tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43009236013486083802024-02-21T20:09:08.026-08:00Medders FamilyThe new online home of the Medders Family - Jason, Kelli, Wyatt, Callie, Sadie, and WatsonMedders Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10147257446708355533noreply@blogger.comBlogger84125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300923601348608380.post-18657151037141636802012-06-10T20:00:00.000-07:002012-06-10T20:00:12.144-07:00A Few of the Many Faces<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Medders Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10147257446708355533noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300923601348608380.post-71721312138910339752012-06-03T21:14:00.001-07:002012-06-03T21:14:22.231-07:00The BoysLast week we moved Watson into his big boy room with Wyatt. Wyatt has been asking about it since we brought Watson home and since he now sleeps through the night, we thought it was time. We also decided it was time since Wyatt stayed up late one night and quietly rearranged his room to make a space for the crib. The boys now share a room and Wyatt LOVES it. I didn't realize it would be such a hard transition on Watson. Our other kids have stayed in our room for a couple of months then transitioned easily to their own bedrooms. Watson stayed extra long in our room and I think he was quite used to it. We had a couple of rough nights but I think he now likes his new space. I am amazed that Wyatt can sleep through anything. Even if Watson wakes up hungry, Wyatt keeps on sleeping. <div>
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This is Wyatt's room after he rearranged furniture to add a roommate. The crib didn't quite fit there so I did a little more arranging but Wyatt was happy with outcome.<br /><div>
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A couple of nights ago, I went to check on the boys shortly after we put them to bed, and Wyatt had decided he needed to be a little closer to Watson. They were snuggling in Watson's crib. Too sweet. </div>
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She's come a long way in four years.<br />
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And today we officially added Watson as a member of our family.
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We are thrilled that he is now officially forever ours.<br />
We went to the courthouse today at 11:30. The proceedings were relatively simple, and we were done in only a few minutes. We testified before the judge that we wanted Watson to officially be part of our family. She signed some final paperwork, we went downstairs and submitted it, and we were done! What a great feeling it is!<br />
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It'll take a few weeks before the rest of the dust settles. We still have to get his new, updated birth certificate, and we'll have to get him a social security number and all that jazz, but the wait is over. He's officially Watson Howard Medders, and he's officially ours!Medders Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10147257446708355533noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300923601348608380.post-12755797145981458662012-02-27T13:27:00.002-08:002012-02-27T13:28:58.713-08:00A HugI gave Callie a hug today, and this was her response.<div><br /></div><div>"You're squeezing me like a blood pressure cuff."</div><div><br /></div><div>I laughed.</div><div><br /></div><div>"What? You really are."</div><div><br /></div><div>Think she has been to the doctor enough in her four years of life?</div>Medders Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10147257446708355533noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300923601348608380.post-83047747182891589102012-02-14T20:59:00.000-08:002012-02-14T21:41:27.673-08:00It finally happened<div style="text-align: center;"><span ><br /></span></div><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIEvAUwnJABCNoagNLXCwUXkOrRq_SLIS_z6G_PMFmfRgA1JYaqxuJACs9Rgb09XsquKqQ4AdW3_6HtK-AtbmYPH3arKdkj89zvHC316A5dd1L4nV5Ye6vI8H6u1nNHTQleVERJU9_ML0/s1600/DSCN0427.JPG"></a>The little miss started preschool today. </span></span><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: normal; ">A little less than a month ago, Callie had her (belated) four year checkup. Jason and I had started discussing the possibility of preschool in the fall but we wanted to get the doctor's thoughts. Her first thought was "Why wait until fall?" She really encouraged us to go ahead and start Callie in school now. So, we took her advise, discussed it quite a bit and today Callie had her first day. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: normal; ">She is going two days a week for a few hours and she absolutely loves it. The preschool she attends is across town, so we went big and Callie rides the bus there. I think that might be her most favorite part. She was outside flagging and waving the bus down this morning. We have come a long way from the days when she would vomit any time we would put her in her carseat. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: normal; ">The preschool teacher that has been coming to our home met Callie at the front door of the school and took some pictures for us. Callie made friends (though a kid named Wyatt is the only one she can remember), she played in the gym, ate a cookie, or "part of a cookie," and read some books. Sounds like fun to me. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: normal; ">I was emotional this morning but so very thankful for a healthy girl who can now go to preschool. Part of our decision to send her to school is realizing that we have about maxed out on the "school environment" we can give her at home. She can learn her numbers, alphabet and colors here at home, but she really needs the social environment. I can now see how her life is different from spending the first 2 and a half years secluded from the world around her. She now needs to spread her little wings and learn to interact with others and listen to a teacher. It was so fun to see how excited she is about her new experience and I am thankful it is one she was ready for. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-style: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">When we first started talking with her about preschool, she had three requests. 1. She wanted to take Wyatt's thermos to school. (She doesn't actually do this since she is there for such a short period of time). 2. We sew a backpack. (Boy, did we sew! Callie and I think it is the best backpack in the entire world. We looked at all the pink fabric in the store before Callie finally decided what she wanted. And once she made her choice, there was no going back. She picked out the material and told me what was to be the inside and what was to be the outside. I gave her other little creative options/ideas during the sewing but she did not like any of them. She wanted it simple and her way. The result is a cute, <i>lightweight</i> backpack that can carry her treasures to and from school). 3. I help her with her homework. (She still doesn't understand that she won't be having homework. One of her first statements today was "Mom, I think I am going to need some help with my homework tonight."</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">So that is our latest big news. And followup from last week. The steroid helped Sadie tremendously. She still has a cold but is not having trouble breathing. Callie is quite healthy, for now. Watson got sicker over the weekend but seems to be doing better now. And Wyatt now has a wonderful bright orange cast. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">Callie excited for her first day of preschool.</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeLKhzbWuMcWcCTYQg2S0Lqff17cPtrZbd9xlWeLjiFM9D1FH-i48NxewgiYfcgCLNSRoAUWVfS13egaF1xIFg5c3iBZ8wh5mEo4eRW-FormRt018l6_A5W64x9lYXpZJ18AHMk61xktc/s320/DSCN0426.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709232658690395442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " />Showing off the fancy backpack that her mother made for her (out of material chosen by Callie).</div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIEvAUwnJABCNoagNLXCwUXkOrRq_SLIS_z6G_PMFmfRgA1JYaqxuJACs9Rgb09XsquKqQ4AdW3_6HtK-AtbmYPH3arKdkj89zvHC316A5dd1L4nV5Ye6vI8H6u1nNHTQleVERJU9_ML0/s1600/DSCN0427.JPG" style="font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIEvAUwnJABCNoagNLXCwUXkOrRq_SLIS_z6G_PMFmfRgA1JYaqxuJACs9Rgb09XsquKqQ4AdW3_6HtK-AtbmYPH3arKdkj89zvHC316A5dd1L4nV5Ye6vI8H6u1nNHTQleVERJU9_ML0/s320/DSCN0427.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709232672776798290" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a><div style="text-align: left;">Wyatt sporting his new orange cast.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg47itXMt7V1ZxFY3cmr9Y5Ro5u7eC7rLrhSR1uZPqiiqcOMpcCTayQtXGUIqy63H_KHgruIl_9TJqqBfpNkamn8KM8BtsOe6lCMCrDpSgE4jGNKkATn3qL4CWeeWyW2x8zKD4Y14N_Jhw/s1600/DSCN0423.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg47itXMt7V1ZxFY3cmr9Y5Ro5u7eC7rLrhSR1uZPqiiqcOMpcCTayQtXGUIqy63H_KHgruIl_9TJqqBfpNkamn8KM8BtsOe6lCMCrDpSgE4jGNKkATn3qL4CWeeWyW2x8zKD4Y14N_Jhw/s320/DSCN0423.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709232652624375250" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></a><br class="Apple-interchange-newline"></div>Medders Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10147257446708355533noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300923601348608380.post-15223897267474300222012-02-06T21:03:00.001-08:002012-02-06T21:06:51.019-08:00Oh, What a DaySadie has croup. <div>I knew this yesterday when I kept her home from church. It was confirmed today when I took her to the doctor for a dose of oral steroids.</div><div><br /></div><div>While caring for Sadie, the doctor heard Callie cough. She wasn't impressed. Though Callie does not have croup yet, given her history of crummy lungs, she is now on three days of steroids.</div><div><br /></div><div>Watson has a cold. He wasn't sick enough to warrant any drugs but we are keeping our eye on him.</div><div><br /></div><div>While at school today, Wyatt fell. He broke his arm.</div><div><br /></div><div>It is 11:00 PM. I just showered for the day. Impressive.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Medders Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10147257446708355533noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300923601348608380.post-22595570424353813072012-02-04T18:13:00.001-08:002012-02-04T18:56:01.276-08:00We're doing fine...just busy.<div style="text-align: left;">Keeping up with the blog seems to be getting more difficult to do. I dunno, maybe it's because we have four kids, all age six and under. By the time everyone gets bathed, dressed, fed, and off to work, school, therapy, errands, activities, etc., it seems like it's time to go to bed and do it all again tomorrow. Life's busy, but we're having fun.</div><div><br /></div><div>Here's an update on the kiddos, in age order (oldest to youngest), based on what everyone did today.</div><div><br /></div><div>Wyatt went with Jason to Monster Jam. It had been a few years since Wyatt went to see the monster trucks, so he was glad to go again. Jason and Wyatt rode their bikes to the Fargodome (on February 4 - what an awesome winter we're having!) and enjoyed the show. Wyatt particularly liked Megatron (or whatever the cheesy, car-eating, flame-throwing, robot-dinosaur-monster thing is called these days). </div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3EmhBhnIAaZ02uu6RJoal0ZE7MXl-rmlTB5NzEUgM7PEt2eskVi6jjhrWFSpL6V3XkGWzc5ZmG4uWdGtmhf5mt1c6yOT5tKqrLa9XOFcBX6I_4_srGi-99otL3E0Su4hYWeANwwPUzkw/s1600/DSCN0382.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3EmhBhnIAaZ02uu6RJoal0ZE7MXl-rmlTB5NzEUgM7PEt2eskVi6jjhrWFSpL6V3XkGWzc5ZmG4uWdGtmhf5mt1c6yOT5tKqrLa9XOFcBX6I_4_srGi-99otL3E0Su4hYWeANwwPUzkw/s320/DSCN0382.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705471233570104674" /></a><div>Callie enjoyed the fact that Kelli has been in a sewing mood recently. Kelli's made lots of stuff over the past few days, because she obviously has plenty of time to sit in front of a sewing machine. She made Callie a backpack that she can use when she eventually starts preschool. She also made Callie the skirt that she's proudly trying on in the photo below. Callie's coming down with a cold, so she also spent a lot of her day just resting and wiping snot from under her nose.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDsU0OlGsqdQiXdEfZ4cnmRqzodZqk2ronda0MOWsairXs7ZgGm0e-M-MH-MCyz1iTBcUDOSVzho-Y-pgQ-RJgGX8k8l5828h7QE6UHiqfOONYAmzAGSjaWtiTvkv93VKz8G69CesywIA/s1600/DSCN0397.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDsU0OlGsqdQiXdEfZ4cnmRqzodZqk2ronda0MOWsairXs7ZgGm0e-M-MH-MCyz1iTBcUDOSVzho-Y-pgQ-RJgGX8k8l5828h7QE6UHiqfOONYAmzAGSjaWtiTvkv93VKz8G69CesywIA/s320/DSCN0397.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705471224721037842" /></a>Sadie enjoyed her day just playing and eating. That girl will eat anything that's placed in front of her, at any time. She's the polar opposite of her tube-fed older sister. Below is a picture of what her hair looks like each morning. She twirls her hair each evening when she's going to sleep, or if she wakes up during the night. Some days are worse than others, but we typically have to struggle each morning with a couple of small dreadlocks that may or may not require scissors to remove.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8kumzih_ejVf09h-5pTeJW2r-lLPIDqabqH7MJnAtiQKKiSP7i6igF7ZnVcUC6B193VwrVEBWqqwTW8lqizRbsJ2SJLD_B3bQs1NHeuGVSE2XfjlTFSHBoruuvChHCNLfAEEZTQEBkTs/s1600/DSCN0375.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8kumzih_ejVf09h-5pTeJW2r-lLPIDqabqH7MJnAtiQKKiSP7i6igF7ZnVcUC6B193VwrVEBWqqwTW8lqizRbsJ2SJLD_B3bQs1NHeuGVSE2XfjlTFSHBoruuvChHCNLfAEEZTQEBkTs/s320/DSCN0375.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705471219693196834" /></a>Watson is still as cute as ever. He smiles a lot, and he enjoys "talking." Lots of cooing and giggling make him a ton of fun to be around. It's hard to believe he's been with us for almost four months now. Watson's growing - he's at the tenth percentile for height and the thirty-third for weight. He's such a blessing!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPWDhHLn67apL3nLJz9MtORZo0yGqqR4xbwTBFQhWJMJfRTFzQOsT7DwXPEoAYBW3DPDf9nzK09M0OzawKfFqsYozFDpZtToLfsdas7y8Dy-OP1gEGpLEDl6GhELFcLQewzX9bzXjruAQ/s1600/DSCN0408.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPWDhHLn67apL3nLJz9MtORZo0yGqqR4xbwTBFQhWJMJfRTFzQOsT7DwXPEoAYBW3DPDf9nzK09M0OzawKfFqsYozFDpZtToLfsdas7y8Dy-OP1gEGpLEDl6GhELFcLQewzX9bzXjruAQ/s320/DSCN0408.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705471213387663154" /></a>I mentioned earlier that we've had an awesome winter, with regard to weather. The past couple of days, we've had "hoar frost." You'll have to look it up online to get an official definition. I just know it looks awesome and turns everything into a winter wonderland. Snow on trees looks cool, but hoar frost covers all the branch surfaces - not just the top - so everything gets a frosted look to it. Here's a shot looking north on our street.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghB3ppgGu94itEWYGvYHZhXQgygHyM-M4tKZKkneyqG3mbAjXduDCDb9KkGGUvefxRlvng-hT0aSqL3MbBZNN5G7FW5cJU_XYmwl6l3Kk7_MhDxZY2rHb3NzRtKOibHgYaD-d6RbKWbtw/s1600/DSCN0376.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghB3ppgGu94itEWYGvYHZhXQgygHyM-M4tKZKkneyqG3mbAjXduDCDb9KkGGUvefxRlvng-hT0aSqL3MbBZNN5G7FW5cJU_XYmwl6l3Kk7_MhDxZY2rHb3NzRtKOibHgYaD-d6RbKWbtw/s320/DSCN0376.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705477700048794930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></a></div><div>Anyway, we're all just peachy. We're looking into some options for Callie to have some more aggressive feeding therapy, so we'll probably offer an update when we know more about that. At some point in her life, she'll need to put the feeding pump away, so hopefully attending an intensive feeding therapy program somewhere will aid in that process. More on that in the coming weeks...</div></div>Medders Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10147257446708355533noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300923601348608380.post-78794545482507068542012-01-03T17:39:00.001-08:002012-01-03T19:30:11.548-08:00What a Trip!<div>We're back from a long (but great!) trip to Alabama. Here's a quick recap:</div><div><br /></div><div>On Thursday before Christmas, we loaded up Jason, Kelli, Wyatt, Callie, Sadie, Watson, and the dog in the Excursion and hit the road at 2:00 PM. We drove through the night Thursday and most of the day Friday, stopping only to feed someone, let someone use the bathroom, or fill the tank. Other than that, it was just us and the road. Although rather stinky when we arrived 26 hours after leaving, we were glad to have had safe travels.</div><div><br /></div><div>We stayed with Moms and Pops in Trussville. Jason's brother and sister-in-law, Stephen and Lauren, got there the next day, so Moms and Pops were glad to have everyone at the house for Christmas. It was great to see Stephen and Lauren; we don't get to do that often since they live in Florida.</div><div><br /></div><div>On Christmas day, Moms picked up her parents from the retirement home in Cook Springs and brought them to the house. It was fun seeing four generations together in the same place, and Great Grandmother and Great Granddaddy Glaze got a kick out of all the little ones running around. Sadie squealed and got excited about everything, whether the gift was for her or not. Watson just sat quietly and took it all in.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg_Daw6oGvYd9lgMVQssrL5QLUZZ1nv-tPf8IKe8jZVvYGs7bv__UDaWwYp6cg7QiZAaHA8Us8VR3bb3Jz2xTCXAgvM33ItpKe_MU0fGXjOKk0nA49ZCw2UgFX4ZDJBLMPk1mO016Rj-c/s1600/DSCN0235.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg_Daw6oGvYd9lgMVQssrL5QLUZZ1nv-tPf8IKe8jZVvYGs7bv__UDaWwYp6cg7QiZAaHA8Us8VR3bb3Jz2xTCXAgvM33ItpKe_MU0fGXjOKk0nA49ZCw2UgFX4ZDJBLMPk1mO016Rj-c/s320/DSCN0235.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693595992620719474" /></a>The day after Christmas, we drove to Anniston to see Pops' side of the family - aunts, uncles, cousins, and other extended family. We spent the afternoon there and had a grand old time.<div><br /></div><div>Kelli took a shotgun and harvested some mistletoe. I don't know how others do it, but that's the way it's done in Alabama. Shoot some squirrel shot at the mistletoe and it just comes tumbling to the ground to be gathered. Lots easier than trying to climb the tree.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAgC9wYFW5CGSO52ZfATTuVd5JxdigaFwV9vPSfkO10DFEsuLvb6Yc9SACfgQKVRJUeRG1sEXA6R3E3WbvlEQ1WQU9n4rcccmisKORZQRVIbVshVXIffyxPtntK9zdvZ3gqAOJ34osjsw/s1600/DSCN0277.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAgC9wYFW5CGSO52ZfATTuVd5JxdigaFwV9vPSfkO10DFEsuLvb6Yc9SACfgQKVRJUeRG1sEXA6R3E3WbvlEQ1WQU9n4rcccmisKORZQRVIbVshVXIffyxPtntK9zdvZ3gqAOJ34osjsw/s320/DSCN0277.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693595232846254850" /></a>Funny thing is, Uncle Mike has a donkey (named Jack - guess what his last name is!) that decided the mistletoe Kelli was holding would make a nice snack. Kelli couldn't turn her back on Jack or her prized "kill" would start missing a few leaves here and there.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwPqwAipVgn9zgcw20Y99hrR6KzVTDRxvIRfo9zqvL7u2N0HBGFXtsZIfbAilZ-yelcTc1Udq-W8dDA4Z-6xvythGoCjItZSOloWchirl3Gx8hMPsT3aeP0sqUuL2gcXHX30OuYbo134c/s1600/DSCN0279.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwPqwAipVgn9zgcw20Y99hrR6KzVTDRxvIRfo9zqvL7u2N0HBGFXtsZIfbAilZ-yelcTc1Udq-W8dDA4Z-6xvythGoCjItZSOloWchirl3Gx8hMPsT3aeP0sqUuL2gcXHX30OuYbo134c/s320/DSCN0279.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693595227536044082" /></a>Uncle Mike's brother stopped by in the Rat Rod he's been working on. As you can see, it's awfully ugly, but that's the point. The saw blades across the front are just clipped on for now. He hasn't welded them in place yet, because he's still experimenting with where exactly they should be.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcqUWBA94al4V6cAhOzz9yvVuq7jqVGWV2lLKVJZNSJkiq9kmqGmnSRC9Sx3W-cDKya26bre5sfUII7WvZ-4P3KIg-9AKSpkw934hIuqJN-OnQF4VzaiCy4Om3nEhoaI7JC9H_B5yYO7k/s1600/DSCN0273.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcqUWBA94al4V6cAhOzz9yvVuq7jqVGWV2lLKVJZNSJkiq9kmqGmnSRC9Sx3W-cDKya26bre5sfUII7WvZ-4P3KIg-9AKSpkw934hIuqJN-OnQF4VzaiCy4Om3nEhoaI7JC9H_B5yYO7k/s320/DSCN0273.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693593656481499970" /></a>Jason's cousin Wesley has an S10 pickup that's on the quick side. Wide tires in the back, Chevy 350 under the hood - it'll get you there in a hurry. He took the kids on a ride down the driveway and back (it's a long driveway) and took Jason out for a spin. To call it loud would be an understatement. To call is slow would be a downright lie.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgetWZejC07BumgUCQ3wfFuqkPAGF9BSknaDEgQyVO-pl0oM_qU1jRLFnVbs5cSuKrhX8qnifgImqtAVi3-qQMv9-FN-7PEqDD3I_BpSux_NGoIQGrdC3vwR5A4quJl1Biww1IUmrKku2s/s1600/DSCN0286.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgetWZejC07BumgUCQ3wfFuqkPAGF9BSknaDEgQyVO-pl0oM_qU1jRLFnVbs5cSuKrhX8qnifgImqtAVi3-qQMv9-FN-7PEqDD3I_BpSux_NGoIQGrdC3vwR5A4quJl1Biww1IUmrKku2s/s320/DSCN0286.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693593651464168514" /></a></div><div>The day after Anniston trip, we loaded up and drove to Northport, outside Tuscaloosa, to see Papa's side of the family. Kelli's uncles and aunts and cousins were there, and it made for quite a crowd. They're all big Alabama football fans, so you can be they'll be tuning in to the national championship game in the next few days. Here's the whole gang on the steps. </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Ow3ZO3JhDorCsufm89weYulZslSTkP8iGGYXBMDyw1BOaN3dX4paQhIzR2l_vlY2gzDCnpZuxF17Zk-YcbKe5-dqFKqUbAQ2r_tDqCOHsBRImYHU9FEeHxbicQj51-sxhhvjV3TD9fQ/s1600/ABC.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6Ow3ZO3JhDorCsufm89weYulZslSTkP8iGGYXBMDyw1BOaN3dX4paQhIzR2l_vlY2gzDCnpZuxF17Zk-YcbKe5-dqFKqUbAQ2r_tDqCOHsBRImYHU9FEeHxbicQj51-sxhhvjV3TD9fQ/s320/ABC.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693590670186466290" /></a>As usual, we had a great time visiting with everyone. Papa's brothers are a hoot! We had traditional Christmas fare - hot wings, Chick-fil-A nuggets, ribs, potato salad, baked beans, and fried pickles. Oh yeah - and enough dessert to feed a village. No, make that two villages. We all ate way too much.</div><div><br /></div><div>Though we would have loved to stay longer, we loaded the Excursion again and drove to Montgomery to see Kelli's sister and her husband. We mainly just hung out, though we did make one journey downtown to see the big Christmas tree at the capitol building. Here we all are (well, most of us) in front of the tree.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga6ANCJzjTLpgBleXrJxtmny_5QYYRp62q5Wtz-by-VTChhQT6A_Nmq4oYgUcrOPe00XjTvOnffeI4FN9gE8AWllC4B3uTc4yTnwJIEtDr_lGb690A2TEGTmC77uiIvzSGMjkSUASRnO8/s1600/DSCN0321.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga6ANCJzjTLpgBleXrJxtmny_5QYYRp62q5Wtz-by-VTChhQT6A_Nmq4oYgUcrOPe00XjTvOnffeI4FN9gE8AWllC4B3uTc4yTnwJIEtDr_lGb690A2TEGTmC77uiIvzSGMjkSUASRnO8/s320/DSCN0321.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693590659527668082" /></a>We did get pulled over on the highway between Tuscaloosa and Montgomery. It was night time and the driver (Jason) let our land yacht drift a little too far across the center line. The officer approached the Excursion, and with his flashlight shining in the window, he saw booster set, car seat, car seat, car seat, wife, father-in-law, driver. After about the second car seat, he must've determined we were no threat. He just checked Jason's license and insurance, made sure we were okay, and sent us on our way. Later, Papa said he probably pulled us over because he'd never met anyone from North Dakota. Apparently, not many folks from the upper-midwest drive through Podunk, Alabama (not the real town name).</div><div><br /></div><div>After a couple of days in Montgomery, it was back to Trussville. We participated in all the fun stuff at Moms and Pops house - riding the zip line, riding the battery powered jeep, going on hay rides, playing with marshmallow guns, going on four wheeler rides, sitting around bonfires, shooting Wyatt's new BB gun (Christmas present), making s'mores, and mixing kids and fireworks. Sadie was a big fan of the sparklers.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoxQTZq4Rzmr9JVyS00CRlPokl8PXIHLWr0PLRLJVndrKjDnwR28I5u7-1cMPOkWZhTYQz562tb2sz3Z64lzqZvSfjbrtgqVCxzOMY-GnqCv4of7O7jnF2lKwPoeD5oF2sv_g61TfpEQs/s1600/DSCN0339.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoxQTZq4Rzmr9JVyS00CRlPokl8PXIHLWr0PLRLJVndrKjDnwR28I5u7-1cMPOkWZhTYQz562tb2sz3Z64lzqZvSfjbrtgqVCxzOMY-GnqCv4of7O7jnF2lKwPoeD5oF2sv_g61TfpEQs/s320/DSCN0339.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693590647191213570" /></a>There were lots of other tons-of-fun things we did, too, but space and time are both short. Suffice it to say, it was a GREAT trip to Alabama.</div><div><br /></div><div>On New Year's Day, we loaded up (again) in the Excursion and headed back to Fargo. We made better time on the way back - only twenty-FIVE hours instead of twenty-SIX. We couldn't have asked for the kids to be any better, though. They're some real troopers (and road warriors). The final total was 3287 miles. We'll probably not drive anywhere else for a while... :)</div><div><br /></div><div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Medders Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10147257446708355533noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300923601348608380.post-8259621411281039782011-12-16T12:16:00.000-08:002011-12-16T12:17:29.652-08:00Early ChristmasMom: "Callie, would it be fun to have Christmas early and open up presents tomorrow?"<div><br /></div><div>Callie: "Um, I don't want to."</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Well, there you have it. A child who is not excited about opening gifts.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Medders Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10147257446708355533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300923601348608380.post-34726618208232456502011-11-27T18:49:00.000-08:002011-11-27T19:36:51.320-08:00Family UpdateWell, now that we're all settling into a better routine with a new member of the family, hopefully some time will be available to keep up with the blog on a more regular basis. Of course, you shouldn't hold your breath...<div><br /></div><div>Here's a quick overview of everyone in our household:</div><div><br /></div><div>Since the weather's been so nice (no permanent snow yet), Jason's had lots of time to get the house ready for winter. All the leaves are out of the yard, the lawnmower and the snowblower have changed positions in the garage, and the downstairs windows have a little extra insulation around them. Today, he even got the garage cleaned up so that when it does become time to crank the snowblower, he's got plenty of room to maneuver it out into the driveway. Hopefully, it's a few more weeks (months?) until we get to that point, but at least things are already set to go. Jason also watched some football this weekend - real football (SEC) - so he enjoyed that.</div><div><br /></div><div>Kelli has spent lots of time putting up Christmas decorations. Because we're cheap, our budget for new decorations is zero. However, that doesn't mean we don't have some snazzy new stuff this year. Back during Fargo's cleanup week (last May), we found a lot of garland, lights, and wreaths that someone had put on the curb as trash. After sorting through it, Kelli discovered it was actually in good shape. Really good shape. (Still haven't figured out why it was being tossed, other than the owner just got tired of it.) The result is that now we've got "new" garland around our door (with lights!), a couple of new wreaths (with bows and balls) on the door and fence, and a small lighted tree (tasteful - not tacky) on the front porch. Cheap? Yes. But seriously - it really looks nice.</div><div><br /></div><div>Wyatt enjoyed his time off school for Thanksgiving. With the nice weather, he and Jason spent quite a bit of time playing football in the yard. Well, it probably wasn't actually football that was being played - at least not in the sense that anyone else would understand the rules - but it was played <i>with </i>a football, so maybe that counts. Wyatt's at the age where it's fun to make up new rules or change the rules as the game progresses to increase his odds of winning. If you're a Calvin and Hobbes fan, you could think of it as Calvin Ball. Regardless, it was good exercise for father and son, and a good bonding experience. And the nice weather made it all the more enjoyable.</div><div><br /></div><div>Callie asks each day (several times) if it's Christmas. Nope, it isn't Christmas. We've still got a month or so. How about now? Is it Christmas now? Nope. Hasn't changed from ten minutes ago. Is tomorrow Christmas? Nope. It's in a month. Is Christmas next week? No. A month. When is Christmas? December. Is it December? No. Not yet. When will it be December? In a few days. Then will it be Christmas? Not until the end of December. Will it be Christmas tonight? You get the picture...</div><div><br /></div><div>Sadie has greatly improved her climbing skills, though her parents do not necessarily approve. Just the other day, when Jason was alone with all four children while Kelli ran some errands, he walked into the kitchen to find Sadie sitting cross legged in the middle of the kitchen table (stark naked, no less), helping herself to a beverage left from supper. Just because food appears to be out of her reach on the counter doesn't mean that it's actually in a space she cannot get to. She's quite resourceful, and if food's involved, can climb to great lengths to get it. We discovered she's able to access the apple bowl. We also discovered she prefers to take only a bite or two from one apple before moving on to the next.</div><div><br /></div><div>Watson has begun to smile. They're still pretty few and far between, but at least we're beginning to see some. He really is adjusting well, and he's usually very content. He gets a little testy if he asks for food and doesn't get it in approximately half a second, but other than that, he's pretty mild mannered. It's fun to watch him be a bit more interactive now as he gets older. He's still tiny, of course, but that makes for some great snuggle time. We sure do love that little guy!</div><div><br /></div><div>So that's the world of the Medders family.</div>Medders Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10147257446708355533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300923601348608380.post-59883275658160853442011-11-16T18:31:00.000-08:002011-11-17T19:05:19.765-08:00A Quick Update<div style="text-align: left;">It has been a while since our last update, but life is very busy as we try to find our new normal with four kids. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Here are some pictures from what has happened in the last month.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkSdAUDoKVS9A02iT36unOUbYWg83xIwom7N6JtIzVQz5NRWantPXXiLdN1dEgBN0EfqSW-yYGZpAR0VIVfPT1d1Z1CTne_oHAzr7Go3o_mKoahCY0KT0uJfOLEQHOCZz0XLvN1AWxLpY/s320/DSC01445.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675839092629465250" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /><div style="text-align: center;">Jason and Callie celebrated birthdays. We had a combined party on Halloween.</div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6PQzR4vLF5obZLSlYhopooOmEvc5LYgZSAU3T5R4VUDbU8ApU4llRPcs1Lq3Pu2gNHMVBooumg6a4HwyVpB9DAUXotrPxh17Mvvkx4658ZILvRITGqIEjzFKJxKZN0epzFtb-s6Cm6NA/s320/DSC01406.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675839091044477250" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /><div style="text-align: center;">This little girl has come a long way in four years. She had a really great time opening presents and being sung to. </div></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDirNVxPUw3kSI3KlVR8ZbmqFBGmVHAi8U-1iitzc040-SWjXCjmsIlMv0X0uLx1H-aI20EL9uK_Vc_pjoJHxV_qlhEDMhLPSNRdae2HMrderDmQn7OXbIj9mG_5qEPksm4TFDfXYDbS8/s320/IMG_3805.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675840469198406482" /><div style="text-align: center;">Before the birthday celebrations, we took the kids trick or treating. Sadie thought it was great fun. She couldn't eat the candy fast enough. I love this picture of Sadie and Grandpops.</div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK-NsedMoG2kD0NxmXuFVNyc5yTFYQrNIIfgBFgvs4sfKidPF9LfLGVnHbyTJf2vnzT-JO6V-DvYAYWn6OihuZ0apX5T0Qa6pGPy4DBob49FpWM5fi8QWucSNH4VISrmkU4EkVGcWK1vQ/s1600/IMG_3856.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK-NsedMoG2kD0NxmXuFVNyc5yTFYQrNIIfgBFgvs4sfKidPF9LfLGVnHbyTJf2vnzT-JO6V-DvYAYWn6OihuZ0apX5T0Qa6pGPy4DBob49FpWM5fi8QWucSNH4VISrmkU4EkVGcWK1vQ/s320/IMG_3856.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675839664604012946" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Wyatt adores his baby brother. He was very excited that Watson received an outfit that matched one of his shirts. When Wyatt wears his shirt, he always asks me to dress Watson in his outfit so they will look alike. Oh, and Wyatt lost his first tooth!</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu_kIn7nXUOAuWFQHVYwAPMuGcqKIcYRnil8w5qWdy3h6iCZeviwfImOSG_mcozebgWFftV06UXfSF6N68eKc2iuWgXpGsdYGJvNz3paE-SQtaqDIHl6r2tiTJtgfNR4ey87XxZPFsXnA/s1600/IMG_3851.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu_kIn7nXUOAuWFQHVYwAPMuGcqKIcYRnil8w5qWdy3h6iCZeviwfImOSG_mcozebgWFftV06UXfSF6N68eKc2iuWgXpGsdYGJvNz3paE-SQtaqDIHl6r2tiTJtgfNR4ey87XxZPFsXnA/s320/IMG_3851.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675839109098293666" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Watson was being serious before bedtime.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVyLXryiqetkCGRwazowyJil4_q_4PXfyjz3oMBh_q6gb03ayr5G_FnhXZSuNBaEmj3gS53mT3iThaQJ6LwpRptYnXFS9g_4yPvhw59YUfVbJuBXa4JdmPQ2Sd6on7vCG5SrT-FVRFYnE/s1600/DSCN0018.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVyLXryiqetkCGRwazowyJil4_q_4PXfyjz3oMBh_q6gb03ayr5G_FnhXZSuNBaEmj3gS53mT3iThaQJ6LwpRptYnXFS9g_4yPvhw59YUfVbJuBXa4JdmPQ2Sd6on7vCG5SrT-FVRFYnE/s320/DSCN0018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675839106645670114" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;">We went on our yearly hunting trip - with all four kids and two grandparents in tow. We had a great time. I was able to shoot this beautiful buck. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJQvkL-DeuNwmlUyPK0-QMSa9NrrSH4lCjRZRJ5JEose3kjZkiFcchRWqAs_d0Jt0Ua41Pwyd5C_vTP6YYCVcO9pByzdbPn_D_QCd8W6V-9oYzkLHdsk6qdNdNVRHsW0iHf2a6xrbr9o8/s320/DSCN0026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675839097608754146" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Miss Sadie loves the outdoors. We have had some wonderful fall days where the kids can still play outside. I love that it was mid-November before we had our first snowfall. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So there is a super-speedy overview of the last few weeks. I want to have time to post more about each of the kids but I just need to figure out a time to do that. We are all doing well though and Watson seems to be settling right in as a "Medders." </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div>Medders Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10147257446708355533noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300923601348608380.post-64354748599607248272011-10-24T18:56:00.000-07:002011-10-24T19:33:37.449-07:00We are home and in the process of learning our new normal. I have not yet figured out how to have 4 children. My biggest accomplishment of the day was walking to school. Wyatt walked, Callie and Sadie rode in the wagon and Watson was in the sling attached to me. It worked nicely. It probably will continue to work nicely until there is ice on the ground. Then I will have to rethink my plan. <div><br /></div><div>I have come to realize I am intimidated by having four kids. I don't know when I will get the nerve to go anywhere (besides walking to school) with all of them. Me versus 4 children. Oh my, I would be incredibly outnumbered. Miss Sadiebug is my wild card right now. She is learning that she now has to walk more because I can't carry her as much. That is giving her more freedom to explore her surroundings and ignore her mother. She is fiesty and I am trying to figure out how to reign that in while also understanding she has had to give up her "baby" status to become a "big sister." Most of the time she loves doting on Watson but if I think she is being a little too helpful, an earsplitting tantrum is soon to follow, thus my fears about taking her out in public. </div><div><br /></div><div>We have been back in Fargo for a week now and are working on new routines. Jason was off all last week so it was incredibly convenient to have an extra set of hands. Now that I am solo during the day, I am finding it little more difficult. To help with bonding, we try to hold Watson as much as possible. I haven't quite figured out how to multitask while doing that. I am also a little under the weather so that is not helping my ability to be topnotch. Hopefully with each passing day I will start to feel better and I will learn how to be a more proficient mother of four. </div><div><br /></div><div>We think Watson is adjusting to our family wonderfully. I had expected a fussy, unsettled baby but he is neither of those. He loves to snuggle and be held and sleeps wonderfully well during daylight hours or when he is sleeping right next to us. We are still working on the sleeping at night part, though. He also likes to eat. Every three hours. Around the clock. No matter how much we try to feed the little guy, it will only tide him over for three hours. </div><div><br /></div><div>Watson had his first pediatrician visit here in Fargo and it went wonderfully. She thought he looked and sounded great and he is growing nicely. Must be the 3 hour feedings. He is fighting a cold right now thanks to the helpfulness of his younger sisters. We all got sick on our way back and Callie and Sadie just can't stay away from him so they passed their cold on to him. I will be glad when we are all healthy again. </div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXwyslbTaDq413HKw69ZRGooo2A3gW9dssre115CF3cFR91vI9YzHb1-J2LaLh_Vky_bpLCAXDd4lQy6cJH9wmv54eSyNFqzZSSq_IYcUpx_fU09wH2U-KRjBpOtPYnNztfgP3XvYzNQ4/s1600/watson.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXwyslbTaDq413HKw69ZRGooo2A3gW9dssre115CF3cFR91vI9YzHb1-J2LaLh_Vky_bpLCAXDd4lQy6cJH9wmv54eSyNFqzZSSq_IYcUpx_fU09wH2U-KRjBpOtPYnNztfgP3XvYzNQ4/s320/watson.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667251938675684450" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Bathtime.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiod0w1hli_m2GTk4Z_F4PqVDM7t8DEnao_Ab4UltRI089lyuConWcBHXHw3S085BUauUB8zpjaEupF6GA2vmtGSs8_5nhMNuHywpWrbU4Db1lhNDb-g5YVThJR_t2cEJSVC352UJM7ilg/s1600/IMG_3740.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiod0w1hli_m2GTk4Z_F4PqVDM7t8DEnao_Ab4UltRI089lyuConWcBHXHw3S085BUauUB8zpjaEupF6GA2vmtGSs8_5nhMNuHywpWrbU4Db1lhNDb-g5YVThJR_t2cEJSVC352UJM7ilg/s320/IMG_3740.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667251932869710418" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Hanging out in Mommy's lap.</div>Medders Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10147257446708355533noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300923601348608380.post-21938167170204728992011-10-13T19:14:00.000-07:002011-10-13T19:24:41.112-07:00Welcome to Our FamilyOn Tuesday we were able to welcome the newest member of our family, Watson Howard Medders. He is a beautiful baby and we are loving every minute with him. Wyatt, Callie and Sadie are doing amazingly well. We have not been cleared to come home with him yet(waiting on paperwork to clear) but hopefully that will happen soon. We are excited to get back to Fargo to our new normal.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhogoub-8co3U9slGgeWgGHFvVy2bdfvyTF5iJPIXRkDSVp97ieSiWPQQmqf4gxo7nHkV-ocJ2l2IwoMhffYxMeUNaG6XBzkQ5gckaea92fzdLmGh8qCTWEcr6vrnHaGy3aMmdZGX7ja2s/s1600/welcomebabywatson+websize-011.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhogoub-8co3U9slGgeWgGHFvVy2bdfvyTF5iJPIXRkDSVp97ieSiWPQQmqf4gxo7nHkV-ocJ2l2IwoMhffYxMeUNaG6XBzkQ5gckaea92fzdLmGh8qCTWEcr6vrnHaGy3aMmdZGX7ja2s/s320/welcomebabywatson+websize-011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663167443748592738" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSSyrWzNLSqjiCPRVcUKbFaYVCFKm51AlHGLCXep8XHh3X2wNaOv_ww4oe3paO9rORLSk-YMqi-ThgxQjKkqFrcqgsCO9oJcPcbj7k4VIIiTum8gro_fyol1N62n_gLEEX6RTSf9omgQo/s1600/welcomebabywatson+websize-003.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSSyrWzNLSqjiCPRVcUKbFaYVCFKm51AlHGLCXep8XHh3X2wNaOv_ww4oe3paO9rORLSk-YMqi-ThgxQjKkqFrcqgsCO9oJcPcbj7k4VIIiTum8gro_fyol1N62n_gLEEX6RTSf9omgQo/s320/welcomebabywatson+websize-003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663167440350065474" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7BxZ_-cqc7dVwYt_BJzLX2fmroYWa_OxGlkT8fFqapscuUlSEMKojwM4OjISnQwEkqbfyBDNqc6k6iSXQMY1TPNq0rs2i_VFBFiLnYUyP346uPR_eztKWQI3CwGLYajmYDVA0YPJDeFs/s1600/welcomebabywatson+websize-014.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7BxZ_-cqc7dVwYt_BJzLX2fmroYWa_OxGlkT8fFqapscuUlSEMKojwM4OjISnQwEkqbfyBDNqc6k6iSXQMY1TPNq0rs2i_VFBFiLnYUyP346uPR_eztKWQI3CwGLYajmYDVA0YPJDeFs/s320/welcomebabywatson+websize-014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663167451781998130" border="0" /></a>Medders Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10147257446708355533noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300923601348608380.post-91486768089049749762011-10-10T19:52:00.000-07:002011-10-10T19:56:32.932-07:00Adoption DayTuesday, October 11 at 9 AM is the big day when we will be meeting our new little guy and filling out the necessary papers to bring him home with us. Please pray it will be a wonderful, joyful day as we meet our new guy we will continue to have a peace that he is to be the newest member of our family.<br /><br />The kids are very excited about the new brother they get to meet tomorrow, and Jason's parents have joined us for support and to help with the three oldest children.<br /><br />My nerves and emotions are all over the place but I do feel a peace and believe this decision for us to be the parents was reached with a lot of thought and prayer.<br /><br />Thank you for your continued love, support, encouragement and prayers.Medders Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10147257446708355533noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300923601348608380.post-82120942588828678892011-10-08T12:07:00.000-07:002011-10-08T12:17:07.633-07:00Adoption UpdateWe have a boy!!!!!! It has been a whirlwind few days, since receiving the call late Wednesday afternoon. Now it is Saturday afternoon and we are getting ready to drive across the country to pick up Baby Boy Medders. It has been amazing how God has worked out the smallest of details for this trip. <div><br /></div><div>The entire family is thrilled. Wyatt is so used to having sisters, he keeps referring to the baby as a "her." Callie doesn't see any sense in packing and getting everything ready - she thinks we should have left yesterday! Sadie, of course, isn't old enough to know what's going on. It'll probably be a bit of a shock to her when a new baby is part of the family, but we think she will come around though. </div><div><br /></div><div>Please pray for safe travels and for everything to go smoothly. We are planning to meet our new fella Tuesday morning.</div>Medders Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10147257446708355533noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300923601348608380.post-46265565174786553132011-09-28T09:24:00.001-07:002011-09-28T09:50:26.981-07:00UpdateWe found out that we were not chosen as the "forever family" for the little boy we have been praying about. We were really hoping that it was the child God had for us. We are very thankful, though, that he has a forever home and we can pray that he grows up in a loving, Christ-centered home. So for now, we continue to pray and wait, excited to see what God his in store.<div><br /></div>Medders Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10147257446708355533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300923601348608380.post-72983547457555272922011-09-24T08:36:00.000-07:002011-09-24T08:38:07.822-07:00Adoption Update 2We did not hear news from the placement meeting that took place yesterday. So we keep waiting and praying.Medders Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10147257446708355533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300923601348608380.post-46505121260011710292011-09-19T19:31:00.000-07:002011-09-19T19:47:49.751-07:00Adoption UpdateOver the past few months, Jason and I have had the opportunity to pray about and for babies and children needing "forever homes." Some were children we didn't feel we could successfully parent. Others have been children we felt we could parent, but who were chosen for different homes. I don't know how anyone could go through adoption without knowing that God is in control. We know without a doubt that we are following God's will for our family in pursuing adoption. As we have waited for the child for our family, we have received sign after sign that we are being obedient to God's calling. It has been a very exciting few months.<div><br /></div><div>Right now there is one little fella, in particular, that we are being considered for. Some of the circumstances surrounding this case are what we had in mind and some are not. In the overall scheme of things, the factors that are different are not a big deal. Without going into any detail, because I don't feel that it is appropriate at this time, there will be a meeting on Friday, September 23, where a family will hopefully be chosen for this child. Jason and I have a peace about the situation and would be thrilled if we are chosen as the forever parents. And if not, we will know that it is not God's will and our child is still out there. </div><div><br /></div><div>We would love prayers for the committee that will be making the decision. I would like for it to be a unanimous decision where everyone involved believes the correct choice is made. Thanks so much for thinking of us, and for praying for this child and the committee.</div>Medders Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10147257446708355533noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300923601348608380.post-83635667153101639932011-09-17T11:28:00.001-07:002011-09-17T11:36:53.743-07:00Sleep Study UpdateCallie's sleep study appointments went really well. We first met with a doctor specializing in pediatric sleep disorders. I really liked him. He listened and he understood. We didn't get many answers but we did learn that Callie's nighttime headbutting is not really that uncommon. According to the doctor, children typically awaken between 6-10 times at night and most roll over and go back to sleep. Then there are some, like Callie, who start headbutting. It has nothing to do with her prematurity. Premature children do as well as those who are born full term. Researchers have not been able to figure out why some children do it. It is very annoying to the rest of the family but it is not annoying to Callie. It is just how she puts herself back to sleep. He told us to keep our box fan on so the rest of the family can sleep and as quickly as it all started, she will one day grow out of it and stop. It may be two years from now and it may be 10 years. That's not exactly what we wanted to hear but we will take it. He did mention medication that might could help her sleep, but Jason and I don't want to go that route.<div><br /></div><div>Given Callie's complex medical history he did think it was worth completing the sleep study just to make sure there were no more issues surrounding her difficulty sleeping. Jason had the privilege of staying with Callie overnight at the sleep clinic, and they had a pretty good night. Callie had so many electrodes and stickers and straps stuck to her that she had trouble hitting her head but the doctor said they captured a few good episodes. Like he suspected, all of her vitals were great through the night and the headbutting mainly occurs during her transitional sleep. There is nothing we can do about but it was nice to hear that there is nothing concerning about it. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Medders Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10147257446708355533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300923601348608380.post-20054379372913082012011-09-06T09:25:00.000-07:002011-09-06T09:34:53.193-07:00Prayer RequestWe will be traveling to St. Paul tomorrow to meet with a behavioral sleep specialist and to have a sleep study done on Callie. Please pray that we 1. have a safe trip and 2. find out either what is keeping Callie from sleeping or be given some resources to help her with her headbutting and grunting. <div><br /></div><div>Jason will be staying in town with Sadie and I will be at the hospital with Callie. For once I am hoping she has a really crummy night of sleep so they can observe it is she does all night long besides sleeping. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Medders Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10147257446708355533noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300923601348608380.post-48325807248804529492011-08-25T18:51:00.001-07:002011-08-25T19:42:31.468-07:00First Day of First Grade<div>Today was Wyatt's first day of school. He said he was a little nervous, but we couldn't tell. It is amazing how much he has changed from kindergarten to first grade.</div><div>
<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimI6CHsDR61qzsdGqhhOJRjDLyYkl6qZLjUa5B8sJ0wmNwxyPqUkYhi8EDo8BSZ81OB0LNSzR_S7H7HyzqJ3FCx0vdJLg1TdLsRoyRadMwYXv8QoGTS0sfDR_dFEFF-ZGUDn0ihyphenhyphen8eK3E/s1600/100_6715.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimI6CHsDR61qzsdGqhhOJRjDLyYkl6qZLjUa5B8sJ0wmNwxyPqUkYhi8EDo8BSZ81OB0LNSzR_S7H7HyzqJ3FCx0vdJLg1TdLsRoyRadMwYXv8QoGTS0sfDR_dFEFF-ZGUDn0ihyphenhyphen8eK3E/s320/100_6715.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644976922990713458" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">This was his first day of kindergarten.</div>
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRejO62ckmCvE5fREfibKLdWRtMPBi916ZFl-OGcFdQ8HqLC6H7TN1MM94eRIT8yfk34w2i2WM0M6gyjIkYA8mVOg8QBjH6klLJj2pZ9049kvXapadU_ilEC9Hj5t7cog2aiO16KRTpiY/s1600/IMG_3377.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRejO62ckmCvE5fREfibKLdWRtMPBi916ZFl-OGcFdQ8HqLC6H7TN1MM94eRIT8yfk34w2i2WM0M6gyjIkYA8mVOg8QBjH6klLJj2pZ9049kvXapadU_ilEC9Hj5t7cog2aiO16KRTpiY/s320/IMG_3377.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644976892998519426" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">And this is his first day of first grade. He went from little boy to young man in the blink of an eye.</div>
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<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbML4qzH9MCCSGAWneZPOK_n0y9N5VDmz0g8nRwohRPeAasZ92JW000dntQVLKNUyNgGkWVrThounw1EmqFPAeGMXpzPaiMXgbYGhtdepHifnV0MzI4TDPYodwP9RcGughc8dY0c5Ar7w/s1600/IMG_3382.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbML4qzH9MCCSGAWneZPOK_n0y9N5VDmz0g8nRwohRPeAasZ92JW000dntQVLKNUyNgGkWVrThounw1EmqFPAeGMXpzPaiMXgbYGhtdepHifnV0MzI4TDPYodwP9RcGughc8dY0c5Ar7w/s320/IMG_3382.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644976911171236946" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Last year he got teary as soon as he sat down but not this year. He couldn't wait for us to leave so he could get to coloring.</div>
<br />Wyatt was all smiles at the end of the day. He loves his teacher and loved everything about his day, especially playing outside. I suppose some things will never change. He is thrilled that he will have science this year and thinks it will be his favorite subject. His teacher read books today and he got to read a book on his own. He didn't get to eat much of his lunch because "the kindergarteners took too long." He is ready to go back tomorrow. I hope this year is as wonderful as K-5 was. Medders Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10147257446708355533noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300923601348608380.post-19568871091795367842011-08-24T07:57:00.000-07:002011-08-24T08:07:22.304-07:00Retro Vintage<div>While rummaging through my old belongings at my parent's house, I came across a little treasure. I found the most fantastic outfit that my grandmother, Snook, made for me a very long time ago. I wore it and then my dolls wore it. It now fits my little life-sized doll, so she had to wear it, polyester and all. To make it even more hip, I dressed Sadie in the shoes I made and the matching hairband that I tried my hand at. I thought she pulled off the look stunningly.</div><div>
<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHFer7bYgdn3thgMFSkTHkMa22OYVKtBEwU2EuuaHWvYyf7CuAMTSKv6fbdeJkq1Oq7kwSzgH5TTjqVrPFq3L_usjFx5fPsI5WIaTVc1_1hyphenhyphenq18vWWiYJ3LF9QjDxUMrNEqc0aeA71VkA/s1600/IMG_3356.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHFer7bYgdn3thgMFSkTHkMa22OYVKtBEwU2EuuaHWvYyf7CuAMTSKv6fbdeJkq1Oq7kwSzgH5TTjqVrPFq3L_usjFx5fPsI5WIaTVc1_1hyphenhyphenq18vWWiYJ3LF9QjDxUMrNEqc0aeA71VkA/s320/IMG_3356.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644437611399954738" /></a>Just don't mind that it came unsnapped while I was trying to get some pictures. Or that Callie is playing with the cell phone in the bottom of the picture. Or that there is a really huge box fan in the background. If those things bother you, then please let my husband know that I need a camera that is capable of blurring all those things out!Medders Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10147257446708355533noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300923601348608380.post-58588122837804833232011-08-18T18:45:00.000-07:002011-08-18T20:56:27.005-07:00Not What I Had in Mind<div><span class="Apple-style-span">A couple of weeks ago I packed up our inflatable pool. We played with it for a while but then the kids seemed to lose interest and we had to change the water every few days, so I was tired of fooling with it. The past couple of days have been kind of toasty, and Wyatt really wanted to play in the pool again. Today, trying to be a "fun mom," I re-inflated the pool. Then on my hands and knees with towels and cleaner, I cleaned the dried-on gunk off the bottom of sides of the pool. Once filled with water, the pool looked so shiny and inviting.</span></div><div>
<br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizzzMSnoq3EwlzAsxRU9c4sOgIw2lEciT2eyEytr51b4SvwPsA3ZU5fmHOh-b1Va4dkj9nE7Cbs2F_i1zJ_vrPp_R_vNTRQIzDxWatAt7YcgqZroemtT7WmEEwjdIq7QdiFO7P5oIjp6M/s1600/IMG_3343.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizzzMSnoq3EwlzAsxRU9c4sOgIw2lEciT2eyEytr51b4SvwPsA3ZU5fmHOh-b1Va4dkj9nE7Cbs2F_i1zJ_vrPp_R_vNTRQIzDxWatAt7YcgqZroemtT7WmEEwjdIq7QdiFO7P5oIjp6M/s320/IMG_3343.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642378886668197794" /></a>I should have known the kids would have a completely different idea of fun. My first sign of trouble should have been when they threw the bucket in the water. Wyatt, the brainchild of the day's events, then oversaw the making of clay. Oh joy.<div>
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHKNbaPLAFrhpbgooWDCj-bgB6AHVx4E9FcXo19nVLp30bxqTT8LKtxkI-FhGZ0BBE-dEe1ouXktWbYDHjmCm85XjtxdREA_fp0zYR_vLcxRCjA5Nr8yyNPGCxxcFmTYpuWUtig8pcPWg/s1600/IMG_3344.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHKNbaPLAFrhpbgooWDCj-bgB6AHVx4E9FcXo19nVLp30bxqTT8LKtxkI-FhGZ0BBE-dEe1ouXktWbYDHjmCm85XjtxdREA_fp0zYR_vLcxRCjA5Nr8yyNPGCxxcFmTYpuWUtig8pcPWg/s320/IMG_3344.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642382587931815826" /></a>Here they are at work. Wyatt was in charge of procuring the dirt. Callie's task was filling the purple bucket with fresh, clean, crisp, cool pool water, so she is running off to get said water. Sadie was in charge of guarding the mixing station.</div><div>
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhymrv7CYAK7ikUdmn1ci8DBMiJByE4XwOTNW-7mDnR1nczZiWR93OT3GtIg0ulanu1Z-DKgiKjOhNdz-X9aLFJCvWS-8PazcGcwNiygl-LsO-qEwSEwy8LvEivdc06DM_2zQUdYcQqBkw/s1600/IMG_3345.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhymrv7CYAK7ikUdmn1ci8DBMiJByE4XwOTNW-7mDnR1nczZiWR93OT3GtIg0ulanu1Z-DKgiKjOhNdz-X9aLFJCvWS-8PazcGcwNiygl-LsO-qEwSEwy8LvEivdc06DM_2zQUdYcQqBkw/s320/IMG_3345.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642382592891926178" /></a>Once there was water and dirt, the mixing began. In the back of Callie's tricycle. </div><div>
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ6BOMDxeEwJFNtThVgahYs12fi0S4humhdXll1ST9ci8RMd0pupJ6hoY1-xGTojujeoLN0XIO7VQk_yRZwB_rDkjA_9807983T8GF8kcaJRQSbYJP0dcpjQBtD8cd5XyB6RGuFglpDGo/s1600/IMG_3348.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ6BOMDxeEwJFNtThVgahYs12fi0S4humhdXll1ST9ci8RMd0pupJ6hoY1-xGTojujeoLN0XIO7VQk_yRZwB_rDkjA_9807983T8GF8kcaJRQSbYJP0dcpjQBtD8cd5XyB6RGuFglpDGo/s320/IMG_3348.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642382590272458562" /></a>Sadie took a break long enough to pose for a picture. This was prior to tasting the clay.</div><div>
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtcQh1MTQkH61I6BcMAgg8TuaIjPICmi-eqbKzuWBP9t2_ziTOWm42_gL9vnuS4hlaQBzq46TWgymo6G59oVnIWAxNRXOvSMKADjcLvijT10-IZsDV9LQD3fToFIMfH9UlP-e0VgBkHWc/s1600/IMG_3349.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtcQh1MTQkH61I6BcMAgg8TuaIjPICmi-eqbKzuWBP9t2_ziTOWm42_gL9vnuS4hlaQBzq46TWgymo6G59oVnIWAxNRXOvSMKADjcLvijT10-IZsDV9LQD3fToFIMfH9UlP-e0VgBkHWc/s320/IMG_3349.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642382597071226914" /></a>Wyatt was busy but he generously let me take a picture. Callie, on the other hand, got bored and started playing on the swing and wouldn't cooperate for a picture.</div><div>
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4PZVs7OBJcZbFF2Q98p8vIN9dIb4bVWiqXx_xiToPtx7nlQoYuz2vvY0nlUxj1-Igt_YmT9JyvzS4D0Ldbw_KpjLx12WaXC8wtCpTUnh4oCFkF9Q6Fig8yEKWz9-24cVw83veqVrui5Y/s1600/IMG_3353.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4PZVs7OBJcZbFF2Q98p8vIN9dIb4bVWiqXx_xiToPtx7nlQoYuz2vvY0nlUxj1-Igt_YmT9JyvzS4D0Ldbw_KpjLx12WaXC8wtCpTUnh4oCFkF9Q6Fig8yEKWz9-24cVw83veqVrui5Y/s320/IMG_3353.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642382598063998770" /></a>The clay turned into a <i>wonderful </i>mud pie that Wyatt was very proud of. </div><div>
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp2wgNtQcohyP0YuZ6S_aLVWswCtT-cSHil59BDl2Dfltxvvm7QawV9Hzykmb2ufMYo04xKqOAytFmm5WJhoqXxkxDe7pWPV-brpc6X5nnTkmul3J4FD2-JuGZbeaC50wOncjSy0l6zvo/s1600/IMG_3354.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhp2wgNtQcohyP0YuZ6S_aLVWswCtT-cSHil59BDl2Dfltxvvm7QawV9Hzykmb2ufMYo04xKqOAytFmm5WJhoqXxkxDe7pWPV-brpc6X5nnTkmul3J4FD2-JuGZbeaC50wOncjSy0l6zvo/s320/IMG_3354.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5642385268637810498" /></a>Wyatt even let Sadie work on it with her stick.</div><div>
<br /></div><div>It wasn't what I had in mind but they had fun. And no, I did not let them rinse off in the pool. They had to be clean before getting in the pool. Maybe I didn't earn the maximum number of "cool mom" points today. Oh well. </div><div>
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<br /></div>Medders Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10147257446708355533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300923601348608380.post-8956514789538211802011-08-16T21:11:00.000-07:002011-08-16T21:18:15.960-07:00Just Because<div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Just because purple doesn't go with everything, I decided the little miss needed some pink shoes as well. And as a bonus, they match the shirt I previously decorated.</span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUY-anxWsxsZnUVrKWSZfK66vXG8zMx33SC1YuFWejbvpNokG1QngMjZZzt5hQMBuOTSmAiAujlA_bFm-JMCsTiJ6l122g0eps-1ir9qktSLMBwloIedbFoJz4NHI0MA-FALve9h0Vv9s/s1600/IMG_3341.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUY-anxWsxsZnUVrKWSZfK66vXG8zMx33SC1YuFWejbvpNokG1QngMjZZzt5hQMBuOTSmAiAujlA_bFm-JMCsTiJ6l122g0eps-1ir9qktSLMBwloIedbFoJz4NHI0MA-FALve9h0Vv9s/s320/IMG_3341.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641673139982815762" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >I really need to stop sewing and start cleaning my house. Cleaning just isn't quite as much fun, though.</span></div>Medders Familyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10147257446708355533noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4300923601348608380.post-18954483493324080872011-08-15T20:41:00.001-07:002011-08-15T21:00:39.331-07:00Crafting<span class="Apple-style-span" >Crafting is fun. The problem is, I don't seem to have much time to sit down and craft. The past few days I have been on a sewing kick, so I have gotten quite a bit done. My not-so-fun projects were tightening the elastic on four pairs of Wyatt's school shorts and one pair of Callie's pants. To balance out the much needed clothes repairs, I tried out some new ideas and am quite pleased with the results.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >First off, I made Callie a new bow for her hair. I originally pictured the flower as part of a headband, but I am not successful at keeping those in Callie's hair. So I thought I would try it on a barrette. It looks cute but I am not sure how practical it is going to be. When I snap the barrette, I keep losing beads. Oh well. It didn't take much time and was fun to try. I am sure I can find another way to decorate with it. </span></div><div>
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyFX1kcWtINqEX1cAXlIBOGisHsbf8sr-Llh8HJAB3fSLyDD0prSlcaYozR-REz9omN_EDqph7U-OQ0YA6v8_HtDVyeP9KBI5UkKaKIxXia25exiZ-8WeS-drsX_B3VxxAzl6XZQ5HZcQ/s1600/IMG_3338.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyFX1kcWtINqEX1cAXlIBOGisHsbf8sr-Llh8HJAB3fSLyDD0prSlcaYozR-REz9omN_EDqph7U-OQ0YA6v8_HtDVyeP9KBI5UkKaKIxXia25exiZ-8WeS-drsX_B3VxxAzl6XZQ5HZcQ/s320/IMG_3338.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641297413395502290" /></a>
<br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >Secondly, I had a cute shirt for Miss Sadie but it had two holes right in the front. Using an idea I saw at a crafting fair, I embellished the shirt with scraps of material and successfully covered the holes. I am really excited about Sadie being able to wear it soon.</span></div><div>
<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRegs4SkU19HnHQh81cVzpu387id5uLUQeS7vRw4P4Vx4z4bhKgql_Lvcg8xPkZpucMhCYGZ5JTZCpN7TpNK5k390_vQty1RG0aeIX9CBfrfaZ7YkHOHSFfgw_WUVy14Vk4iaFQXqZ69g/s1600/IMG_3334.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRegs4SkU19HnHQh81cVzpu387id5uLUQeS7vRw4P4Vx4z4bhKgql_Lvcg8xPkZpucMhCYGZ5JTZCpN7TpNK5k390_vQty1RG0aeIX9CBfrfaZ7YkHOHSFfgw_WUVy14Vk4iaFQXqZ69g/s320/IMG_3334.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641297400143974354" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >The shirt before</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >
<br /></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ1ujs7CrZHwr5KFOirvt0KLAMZcWQkRgXFfkiQ5tFdZyq9GlDr9mTJ3K3fGtOGYcwMgKtSJsSbA4RGevblhl4zGUAwdBHOeRfnhr2F-9JRWDA8g4xVqlm1lDTvdth5TAzvAwUo7SfKgM/s1600/IMG_3336.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ1ujs7CrZHwr5KFOirvt0KLAMZcWQkRgXFfkiQ5tFdZyq9GlDr9mTJ3K3fGtOGYcwMgKtSJsSbA4RGevblhl4zGUAwdBHOeRfnhr2F-9JRWDA8g4xVqlm1lDTvdth5TAzvAwUo7SfKgM/s320/IMG_3336.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641297406904265890" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >The shirt after</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >
<br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" >My biggest project came from Sadie's need for shoes. Jason and I aren't huge fans of shoes for our children, especially before they start walking. Sadie has spent most of her life barefoot. She is finally starting to walk a little, mainly while pushing toys. Two times last week she cut open her big toe while playing outside. So I decided she might need the protection of shoes. My most favorite shoe for little kids is Robeez. Wyatt had a few pairs but Callie was never able to wear them due to her braces so I don't have any girl shoes. I also don't particularly care for the price of the shoes. So I used my Googling skills and found a pattern to make shoes. And once again, using material scraps, I made Sadie some shoes. I am quite excited about them and am already thinking of some different material combinations to try. Sadie might go from not owning any shoes to owning a pair for each day of the month!</span></div>
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