Saturday, November 9, 2013

OMS! (Oh My Sand)

We couldn't leave the California coast without going to at least ONE sand castle competition. So we ventured to Ocean Beach today for a glimpse. (Can I just say that getting 5 kids out the door is a much bigger chore than 3? SIGH) Photos are in no particular order and the last photo is just snapshot I attempted yesterday, but baby girl was too hungry for pictures. Enjoy. We had fun!

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Thursday, November 7, 2013

Sean's Great Great Passport Project

Sean's fourth grade class had one of those "this is really for parents" projects this month. It was called the "Passport to California" and it was grueling trying find who our first progenitor was to come to California. With questions like, "how did they travel?" and "what did they do when they got here?" We were finding these challenging to answer. I can see where it would be easier for someone whose Grandma who immigrated and is still alive, but for us it was much different. We learned that Sean, his siblings and mother have quite the California heritage!!

Meet Charles Whittaker. He lived in Camden, NJ where salt water taffy, mason jars and Walt Whitman were born.

He visited California around 1900 and fell in love. He picked pineapples in Hawaii for a while, went back to NJ and then moved to California around 1903. He was the first to drive the electric trollies in San Jose around 1906. They ran for over 30 years and he was the last to drive the trollies as well.

Sean's Great Great Grandfather was friends with John Muir. He helped map the trails in Yosemite. He loved the outdoors (a little too much according to some of my family members). He was a daredevil. He probably loved trains and trolleys (because of all the photos and his son's future profession).

 Sean's classmates didn't believe that this photo was actually his distant grandfather, but it is and I think it's great! It shows what an adventurous spirit he had. You would think he died in some crazy stunt he was doing, but cancer got the last laugh I guess. I'll leave out the no-so-great stuff that I found out about him, nobody is perfect.

As you can see he was an avid photographer. His son, Wilbur Charles Whittaker was like a grandpa to me and was a pretty famous train photographer. I loved hearing his stories and looking at his train pictures.

Thanks to my mom, Aunt Tali, Aunt Nancy and Aunt Janet (for the photo CDs) for helping him on this project as well! Love love finding out stuff like this!

Monday, November 4, 2013

Briallen is 1 month old!

Photo & Video Sharing by SmugMugShe weighs in at 10 1/2 pounds and 22 inches! She is growing up so fast. We are all trying to snuggle her as much as possible before she grows into a sassy teenager!

Her brothers LOVE her so much. I never have to bribe or look for willing arms to take her in. She is one loved little girl.

At her doctors appointment today, he was a bit concerned with her eyes. Supposedly they aren't perfectly straight. I hadn't even noticed and we're hoping it will correct itself before her 2 month check up.
Other than that, she is a perfectly healthy bundle of pink.

This month she has started gifting everyone with her smiles. She loves to be talked to and especially sung to. She quiets at the sounds and vibrations of music.

Last night she slept over 6 hours, woke up for a snack and slept another 6 hours! LOVIN' this girl!

Sunday, November 3, 2013


Have you met Rand? If you have, you will understand this new word in our home which is a hybrid of "Rand" and "Radar." The kid has built-in radar. He knows everything in the house that is left unattended. I'm not talking toys, or clothes or furniture. I'm talking electronics, open toilets, open doors, remote controls, tissue boxes and computers, anything that he's not supposed to have he goes after and FAST. The kid is so fast that his superhero name would be "The Blur."

This is why every chair is knocked over and barstools are upside down, to prevent (or at least slow down) the little blur.

For example, you're sitting at the computer. The phone rings and you get up, walk 4 feet to pick it up, and its a telemarketer that you hang up on instantly. You turn back to the computer and Rand is already sitting on the desk holding the mouse, your screen is gone and some youtube video about a fox is playing. This is a typical Randar moment. You get it right? In 20 seconds everything is chaos. Like all the time. SIGH

He's wearing us out.

1 1/2 years old and cuter than ever.