alt="028 by megan bauer" /></a><br/><span style="margin: 0;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/6609288587/">028</a>, a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/">megan bauer</a> on Flickr.</span></div><p>Emmett's Chelsea goalie jersey. It says his name and number on the back.</p>Bauerfamilyof5http://www.blogger.com/profile/09039404594846600882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693826686413872751.post-7831922359394764382012-01-06T21:01:00.001-05:002012-01-06T21:01:14.365-05:00<div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/6609290559/" title="044"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7166/6609290559_3f92ba9f2c.jpg" alt="044 by megan bauer" /></a><br/><span style="margin: 0;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/6609290559/">044</a>, a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/">megan bauer</a> on Flickr.</span></div><p>Santa brought Owen and Emmett an air hockey table. It now resides in our basement w/ the fuse ball table.</p>Bauerfamilyof5http://www.blogger.com/profile/09039404594846600882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693826686413872751.post-75351071049514714852012-01-06T20:59:00.001-05:002012-01-06T20:59:46.815-05:00Henry's fave gift<div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/6609290945/" title="047"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7157/6609290945_085e69d158.jpg" alt="047 by megan bauer" /></a><br/><span style="margin: 0;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/6609290945/">047</a>, a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/">megan bauer</a> on Flickr.</span></div><p>Henry really, really liked his power wheels dune buggy that Santa brought him. But..his favorite toy? (see below)</p>Bauerfamilyof5http://www.blogger.com/profile/09039404594846600882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693826686413872751.post-546595988971395042012-01-06T20:58:00.001-05:002012-01-06T20:58:57.544-05:00<div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/6609288243/" title="025"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7010/6609288243_268e620358.jpg" alt="025 by megan bauer" /></a><br/><span style="margin: 0;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/6609288243/">025</a>, a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/">megan bauer</a> on Flickr.</span></div><p>The light sabre!!!</p>Bauerfamilyof5http://www.blogger.com/profile/09039404594846600882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693826686413872751.post-45767951060254206102011-12-25T10:52:00.001-05:002011-12-25T10:52:53.573-05:00<div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/6551849475/" title="011"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7020/6551849475_0f28ff39fa.jpg" alt="011 by megan bauer" /></a><br/><span style="margin: 0;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/6551849475/">011</a>, a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/">megan bauer</a> on Flickr.</span></div><p>Headed into his Christmas program..</p>Bauerfamilyof5http://www.blogger.com/profile/09039404594846600882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693826686413872751.post-76421714703537810772011-12-25T10:51:00.001-05:002011-12-25T10:51:50.275-05:00Christmas Program<div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/6551909701/" title="024"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7010/6551909701_544233cf52.jpg" alt="024 by megan bauer" /></a><br/><span style="margin: 0;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/6551909701/">024</a>, a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/">megan bauer</a> on Flickr.</span></div><p>My boys have been at the same preschool for a total of 6 separate years. This Christmas program is the same thing. Every year. And, it absolutely never gets old. I LOVE watching these kiddos sing. As I recall, it took Emmett until his 3rd year of preschool before he actually sang the songs.<br />Henry, ever the social butterfly, didn't hesistate. <br /><br />The best line? Henry sings "as they shouted out w/ glue" instead of "as they shouted out w/ glee!" from Rudolph the Red nosed reindeer.</p>Bauerfamilyof5http://www.blogger.com/profile/09039404594846600882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693826686413872751.post-72109800583882900392011-12-25T10:47:00.001-05:002011-12-25T10:47:14.563-05:00It's about time..<div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/6551847339/" title="008"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7022/6551847339_3384890f80.jpg" alt="008 by megan bauer" /></a><br/><span style="margin: 0;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/6551847339/">008</a>, a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/">megan bauer</a> on Flickr.</span></div><p>Owen cut his hair. Really cut his hair. As in, his hair hasn't been this short since he was 5 years old.<br /><br />Why? Not really sure...<br /><br />He woke up one morning and said he wanted to cut his hair. Completely off. When I asked him why, he was vague. He said something about being tired of me running my fingers through his hair. He mentioned he was tired of me chasing him with a hairbrush. At any rate, when the stylist started cutting his hair, she would cut a bit off and then stop. To which he would say, keep going - not short enough.<br /><br />Fast forward a few days when I ran into one of his best soccer buddy's mom. She says that her son told her that Owen cut his hair, because a girl in his class that he like said she would go out w/ him if he cut his hair (to which Eddie was all "I like this girl already!). Then, the mom said, that after Owen cut his hair he decided he didn't like her anyway...<br /><br />Eddie and I were shocked and didn't believe the story. He has NEVER mentioned girls before. NEVER. But, at training, a group of his teammates were teasing him about this girl??<br /><br />Christmas Eve, after dinner, Eddie and I had a conversation about it. He completely denied it all. Hmm...but, he did mention that everyone in class (boys and girls) liked each other. Oh boy - I guess it's that time. <br /><br />At any rate, it took me forever to like his long hair. But then, I really liked it. This short hair is growing on me, but I won't tell Owen I like it. Or, he'll grow it again immediately!<br /><br />Doesn't Emmett look like he belongs in the musical "Rent"? How many different colors can you throw on pal?</p>Bauerfamilyof5http://www.blogger.com/profile/09039404594846600882noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693826686413872751.post-67807266678327047792011-12-16T22:47:00.001-05:002011-12-16T22:47:00.150-05:00<div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/6507396893/" title="IMG_7106"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7143/6507396893_fbd84b9602.jpg" alt="IMG_7106 by megan bauer" /></a><br/><span style="margin: 0;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/6507396893/">IMG_7106</a>, a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/">megan bauer</a> on Flickr.</span></div><p></p>Bauerfamilyof5http://www.blogger.com/profile/09039404594846600882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693826686413872751.post-68057136295114033582011-12-16T22:46:00.001-05:002011-12-16T22:46:05.517-05:00Baby boy<div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/6507417935/" title="IMG_7117"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7010/6507417935_cfac6707ff.jpg" alt="IMG_7117 by megan bauer" /></a><br/><span style="margin: 0;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/6507417935/">IMG_7117</a>, a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/">megan bauer</a> on Flickr.</span></div><p>There's still a little bit of baby left. RIGHT?</p>Bauerfamilyof5http://www.blogger.com/profile/09039404594846600882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693826686413872751.post-49958432439526639822011-12-16T22:45:00.001-05:002011-12-16T22:45:01.293-05:00Emmett<div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/6507420771/" title="IMG_7119"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7141/6507420771_c8570a8706.jpg" alt="IMG_7119 by megan bauer" /></a><br/><span style="margin: 0;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/6507420771/">IMG_7119</a>, a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/">megan bauer</a> on Flickr.</span></div><p>8 years old. I love his heart shaped face.</p>Bauerfamilyof5http://www.blogger.com/profile/09039404594846600882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693826686413872751.post-28244617577336966742011-12-12T23:08:00.001-05:002011-12-12T23:08:13.860-05:00Failed Christmas Card attempts<div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/6459365081/" title="108"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7033/6459365081_ba0d31bb7b.jpg" alt="108 by megan bauer" /></a><br/><span style="margin: 0;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/6459365081/">108</a>, a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/">megan bauer</a> on Flickr.</span></div><p>I'm going to see my dear friend (who also happens to take beautiful photos), Amy, tomorrow in hopes that she can get a better Christmas card photo than I can. Photographer - I'm not.</p>Bauerfamilyof5http://www.blogger.com/profile/09039404594846600882noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693826686413872751.post-85195761840991728882011-12-12T23:06:00.001-05:002011-12-12T23:06:04.321-05:00<div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/6459363519/" title="096"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7155/6459363519_a8c6a5ac94.jpg" alt="096 by megan bauer" /></a><br/><span style="margin: 0;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/6459363519/">096</a>, a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/">megan bauer</a> on Flickr.</span></div><p></p>Bauerfamilyof5http://www.blogger.com/profile/09039404594846600882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693826686413872751.post-6579642542738838722011-12-12T23:05:00.001-05:002011-12-12T23:05:22.451-05:00<div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/6459365605/" title="112"><img src="http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7033/6459365605_fcf597665b.jpg" alt="112 by megan bauer" /></a><br/><span style="margin: 0;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/6459365605/">112</a>, a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/">megan bauer</a> on Flickr.</span></div><p></p>Bauerfamilyof5http://www.blogger.com/profile/09039404594846600882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693826686413872751.post-18212063504959581882011-11-14T04:39:00.001-05:002011-11-14T04:39:08.404-05:0011 year old<div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/6322666074/" title="045"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6213/6322666074_41102f2ed4.jpg" alt="045 by megan bauer" /></a><br/><span style="margin: 0;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/6322666074/">045</a>, a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/">megan bauer</a> on Flickr.</span></div><p>Owen turned 11 on November 6. It is SO hard for me to believe he's 11. The day he turned 11 we went to church (his Sunday School class walked to Burger King) and then came home and played outside. It was an absolutely beautiful day. Then, we went to yoga (his soccer team is doing yoga. Good for the mind, body, and soul. He loves it!). Then, we picked up pizza and wings for dinner (his choice). <br />He's not much of a "sweets" eater. So, these brownies we made just for show. He didn't eat any of them. He doesn't particularly like cake, brownies, etc. etc. And, he didn't want anything but his pizza and wings. Crazy kid.</p>Bauerfamilyof5http://www.blogger.com/profile/09039404594846600882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693826686413872751.post-83761277930815043282011-11-14T04:35:00.001-05:002011-11-14T04:35:16.654-05:00<div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/6322666452/" title="049"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6043/6322666452_05d519f440.jpg" alt="049 by megan bauer" /></a><br/><span style="margin: 0;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/6322666452/">049</a>, a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/">megan bauer</a> on Flickr.</span></div><p>I just like this picture.</p>Bauerfamilyof5http://www.blogger.com/profile/09039404594846600882noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693826686413872751.post-12185401928107218372011-11-14T04:34:00.001-05:002011-11-14T04:34:25.139-05:00Crazy!<div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/6322140827/" title="051"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6097/6322140827_80d3248e74.jpg" alt="051 by megan bauer" /></a><br/><span style="margin: 0;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/6322140827/">051</a>, a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/">megan bauer</a> on Flickr.</span></div><p></p>Bauerfamilyof5http://www.blogger.com/profile/09039404594846600882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693826686413872751.post-34533808045719626902011-11-14T04:32:00.001-05:002011-11-14T04:32:49.875-05:00Owen (and Justin's) Birthday Party<div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/6322663114/" title="010"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6119/6322663114_5303234bc6.jpg" alt="010 by megan bauer" /></a><br/><span style="margin: 0;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/6322663114/">010</a>, a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/">megan bauer</a> on Flickr.</span></div><p>Owen turned 11 on November 6, and he had a joint birthday party w/ his buddy, Justin, from his soccer team. It was opening night for Syracuse's new professional indoor soccer team, and Owen and his whole team were there! The boys had practice, and after had pizza and cake. Then, we all carvaned over to the game. Thank goodness my mom is here and stayed home w/ Henry, because the place was absolute chaos. Fun chaos. The boys had the best party ever.</p>Bauerfamilyof5http://www.blogger.com/profile/09039404594846600882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693826686413872751.post-5786282298106751262011-11-14T04:20:00.001-05:002011-11-14T04:20:17.388-05:00<div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/6322665310/" title="037"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6119/6322665310_7ccf946f00.jpg" alt="037 by megan bauer" /></a><br/><span style="margin: 0;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/6322665310/">037</a>, a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/">megan bauer</a> on Flickr.</span></div><p></p>Bauerfamilyof5http://www.blogger.com/profile/09039404594846600882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693826686413872751.post-52367886156153709022011-11-14T04:18:00.001-05:002011-11-14T04:18:54.344-05:00<div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/6322664302/" title="025"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6120/6322664302_4c763b34c9.jpg" alt="025 by megan bauer" /></a><br/><span style="margin: 0;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/6322664302/">025</a>, a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/">megan bauer</a> on Flickr.</span></div><p>The boys got to go on the field before the game. They were in heaven. Soccer heaven.</p>Bauerfamilyof5http://www.blogger.com/profile/09039404594846600882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693826686413872751.post-44777647041811151752011-11-14T04:02:00.001-05:002011-11-14T04:02:32.415-05:00Happy Hauntings...<div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/6306256670/" title="003"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6113/6306256670_f37c972bf0.jpg" alt="003 by megan bauer" /></a><br/><span style="margin: 0;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/6306256670/">003</a>, a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/">megan bauer</a> on Flickr.</span></div><p>My mom arrived the day before Halloween to spend the next 6 weeks with us! She's never been with us on Halloween. This means she'll also get to celebrate Owen's and Henry's birthday with us! And, Thanksgiving!!! We are so excited.<br /><br />My boys have never been super huge into dressing up - so Halloween is often a last minute affair. <br /><br />This year - Owen was a bed bug (see his antennae?). We put the costume together the night before. Emmett -because he's SO good to his mama, said he would be whatever Owen was last year. Hence, he was a skeleton. And Henry was a ninja. This isn't that big of a stretch from his everyday actions or attire. I normally repeat - at least a couple of times a week - "HENRY! You are not a real ninja." This Halloween, he was.</p>Bauerfamilyof5http://www.blogger.com/profile/09039404594846600882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693826686413872751.post-50675778016340033982011-10-22T22:04:00.002-04:002011-10-22T22:08:02.370-04:00Emmett turns 8<div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/6271048014/" title="019"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6220/6271048014_044a0c2009.jpg" alt="019 by megan bauer" /></a><br/><span style="margin: 0;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/6271048014/">019</a>, a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/">megan bauer</a> on Flickr.</span></div><p>I'm a little late, but Emmett turned 8.<br /><br />His birthday was September 4. I can not believe my middle man is 8. He still is my least complicated, challenging kiddo. He's an absolute pleaser, and he rarely argues, complains, or disagrees with me. <br /><br />For example, I just asked him what he wanted to be for Halloween this year, He's all what was Owen last year? I said, "He was a skeleton." He says, "Do we still have that costume?" When I tell him yes, he says "I'll just wear that then". See how good he is to me? He's quiet and content. And, I adore him. <br /><br />8th year stats (for record keeping purposes):<br /><br />51 inches (50th %)<br />69 3/4 pounds (80th %)<br /><br />And, I just ordered him new shoes - size 5!!! (Owen - 3 years younger - wears a 5 1/2). They were $75 btw....add that to my list of reasons I need to work more than 8 hours a week...</p>Bauerfamilyof5http://www.blogger.com/profile/09039404594846600882noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7693826686413872751.post-38952337280988246472011-10-22T21:57:00.001-04:002011-10-22T21:57:28.937-04:00And grandpa came to visit...<div style="margin: 0 0 10px 0; padding: 0; font-size: 0.8em; line-height: 1.6em;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/6270519963/" title="027"><img src="http://farm7.static.flickr.com/6229/6270519963_77cb0d25e8.jpg" alt="027 by megan bauer" /></a><br/><span style="margin: 0;"><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/6270519963/">027</a>, a photo by <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/43532358@N00/">megan bauer</a> on Flickr.</span></div><p>Grandpa John came to visit for Emmett's 8th birthday - which fell on Labor Day. What a great weekend we all had. One of the days Grandpa, Emmett, Owen, and Eddie went to the baseball hall of fame. Emmett will tell you his favorite sport to play is soccer, but he's really enjoying baseball too. He played this spring and did a great job. He played a lot of shortstop and first base. But, also got a chance to pitch a handful of times. <br /><br />On Emmett's birthday, we went to the State Fair. I seriously dislike the State Fair, but it's here in Syracuse, so we usually go once - if just to say we did it. With my dad there, I had a serious moment of weakness, and we came home with a rabbit (more on that later). <br /><br />The evening of Emmett's birthday, Grandpa, Eddie, Owen, and Emmett went to the Syracuse Chiefs minor league baseball game. We went a couple times this year, and Emmett loves going. <br /><br />To top it all off, he got a fishing pole for his birthday from the Spindler's. And, the only rainy day that my dad was with us, we went fishing. All of us. Emmett had been begging to go. We didn't catch anything. And, it was cold. And wet. But, we laughed aplenty.</p>Bauerfamilyof5http://www.blogger.com/profile/09039404594846600882noreply@blogger.com1