tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56026855167965022352024-03-12T18:15:43.111-07:00Shooting the BallTeam Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907370706761916033noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602685516796502235.post-25560070224920981832012-12-28T07:52:00.000-08:002012-12-28T08:01:54.170-08:00Happy 8th Birthday Jackson!Well busy boy, today is your birthday. 8 years old and ready to go!<br />
A year in review<br />
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<li>basketball</li>
<li>swimming-flip turns and snorkeling</li>
<li>baseball</li>
<li>soccer</li>
<li>cub scouts-caroling, can collecting for Food for Lane County</li>
<li>Disneyland</li>
<li>Math</li>
<li>Yahtzee</li>
<li>Boys camping trip</li>
<li>Grandparent visits</li>
<li>Cooking and baking</li>
<li>Mohawks, faux hawks and buzz cut</li>
<li>Camping</li>
<li>Canoeing</li>
<li>and SMILES!</li>
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I love you Jackson. You are an amazing boy! I can't wait to see what you do this year.</div>
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<br />Team Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907370706761916033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602685516796502235.post-23631696165098897832012-10-01T21:44:00.001-07:002012-10-01T21:44:35.622-07:00Allowances and chores<br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/10/01/3054.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/10/01/s_3054.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/10/01/3055.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/10/01/s_3055.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='210' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />After much deliberation and arguing, the chores were divided out (some shared). Jobs that we all do for the good of the home (and for moms sanity).<br />Jobs that we will get allowance for- and the reminder that if you don't do them, you don't get paid. How the money gets split up weekly.<br />Success. <br />Boys #1 concern- that mom won't pay them! <br /><p class='blogpress_location'>Location:<a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Team%20Room&z=10'>Team Room</a></p>Team Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907370706761916033noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602685516796502235.post-54620155963937595292012-08-09T21:22:00.000-07:002012-08-09T21:24:42.353-07:00Happy 10th Birthday Joseph James<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
I am still in disbelief that I have a 10 year old! </div>
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You are my JJ Bean and will always be. This year will be your 5th grade year. A year filled with football, books, basketball, books, baseball and books. I am sure we will add some fun in there. You are a good big brother (most of the time). Having to set a good example for Jax and Coop can be hard and we know that you are doing your best. It makes us proud to hear compliments about how polite you are around your friends parents, keep up the good work. Your brothers watch everything you do, from working hard, to how to throw a baseball, to passing a basketball (notice I wrote passing, not shooting), to your love of reading. I love you JJ! Keep smiling and enjoying life. Have a great 10th birthday! </div>
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<br />Team Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907370706761916033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602685516796502235.post-88649729146991083152012-07-03T19:40:00.001-07:002012-07-03T19:40:24.671-07:00Rollerblading is CoolJJ and Jax just ventured down the street, staggering on wheels with their wrist guards on and helmets on their heads. For now they are enjoying each others company, both old enough to go around the BIG block. Coop is left behind to ride his 2 wheeler. <br /><br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/07/03/3658.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/07/03/s_3658.jpg' border='0' width='210' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />This is what Summer Vacation is suppose to be like. Keep on blading boys-it is still cool.<br /><p class='blogpress_location'>Location:<a href='http://maps.google.com/maps?q=Side%20streets&z=10'>Side streets</a></p>Team Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907370706761916033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602685516796502235.post-45249767797264526642012-06-03T16:28:00.001-07:002012-06-03T16:28:51.719-07:00JJ<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=12/06/03/3114.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/12/06/03/s_3114.jpg' border='0' width='400' height='400' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Blogging from my phone. Seeing how it works. JJ's watching the Duck baseball game as we can hear the rain pouring outside. <br />Peaceful Sunday!<br />Team Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907370706761916033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602685516796502235.post-53627176513113942222012-01-02T18:24:00.000-08:002012-01-03T07:37:33.049-08:00Happy 4th Birthday Cooper!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The Ducks big win was a great early birthday present. A trophy. All you wanted to see was the trophy. And yes it will be coming home with them.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Cheering for your brothers, the Ducks and the Beacons loudly! </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You are my busy little man. From here to there and everywhere, you have questions about everything and for everyone. And the best part, you usually remember it all. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You are my helper in the kitchen and grocery shopping. Remembering what we are out of and what we need.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You love boxes. Wanting to create and build something with them.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You are a collector. I think you take after your Great Grandpa. Keeping everything you make. Who knows, you never know when you might need that special something.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You are constantly moving. You're little body going 100 miles a minute, like a hummingbird. Helping you to be successful and figure out how to slow down is something we are working on, trying everything we know.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You are look up to your big brother JJ and you are a great big brother to Cooper. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You enjoy going to see Grandpa and Grandma, helping them stack wood, drive the tractor, grocery shop. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You still tell me that you will live with me forever. Another year I have cherished with you Jackson. You are an amazing boy and I love you very much. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Have a great birthday!</span><br />
<br /></div>Team Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907370706761916033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602685516796502235.post-61717585568881663242011-11-13T17:11:00.000-08:002011-11-13T17:11:21.522-08:00The seasons come, the seasons go<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">JJ's football season ended yesterday. They played in the championship game at Autzen and got wallopped! Getting to play on the same field that LaMichael James and Darren Thomas play...is pretty cool (the words of a 9 year old). Next sport up-basketball! JJ will get a couple weeks off...and this mom is thankful for that.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
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Jackson's soccer season ended and quickly moved into basketball. Jackson loved soccer. He is a quick runner and enjoyed passing and scoring. His smile is contagious on the field and court.<br />
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Here's to more basketball then I know what to do with...until March.Team Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907370706761916033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602685516796502235.post-23008432595680977152011-09-09T19:58:00.001-07:002011-09-09T20:00:32.601-07:00First day of SchoolFirst day of school for the boys yesterday. JJ is in 4th grade with a great teacher who has given homework then first week....yeah! <br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/09/4057.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/09/s_4057.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />He gets to wear glasses this year, when he sits further from the white board, a tad near sighted. Picking out glasses was fun, as soon as he saw the Avatar glasses he was set. He is excited to study Oregon this year. Football has begun and is kicking my butt! And yes I did say my butt. Practices 4 nights a week, 2 hours a night with and optional 15 minute pre practice. Really optional. He has been tired the last 2 nights. Practice over at 8 and home to homework and dinner. Get used to it kiddo! <br />Jackson started 1st grade and was excited to get the same teacher as last year. He is sitting at a table with girls and loves it. He has his own style, notice the tye dye and camo.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/09/4058.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/09/s_4058.jpg' border='0' width='186' height='281' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Jackson is going to have a great year. His speech is going to be tested next week and I am hopeful that we will begin to understand more of what he is telling us. Jackson loves to talk and tell us stories, and has been getting frustrated when he aren't able to understand all the amazing things. <br />Coop is in preschool again at the Y. He loves his teachers and his friends. He gets to to have lessons in the big pool and become a great swimmer like his brothers. Thank goodness for swim lessons at the Y.<br /><br /><center><a href='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/show_photo.php?p=11/09/09/4059.jpg'><img src='http://photo.blogpressapp.com/photos/11/09/09/s_4059.jpg' border='0' width='281' height='186' style='margin:5px'></a></center><br />Happy first week of school boys! Bring on the homework and Go Ducks!<br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from my iPad<br /><br />Team Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907370706761916033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602685516796502235.post-51963879327284216542011-08-09T22:02:00.000-07:002011-08-09T22:02:02.318-07:00FirstYou are my first. The littlest to be born. Who's entry in to the world reminds me of Rafiki in The Lion King. Legs crossed in a yoga pose. You will turn 9 today (August 10). Football and 4th grade are about to begin. <br />
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</tbody></table><ul><li>Listening to you and your brothers play nicely together with Star Wars, skate boards, books, art, basketball is fun. As the 3 of you get older, you are going to be doing more and more together. Jackson and Cooper look up to you. When they see you doing something, they want to be just like you. Continue to be a good leader for them and your friends.</li>
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</tbody></table><ul><li>Your favorite word since you were 5 has been perseverance. On the court, in the classroom, on the field, at home. You keep working until you get it done. </li>
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</tbody></table>My job as your mommy is to help you become a great kid. Great attitude, good manners, respectful, responsible, honest and caring. Your job is to have fun, do great in school, be a great friend, try hard in sports and smile.<br />
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</div><div>Happy Birthday JJ Bean. Because of you I am a mommy.<br />
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</div>Team Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907370706761916033noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602685516796502235.post-63224457162223392342011-07-21T21:52:00.000-07:002011-07-22T07:25:13.518-07:00Day at the Beach<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Today we took a 12 hour trip to the Oregon coast. The majority of our trips as a family (just the 5 of us) are driving to and from places. Today was a day for the Anderson 5 to spend together having fun!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The boys ran straight for the water...quickly found the sticks and rocks, and the waves quickly found them.</span> <br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Boys working together to build a sand castle that the ocean soon leveled.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The caves at the end of the beach at Haceta Beach are great for bears or daddy's acting like bears.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The most important people to me.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sand writing</span>.<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We ended our adventure at Mo's in Florence. A amazing meal with well behaved boys. A stranger paid our bill (tip included). Thank you Sir, whomever you are. We will pay it forward, again and again. In kindness.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A memorable day that ended with 2 boys asleep in the car and sand covered toes. A perfect day, that will be repeated soon. I love you boys!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div>Team Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907370706761916033noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602685516796502235.post-80146813829962419962011-05-08T21:23:00.000-07:002011-05-08T21:23:28.234-07:00Family<span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';">Whew…what a whirlwind weekend. Family. I love my family. My mom and grandma mean the world to me. (Dad your day is in June, I’ll talk about you then).</span> </span><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: small;"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_u1Bc63Bc45s/Tcdr4gizDhI/AAAAAAAAAHs/PeAwLlF0vh0/s1600-h/moms%20and%20boys%5B9%5D.jpg"><img alt="moms and boys" border="0" height="329" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_u1Bc63Bc45s/Tcdr5JgV5TI/AAAAAAAAAHw/aGzySXOqbw8/moms%20and%20boys_thumb%5B10%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" style="background-image: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" title="moms and boys" width="329" /></a></span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">Happy Mom’s Day to two amazing women. My mom (Althea) and my grandma (Margaret). Thank you Mom and Grandma. I can only hope to be live up to the example you have both set. I love you both! </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">This weekend was filled with Corey’s family. This doesn’t happen very often as his parents live in Florida, brother in Hawaii and sister in California. He recently became reacquainted with his extended family, cousins, aunts and uncles, more cousins. It was fun to see him connect with family. There was a wedding for a cousin and a memorial service for his Grandma. The boys were able to play with their cousin Ashlyn and Uncle Hobie. Good times.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"></span>Team Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907370706761916033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602685516796502235.post-91130233161761148972011-04-30T08:03:00.000-07:002011-04-30T08:03:54.705-07:00Candyland<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Recently we talked about Disneyland and how tall the boys all needed to be. 40 inches for most rides. Coops about 3 1/2 inches away. We have a measuring stick in the hallway that we mark the boys height on. This morning he asks when will he be tall enough to go to Candyland.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DPZcFVNZ5CE/TbwkmmFe2YI/AAAAAAAAAHU/fPosXVV2w3s/s1600/DSC_0086.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DPZcFVNZ5CE/TbwkmmFe2YI/AAAAAAAAAHU/fPosXVV2w3s/s320/DSC_0086.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>Team Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907370706761916033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602685516796502235.post-34085731757040088682011-04-29T22:39:00.000-07:002011-04-29T22:39:13.042-07:00Rainforests and Happy Meals<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Tonight JJ tells me we can't eat hamburgers from fast food restaurants anymore (we do infrequently). I ask him why? Wondering where this is going. He starts to tell me about the rainforests and bamboo and the cows in Central America. I am lost. After all, I get my news from Twitter. Corey lets him know we will remind him of his boycotting of happy meals, next time he wants one.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I took this as a learning opportunity for me. Here is what I googled (I love google).</span></div><div><div style="display: inline !important; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 1.5em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div><div style="display: inline !important; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 1.5em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">The United States imports roughly 200 million pounds of beef from Central America every year. Aside from the fuel used in transport, grazing land is needed for all of these animals. Where does all that land come from in a densely forested region? The answer: from <b>clear-cutting forests and rainforest</b> A Smithsonian study estimates that the necessity for more grazing land means that every minute of every day, a land area equivalent to seven football fields is destroyed in the Amazon basin(1).<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> <div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin-top: .25in;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">For each hamburger that originated from animals raised on rainforest land, approximately<b>55 square feet</b> of forest have been destroyed. And its not just the rainforest. In the United States, more than 260 million acres of forest have been clear-cut for animal agriculture (2). With increased per capita meat consumption, and an ever growing population, we can only expect to see more deforestation in the future.<o:p></o:p></span></div></span></div><div><div style="display: inline !important; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 1.5em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div><div><div style="display: inline !important; font-style: inherit; font-weight: inherit; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 1.5em; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: inherit;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">We all need to do a better job with our food purchasing, recycling, reusing for one very simple reason. Our children. Thank you Mrs. Siporin, 3rd grade teacher Gilham Elementary. You Rock!</span></div></div>Team Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907370706761916033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602685516796502235.post-22198132887415032422011-04-28T20:36:00.000-07:002011-04-28T20:36:17.626-07:00Ahhhh BoysI listen to mom podcasts and read mom blogs. Cheesy mom thing to do at 6:00 am when the house is still quiet. Yesterday I was listening to a Manic Mommies podcast (on youth football). They mentioned that moms of girls are the happiest, moms of 1 boys and one girl are pretty happy, moms of two boys start to lost a little of the happiness, and moms of more than 2 boys-well they have gone off the deep end. I giggled when I heard that, probably because the last two books I have purchase have been "The Happiness Project" and "The Happiest Mom". Both I have started and neither have I finished. I haven't even made it past Chapter 2. Not because I don't want to be happier. I am trying to make it through "No More Meltdowns" to help with the numerous meltdowns that occur in a house of 3 boys, that would make my happier.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cAUPrlDGgmI/TbowlZz_l6I/AAAAAAAAAHA/10vdj0me9tw/s1600/DSC_0388.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cAUPrlDGgmI/TbowlZz_l6I/AAAAAAAAAHA/10vdj0me9tw/s320/DSC_0388.JPG" width="212" /></a></div>After all the fighting, double knotting, driving to sports practices, filling up water bottles, wiping the toilet seats, turning socks the right way, dodging basketballs in the living room-when they get too loud in the house, I can say "If you have a penis, go outside and play." And then I can breath and smile and everyone is happy!Team Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907370706761916033noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602685516796502235.post-73538433251332944692011-03-27T06:30:00.000-07:002011-03-27T06:30:43.066-07:00Raider<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Saturday morning we lost our beloved Raider. She was our first baby. 13 in dog years and 104 in human years. Raider had the perfect life and was the perfect dog. The last couple years she has been hanging on. She had cancer and it spread to her lymph nodes. She stopped eating and drinking on Thursday, and we could see her slowly go. Corey took her to the vet, we could feel the hard mass in her throat, and we knew it was time. Raider knew it was time. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">You will be missed Raider Dog.</span></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table>Team Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907370706761916033noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602685516796502235.post-60606231801809800262011-03-23T20:38:00.000-07:002011-03-23T20:38:30.243-07:00spring break continues<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I have the time, so I might as well write:) </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Monday our fun surprise was a movie, don't be jealous but we watched Yogi Bear. The boys are now repeating Yogi's lines thanks to Corey. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Tuesday our adventures lead us north, to </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Grandma's and Grandpa's. We ate a quick dinner and headed off to "meet one of Granny's friends." We drove into Portland, stopped off at motel, we couldn't remember where Granny's friend lived and started in the direction of the Rose Garden. Jackson points out the RG first, we pull into the parking lot, JJ wants to know what we are doing. Well boys, we are going to a Blazer Game. Yahoo! But mom, we don't have our Blazer clothes. Silly boys, daddy packed them for you in the back of the car. JJ lets us know his dream is to watch Lebron James, but he is excited. Off we go! We make our signs inside, shoot some hoops at the blow up thing, and head to our seats. Grandma and Grandpa with us to cheer the Blazers on! Finally Brandon Roy goes in and the boys go NUTS! The game was fun, I got to see my friend Janie (she was a couple rows behind us) and we ate some Dibbs. A great game!</span></span></span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-IEVMggkQZ8Y/TYq2Tq3OjQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/2dsz8j2vAl4/s1600/DSC_0043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-IEVMggkQZ8Y/TYq2Tq3OjQI/AAAAAAAAAFs/2dsz8j2vAl4/s320/DSC_0043.JPG" width="212" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Wednesday morning we wake up and spend the morning with Great Grandma. She has snacks waiting for the boys on the counter and a bag of leftover Halloween candy for Jackson. She knows how to spoil her grandchildren and great grandchildren. We talked and listened to Grandma's story's and the boys shared their latest school and extra curricular activities. </span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-BzlQ3B7PHdY/TYq3oaOp7JI/AAAAAAAAAF0/TV5oqgMDJT4/s1600/DSC_0050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-BzlQ3B7PHdY/TYq3oaOp7JI/AAAAAAAAAF0/TV5oqgMDJT4/s320/DSC_0050.JPG" width="212" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Mid afternoon and the sun is still shining, the boys, Corey and Grandpa go try out the Newberg Skate Park. Mom and I stayed home and enjoyed a couple hours to talk and talk and talk without little boys interrupting. I loved it! The boys had a blast at the skate park and will be wanting to go back again soon.</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H4XspDjN_UY/TYq5uXVVeAI/AAAAAAAAAGI/8ScJ5MpIKQs/s1600/DSC_0125.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-H4XspDjN_UY/TYq5uXVVeAI/AAAAAAAAAGI/8ScJ5MpIKQs/s320/DSC_0125.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-GXJLdJvsG0E/TYq6IqubzYI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ECYRp8S1M3E/s1600/DSC_0088.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-GXJLdJvsG0E/TYq6IqubzYI/AAAAAAAAAGM/ECYRp8S1M3E/s320/DSC_0088.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Our drive home was an education in youth antics. I made the comment that someone had been playing mailbox baseball. The boys wanted to know what that was. We saw another mailbox smashed and the explanation began. Little did I know the man I married played a little mailbox baseball when he was younger, except they used zucchinis that flew like rockets when thrown from a moving car. He shared this with the impressionable youth in the back seat. He quickly added that it was not a good idea and his punishment was harsh, 100 hours of homework and he had to marry me. He is so fast on his feet. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Home again we are...boys in bed, tired from the latest adventures. Sleep tight little ones, tomorrow is another day.</span><br />
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</span>Team Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907370706761916033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602685516796502235.post-74773256674462631962011-03-20T19:38:00.000-07:002011-03-20T19:38:36.414-07:00beginning of Spring Break<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Spring Break has begun...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Started off with dinner and drinks with friends at The Bridge. Boys were happy at the Y for Parents Night Out, swimming and watching a movie with the amazing staff.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Saturday we went on a long bike ride, looked at the turtles and geese and watched a couple innings of Marist Baseball. Jackson and JJ love their new bikes. Jackson can finally keep up with the rest of us and not be frustrated...well for the majority of the trip. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">JJ and Jackson decided to perform some science experiments, all went well until baking soda and vinegar were overflowing on the kitchen counter and the floor. Yep, the mom voice came out. The boys got to put clean dishes away and put dirty dishes in the dishwasher as their penance for not being careful scientists.</span><br />
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</tbody></table><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sunday Jackson, Cooper and I unloaded the playground chips, wheelbarrow by wheelbarrow. Such great helpers I have. Birthday party at Chuck E Cheese for a classmate of Jackson's, playing in the backyard, and the first barbecue of the season! </span><br />
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<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We close our weekend with making our own trail mix. Nothing to fancy, choices in bowls and our own bags. All ready for an adventure tomorrow...can't wait for our staycation!</span><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Happy Spring Break Everyone!</span></div>Team Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907370706761916033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602685516796502235.post-77813213538213521872011-03-17T17:39:00.000-07:002011-03-17T17:39:42.131-07:00Darn LeprechaunLiam the Leprechaun paid us a visit last night. As he has the last several years.<br />
Playing tricks about the house.<br />
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<ul><li>peeing green in the toilets</li>
<li>throwing Jax and Coops undies all around their bedroom</li>
<li>emptying JJ's sports cards all over his bedroom floor</li>
<li>hiding gold around the house</li>
<li>throwing Jax's (green) clothes up on the basketball hoop</li>
<li>spreading out Corey's hats on the couch</li>
<li>emptying JJ's baseball bag</li>
<li>and left us Lucky Charms for breakfast.</li>
</ul>Jackson was so excited to find all the mischief about the house, running from room to room. We opened up the fridge to find green milk! That silly leprechaun was everywhere!<br />
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Happy St. Patrick's Day to everyone...and Happy first day of March Madness!Team Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907370706761916033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602685516796502235.post-3271173594448728202011-03-15T18:26:00.000-07:002011-03-15T18:26:45.070-07:00UghToday was a day. One of those days that you wish you could wake up on the other side of the bed and do over. The days is almost over, and persevere we will...until bedtime!<br />
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The boys were crazy this morning, forgetting what needed to happen to get themselves out the door and on their way to school. It was Cooper's mud walk and I am amazed with myself for remembering to pack the extra change of clothes. Words of love exchanged with the biggest boy about getting up a little earlier to help out, and more kind words exchanged about what is on his calendar this week. Not the best time to have a chat about the weekly calendar, but I got my point across. <br />
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Email exchanges with Corey about various topics, my stress level rises...or was it my anxiety. His email lists of upcoming events has nothing on my lengthy list of meetings and trainings. In Hollyworld, April-June are the busiest months. Summer camp, summer camp, summer camp...and more summer camp, all planning:)<br />
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JJ arrives to my office in the afternoon (he was a stinker in the morning so he was going to spend the afternoon with me doing homework and reading). He arrives upset. He made a bad choice at school. He tells me a gentle version of the story, in tears. Knowing that I would be disappointed. We talk. I talk to his teacher. He knows his consequences at school and at home. No baseball practice, the first baseball practice.<br />
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Tough pants on, we make it through the afternoon. He sits on the couch now, reading his First Shot book out loud. Homework is corrected and almost complete. Dinner is in the oven. Jax and Coop are in the playroom playing grunge band. I don't remember being such a a stinker when I was 8. I wonder who he gets this from...Team Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907370706761916033noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602685516796502235.post-14481014439963859032011-02-07T22:49:00.000-08:002011-02-07T22:49:24.826-08:00Great Day<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It was a great day in the Anderson household. Morning went off without a hitch. Boys up, ready for school, breakfast, brushing without Mommy the Drill Sargent appearing. We get home and homework, setting the table, dinner, playing, reading books, bedtime...without tears and complaining. Please let my stars be in alignment tomorrow and the next day.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Proud mommy moments from today-</span><br />
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<ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">At dinner we talk about what we are proud of from the day, and what things we could have worked better at. Order is oldest to youngest. Me-I could have focused on projects at work a little closer. Jackson says he needs to do a better job at circle in kindergarten with keeping his mouth shut. Love that kid!</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Jackson had a great time putting name tags on things around the house...all in the pursuit of learning. Corey comes home from work and wonders why the door, table, dresser are all named. :)</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">JJ asks before bedtime if he can watch Martin Luther Kings Jr. speech on youtube. How can I say no to that?</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Coop had pink eye today...he had fun hanging out with Daddy this morning. </span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Coops at that age where you either have a penis or you don't. If you have one, it's either bigger or smaller than his. Get the picture? </span></li>
</ul><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Never a dull moment in a house of boys</span>!Team Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907370706761916033noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602685516796502235.post-84534784688267183012011-02-05T07:13:00.000-08:002011-02-05T07:13:53.397-08:00my soap box...I just read an <a href="http://www.kmtr.com/news/local/story/Kidsports-coaches-get-into-fight-at-basketball/B1Lp_7vViUWr7Di3Yp3Vpw.cspx">article</a> about two 8th grade basketball coaches who got into a punching match over one player tripping another player. Seriously? I have been around my fair share of sporting events, most likely more than my fair share. Youth sports have gotten completely out of control. Elementary school kids don't need special uniforms, parents keeping stats on the bench or huge trophy's at the end of the season. They all should be saved for when you get to play Varsity in high school. Coaches should be teaching the basic fundamentals of the sports, with an emphasis on good sportsmanship. Taking knee when a player is injured, shaking the other coaches and the officials hand after the game, and being a graceful loser.<br />
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Most are coaches are volunteers. It is not an easy task to find 150 people to volunteer their time to coach a youth basketball team. I am one of those volunteers. My fears have been not playing everyone equally and having a son who is a ball hog. The first I think I did a good job one, the second is a work in progress. <br />
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Officials-usually you need 1-2 officials a game. Yes it's a paid gig, and most are probably in high school. They needed a job so they sought out their local Y or Kidsports. They are doing their best. It is difficult to officiate a game when you have an overzealous mom screaming at you to watch out because #4 is pushing her baby. It's a game.<br />
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Youth sports are suppose to be fun. Leaning the skills, accomplishing the first play, making a great pass, and having fun with your friends. The majority of coaches do a great job. It's those crazy few who don't have a clue about good sportsmanship and winning is the most important thing, and the 3rd grade team that has special uniforms and a website to show the world their stats. <br />
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Today as a mommy, I will be focusing on my ball hogs, yep I have two.<br />
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Off my soap box for now:)Team Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907370706761916033noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602685516796502235.post-1500720189095479572011-01-28T21:46:00.000-08:002011-01-28T21:46:04.145-08:00Basketball...is there more to life?Ahhh Basketball. It deserves to be capitalized. In my life it is the best friend that your husband spends his time with. I have loved basketball since I was little. Playing at Central School, shooting in the driveway, refereeing youth, Bean Courts (playing for slurpees and crazy bread), Riley Hall side court...basketball has always been in my life. But it hasn't been my life.<br />
My boys love basketball. We have had a hoop in our house since JJ was born (thank you Heath and Andrea). Slam dunks, trampoline, off the ceiling, jumping over brothers, you name it and it has taken place in the front room. There are at least 10 basketballs in our house, a couple we aren't allowed to touch, and a couple we can't shoot outside. All different sizes, just in case we want a change. We have a hoop in front of our house, with the key and 3 point line painting in yellow and green. Again, my boys love basketball.<br />
My biggest boy loves basketball too. He has been coaching since I met him. Do you know how long basketball season is? Practice starts in October, games in November and it could run until mid March. April-September is time for recruiting, open gyms, weight lifting, working on specific positions, etc. The answer is, Basketball season is year round for a coaches wife and family. <br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u1Bc63Bc45s/TUOoJayZiVI/AAAAAAAAAEs/iN8gmTv7fJo/s1600/%2521SC_0865.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u1Bc63Bc45s/TUOoJayZiVI/AAAAAAAAAEs/iN8gmTv7fJo/s320/%2521SC_0865.JPG" width="212" /></a></div>Basketball is motivation at times<br />
<ul><li>If you mess around in class and your teacher calls your mom to talk, there's a good chance you will be watching your next practice or a game. Thankfully that has only happened twice in JJ's 8 years. :) </li>
<li>Getting your homework and reading finished correctly means you can play dunk hoops in in the living room.</li>
</ul>Basketball is a distraction<ul></ul><div><ul><li>The hoop is closed at 7:00pm. Boys can focus on getting ready for bed.</li>
<li>I think the hoop calls out the boys every time they walk by it-"Come on boys, just one more shot!"</li>
</ul>Basketball is discipline</div><div><ul><li>Ball bucket has been known to spend a night or two in the garage when boys are stinkers.</li>
<li>NBA or Duck Jerseys have been excused from the closets when listening ears aren't working</li>
</ul>Basketball is FUN!</div><div><ul><li>It's fun to practice plays at recess. </li>
<li>It's fun to attempt a behind the back pass.</li>
<li>It's fun to play Bump.</li>
<li>It's fun to make crazy shots in HORSE.</li>
<li>It's fun to play with your friends.</li>
</ul>I loved playing basketball in High School. Loved rebounding (I'm only 5'8"...I like to compare myself to a certain Round Mound of Rebound). When high school was over, I was thankful to play for fun. It' wasn't about winning, unless you are a guy who doesn't think a girl can beat you:). </div><div><br />
</div><div>I want my boys to work hard on the court, the field, the classroom, and the diamond. To respect their coaches, referees and officials and teachers To respect the game and their studies. Basketball has spoiled them. They get to go to their daddy's basketball games, raid the snack bar, sit on the bench, get water and towel for the players, shoot for popcorn at half time, play under the bleachers, and stay up late. What little boy wouldn't love that? </div><div>Basketball isn't Life. Basketball makes life a little better, even though sometimes I think of it as someone trying to steal my husband. </div><div><br />
</div><div>When you're shooting around....never end on a miss!</div><div><br />
</div>Team Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907370706761916033noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602685516796502235.post-25272761113826119662011-01-09T20:20:00.000-08:002011-01-11T20:31:11.352-08:00My Grandpa<div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Tuesday will be my Grandpa's memorial service. He passed away in his sleep on January 6th at 89 years old. This past weekend I spent with my Grandma, my Mom, my aunts, uncles and cousins, going through pictures, and remembering Grandpa. I knew that this day would come, that my Grandpa would move on to greener pastures. He was a cowboy...he liked greener pastures. I started writing my memories about Grandpa the night that he passed away. My Grandma asked my to say something at the service, thank goodness I was prepared. I hope that I can make it through and share my love for my Grandpa with our family and friends. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Here is my story...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">As the youngest granddaughter…I was his favorite. Actually we were all his favorites. Even if it took a couple tries for Grandpa to get our names right, he would get it. After all there are too many of us to remember. I've been looking through a lot of pictures of Grandpa and he is smiling in every single one. Surrounded by his children, his grand children and his great grandchildren. Surrounded by love.</span><br />
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</tbody></table><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I have great memories of my Grandpa. He loved a garage sale. When we were all little we used to go camping at Beverly Beach during the summer. If there was a garage sale between Newberg and Newport, we would stop to find the next big bargain. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Riding in the top of the truck camper while Grandpa was driving…a little crazy. I can still see drivers faces coming at us with look of terror as we went around corners. </span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Listening to “Counting Flowers on the Wall” on the 8 track in the camper while playing cards. Every time I hear that song I think of arguing with my cousin Maggie over whose rules of rummy are correct.</span></li>
<li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Old Fashioned Days parade every summer, with the Yamhill Sheriff Posse riding their horses with the appropriate flags, Grandpa sitting proud on his horse in his yellow shirt.</span></li>
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</tbody></table><ul><li><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Getting to go to the posse meetings in Mac, running around the grandstands, playing in the dirt, and getting to ride the horses after the meetings. Julie, Roco, Andrea, Coco, Brandy, Frosty were a few of his horses and mules. A cowboy hat and belt buckle were permanent fixtures on Grandpa. </span></li>
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</tbody></table><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Several of us grandkids had the pleasure of picking filberts and walnuts and bucking hay. Every once in a while a filbert would go flying through the air, perhaps hitting a sibling. Grandpa would yell at us to get back to work. My job for bucking hay was rolling the bales in rows and spreading salt on the bales when they were being put in the barn. Grandma was the driver of the big red truck. “Hit it Marge,” Grandpa would yell when it was time for the truck to move. The truck would usually die and Grandpa would yell again, sometimes going to help Grandma get it started.</span><br />
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</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I saw my first calf being born with Grandpa. I am pretty sure it was my last. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The last several years, Grandpa and I had taken to talking about food and gardening. He loved to order things out of crazy magazines that were delivered. I think mom tried to recycle them before they made it to Grandpa’s hands. Dutch oven recipes and ice cream maker recipes and mixes were some of his favorites. Even though I’m pretty sure those items weren’t on his diet.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">My boy’s memories of their great Grandpa are of riding in the gator to get the mail or paper. Eating snacks with great Grandpa (great Grandma makes the best snacks). The best summer birthday party ever when all the cousins come together to fish and go down the zip line. Getting to ride his stubborn mule and random horse shoes that he would give them. My memories are those of Grandpa holding each baby boy and snoozing in the recliner with them.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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</tbody></table><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444;">n the words of the great John Wayne</span></span> “<em><span style="font-size: 10.5pt; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #414141;">Courage is being scared to death - but saddling up anyway."</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"> </span></span></span></em></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><em><span style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-style: normal;">My Grandpa was a proud and loving man. He may have been scared when he it took him longer to remember which granddaughter he was talking too, or frustrated that Grandma wouldn’t make him scrambled eggs soaked in bacon fat. But he didn't show it. He saddled up every day and was the best Grandpa and great Grandpa that he could be.<o:p></o:p></span></em><br />
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</span></em></div><div class="MsoNormal"><em><span style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-style: normal;">Thank you Grandpa. I love you and you will be missed!</span></em><span style="color: black;"><o:p></o:p></span><br />
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<em><span style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-style: normal;">On the way home from our day, JJ (from the back seat) tells us that he's already forgetting what Grandpa's voice sounded like. </span></em><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">My cousin Tacie spoke today also. She had letters form Mark and Wayne. Both were amazing. Friends of Grandpa's spoke too. One brought up the pancake breakfasts at the posse. I had forgot about those.:)</span></div>Team Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907370706761916033noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602685516796502235.post-24038827083945354762011-01-03T06:20:00.000-08:002011-01-03T06:20:04.076-08:00Finally a Big Boy<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">January 3rd is Cooper's 3rd Birthday. The day the sippy cups disappear and my little guy becomes a Big Boy. </span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u1Bc63Bc45s/TSFXwIz9b3I/AAAAAAAAADo/C7a4ZECUebQ/s1600/DSC_0537.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u1Bc63Bc45s/TSFXwIz9b3I/AAAAAAAAADo/C7a4ZECUebQ/s320/DSC_0537.JPG" width="212" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As I write this, he is resting his head on my shoulder and we are snuggling in bed. Jackson and his friend Luke are comfy in their sleeping bags watching a movie in the playroom and JJ is at Camp Gma and will be home this afternoon.</span><br />
<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Cooper is our bonus baby. I sent Corey back to the store at least 5 times to buy more tests because they kept being positive. </span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1Bc63Bc45s/TSHYS99-ilI/AAAAAAAAADs/27wI9Bn9cz4/s1600/Cooper.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u1Bc63Bc45s/TSHYS99-ilI/AAAAAAAAADs/27wI9Bn9cz4/s320/Cooper.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">His birth story is a quick one. We went to our morning appointment and Dr. Betterton had us check into the hospital. With all 3 boys I was induced due to high blood pressure. They get me all hooked up to the bells and whistles, and pitocin drip. We wait a bit, I get checked, nothing, pitocin seems to be taking it's own sweet time. Couple hours go by, I am not sure the exact order but somewhere in there my parents arrive, Corey goes home to get the boys settled, nurse tells us it won't be until later in the night and then another nurse checks me. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"><b>Woosh</b></span>, she accidentally breaks my water. The contractions begin and they are STRONG! There is no stopping now. We get on the long list of people wanting epidurals, contractions are getting stronger and much closer. Epidural guys arrives, I "talk" to Corey on the phone and strongly encourage him to speed back to the hospital or he may miss the birth. About 3:00 pm Corey and Dr. Betterton walk into the room and 11 minutes later out pops Cooper. The epidural served no purpose. Famous last words again from our doctor...."It really does get easier each time for you guys." </span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u1Bc63Bc45s/TSHZrtJZJFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/nmAWQVohL8M/s1600/100_1331.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u1Bc63Bc45s/TSHZrtJZJFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/nmAWQVohL8M/s320/100_1331.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Cooper Alan Anderson made his grand entrance into the world January 3, 2008 at 3:11 pm weighing in a tad over 7 pounds and 20 inches tall. He is my snuggler and ball boy. He could shoot at the living room hoop for hours, as long as someone rebounded for him. He loves oatmeal and rice milk. Every morning when he wakes up, "Milk mommy, milk daddy." His favorite songs are </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eGTQOmISq2w">Return of the Quack</a></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> and Call me a Duck. Elmo is his favorite monster and anything John Deere puts a smile on his face. He loves recycling and garbage trucks and tackling his brothers.</span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u1Bc63Bc45s/TSHagWoOS0I/AAAAAAAAAD4/EckctroL6Qk/s1600/Halloween-12.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u1Bc63Bc45s/TSHagWoOS0I/AAAAAAAAAD4/EckctroL6Qk/s320/Halloween-12.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Happy Birthday Cooper! Have an amazing day!</span></div></div>Team Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12907370706761916033noreply@blogger.com1