<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817</id><updated>2011-07-28T20:19:45.278-07:00</updated><category term='Zoo'/><category term='children'/><category term='No'/><category term='Solvang'/><category term='tired'/><category term='Spiderman'/><category term='Parenting'/><category term='Baby Talk'/><category term='Adventures'/><category term='Superman'/><category term='Super Heroes'/><category term='Batman'/><category term='blogging'/><category term='Raffi'/><category term='life'/><category term='friends'/><category term='England'/><title type='text'>Adventures with Caleb and Audrey</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-6779068534436013188</id><published>2010-04-08T22:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T22:40:41.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My New Passion</title><content type='html'>Other then Caleb, and Audrey of course, well, and Jesus, and my husband, none of which are new passions, I have stumbled upon a new passion. I say stumbled upon because I did not seek this out. God has been cultivating this in me in recent weeks and months, maybe even years, and suddenly, in the last month, it has been constantly on my heart and mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adoption&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts turn to adoption whenever I have a moment to myself. I am learning a lot, and processing a lot, and praying a lot. I still do not know exactly how God is going to weave adoption into the fabric of my life, our lives, but I know that he has been at work in me. I know he has already been weaving adoption into my life. I know that I am feeling a strong calling or desire, or both to be involved in adoption. I know that God has placed, and used certain people in my life recently that have taught me so much about adoption. I know that God clearly calls us to love and care for the orphans in Scripture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I have been adopted, by God, and that Jesus was adopted, by Joseph, and that I am learning so many compelling truths about adoption that I feel like there is more to the story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will learn, and pray, and walk with those people God has placed in my life who are adopted and have adopted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-6779068534436013188?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/6779068534436013188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=6779068534436013188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/6779068534436013188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/6779068534436013188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-new-passion.html' title='My New Passion'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-5595635922351953240</id><published>2010-03-09T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T21:46:49.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wacky Wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/S5cB-eda-5I/AAAAAAAAAds/VHkHWl_E538/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/S5cB-eda-5I/AAAAAAAAAds/VHkHWl_E538/s200/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446824447167888274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was Read Across America, a day to celebrate the birthday of Dr. Seuss by encouraging children to read. We turned it into a week of reading fun and activities at the Schalesky house and on Wednesday, we read Wacky Wednesday. We did not only read Wacky Wednesday, we were Wacky Wednesday. Christian got up before any of us and made everything downstairs wacky~ shoe on the wall, chair on the table, etc. and the kids and I dressed really wacky (I promise I did not go anywhere but my friends house). Caleb and Audrey were so pleased, and we were happy to please them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wacky Wednesday is the perfect way to begin as I attempt to return to blogging. It has been awhile, a long while, and with good reason. Ever since Audrey was born, and honestly, a bit before, I have been feeling pretty wacky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot happened, Christian's job changed and got REALLY busy right as I got pregnant with Audrey. Then, my pregnancy with her was tough, nothing too serious, but tough for me. In the midst of this, Christian and I were exploring a job opportunity and a big move, which we decided not to take after 5 months of checking it out. Then, Christian's job changed again. Then, Audrey was born, and Caleb stopped sleeping well. Right about this time, I entered into a time of fear and questioning, as three people I care a lot about were dealing with some very tough things that I was wrestling greatly with. And the affordable housing list we had been on suddenly offered us 3 opportunities to buy a home. We entered into a 6 month+ house search and escrow and then we moved. Finally, time to let things settle down? Nope, the week we were moving, Christian was asked to apply for a different job, and we began a very intense 5 months of searching out whether or not to take on this new, life changing position. Of course, we were working on the new house this entire time and raising two little children. He decided to take the job, and we took a month off for time to connect, catch up, transition. But we got sick, all of us, for about 2 months. We all took turns getting sick, but I was sick pretty much the whole time, and it was Audrey's birthday, and Christmas. We got better, had one REALLY good week, and then Christian started his new job. Which, to sum up, is great and overwhelming at the same time. I say this here not to complain, but to explain, that this year+ has resulted in me feeling a little wacky on more days then I would have thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I have this rock I lean on. It is my peace, my strength, my redemption, my hope, my joy. But, somehow, in the last year plus of my life, I have been leaning on, clinging to something else. What was I leaning on? I am not totally sure, but I think I was trying to lean on myself, which if you have ever tried that, is not very effective. I don't think I realized until recently how little I was leaning on my rock, and how much I was leaning on myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, feeling wacky, and contemplating, many things. Mostly, I am contemplating how necessary it is to lean on, cling to the rock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-5595635922351953240?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/5595635922351953240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=5595635922351953240' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/5595635922351953240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/5595635922351953240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2010/03/wacky-wednesday.html' title='Wacky Wednesday'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/S5cB-eda-5I/AAAAAAAAAds/VHkHWl_E538/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-1701715552777571767</id><published>2009-06-21T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T10:52:28.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Audrey Crawling!!!</title><content type='html'>On Father's Day, Audrey decided to crawl. She has been scooting backwards for weeks, but she went forward for the first time today. SHe got progressibely better at it as the day went on too. I tried to post a video here, but it wasn;t working, too long? Will try to get a shorter one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, go to my Facebook profile and check it out there. Click on Video from the tabs in my profile and you will see her. I tried to post a link... htat was working either for some reason... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute. Watch the video to the end for her stunt. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-1701715552777571767?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/1701715552777571767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=1701715552777571767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/1701715552777571767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/1701715552777571767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2009/06/audrey-crawling.html' title='Audrey Crawling!!!'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-8099376768249705141</id><published>2009-05-28T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T16:56:41.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Audrey's Dedication</title><content type='html'>I wanted to invite all our family and good friends for Audrey's dedication. Then, someone talked to me about how Audrey is being dedicated in our church and it is our church that is committing to point her to the Lord and pray for her. Okay. Here are some pictures though anyway, as I just think her dedication is special and I want to share it with all who love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/Sh8jbPNIauI/AAAAAAAAAdk/rLPTQ671_1k/s1600-h/P5240047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/Sh8jbPNIauI/AAAAAAAAAdk/rLPTQ671_1k/s200/P5240047.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341026633929747170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/Sh8iMhILmlI/AAAAAAAAAdU/pN6DU29K6Us/s1600-h/P5240042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/Sh8iMhILmlI/AAAAAAAAAdU/pN6DU29K6Us/s200/P5240042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341025281531157074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/Sh8iMTWpZFI/AAAAAAAAAdM/dZkLLv4IdJo/s1600-h/P5240033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/Sh8iMTWpZFI/AAAAAAAAAdM/dZkLLv4IdJo/s200/P5240033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341025277833733202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grammy Claire and Pappa Jerry planned to come to town to help us pack, so they got to be here (although we did not end up packing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian found the verse we chose for her. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah 29:11-13&lt;br /&gt;For I know the plans I have for you, declares the LORD, plans for wholeness and not for evil, to give you a future and a hope. Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will hear you. You will seek me and find me, when you seek me with all your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it that both Caleb and Audrey's verses we dedicated them to the Lord with are from the Old Testament. Seems so foundational to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I wasn't blogging at the time, I will do a separate post about Caleb's dedication, also super special!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-8099376768249705141?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/8099376768249705141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=8099376768249705141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/8099376768249705141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/8099376768249705141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2009/05/audreys-dedication.html' title='Audrey&apos;s Dedication'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/Sh8jbPNIauI/AAAAAAAAAdk/rLPTQ671_1k/s72-c/P5240047.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-4725503956665304772</id><published>2009-05-19T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:31:46.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Audrey's 2nd tooth, the cause of massive sleep deficit</title><content type='html'>Greetings from Audrey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/ShOUSDHZdKI/AAAAAAAAAb8/pE14UCnP9f4/s1600-h/P5190123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/ShOUSDHZdKI/AAAAAAAAAb8/pE14UCnP9f4/s200/P5190123.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337773021159060642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey's first tooth came through a few weeks ago, and I could feel the bulge of the 2nd tooth, but it had not broken through her gums yet. Well, after a brutal night of no sleep for all of us last night (Why is the Motrin not working? Seriously, she is awake again?), I awoke this morning to feel a very jagged edge, rather two jagged edges. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/ShOURfRemYI/AAAAAAAAAbs/pdV8XKDMAME/s1600-h/P5190128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/ShOURfRemYI/AAAAAAAAAbs/pdV8XKDMAME/s200/P5190128.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337773011537664386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her first tooth has pushed further through and her second tooth is now poking through her gums, and apparently, causing her extreme discomfort. I will be going to bed after this post, as tonight has already promised frequent wakings (even though we gave her teething tablets and Tylenol already). Have the Motrin awaiting her next wake up, and on my way to get some Orajel tomorrow. And I thought Caleb had a hard time teething!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sure is a cutie in spite of it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/ShOURw0CHLI/AAAAAAAAAb0/gQzo3wscyoQ/s1600-h/P5190136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/ShOURw0CHLI/AAAAAAAAAb0/gQzo3wscyoQ/s200/P5190136.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337773016246000818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-4725503956665304772?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/4725503956665304772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=4725503956665304772' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/4725503956665304772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/4725503956665304772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2009/05/audreys-2nd-tooth-cause-of-massive.html' title='Audrey&apos;s 2nd tooth, the cause of massive sleep deficit'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/ShOUSDHZdKI/AAAAAAAAAb8/pE14UCnP9f4/s72-c/P5190123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-789774086484951024</id><published>2009-05-18T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:39:15.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7th Wedding Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/ShOWlfUxnxI/AAAAAAAAAcM/q9vyjUWAa-4/s1600-h/P5180116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/ShOWlfUxnxI/AAAAAAAAAcM/q9vyjUWAa-4/s200/P5180116.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337775554172133138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a wonderful realization... Of course you bring your two sick kids along for your 7th wedding anniversary date! What else encapsulates 7 years of marriage anyway, then 2 sick kids, and 2 extremely tired parents?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time, and Mmmmm, the food at Cafe Buenos Aires never disappoints! (Especially with weekday Happy Hour deals and Axxess discounts.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love my husband!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/ShOWlxW0Z1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/u77pTKPiIo0/s1600-h/P5180119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/ShOWlxW0Z1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/u77pTKPiIo0/s200/P5180119.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337775559012542290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love my family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/ShOWlJ0JiHI/AAAAAAAAAcE/4kqf5KLeI9g/s1600-h/P5180120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/ShOWlJ0JiHI/AAAAAAAAAcE/4kqf5KLeI9g/s200/P5180120.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337775548398143602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-789774086484951024?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/789774086484951024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=789774086484951024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/789774086484951024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/789774086484951024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2009/05/7th-wedding-anniversary.html' title='7th Wedding Anniversary'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/ShOWlfUxnxI/AAAAAAAAAcM/q9vyjUWAa-4/s72-c/P5180116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-7630000533631263558</id><published>2009-05-16T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T22:56:59.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Foods</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/ShOZybfn4eI/AAAAAAAAAcc/ZWubjwvA2WQ/s1600-h/P5060004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/ShOZybfn4eI/AAAAAAAAAcc/ZWubjwvA2WQ/s200/P5060004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337779075017073122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey turned 6 months old on May 6th. &lt;br /&gt;We celebrated with:&lt;br /&gt;Avocado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/ShOZypvv0tI/AAAAAAAAAck/9w6zvbGi_T0/s1600-h/P5060009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/ShOZypvv0tI/AAAAAAAAAck/9w6zvbGi_T0/s200/P5060009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337779078842798802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Banana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/ShOZy9E6s-I/AAAAAAAAAcs/CAdkHUoa9h4/s1600-h/P5100050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/ShOZy9E6s-I/AAAAAAAAAcs/CAdkHUoa9h4/s200/P5100050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337779084031865826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rice Cereal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/ShOZzAkSBsI/AAAAAAAAAc0/IdEth-eCpaY/s1600-h/P5160079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/ShOZzAkSBsI/AAAAAAAAAc0/IdEth-eCpaY/s200/P5160079.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337779084968724162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all on the same day of course.&lt;br /&gt;I think zuchinni or sweet potato are next on the list. Thus far, she is a fan of everything except peas... those made her quite upset at night...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is quite pleased when drinking water too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/ShObijmEeHI/AAAAAAAAAdE/cBGupZdsazo/s1600-h/P5160086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/ShObijmEeHI/AAAAAAAAAdE/cBGupZdsazo/s200/P5160086.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337781001336944754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-7630000533631263558?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/7630000533631263558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=7630000533631263558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/7630000533631263558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/7630000533631263558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2009/05/first-foods.html' title='First Foods'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/ShOZybfn4eI/AAAAAAAAAcc/ZWubjwvA2WQ/s72-c/P5060004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-2137516336327038838</id><published>2009-05-11T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T17:53:09.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mandatory Evacuation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SgjG6_IPFfI/AAAAAAAAAbk/JVuvIiDAgWw/s1600-h/Jesusita+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SgjG6_IPFfI/AAAAAAAAAbk/JVuvIiDAgWw/s200/Jesusita+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334732475301041650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evacuating is never fun. We should know, we have done it 3 times in the 5 years we have lived in our current home, the last two times in the last 12 months! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I was teaching in Oxnard, pre-kids of our own, and could not go to work for a week because 101 was covered in the La Conchita landslide. We were evacuated due to the culvert that SB City believed would overflow sending insane amounts of water down the creek behind our house, flooding the creek, and our home too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, last July, GAP fire. We were enjoying some time with Christian's family just before 4th of July when the GAP fire got closer to our home (gotta love those sundowners) and we packed as much as we could and got our of dodge... pregnant and with a 2 year old. Sent the Schaleskys back home, my poor sister-in-law was also pregnant and had to pack up the camper, 4 kiddos, and drive the bumpy ride home in the middle of the night! We stayed with family in town for that one and were on warning for a week before we could go back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time, we were watching the fire closely. We packed Tuesday night before going to bed, the day the fire started. The fire was not even close at that time, but with our track record, we figured we would be evacuated before long. The pic at the top is around 5:30pm when the wind changed directions and the fire started heading our way. Within 5 hours we were on mandatory evacuation and on our way to our friends house. Had to wake both Caleb and Audrey from sleeping, bummer. Audrey has been fine through it all, of course she doesn't understand what is happening. Caleb has had a rough time. Misses his toys, his bead, wondering how his house is, etc. Cried a few times. Scary for a 3 year old. He was dead asleep when we evacuated. I had to bring him outside to the noise of helicopters over head, sirens blaring, ash flying and stinky smoke swirling. Poor guy, must have been scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb was sure pleased this morning when I told him that our neighbors called and the evacuation is lifted and we can go back home. He was so happy his things and home are safe. Very thankful for firefighters too. Had a very peaceful nap afterwards. Hoping he sleeps better tonight too. Last night, he awoke in the middle tof the night, teary, asking, "Where is my home?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankful for good friends and family that host us during these evacuations, and love and care for my kiddos to help make this as easy on them as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-2137516336327038838?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/2137516336327038838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=2137516336327038838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/2137516336327038838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/2137516336327038838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2009/05/mandatory-evacuation.html' title='Mandatory Evacuation'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SgjG6_IPFfI/AAAAAAAAAbk/JVuvIiDAgWw/s72-c/Jesusita+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-5672014854785271753</id><published>2009-05-03T22:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T22:02:16.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naked!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/Sf52xfraa1I/AAAAAAAAAa0/qLsgeaIMaFs/s1600-h/P5030213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/Sf52xfraa1I/AAAAAAAAAa0/qLsgeaIMaFs/s200/P5030213.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331829601542499154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-5672014854785271753?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/5672014854785271753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=5672014854785271753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/5672014854785271753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/5672014854785271753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2009/05/naked.html' title='Naked!'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/Sf52xfraa1I/AAAAAAAAAa0/qLsgeaIMaFs/s72-c/P5030213.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-3698088849564402068</id><published>2009-05-03T21:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T08:59:25.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Audrey... Almost 6 Months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/Sf52Tg2ET3I/AAAAAAAAAas/Yq787HAwTRQ/s1600-h/P4180073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/Sf52Tg2ET3I/AAAAAAAAAas/Yq787HAwTRQ/s200/P4180073.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331829086459547506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey will be 6 months old this Wednesday. Wow. Just today, I noticed two little slits on her bottom gum. Yep, that is right, teeth are coming in! Just like big brother Caleb, Audrey is getting her first teeth at six months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to decide what her first solid food should be. My sister has my baby food book, so I am feeling rusty because I don't have access to all the ideas I had with Caleb. I know the whole eat rice cereal first, then either banana, sweet potato, or avocado thing. I am just thinking I want her first food to be a veggie instead of a carb or a fruit. Although, with everything going on around here these days, banana sounds easiest, or avocado since the trees at church are ripe right now. Post your ideas in the comments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Technically, her first food was amoxicillan, since she had double ear infections and strep last week. Poor thing. Well, and even before that, she had Mylicon and Tylenol. And, to counter the pink stuff, we gave her a little bit of acidophilus in water too. Hey, she has had a lot of things other then breast milk. I am thinking I just let her eat whatever we are eating and be done with it. What do you think? It sure would make my life easier!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-3698088849564402068?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/3698088849564402068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=3698088849564402068' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/3698088849564402068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/3698088849564402068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2009/05/audrey-almost-6-months.html' title='Audrey... Almost 6 Months!'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/Sf52Tg2ET3I/AAAAAAAAAas/Yq787HAwTRQ/s72-c/P4180073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-3020615741813401072</id><published>2009-05-03T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T22:10:51.728-07:00</updated><title type='text'>While we were sick...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/Sf54cNT5XNI/AAAAAAAAAa8/En9CTSurrs4/s1600-h/P4230101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/Sf54cNT5XNI/AAAAAAAAAa8/En9CTSurrs4/s200/P4230101.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331831434858028242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there has been a blog silence. I normally post every Monday. However, 2 Mondays ago Caleb was sick, then on Wednesday Audrey got it, Sunday I got it, and Thursday Christian got it. Audrey and I are still sick. As you know, when kids get sick, they sleep less and still want to be active, and therefore, are even more cranky then the usual sick person. What is up with that? I get sick and I want to crawl in bed. Caleb and Audrey get sick and they think it is wakey wakey time at 3am. I get sick and I think getting cozy and watching a movie at home sounds nice. Caleb and Audrey want to play, outside. Go figure. All to say, we sis not just stay home for the last two weeks while we were sick. Instead, we: &lt;br /&gt;Went to the Santa Barbara Fair &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/Sf54c8ZlRAI/AAAAAAAAAbc/T3XAcjUHlos/s1600-h/P4260140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/Sf54c8ZlRAI/AAAAAAAAAbc/T3XAcjUHlos/s200/P4260140.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331831447498343426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/Sf54cuaXoiI/AAAAAAAAAbU/i-9fbUpzl-c/s1600-h/P4260117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/Sf54cuaXoiI/AAAAAAAAAbU/i-9fbUpzl-c/s200/P4260117.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331831443743547938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/Sf54cvyDUFI/AAAAAAAAAbM/a0_IicNckG8/s1600-h/P4260111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/Sf54cvyDUFI/AAAAAAAAAbM/a0_IicNckG8/s200/P4260111.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331831444111315026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/Sf54cbExvhI/AAAAAAAAAbE/1D0LqPIzmng/s1600-h/P4260108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/Sf54cbExvhI/AAAAAAAAAbE/1D0LqPIzmng/s200/P4260108.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331831438552710674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the new California Trails exhibit at the Zoo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/Sf5xRHoO6QI/AAAAAAAAAak/oZE_841yi8c/s1600-h/P5020211.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331823547772758274 border=0 alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/Sf5xRHoO6QI/AAAAAAAAAak/oZE_841yi8c/s200/P5020211.JPG"&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;A href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/Sf5xQ4suXbI/AAAAAAAAAac/ijnW5HmULwQ/s1600-h/P5020207.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331823543765065138 border=0 alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/Sf5xQ4suXbI/AAAAAAAAAac/ijnW5HmULwQ/s200/P5020207.JPG"&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/Sf5xQ4tLoyI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Ego26L40t6U/s1600-h/P5020196.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331823543766983458 border=0 alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/Sf5xQ4tLoyI/AAAAAAAAAaU/Ego26L40t6U/s200/P5020196.JPG"&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/Sf5xQiZobUI/AAAAAAAAAaM/gDXbpfcbkRc/s1600-h/P5020181.JPG"&gt;&lt;IMG style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331823537779404098 border=0 alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/Sf5xQiZobUI/AAAAAAAAAaM/gDXbpfcbkRc/s200/P5020181.JPG"&gt;&lt;/A&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course to the grocery store, and some other random errands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-3020615741813401072?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/3020615741813401072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=3020615741813401072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/3020615741813401072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/3020615741813401072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2009/05/while-we-were-sick.html' title='While we were sick...'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/Sf54cNT5XNI/AAAAAAAAAa8/En9CTSurrs4/s72-c/P4230101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-165458793285489180</id><published>2009-04-13T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T22:18:31.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caleb and Audrey... Wake Up Time</title><content type='html'>Caleb just woke up in this picture, and started singing to Audrey. I grabbed the camera. The two of them just love each other so much. I LOVE how they love each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-50b18fd87fe2b519" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D50b18fd87fe2b519%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329973590%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D536BF0C67E944A2BD06D4B95FD21B4974E72EFDE.5F28543120B8C39A1F27D2F6A6230AF84209FE77%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D50b18fd87fe2b519%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Df8EWb8WJurDZF_RTHDa5SomIh64&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D50b18fd87fe2b519%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329973590%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D536BF0C67E944A2BD06D4B95FD21B4974E72EFDE.5F28543120B8C39A1F27D2F6A6230AF84209FE77%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D50b18fd87fe2b519%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Df8EWb8WJurDZF_RTHDa5SomIh64&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-165458793285489180?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=50b18fd87fe2b519&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/165458793285489180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=165458793285489180' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/165458793285489180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/165458793285489180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2009/04/caleb-and-audrey-wake-up-time.html' title='Caleb and Audrey... Wake Up Time'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-7461811506048003341</id><published>2009-04-13T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T23:09:19.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC's and 123's</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SeQnZR_2afI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/UFHyEg9025o/s1600-h/P3260156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324423974740191730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SeQnZR_2afI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/UFHyEg9025o/s200/P3260156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb got a toy, Leap Frop Fridge Phonics, and has been learning his letters. He can identify and name a word that starts with that letter for 13 letters of the alphabet. It si a great toy because he just learns the letters on his own while he plays with it. The Cinnamon Schoolhouse Cookies at Trader joe's help too. They come in ABCs and 123s, mmm and they taste like snickerdoodles. Christian and I try to save some for Caleb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324423984394052242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SeQnZ19gopI/AAAAAAAAAaE/4SUuHqP41qk/s200/P3260158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started a countdown in March. We were using his calendar and a chain of paper rings, to count down to his birthday. Well, it started this counting routine. So, now we count each day as we look at the calendar and move the marker to the correct day. He can count to 30, by himself, but skips 15, 16, 17, and 20. Too cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even better then the ABCs and 123s though are the books we read. He reads a lot, loves it. It is the only thing he will do by himself for a sustained amount of time (longer than 5 minutes). I think one of my favorite things is reading books with Caleb. The best part? After nap, Caleb will come out of his room with a book and ask me to read to him. Sometimes, Audrey is still sleeping, and he will cuddle up on my lap and sit there as long as we can and read together. I love it! One of the rare times when I get cuddles from him now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My baby is growing up... he is a big 3 year old now! My how things change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-7461811506048003341?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/7461811506048003341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=7461811506048003341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/7461811506048003341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/7461811506048003341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2009/04/abcs-and-123s.html' title='ABC&apos;s and 123&apos;s'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SeQnZR_2afI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/UFHyEg9025o/s72-c/P3260156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-8909167670499762226</id><published>2009-04-06T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T01:40:42.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Audrey is 5 months old today!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322235038598206114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SdxgkbbIkqI/AAAAAAAAAYs/GlDYHt4Qyoo/s200/P4060300.JPG" border="0" /&gt;What a cutie! Yes, she is chubby (6-12 month size outfit), but she is cute, and sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What she is up to now:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Giggling at brother. Staring at brother. Smiling at brother. Playing with brother. She has such a cute laugh. He makes her laugh the most of all of us, and he gets the best laughs. They have such a special relationship. One major goal in life will be to pray for that relationship, and preserve it as much as possible on my end. Caleb and Audrey adore each other. It brings me joy to see them interact everyday. I never tire of it. Caleb is definitely Audrey's favorite person!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reading... Audrey LOVES books, read to her, and to eat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bath time. She gets a bath every other day, with Caleb. What fun! She splashes and kicks, and splashes some more.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322235924764011650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SdxhYAphrII/AAAAAAAAAY0/Tt8CP2J4X9A/s200/P4040280.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slapping things with her right hand. That hand is going constantly and she tries to get anything and everything around her. She is going to be a wild one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rolling from tummy to back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Scooting on her back... she is quite good at it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trying to scoot on her tummy... not as good, but she puts in a lot of effort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Babbling baby babble, so cute! I love "talking" with her. She is quite the talker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Staring at Daddy with a HUGE smile and following his voice with her eyes. She knows if he is around even before she sees him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Christian showed her her toes today, she now LOVES her toes and tries to get them when she can.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322237240950083154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/Sdxikn0vTlI/AAAAAAAAAY8/Yc6n3Y612EY/s200/P4070301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Chewing anything and everything with ferocious energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not napping so great. Nightime is okay, but used to be better. Very alert these days, and doesn't want to miss a thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just love her and she is very sweet and enjoyable. Caleb and I have a lot of fun with her each day, and she goes with the flow most of the time with Caleb's schedule. Although hard to have two, Audrey herself is a joy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-8909167670499762226?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/8909167670499762226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=8909167670499762226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/8909167670499762226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/8909167670499762226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2009/04/audrey-is-5-months-old-today.html' title='Audrey is 5 months old today!'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SdxgkbbIkqI/AAAAAAAAAYs/GlDYHt4Qyoo/s72-c/P4060300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-3139525009224337306</id><published>2009-03-28T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T02:04:38.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caleb's 3rd Birthday!</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday Caleb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322240439866344642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/Sdxle0tzxMI/AAAAAAAAAZU/R0C9lqSJAO4/s200/P3280013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322240440130790850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/Sdxle1s25cI/AAAAAAAAAZM/OOIjEx9J2Jg/s200/P3280004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My big boy... my baby...but such a big boy! Caleb is three today. Three years ago today, I held him in my arms for the first time. I still cannot explain the feeling I felt when Christian held Caleb up and placed him on my belly, "We have a Caleb." Total euphoria, love, adoration, and so mcuh more. Caleb, I love you, and I am so thankful for you! &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lot's of pics on &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#/album.php?aid=239453&amp;amp;id=814395216"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; of the big day, check them out. but here are a few highlights...&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322240447324000002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SdxlfQf2jwI/AAAAAAAAAZk/PYlRiq84b6Y/s200/P3280124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322240430828100194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SdxleTC7GmI/AAAAAAAAAZE/8MMiwdp2Qpk/s200/P3280130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322240444754533810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SdxlfG7PnbI/AAAAAAAAAZc/4H3Pvf1pki4/s200/P3280150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Caleb was allowed to invite 3 friends: Stasi and Sasha (package deal), Ella, and Jesse. They had a great time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322241310598870450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SdxmRgcntbI/AAAAAAAAAZs/gy-KgLcIzY0/s200/P3280165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-3139525009224337306?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/3139525009224337306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=3139525009224337306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/3139525009224337306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/3139525009224337306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2009/03/calebs-3rd-birthday.html' title='Caleb&apos;s 3rd Birthday!'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/Sdxle0tzxMI/AAAAAAAAAZU/R0C9lqSJAO4/s72-c/P3280013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-1422199966424830967</id><published>2009-03-23T22:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T22:34:34.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Audrey Rolled Over!</title><content type='html'>Audrey rolled over yesterday. She has done this twice before (once at 2 months) and the other is a post earlier on my blog. Yesterday was definitely intentional, she really wanted something, but I am not sure she knows what she did, or how to do it again for that matter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-1422199966424830967?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/1422199966424830967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=1422199966424830967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/1422199966424830967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/1422199966424830967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2009/03/audrey-rolled-over.html' title='Audrey Rolled Over!'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-369228134324973100</id><published>2009-03-16T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T23:20:32.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Day... Happy St. Patrick's Day!</title><content type='html'>We all wore green, ate green food, made green projects, and had a green time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314036162518963186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/Sb8_vB6F0_I/AAAAAAAAAYk/8j7hltFqZqE/s200/P3160069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/Sb8_uyD1KxI/AAAAAAAAAYc/AnJ9sWYakhg/s1600-h/P3160071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314036158264847122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/Sb8_uyD1KxI/AAAAAAAAAYc/AnJ9sWYakhg/s200/P3160071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/Sb8_up0QSWI/AAAAAAAAAYU/FzoVc3M7sJQ/s1600-h/P3160053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314036156052031842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/Sb8_up0QSWI/AAAAAAAAAYU/FzoVc3M7sJQ/s200/P3160053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/Sb8-jJzV4kI/AAAAAAAAAYM/hAKvsarKefo/s1600-h/P3160076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314034858968080962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/Sb8-jJzV4kI/AAAAAAAAAYM/hAKvsarKefo/s200/P3160076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/Sb8-ixhpupI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hvczR-KL6tU/s1600-h/P3160068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314034852451433106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/Sb8-ixhpupI/AAAAAAAAAYE/hvczR-KL6tU/s200/P3160068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314034839504296914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/Sb8-iBS0G9I/AAAAAAAAAX0/j15OkGz21SA/s200/P3160050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So fun! Go Green!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-369228134324973100?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/369228134324973100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=369228134324973100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/369228134324973100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/369228134324973100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2009/03/green-day-happy-st-patricks-day.html' title='Green Day... Happy St. Patrick&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/Sb8_vB6F0_I/AAAAAAAAAYk/8j7hltFqZqE/s72-c/P3160069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-4735028646056484528</id><published>2009-03-11T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T22:09:59.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If Tomorrow Never Comes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/Sbs7-misFaI/AAAAAAAAAXs/B-66ULxQi14/s1600-h/Tomorrow%2520Never%2520Comes%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312906132097602978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/Sbs7-misFaI/AAAAAAAAAXs/B-66ULxQi14/s200/Tomorrow%2520Never%2520Comes%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hi All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a shameless plug for my sister-in-law, Marlo, and her latest book coming out in May, If Tomorrow Never Comes. You have to read the interview, and then the book, and then her books she has already written. I have read them all, and enjoyed them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the link to the interview on her blog:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://marloschalesky.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://marloschalesky.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I love about Marlo's books is that she deals with real life pain and issues, and weaves her faith into the story in a non-confrontational way. Her characters often go from a simple faith to a profound faith, and I have grown in my faith as I have read her books. Of course, I have the bonus of getting to grow in my faith as I hang out with Marlo too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check her out. Any mom of 5 kids who is also a business owner and a writer is worth checking out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-4735028646056484528?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/4735028646056484528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=4735028646056484528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/4735028646056484528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/4735028646056484528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2009/03/if-tomorrow-never-comes.html' title='If Tomorrow Never Comes'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/Sbs7-misFaI/AAAAAAAAAXs/B-66ULxQi14/s72-c/Tomorrow%2520Never%2520Comes%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-2418948882873072703</id><published>2009-03-10T21:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T21:32:50.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am not crazy!</title><content type='html'>Remember last week when I was feeling like a terrible mother?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;plaguing&lt;/span&gt; me so much that I had to go see my counselor. I hadn't been in a year, so it was probably time for a check up anyway. Yes, I said check up. Don't all normal people see a counselor once a year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my counselor listened to me for almost an hour. When I was done talking (when you don't go for a year there is a lot to catch up on!), she said I am not crazy. Whew! That was a relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What she did say is that I am run down and worn out. That I never was good about taking breaks when Caleb was a baby, and now with two children I have a bad habit of not taking breaks. She said it is catching up to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you take a break with a nursing infant? I challenged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, I am to leave the kiddos with Christian, a friend, someone for at least an hour, two is better. Once a week. Does anyone else do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home and told Christian, and because I have a wonderful husband, he said it makes sense. He also said he will help me to get away for an hour once a week, to go on a walk, meet with a friend, whatever. In fact, I already have some alone time scheduled for this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my counselor wanting me to do this with Caleb too, but it just seemed impossible, wrong even, and I had no desire to be without him. However, now with two children, it sounds like a good idea. Especially since I am finding myself being angry a lot. Angry with Christian, angry with God, and in the last year, angry with Caleb. You would think that any of those would be cause enough to send me to figure things out, but it was the angry with Caleb part that made me go see my counselor. I thought she was going to tell me that I had some deep seeded emotional issue I had to work out. But no, she just wants me to take a break 1-2 hours a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I can do it. And... is this possible? I haven't been as angry since I went yesterday. In fact, I didn't feel angry at all today. Tired yes, sick yes, but no anger. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Woohoo&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-2418948882873072703?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/2418948882873072703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=2418948882873072703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/2418948882873072703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/2418948882873072703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-not-crazy.html' title='I am not crazy!'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-3710360861433025916</id><published>2009-03-09T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T21:54:11.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops, and other male/female bathroom blunders</title><content type='html'>Context:&lt;br /&gt;Caleb truly is so proud that he wears big boy underwear now. And yes, as part of the whole, "pee pee on the potty" idea, we use to say to Caleb, "Show (enter relative or close friend's name) how you can pee pee on the potty." This led to Caleb believeing that anyone that is around when he is going potty (that he even slightly knows, especially other kids) ought to watch him go. Most kids happily oblige, especially those who are not yet potty trained, as potty training is this huge mysterious thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend's Post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.houseofwaffles.com/hw/Blog/Entries/2009/3/9_Castration_anxiety_(No%2C_not_me).html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.houseofwaffles.com/hw/Blog/Entries/2009/3/9_Castration_anxiety_(No%2C_not_me).html"&gt;http://www.houseofwaffles.com/hw/Blog/Entries/2009/3/9_Castration_anxiety_(No%2C_not_me).html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen, I am so sorry for the confusion this caused!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister, (sorry for outing you Katie) used to believe she had a penis. She, like Anna, use to insist on it, rather vehemently. You will be happy to know Jen, that today, she is a well adjusted woman. Quite happy with her (ahem) girl parts, with a great husband and daughter to boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will let Christian know to be expecting a call from Adam soon. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-3710360861433025916?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/3710360861433025916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=3710360861433025916' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/3710360861433025916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/3710360861433025916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2009/03/oops-and-other-malefemale-bathroom.html' title='Oops, and other male/female bathroom blunders'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-8126821034816313145</id><published>2009-03-06T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T22:28:17.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motherly Advice from the Mother of a Good Friend</title><content type='html'>As Promised... I feel so honored that my friends mum took the time to write this down for me. It was so encouraging, and warm that I cried halfway through reading it. My friend has a wonderful mum, that is for sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 things I learned about parenting the hard way:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;1. There are days or weeks or months when you go through really hard phases and other times which are just easier. Its not that you are doing anything wrong its just that parenting is a process and growing into each new phase is hard work for the parents and the children. I had a cat and sat on the stairs and stroked it when I was mad at my toddler. It helped calm me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Don't try and win every battle with your child - you will not succeed and you may well end up losing a really important one. Draw up a list of the things you argue about with your toddler and sort them into important and not important. Do it when you are feeling calm and rested. Decide now to give up the unimportant ones. Eventually I gave up fighting the tidy bedroom battle and my child lived in chaos through her teens. Be reassured - she can be quite tidy now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. What are the important battles? Well I guess that they vary but they all revolve around the issue 'if I say no, I mean it'. Be determined on that one. Obedience is essential - sometimes it can save a life. Its important to win these battles when they are 2 and you will reap such a good reward when they are older. I have seen mothers who gave away ultimate authority to their children if they whined and cried and persisted enough as toddlers have such trouble with their teens. Stroppy behaviour is embarrassing in public with toddlers but it really is worth fighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What children need is unconditional love so if you say no a lot try to also to say you love them despite everything. Get them to say sorry and then forgive them and cuddle them. Don't hold grudges. Don't keep throwing yesterday's bad behaviour in their face. God doesn't do that to us when we ask forgiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. If you get out of order and shout at them and behave unreasonably back when you've just had too much (yes I've done that) apologise and ask their forgiveness. It works both ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Older children can feel pushed out by a new baby. Look for times to spend just with them doing 'grown up' things together that the baby can't do. Tell them you enjoy and look forward to those times. Ask them to help you plan those times. Tell them how much you enjoy them growing up and learning new things. Get excited by things they get excited by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Don't write yourself off as a Mum. It will get better again. Its just a phase. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Spend time with older Mums who have been there. If their older children seem well behaved ask them to tell you the most hair-raising things their children did when they were small. Apart from giving you both a laugh it will enable you to see that many toddlers go through a very rebellious stage and end up well behaved. Ask --- if she remembers having a tantrum in the supermarket every week when she was two?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Don't ever compare your children with each other. They are different and you need to praise their good qualities and work on their character by reference to themselves without those damming words - If only you were more like your sister she's never naughty. It is so easy to say but so hurtful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Keep things - paintings, drawings, favourite photos - children grow so fast and what seems a lifetime now will pass so quick you'll be waving them off to college before you know. Treasure the good times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-8126821034816313145?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/8126821034816313145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=8126821034816313145' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/8126821034816313145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/8126821034816313145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2009/03/motherly-advice-from-mother-of-good.html' title='Motherly Advice from the Mother of a Good Friend'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-8489318615795891036</id><published>2009-03-05T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T22:30:01.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stain Treat</title><content type='html'>Every parent of young kids needs good stain remover, or they are rich and buy new clothes at an alarming rate... or their kids wear very stained clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I say just kids? Ha, parents need good stain remover too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Items on my shirt today: Lot's of spit up, breastmilk, cheddar cheese cracker dust, lot's of snot (both kiddos have a cold), water (but that is harmless)probably thousands of germs from coughs, enchilada sauce, and poop. Yep, Audrey pooped through her PJ's on to my shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That about summarizes my day today. Although, today was a bit better then the last two days in regard to my being able to parent in spite of exhaustion (Audrey is nursing every 1 1/2-2 hours during this cold and Caleb is waking frequently to yell about his pain).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned for tomorrow when I post a really encouraging email about mothering from my dear friend. Well, the email is from my friend, but the advice is from her mum. Can't tell you how thankful I was to recieve it today, made me cry. Can't post right now though because the hubby wants me to shut down and watch a show with him. (Sleep deprivation is mostly due to kids, partly due to our need to feel like adults and do something that has nothing to do with parenting before we go to bed).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-8489318615795891036?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/8489318615795891036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=8489318615795891036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/8489318615795891036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/8489318615795891036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2009/03/stain-treat.html' title='Stain Treat'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-4477812516281841625</id><published>2009-03-03T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T18:40:13.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It used to be easy...</title><content type='html'>Excluding the sleep deprivation (which is in a class of its own), parenting Caleb was easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until he turned two, or I got pregnant... they both happened at about the same time. Suddenly it wasn't easy anymore. I was tired, easily frustrated, in pain, and shall we say slighly hormonal? He was wanting to be independent, experimenting with boundaries, and learning that it was sometimes fun to be bad. Remember when you used to do something you KNEW would make your parents mad, but part of you just wanted to make them mad? I thinkit is a control thing or something... maybe a love thing too? Like will they still love me if I do this? How about this? How mad will THIS make them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am in this continual "it use to be like this" mindset and it makes me sad and frustrated that things changed. Sometimes I think that it would have stayed wonderful forever if I had never gotten pregnant... now don't get me wrong, in NO way do I regret having Audrey, LOVE that girl! And Caleb isn't all that bad, in fact he is quite good... we just have moments... days that are... trying. But, I wonder if he and I would still have that incredible relationship we had and he would still be my perfect little boy. Call me crazy, but I really do wonder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days I feel like a bad mom more than a good mom. I used to feel like a good mom... pretty much all the time. In fact, until this past year, I hought I was pretty top notch in the mom department. LOVED being a mom, all the time. Didn't really ever want breaks either. Never have been away from Caleb for more than a few hours. Christian and my friends had to convince me to leave Caleb to go on dates. We took him on vacation with us, I did not persevere in overcoming his bottle rejection because I was happy to be with him all the time to breastfeed him, etc. I just LOVED being mom, all the time. Now...I don't feel like a good mom at all. CLEARLY not top notch, and sometimes wonder if I do anything good at all. I feel like a bad mom more days out of the week than a good one. Now, I want breaks... all the time. I want a vacation, without the kids, and I think I am going to get Audrey started on taking a bottle, so that I can get some long breaks. I agonize over my mistakes, and feel guilty a lot of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, you know that saying, "You don't understand till you are there yourself" or something like that? I have all these grievances against my parents, things I think they should or should not have done, etc. (don't get me wrong, they are good parents). I think I am understanding a little better now what they were going through, why they made some of their choices- good and bad, and how they made some of the mistakes they did. On the whole, they did a great job. I am alive right? And more than that, I am a grown woman with an amazing family, an education, and arguably am a decent person. They did a pretty good jon in raising us kids. My brother and sister are doing well too, so they must have done well right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, Mom and Dad, for not understanding some of your mistakes, were just that, mistakes, made out of sleep deprivation, frustration, lots of personal sacrifices, and just simple human error. Thank you for loving me through this and letting me learn how it is... I guess the hard part of parenting doesn't end when your kids are grown either (I am case in point).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb, you, my dear sweet amazing boy, are the eldest, in some ways the guinea pig. I apologize now for my mistakes. You can send us the counseling bill when you are older... I hope you can forgive me for my mistakes- now and later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh, remember when it used to be easy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am cherishing these easy days with Audrey. And trying to move into a new place with Caleb. Trying to remember it is not going to be easy, and to stop hoping/expecting it will be. I need to know it is tough, and know how to parent anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-4477812516281841625?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/4477812516281841625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=4477812516281841625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/4477812516281841625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/4477812516281841625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-used-to-be-easy.html' title='It used to be easy...'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-6102885740115310217</id><published>2009-03-02T22:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T22:21:26.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Audrey's 4 Month Check Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SazLcM-AmBI/AAAAAAAAAWA/JvTdu4l439o/s1600-h/P2270114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SazLcM-AmBI/AAAAAAAAAWA/JvTdu4l439o/s200/P2270114.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308841746141059090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height 24 1/2 inches 60th percentile- grew two inches since her last appt.&lt;br /&gt;Weight 16 lbs. 14 oz. 97th percentile- gained 1 lb. and 8 oz. since last visit&lt;br /&gt;Head 16 3/4 90th percentile- grew 3/4 inch since last visit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Audrey is 97th percentile in weight... surprised? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Roseman said she is doing well, and looks great. I sure think so. Look at that sweet face!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-6102885740115310217?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/6102885740115310217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=6102885740115310217' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/6102885740115310217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/6102885740115310217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2009/03/audreys-4-month-check-up.html' title='Audrey&apos;s 4 Month Check Up'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SazLcM-AmBI/AAAAAAAAAWA/JvTdu4l439o/s72-c/P2270114.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-47456294373410601</id><published>2009-03-01T22:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T22:42:57.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Trip to San Jose</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SazOJGQaPLI/AAAAAAAAAWI/LfNntF54DoI/s1600-h/P2260097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SazOJGQaPLI/AAAAAAAAAWI/LfNntF54DoI/s200/P2260097.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308844716456557746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Rex and Aunt Elaine's House was a highlight. We had a great time in their garden, enjoying their view, visiting, and eating together. Caleb got to pull vegetables and sample all the flowers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SazOJLzzGBI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/XtsHZhtrSMU/s1600-h/P2260063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SazOJLzzGBI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/XtsHZhtrSMU/s200/P2260063.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308844717947164690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definietly have to do that again! Gianna even came over after work to join us. It was so fun! Uncle Rex is a great chef and made a delicious dinner. Caleb got to help with that too. Need that fennel potato recipe! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SazOJVHTPjI/AAAAAAAAAWY/hU4Odg172ZE/s1600-h/P2260098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SazOJVHTPjI/AAAAAAAAAWY/hU4Odg172ZE/s200/P2260098.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308844720444882482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the goodies you sent us home with too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SazQQSuj9LI/AAAAAAAAAW4/AFaJ6_dNKbI/s1600-h/P2260101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SazQQSuj9LI/AAAAAAAAAW4/AFaJ6_dNKbI/s200/P2260101.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308847039086589106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SazOJrrMmwI/AAAAAAAAAWg/eT7ZTJH3-ic/s1600-h/P2260111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SazOJrrMmwI/AAAAAAAAAWg/eT7ZTJH3-ic/s200/P2260111.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308844726501022466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got a super short visit with Nen (my Dad's mom). It was good to see her. We hoped to see Nenaneen Mary too, but the kids nap time caused an interference...next time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SazPMwcYGRI/AAAAAAAAAWo/5ivmdle3638/s1600-h/P2270113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SazPMwcYGRI/AAAAAAAAAWo/5ivmdle3638/s200/P2270113.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308845878832273682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing with Izzy was a treat! We got to see her a lot. At first, she had to get used to us, as we haven't seen her since Christmas. By the end of our short trip, we were all comfortable with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SazPNGtJZOI/AAAAAAAAAWw/E1F6GXisrx4/s1600-h/P2270118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SazPNGtJZOI/AAAAAAAAAWw/E1F6GXisrx4/s200/P2270118.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308845884808193250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-47456294373410601?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/47456294373410601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=47456294373410601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/47456294373410601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/47456294373410601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2009/03/our-trip-to-san-jose.html' title='Our Trip to San Jose'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SazOJGQaPLI/AAAAAAAAAWI/LfNntF54DoI/s72-c/P2260097.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-3030724109857124994</id><published>2009-02-23T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T22:15:21.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So much fun, and for Audrey too!</title><content type='html'>We do a weekly playdate on Mondays at Aunt Jill's house. Jill is one of my closest friends. Christian and her husband and all our boys are all best buddies too. Works well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Jill has the cool big house with a big yard, and so graciously invites some of us over every Monday for a giant playdate. Bunches of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was especially great because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)The kiddos have gotten quite good at playing together without too much mommy interference and the mommies got a decent amount of time to talk today. I almost felt normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)Jen made really yummy scones. Um, I think I ate 3 of them. She said they were healthy though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Most of us made it over there today. Often, it is just Jill and our boys and myself, as sickness, travel, etc. can get in the way. Lately, more have been able to make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4)Tomi came with Skylar, who is Audrey's age. Yes, that is right Audrey had a friend. It was cute! They were staring at each other and smiling. Instant friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She actually has a few friends now...well in the kind of I hope they will be her friends sort of friend way. Huh? You see, Audrey gets carted around to all of Caleb's activities. We always play with Caleb's friends, whose mommies happen to be my friends too. Well, thakfully MaryJoyce had a baby a month after me, and Tomi a month before, and there are two gals at my table in MOPS (I just joined) that have daughters born within a week of Audrey. So yea! She is finally going to start having friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-3030724109857124994?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/3030724109857124994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=3030724109857124994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/3030724109857124994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/3030724109857124994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2009/02/so-much-fun-and-for-audrey-too.html' title='So much fun, and for Audrey too!'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-2520228785745568736</id><published>2009-02-23T21:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T22:00:49.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have no idea!</title><content type='html'>Picture Caleb, bewildered look on his face, hands in the air, "Mom, I have no idea!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is his new answer to some of the questions I ask. The first time he said it... a few days ago, I found it incredibly funny, and laughed uncontrollably. Well, I think Caleb took that to mean that he should add that statement to his repertoire of funny sayings. I am impressed with the usage he has found for it, using the phrase several times a day, and he uses it in context every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is getting taller. He had a growth spurt a week or two ago (had to go buy new pants as his were looking like he was preparing for floods) and Christian noted tonight that Caleb can now reach the light in the bathroom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb: "Dad, I got up on my tippy toes." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christian: "Caleb, where did you learn tippy-toes?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb: "I have no idea." Picture cute smile and bewildered look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a smarty pants, that is for sure... in a good and funny way that is. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-2520228785745568736?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/2520228785745568736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=2520228785745568736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/2520228785745568736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/2520228785745568736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-have-no-idea.html' title='I have no idea!'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-765582608004962212</id><published>2009-02-15T22:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T22:54:46.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brother and Sister?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SazSoGbr_II/AAAAAAAAAXA/cFygx465Yt8/s1600-h/P2150016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SazSoGbr_II/AAAAAAAAAXA/cFygx465Yt8/s200/P2150016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308849647126314114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, cousins. Christian and I think that they look the most alike of all the cousins though. Caleb looks more like his eldest cousin Bethany, than his own sister. They make similar facial expressions too. I remember when Bethany was the only cousin. I was dating Christian at the time and she was motivation to marry him! I see Caleb now and he does and says things that I remember Bethany doing and saying. It is pretty special. They play really well together too, even though she is 6 years older. She is a great eldest cousin (their are 9 on the Schalesky side) and we are so thankful for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bethany and Joelle came for Lily's 1st Birthday. The rest of the Schalesky cousins were sick, but we got this cute pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SazUBF3shYI/AAAAAAAAAXY/5emSsFcstZQ/s1600-h/P2150017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SazUBF3shYI/AAAAAAAAAXY/5emSsFcstZQ/s200/P2150017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308851175983711618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Lily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SazSoTBvp3I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/o2cMuiAAzLU/s1600-h/P2150004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SazSoTBvp3I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/o2cMuiAAzLU/s200/P2150004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308849650507163506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-765582608004962212?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/765582608004962212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=765582608004962212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/765582608004962212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/765582608004962212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2009/02/brother-and-sister.html' title='Brother and Sister?'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SazSoGbr_II/AAAAAAAAAXA/cFygx465Yt8/s72-c/P2150016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-2446635405399391560</id><published>2009-02-14T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:49:37.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SZpdMrtlTzI/AAAAAAAAAUw/ialSmGczzCA/s1600-h/P2140041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SZpdMrtlTzI/AAAAAAAAAUw/ialSmGczzCA/s200/P2140041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303653983655907122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SZpdMTo4syI/AAAAAAAAAUo/D27ZV19X95I/s1600-h/P2140032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SZpdMTo4syI/AAAAAAAAAUo/D27ZV19X95I/s200/P2140032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303653977193755426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SZpdMIRm6NI/AAAAAAAAAUg/BhcD3Gprhx4/s1600-h/P2140015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SZpdMIRm6NI/AAAAAAAAAUg/BhcD3Gprhx4/s200/P2140015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303653974143330514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SZpdL1h1xMI/AAAAAAAAAUY/NfuyGqlAcRI/s1600-h/P2140011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SZpdL1h1xMI/AAAAAAAAAUY/NfuyGqlAcRI/s200/P2140011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303653969111139522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SZpdLryrSWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/jmvSiAGEa7g/s1600-h/P2140007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SZpdLryrSWI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/jmvSiAGEa7g/s200/P2140007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303653966497401186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a nice Valentine's Day this year. Starting with heart shaped breakfast, preset opening for the kids, and a date for Christian and I (Audrey tagged along). After the date, Caleb, Audrey, and Christian took a nap, while I checked out some houses (the escrow we are in is contingent on a lot of things). First time I have been without both kids for two hours since Audrey was born. It was nice. However, I was sick when I came home and Christian's wonderful plan for dinner was scrapped for a more plain dinner to appease my nausea. The morning was great though! I LOVE my husband, Caleb, and Audrey. Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-2446635405399391560?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/2446635405399391560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=2446635405399391560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/2446635405399391560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/2446635405399391560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2009/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SZpdMrtlTzI/AAAAAAAAAUw/ialSmGczzCA/s72-c/P2140041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-2088743194670888155</id><published>2009-02-08T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T22:15:08.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>At Breakfast Today</title><content type='html'>Setting: Caleb is eating his oatmeal and drinking his orange juice, asking lot's of questions, as usual. Mommy is sitting down to eat her breakfast, tea and peanut butter toast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb: Mommy, what is that? Your tea?&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Yes, it is my tea.&lt;br /&gt;Caleb: You like it Mom? Is it good?&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Yes, I like it.&lt;br /&gt;Caleb: Where is your wine?&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: (Laughs) I only drink wine at dinner time.&lt;br /&gt;Caleb: Why?&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Well, it is tastes good with dinner food, but not so good with breakfast food. And, it is better to drink it at the end of the day, not at breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;Caleb: Mom, I am going to be a big boy someday and I am going to drink my wine when I am older, at dinner time.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: (Laughing again) Really? Well, you have to be a man to drink wine. It is only for adults.&lt;br /&gt;Caleb: I am going to drink wine when I am a man, at dinner time.&lt;br /&gt;Mommy: Okay, Caleb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-2088743194670888155?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/2088743194670888155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=2088743194670888155' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/2088743194670888155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/2088743194670888155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2009/02/at-breakfast-today.html' title='At Breakfast Today'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-9172512078955315430</id><published>2009-02-07T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T23:08:28.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roll Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SZphKjfNh2I/AAAAAAAAAVg/iEYXea_ca7c/s1600-h/P2070011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SZphKjfNh2I/AAAAAAAAAVg/iEYXea_ca7c/s200/P2070011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303658345134917474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SZphKgRjEzI/AAAAAAAAAVY/a0aT_s6nKmU/s1600-h/P2070012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SZphKgRjEzI/AAAAAAAAAVY/a0aT_s6nKmU/s200/P2070012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303658344272302898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SZphKIHMt3I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/N_5_-Ca5CV8/s1600-h/P2070014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SZphKIHMt3I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/N_5_-Ca5CV8/s200/P2070014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303658337786443634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accident? I think not... Brilliant? Of course?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think what you want, but Audrey rolled over today! See?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-9172512078955315430?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/9172512078955315430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=9172512078955315430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/9172512078955315430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/9172512078955315430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2009/02/roll-over.html' title='Roll Over'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SZphKjfNh2I/AAAAAAAAAVg/iEYXea_ca7c/s72-c/P2070011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-8907617627369394175</id><published>2009-02-07T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T22:58:18.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tummy Time</title><content type='html'>Audrey HATES tummy time. I am lucky if I can get a full minute out of her before she starts screaming. Caleb used to LOVE tummy time. This is just one of the many differences we have noted between our two kiddos. It is interesting to see the similarities and differnces. The best of all being, that Audrey is already sleeping through the night. Considering Caleb didn't sleep through the night till he was 16 months old, that is my favorite differnce thus far! Anyway, here are some cute tummy time photos, snapped quickly... and you cna see the yell a comin. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SZpfwId4C5I/AAAAAAAAAVA/cmrG6sLXv24/s1600-h/P2070020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SZpfwId4C5I/AAAAAAAAAVA/cmrG6sLXv24/s200/P2070020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303656791693331346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SZpfv0mTwJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/M8TJ7ea9kYQ/s1600-h/P2070015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SZpfv0mTwJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/M8TJ7ea9kYQ/s200/P2070015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303656786359992466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SZpfweR-rhI/AAAAAAAAAVI/46_2d899mr8/s1600-h/P2070019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SZpfweR-rhI/AAAAAAAAAVI/46_2d899mr8/s200/P2070019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303656797549014546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-8907617627369394175?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/8907617627369394175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=8907617627369394175' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/8907617627369394175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/8907617627369394175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2009/02/tummy-time.html' title='Tummy Time'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SZpfwId4C5I/AAAAAAAAAVA/cmrG6sLXv24/s72-c/P2070020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-3154537106724859716</id><published>2009-02-05T23:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T23:07:43.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainy Day Helper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SZpiH2GyFfI/AAAAAAAAAV4/xBih2xNrB7A/s1600-h/P2050006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SZpiH2GyFfI/AAAAAAAAAV4/xBih2xNrB7A/s200/P2050006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303659398104749554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SZpiHnnuL7I/AAAAAAAAAVw/mw_tMdOHeyI/s1600-h/P2050009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SZpiHnnuL7I/AAAAAAAAAVw/mw_tMdOHeyI/s200/P2050009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303659394216374194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SZpiHdmGkzI/AAAAAAAAAVo/E-iO2p22H5Q/s1600-h/P2050003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SZpiHdmGkzI/AAAAAAAAAVo/E-iO2p22H5Q/s200/P2050003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303659391525229362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all this rain, Caleb needed a good indoor activity. He enjoys baking, and he is good at cleaning up after too! We had a fun time. What a cutie huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-3154537106724859716?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/3154537106724859716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=3154537106724859716' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/3154537106724859716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/3154537106724859716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2009/02/rainy-day-helper.html' title='Rainy Day Helper'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SZpiH2GyFfI/AAAAAAAAAV4/xBih2xNrB7A/s72-c/P2050006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-7417698373223363380</id><published>2009-02-02T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T21:48:44.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sister!, Smiles, and Cousin Lily</title><content type='html'>I realized today that it has been awhile since I have taken pics of the kids, and even longer since I have blogged about them! So, I grabbed the camera and snapped some photos of the two of the greatest gifts in my life. And cousin Lily came over tonight too. Enjoy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb LOVES his sister. I am so thankful. When I pulled out the camera, Caleb was thrilled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SYfX5KT-uLI/AAAAAAAAATg/4CJE7TgFwXE/s1600-h/P2020051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SYfX5KT-uLI/AAAAAAAAATg/4CJE7TgFwXE/s200/P2020051.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298440863645350066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey needed a little convincing to smile though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SYfX5Xi4lXI/AAAAAAAAATo/2DLbFe0PSS0/s1600-h/P2020053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SYfX5Xi4lXI/AAAAAAAAATo/2DLbFe0PSS0/s200/P2020053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298440867197523314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiles! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SYfX5uxZ8YI/AAAAAAAAATw/xUZ8wPS6etk/s1600-h/P2020055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SYfX5uxZ8YI/AAAAAAAAATw/xUZ8wPS6etk/s200/P2020055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298440873432445314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey has the sweetest smile. It creeps up... starts in her eyes, then an upturn at the sides of her mouth, and turns into a full on gummy grin, sometimes with a tongue! I LOVE it when she smiles. She is most smiley in the morning, when watching brother, and when Daddy comes home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Auntie Melody!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SYfX5phxZoI/AAAAAAAAAT4/W1XOP9VXQmc/s1600-h/P2020060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SYfX5phxZoI/AAAAAAAAAT4/W1XOP9VXQmc/s200/P2020060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298440872024696450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister-in-law had her B-day today and her wonderful hubby arranged for us to watch Lily (yippee!) and took Mel to &lt;a href="http://www.bouchonsantabarbara.com/"&gt;Bouchon&lt;/a&gt;, one of the nicest restaurants in town (well done Nate). Lily is almost one (in 13 days actually) and such a joy. We love her. Caleb spent our entire dinner to try and get Lily to talk. In the end, it worked. Here are the Santa Barbara Schalesky cousins (6 more in Salinas/Gilroy).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-7417698373223363380?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/7417698373223363380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=7417698373223363380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/7417698373223363380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/7417698373223363380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2009/02/sister-smiles-and-cousin-lily.html' title='Sister!, Smiles, and Cousin Lily'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SYfX5KT-uLI/AAAAAAAAATg/4CJE7TgFwXE/s72-c/P2020051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-4818706499216362515</id><published>2009-01-27T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T22:08:02.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boots</title><content type='html'>I had to take back some shoes Audrey received for Christmas (didn't put them on her in time and she grew out of them). Technically, I should have bought Audrey something, but she has everything and Caleb really needed rainboots. So, with the credit, and the boots being on sale, I think I spent $2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SYfdwWzANxI/AAAAAAAAAUI/BZc4KdFo-Q0/s1600-h/P1230011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SYfdwWzANxI/AAAAAAAAAUI/BZc4KdFo-Q0/s200/P1230011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298447309447640850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are Caleb's favorite shoes. He wears them everyday if he can. The cutest part? When I was growing up they were called galoshes, so that is what I called them at first, and the name stuck. So cute to hear Caleb say, "Mommy, I am going to wear my galoshes today, okay Mom?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone that sees him in them compliments his cool boots. I think they are pretty cool too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-4818706499216362515?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/4818706499216362515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=4818706499216362515' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/4818706499216362515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/4818706499216362515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2009/02/boots.html' title='The Boots'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SYfdwWzANxI/AAAAAAAAAUI/BZc4KdFo-Q0/s72-c/P1230011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-7865006961203553960</id><published>2009-01-23T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T21:52:28.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clean and Dry</title><content type='html'>Our new favorite words. "Caleb, are you clean and dry?" Nope we have not banned him from the dirt and the rain. We are refering to his BIG BOY UNDERWEAR he started wearing this week. We are all pretty excited about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since Christmas, his pull ups have been mostly dry. While we were visiting family, we ran out of the pull ups we had brought with us. We decided to stay an extra day, and I figured we would be about 2-3 pull ups short for our last day. I was bummed to have to go to the grocery store to buy pull ups, as I get a deal on them online. Well, it turned out to work in my favor. We bought those pull ups that have the little pictures that disappear when you pee. At first, Caleb thought it was cool to make the helicopters on his car pull ups disappear. Then, we got smart and started giving him Trader Joe's chocolate cat cookies (kind of healthy chocolate?) every time his pull up was "clean and dry". Well, that worked wonders. He had been clean and dry for several days with a little wet here and there. So, we told him if he could stay clean and dry for an entire day, we would let him wear his big boy underpants. We have had some cool Elmo underwear for quite awhile now, and he got some race car underwear for Christmas from my cousin. I also have some training pants from One Step Ahead. He really liked that idea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday was our first try. We went with the cool race car underwear first. Around 10am, as we were getting ready to go out for the day, Caleb said,"I don't have to go potty, I don't." I said okay, let's go and make sure (knowing that he has said this before when the urge came and he was too busy playing to want to go... I think he almost says it to himself to convince himself). Well, he threw a fit when I said that, so I talked to him about telling me when he needed to go, and figured we may have to have an accident to get the idea of underwear anyway. About a minute later he said, "Uh oh Mommy, my chair is all wet." Sure enough, he was wet, and the chair was really wet. Thankfully, it was his little chair that easily went straight to the bathtub and was hosed off with the shower hose. We tried again Wednesday, but tried the training pants to see how well they held the pee if he had an accident. We went to the dentist for the first time (more on that later) and after our visit he said, "My pee pee is coming out." Poor guy, by the time I asked the receptionist for the bathroom, he got his clothes off, and his rain boots he HAD to wear, even though it was not raining yet, well, by that time, he was wet. However, I am loving those training pants! They held the pee in so his pants were not at all wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, he was clean and dry the entire day. Although, we did do a pull up at nap time. We were all quite pleased about it. Today is another success thus far. I think tomorrow we may try the cooler Elmo or race car undies again since I think he has the hang of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SYfbaZg_dII/AAAAAAAAAUA/kNQdHxiGsKg/s1600-h/P1220004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SYfbaZg_dII/AAAAAAAAAUA/kNQdHxiGsKg/s200/P1220004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298444733197022338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so proud of Caleb!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-7865006961203553960?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/7865006961203553960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=7865006961203553960' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/7865006961203553960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/7865006961203553960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2009/01/clean-and-dry.html' title='Clean and Dry'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SYfbaZg_dII/AAAAAAAAAUA/kNQdHxiGsKg/s72-c/P1220004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-1515951248513370339</id><published>2009-01-21T22:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T17:00:30.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bed Time and Nap Time</title><content type='html'>Looking at these pictures, I wonder why I ever dreaded putting Caleb to sleep and negotiating a new baby at the same time, by myself. Thankfully, Caleb loves Audrey and is great with her. Audrey adores Caleb too. Just this week especially, we have noticed how she lights up and smiles when she sees him. I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SXgSH0j9mVI/AAAAAAAAATM/mR8PsEKe6BM/s1600-h/P1090205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SXgSH0j9mVI/AAAAAAAAATM/mR8PsEKe6BM/s200/P1090205.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294001287551883602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SXgSHstNTOI/AAAAAAAAATE/WTbsVeiy52I/s1600-h/P1210220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SXgSHstNTOI/AAAAAAAAATE/WTbsVeiy52I/s200/P1210220.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294001285443177698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SXgSHHZudSI/AAAAAAAAAS8/V2YwyOTk6UU/s1600-h/P1210225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SXgSHHZudSI/AAAAAAAAAS8/V2YwyOTk6UU/s200/P1210225.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294001275429352738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you all don't think I am crazy...Audrey does not stay in his bed with him. She lays there for story time and prayers. When I leave, she comes with me. However, she does LOVE being in Caleb's bed. I set her down there when I need my hands free or when Caleb adn I are playing in his room and she is quite pleased to be there. It is pretty funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-1515951248513370339?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/1515951248513370339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=1515951248513370339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/1515951248513370339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/1515951248513370339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2009/01/bed-time-and-nap-time.html' title='Bed Time and Nap Time'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SXgSH0j9mVI/AAAAAAAAATM/mR8PsEKe6BM/s72-c/P1090205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-1655292157856886108</id><published>2009-01-21T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T22:24:33.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We are buying a house... in Santa Barbara!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SXgP2a7XlBI/AAAAAAAAAS0/V1u27hN_wc4/s1600-h/P1210219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SXgP2a7XlBI/AAAAAAAAAS0/V1u27hN_wc4/s200/P1210219.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293998789589701650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or so we think, hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago we put our names on the affordable housing list here in Santa Barbara. It usually take awhile to get a call, and we were at the bottom of the list. However, due to church connections and the current market, we have had quite a few people contact us about buying their property. This all happened as we were getting ready for Christmas. As you can imagine new baby, toddler, Christmas, and buying a new house combined leads to little to no blogging for almost a month. Perhaps I will find the time to put up some pics of Caleb and Audrey, because they sure were cute over the holiday, but we'll see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after seriously looking at a few places, checking out real estate too, we have come to a decision. The catch? We have to wait for the owners to find a new home. They are looking every week, but haven't found the right place yet. So, we could be moving soon, or not so soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove by the property on the way home today to take some pics:&lt;br /&gt;View from the street (1st yellow unit you see).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SXgP1gwAnYI/AAAAAAAAASk/QPXNoQoeRWg/s1600-h/P1210210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SXgP1gwAnYI/AAAAAAAAASk/QPXNoQoeRWg/s200/P1210210.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293998773972802946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;View from the inlet/cul-de-sac&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SXgP2NTPPDI/AAAAAAAAASs/UI29JUQTQsA/s1600-h/P1210217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SXgP2NTPPDI/AAAAAAAAASs/UI29JUQTQsA/s200/P1210217.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293998785931721778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a two bedroom (very spacious bedrooms) and 2 1/2 bath. It is two story. Gotta love that the 1/2 bath is downstairs and therefore the only one that I have to keep looking nice all the time. The kitchen has a ton of light, connects to the dining room which connects to the living room and backyard. The backyard is small compared to what we have now, but nice. Patio area and some lawn space, and a storage shed out there. When you walk in the front door, there is an entry way, the 1/2 bath, stairs and then the garage which is a two car garage with space for laundry. We are hoping to use some of the garage space as a playroom. Upstairs to the right is a HUGE master bedroom with a bathroom with 2 sinks (hooray) and a walk in closet. It also has a "secret room" that only kids can stand in that is used for kid hang out/fun sleep space. Caleb loves it and the door is his size. Pretty cute! To the left of the stairs is another bathroom a nook that currently serves as an office space, and the 2nd bedroom. The area has potential to become two bedrooms with some creativity. We think we will do a remodel and turn it into 3 bedrooms if we have another child (hoping to) or when Caleb and Audrey hit puberty, whichever come first. There is a ton of storage space (attic, little nooks, under the stair case, closets, etc.). The property is off the street in a little inlet/cul-de-sac with 5 other units. It is quiet and safe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We LOVE it and are pretty excited. The ONLY drawback is that it is downtown, and not central, but hey, this is Santa Barbara. From there, I can still drive to most anywhere in town in 10 minutes or less. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray that the owners find a house, that interest rates stay low, or go lower, and that we can figure out how to move with a toddler and a baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-1655292157856886108?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/1655292157856886108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=1655292157856886108' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/1655292157856886108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/1655292157856886108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-are-buying-house-in-santa-barbara.html' title='We are buying a house... in Santa Barbara!'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SXgP2a7XlBI/AAAAAAAAAS0/V1u27hN_wc4/s72-c/P1210219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-8308410958030842980</id><published>2009-01-20T16:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T16:11:23.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>President Obama</title><content type='html'>Today is a historical day. The fact that both of my children are napping at the same time and have both napped for slighty over an hour now, pales in comparison to the history making event of our Presidential Inauguration. President Obama is the first African American to become President. This should not be an amazing thing, but given the history of slavery and prejudice in our country, it is an amazing thing and a wonderful thing. My objections to Obama have nothing to do with his race, and everything to do with his policies, primarily his take on life and abortions. However, regardless of my objections to his policies, he is now the President of the United States of America, and that is no small thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I did not vote for Obama, I want to show respect for him as our new President. He is the President of our country and that is an authority I am required to submit to and respect. I want to model that respect and submission to my children as well. I found Dr. Laura's impressions today interesting and I too am impressed by many of these things. See the blog article below and the link that follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many things that concern me about our new president.  Many policies that frankly, make me nervous.  But there are some things that I am impressed by, and hope he will set a tone and become a role model for our society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am impressed by President Obama’s work ethic.  I am impressed by his clear love for his wife and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am impressed that during the campaign, Michelle Obama made sure she was home with her daughters 5 days a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am impressed that they have invited the children’s grandmother to live with them in the White House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am impressed that the first black president got there through his own hard work and not because of affirmative action programs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am impressed that President Obama took the time to visit with some of our wounded warriors from Iraq and Afghanistan the day before he took office as Commander-in-Chief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I hope that through these actions, our new president will serve as a role model for all Americans - to take their vows and responsibilities as seriously as the day they made them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.drlaurablog.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations Mr. President and family! May God bless you with wisdom as you serve as President.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-8308410958030842980?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/8308410958030842980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=8308410958030842980' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/8308410958030842980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/8308410958030842980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2009/01/president-obama.html' title='President Obama'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-3189645070573978145</id><published>2008-12-25T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T21:49:49.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mylicon</title><content type='html'>Audrey has a hard time falling asleep. Once she is asleep, she is usually fine and can sleep for a long time. Chrisitan is convinced we need to give her Mylicon to help her with what he thinks is a gas issue. I do not disagree about gas, but with Caleb, I went witht he theory that we all need to learn how to work out our gas on our own, and I did/do not like the idea of giving medicine unless necessary. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, either Claeb did not have bad gas, or we were more tolerant with the first one. Christian went out and bought some Mylicon the other day. I was still not convinced we had to give it to her. However, tonight, after nursing her several times, bouncing her, holding her, etc. she would not fall asleep. We tried for about two hours, and then Christian decided it was Mylicon time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just gave it to her... we will see what happens. So far she is still crying and fussing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-3189645070573978145?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/3189645070573978145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=3189645070573978145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/3189645070573978145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/3189645070573978145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2008/12/mylicon.html' title='Mylicon'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-9132484047189765222</id><published>2008-12-23T23:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T20:53:19.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping, and not...</title><content type='html'>So I was super excited yesterday to post how both my kids slept through the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ought not to be news for Caleb. However, since Audrey was born, and a month prior, Caleb stated to wake during the night, sometimes frequently, even though he had been sleeping through the night for over a year. This is VERY frustrating and has driven Christian and I to try things we never thought we would to convince him to sleep and stay in his bed. Anyway, Sunday night he slept all night! Maybe the uh... second time since Audrey was born and we are going on 7 weeks here folks. In fact, for the last 7 weeks, there were many nights Audrey woke less then Caleb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey slept for 4 1/2 hours, woke at 1:30am to eat, and fell back asleep for 6 hours. This would have been heavenly, except that I stayed up working and didn't go to bed until just before Audrey woke up. But I was thankful for the 6 hour stretch after!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, I did not post yesterday and the sleeping was short lived. Last night and thus far tonight, Caleb has woken several times. Audrey, is still doing pretty well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parenting is tough, sleep deprivation is torture!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-9132484047189765222?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/9132484047189765222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=9132484047189765222' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/9132484047189765222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/9132484047189765222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2008/12/sleeping-and-not.html' title='Sleeping, and not...'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-605082177494358308</id><published>2008-12-21T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T23:16:58.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy Cane Train</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SU8-LvVlUzI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8YCFUPjBdII/s1600-h/PC210037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SU8-LvVlUzI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8YCFUPjBdII/s200/PC210037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282509259335357234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SU8-LCeCOzI/AAAAAAAAAQc/u1RrhwmzVsQ/s1600-h/PC210038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SU8-LCeCOzI/AAAAAAAAAQc/u1RrhwmzVsQ/s200/PC210038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282509247291210546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SU8-LJ49DdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/c3ePoYwds_c/s1600-h/PC210032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SU8-LJ49DdI/AAAAAAAAAQU/c3ePoYwds_c/s200/PC210032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282509249283165650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some Family Christmas Fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-605082177494358308?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/605082177494358308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=605082177494358308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/605082177494358308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/605082177494358308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2008/12/candy-cane-train.html' title='Candy Cane Train'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SU8-LvVlUzI/AAAAAAAAAQk/8YCFUPjBdII/s72-c/PC210037.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-7269195886993588997</id><published>2008-12-17T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T23:37:34.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Audrey at 6 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SU9AE0VUdYI/AAAAAAAAAQs/bKOmetrezh0/s1600-h/PC170004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SU9AE0VUdYI/AAAAAAAAAQs/bKOmetrezh0/s200/PC170004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282511339440600450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is very alert now, happy in the sling most the day, smiling at all of us, and sleeping pretty well. At six weeks, she is now wearing 3-6 month clothes. I am guessing she will be in 6 month clothes next week, yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sure love her!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-7269195886993588997?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/7269195886993588997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=7269195886993588997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/7269195886993588997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/7269195886993588997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2008/12/audrey-at-6-weeks.html' title='Audrey at 6 weeks'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SU9AE0VUdYI/AAAAAAAAAQs/bKOmetrezh0/s72-c/PC170004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-5873508712023614403</id><published>2008-12-13T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T23:37:01.534-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Natural History Museum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SU9B6XqtscI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/WgxUt5knlMs/s1600-h/PC130343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SU9B6XqtscI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/WgxUt5knlMs/s200/PC130343.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282513358970270146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SU9B7dlBMuI/AAAAAAAAARM/bDZnPtZkswg/s1600-h/PC130341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SU9B7dlBMuI/AAAAAAAAARM/bDZnPtZkswg/s200/PC130341.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282513377736864482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SU9B7uvekvI/AAAAAAAAARU/i2ZymtphapY/s1600-h/PC130350.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SU9B7uvekvI/AAAAAAAAARU/i2ZymtphapY/s200/PC130350.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282513382344135410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SU9B7M05FDI/AAAAAAAAARE/ByNFwgh09lI/s1600-h/PC130355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SU9B7M05FDI/AAAAAAAAARE/ByNFwgh09lI/s200/PC130355.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282513373240038450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SU9B6lBWqzI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/yH0XoESeYiA/s1600-h/PC130353.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SU9B6lBWqzI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/yH0XoESeYiA/s200/PC130353.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282513362554891058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out for a day of family fun, not knowing that is was Winter Funderland, which meant snow and real reindeers, cool! Oh, and yummy cookies, coco, and Frosty too. We had a blast!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-5873508712023614403?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/5873508712023614403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=5873508712023614403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/5873508712023614403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/5873508712023614403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2008/12/natural-history-museum.html' title='Natural History Museum'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SU9B6XqtscI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/WgxUt5knlMs/s72-c/PC130343.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-1170268304434932341</id><published>2008-12-02T17:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T17:16:44.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiles</title><content type='html'>Audrey is starting to smile. Just this week we have gotten some smiles that seem unrelated to gas and poop, or drunken nursing sleep smiles. Pretty precious. Of course, there are every once and awhile right now, so I haven't captured one with the camera yet, but boy are they sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of smiles... we are all smiling a lot more around here. Two kids... tough, but it is getting more doable as each day passes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The joy of all joys these days for me is that I am finally recovered and healthy enough to hang with Caleb all day. We are getting back into the swing of things, of course Audrey tags along, but I can already see the difference in my interactions with Caleb after the painfully long modification to our daily time together. The pregnancy, and then the recovery, required that I have a lot of help with Caleb's care, and that had a big, and not so pleasant impact on our relationship (and his sleep and behavior). However, as he and I start spending our days together again, I can see that we are going to be just fine, and his sleep and behavior are having a drastic and positive turn around. Hooray!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing how much I love my kids and even the teeniest blip in our routine/time together effects us all. I was having a really hard time with the way my relationship with Caleb changed as my pregnancy became more challenging, and after Audrey was born, he was withholding his affection for me. Very hard and sad for me. I was so happy to be pregnant with and then have Audrey, but I was bitter about how it effected my relationship with Caleb, afraid things would never be the same for us again... I am praying that God continues to restore my relationship with Caleb and I am hopeful after the last few days with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-1170268304434932341?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/1170268304434932341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=1170268304434932341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/1170268304434932341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/1170268304434932341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2008/12/smiles.html' title='Smiles'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-8453155026888118921</id><published>2008-11-28T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T23:58:37.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Audrey at 3 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SU9IlbQp79I/AAAAAAAAASc/VJ5NOOzko7A/s1600-h/PB280191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SU9IlbQp79I/AAAAAAAAASc/VJ5NOOzko7A/s200/PB280191.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282520695738855378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-8453155026888118921?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/8453155026888118921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=8453155026888118921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/8453155026888118921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/8453155026888118921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2008/11/audrey-at-3-weeks.html' title='Audrey at 3 Weeks'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SU9IlbQp79I/AAAAAAAAASc/VJ5NOOzko7A/s72-c/PB280191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-4757914141812636882</id><published>2008-11-17T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T23:56:44.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Story Time- Audrey at almost 2 weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SU9IM3hpFnI/AAAAAAAAASU/C4v09dT1Q0c/s1600-h/PB170158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SU9IM3hpFnI/AAAAAAAAASU/C4v09dT1Q0c/s200/PB170158.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282520273829566066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SU9IMUB8_oI/AAAAAAAAASM/SoK47YG4V1U/s1600-h/PB170155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SU9IMUB8_oI/AAAAAAAAASM/SoK47YG4V1U/s200/PB170155.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282520264301411970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SU9IMfI9lyI/AAAAAAAAASE/md8gLkbqKUA/s1600-h/PB170153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SU9IMfI9lyI/AAAAAAAAASE/md8gLkbqKUA/s200/PB170153.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282520267283601186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-4757914141812636882?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/4757914141812636882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=4757914141812636882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/4757914141812636882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/4757914141812636882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2008/11/story-time-audrey-at-almost-2-weeks.html' title='Story Time- Audrey at almost 2 weeks'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SU9IM3hpFnI/AAAAAAAAASU/C4v09dT1Q0c/s72-c/PB170158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-3791992309457185113</id><published>2008-11-13T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T23:44:23.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Audrey 1 Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SU9E8YT-WvI/AAAAAAAAARc/1rioDiaoKXc/s1600-h/PB140096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SU9E8YT-WvI/AAAAAAAAARc/1rioDiaoKXc/s200/PB140096.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282516692037950194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey is a sweet baby. She eats well and sleeps well. She spits up quite a lot, so we are doing a TON of laundry around here. Caleb loves her more and more each day and we are all adjusting as a family of four.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-3791992309457185113?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/3791992309457185113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=3791992309457185113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/3791992309457185113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/3791992309457185113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2008/11/audrey-1-week.html' title='Audrey 1 Week'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SU9E8YT-WvI/AAAAAAAAARc/1rioDiaoKXc/s72-c/PB140096.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-7295233990893989857</id><published>2008-11-10T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T17:20:50.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Audrey Day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/STTIBMbUnMI/AAAAAAAAAQA/pX6RRohHnU0/s1600-h/PB090041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/STTIBMbUnMI/AAAAAAAAAQA/pX6RRohHnU0/s200/PB090041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275060986398940354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-7295233990893989857?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/7295233990893989857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=7295233990893989857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/7295233990893989857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/7295233990893989857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2008/11/audrey-day-4.html' title='Audrey Day 4'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/STTIBMbUnMI/AAAAAAAAAQA/pX6RRohHnU0/s72-c/PB090041.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-5842649509913101644</id><published>2008-11-09T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T17:20:25.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Audrey: Day 3 Reinforcements</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/STTGg6APy5I/AAAAAAAAAPg/adknSmEK5Ng/s1600-h/PB080020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/STTGg6APy5I/AAAAAAAAAPg/adknSmEK5Ng/s200/PB080020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275059332186098578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/STTGhx9wd3I/AAAAAAAAAP4/8fVtblrCl5Q/s1600-h/PB080029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/STTGhx9wd3I/AAAAAAAAAP4/8fVtblrCl5Q/s200/PB080029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275059347208042354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we were not supposed to have anyone in the house for a few days, as Audrey was born at home, but we woke up Saturday morning and decided we needed help. A quick phone call to my parents and they arrived that afternoon ready to cook, clean, play with Caleb, fold laundry, and grocery shop. Wow, yes, they are awesome. Grammy Claire adn papa Jerry to the rescue! Mmm, and they brought good wine and La Villa's Raviolis, doesn't get much better than that friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three Generations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/STTGhis6_7I/AAAAAAAAAPw/dhUZg_C3qLY/s1600-h/PB080025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/STTGhis6_7I/AAAAAAAAAPw/dhUZg_C3qLY/s200/PB080025.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275059343110897586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I realize I look scary here. I had a quick rinse after the birth, hardly a shower, and that was Thursday... this picture is late Saturday... see why we needed help? And I am severely sleep deprived in this picture as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, all the red marks? Poor thing is scratching herself with her nails. We tried to cut them, but they are still connected to her skin (poor Christian found this out the hard way). She is still pretty cute though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/STTGhGNlJZI/AAAAAAAAAPo/2OnCZOixL70/s1600-h/PB080019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/STTGhGNlJZI/AAAAAAAAAPo/2OnCZOixL70/s200/PB080019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275059335463249298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-5842649509913101644?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/5842649509913101644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=5842649509913101644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/5842649509913101644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/5842649509913101644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2008/12/audrey-day-3-reinforcements.html' title='Audrey: Day 3 Reinforcements'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/STTGg6APy5I/AAAAAAAAAPg/adknSmEK5Ng/s72-c/PB080020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-4144628880807368185</id><published>2008-11-08T23:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:17:29.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Audrey and Caleb: Day 2</title><content type='html'>Brother and Sister getting to know each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/STTEDJwlEwI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/bpzrVGNEd54/s1600-h/PB070004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/STTEDJwlEwI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/bpzrVGNEd54/s200/PB070004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275056621996020482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb just loves Audrey. He is so good with her. Yes, he still calls her "Head Schalesky", but he knows her name is Audrey and realizes that is what everyone else calls her. Here, he was reading her a story, it was too cute! He is pretty good at being gentle. He wants to hug and kiss her all the time and is very concerned about knowing where she is at all times. I am so thankful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/STTEDSNghwI/AAAAAAAAAPY/IhTKjYoUnSQ/s1600-h/PB070007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/STTEDSNghwI/AAAAAAAAAPY/IhTKjYoUnSQ/s200/PB070007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275056624264840962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Audrey sleeps pretty good, eats well, and is pretty mellow and sweet. It has been amazing to be at home (and a lot of work-cleaning, food prep, etc.), but so nice to be in the comfort of our house vs. a loud hospital.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-4144628880807368185?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/4144628880807368185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=4144628880807368185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/4144628880807368185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/4144628880807368185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2008/11/audrey-and-caleb-day-2.html' title='Audrey and Caleb: Day 2'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/STTEDJwlEwI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/bpzrVGNEd54/s72-c/PB070004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-1582739481071995209</id><published>2008-11-07T22:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:11:05.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Audrey Marie Schalesky: Day 1</title><content type='html'>November 6, 2008 2:00pm&lt;br /&gt;9 pounds 2 ounces, 21 inches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16 1/2 hours of actie labor. Yikes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Brother Caleb is pleased to meet her, and so are we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/STOMx0n0qUI/AAAAAAAAAPI/QFgpZ8eHnD0/s1600-h/PB060165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/STOMx0n0qUI/AAAAAAAAAPI/QFgpZ8eHnD0/s200/PB060165.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274714376148134210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/STOMxlSHx7I/AAAAAAAAAPA/Kcr8mDcq12s/s1600-h/PB060159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/STOMxlSHx7I/AAAAAAAAAPA/Kcr8mDcq12s/s200/PB060159.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274714372030580658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/STOMxDPvhwI/AAAAAAAAAO4/vU4wmbr3QQE/s1600-h/PB060136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/STOMxDPvhwI/AAAAAAAAAO4/vU4wmbr3QQE/s200/PB060136.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274714362893797122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-1582739481071995209?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/1582739481071995209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=1582739481071995209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/1582739481071995209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/1582739481071995209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2008/11/audrey-marie-schalesky-day-1.html' title='Audrey Marie Schalesky: Day 1'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/STOMx0n0qUI/AAAAAAAAAPI/QFgpZ8eHnD0/s72-c/PB060165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-3569291236410582590</id><published>2008-11-06T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:33:43.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Labor and Delivery</title><content type='html'>I am working on the birth story... maybe 1/2 way done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming soon. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-3569291236410582590?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/3569291236410582590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=3569291236410582590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/3569291236410582590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/3569291236410582590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2008/11/labor-and-delivery.html' title='Labor and Delivery'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-4636024630991035543</id><published>2008-11-04T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T22:06:52.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Due Date</title><content type='html'>Well, like last time, the due date has arrived, and is quickly coming to a close with baby still on the inside. I told Christian last night (after an accupuncture appt., spicy dinner, and some borage oil) that, "Tomorrow is the first day of feeling like I will be pregnant forever." He laughed, but really, it is the first day of resigning myself to the fact that this baby is not coming out, I will just always be pregnant. I remember feeling like that with Caleb. Yet, after a week he did indeed come out. So, at least I have that proof to look forward to. My Dr. will let me go till 42 weeks... I really hope this baby comes before November 18th, that seems so long from now. And then, my dear friend Andrea reminded me yesterday, of something I told her when she was pregnant with her first child. She had Jesse about 2 weeks after I had Caleb, and since I too had been late, I had some encouragement for her that went something along the lines of, "Each day baby stays in there is one more day that God is perfecting the baby- finishing touches you know?" And, "Each day that baby stays in is one more day that the Lord has something for you to do or experience." And, "Each day baby is in there is one more day for you to have some quality time with your husband, because when baby comes, things will change." That last one is now more like, each day is one more day with Caleb before baby comes... and with Christian as a family of 3 vs. a family of 4, which is presumably a lot crazier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am surrendering to the reality that this baby may be a long time coming and trusting the Lord for each day in the meantime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit, Caleb and I did have a good time together today. And, I am getting more sleep than I will when baby arrives... that is a good thing too. I do see how God is caring for me during this time too, and have had more time to be reading my Bible and in prayer (since my schedule is pretty clear, since I had hoped to have baby by now). All good things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-4636024630991035543?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/4636024630991035543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=4636024630991035543' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/4636024630991035543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/4636024630991035543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2008/11/due-date.html' title='Due Date'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-6410196182844624722</id><published>2008-10-31T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T22:44:57.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Zebra</title><content type='html'>Some Halloween pics to enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up from naps, got dressed, and headed to Calle Real Marketplace to meet the Wehunt-Holmes family for some trick or treating. Lot's of painful walking for the pregnant lady, but it was worth it to see the glee it produced in Caleb. He and his buddies Sasha and Stasi were pretty cute as Dog, Gorilla, and Zebra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is that Masked Zebra?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/STODu4Diq9I/AAAAAAAAAOY/ED9SFOO1jWA/s1600-h/PA310060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/STODu4Diq9I/AAAAAAAAAOY/ED9SFOO1jWA/s200/PA310060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274704429925444562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb John Schalesky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/STODuPjHfTI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/2QIl9oPeTAg/s1600-h/PA310058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/STODuPjHfTI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/2QIl9oPeTAg/s200/PA310058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274704419052027186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sasha, Stasi, and Caleb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/STODu5mnJcI/AAAAAAAAAOg/uSL-YZbm5gA/s1600-h/IMG_1472.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/STODu5mnJcI/AAAAAAAAAOg/uSL-YZbm5gA/s200/IMG_1472.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274704430340974018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we headed home for a quick dinner and off to church it was for the annual Harvest Festival. Lot's of fun, lot's of friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb and Cousin Lily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/STODvZDSHwI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Kv6kJD6Js1I/s1600-h/PA310083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/STODvZDSHwI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Kv6kJD6Js1I/s200/PA310083.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274704438782729986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmm... Donuts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/STODvXfhc8I/AAAAAAAAAOo/QDGeVY-FbeQ/s1600-h/PA310096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/STODvXfhc8I/AAAAAAAAAOo/QDGeVY-FbeQ/s200/PA310096.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274704438364304322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-6410196182844624722?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/6410196182844624722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=6410196182844624722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/6410196182844624722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/6410196182844624722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-zebra.html' title='Halloween Zebra'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/STODu4Diq9I/AAAAAAAAAOY/ED9SFOO1jWA/s72-c/PA310060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-4791989034617349283</id><published>2008-10-29T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T21:39:25.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>40th Week</title><content type='html'>So I am in my 40th week of pregnancy. Actually feeling a lot better. My iron is good, energy is good, legs are a bit better since Monday. Apparently, baby dropped, or so lot's of people are telling me, and the new position seems to be easier on my veins. I am not swelling as much or in as much pain. My OB appt. is tomorrow. I am due on Tuesday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling ready for baby to come and excited about baby's arrival. Having contractions, but nothing consistent. I will have a few and then nothing, and then have one an hour, and then nothing. Had that with Caleb too, and he was a week late... The best thing about the contractions is each one makes me more and more excited to meet this precious little baby. I am really looking forward to meeting baby. I keep thinking about the moment Caleb came out and I saw him for the first time. There are no words to describe what an amazing, miraculous moment that is and how much love I felt for him. I think about that, and I am so excited for this baby to join our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hoping for baby to come today. However, I prefer baby to not come tomorrow or Friday because of Halloween (yet I trust God's perfect timing). So now I am hoping for Saturday or soon after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the update. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-4791989034617349283?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/4791989034617349283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=4791989034617349283' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/4791989034617349283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/4791989034617349283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2008/10/40th-week.html' title='40th Week'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-3453391538150065680</id><published>2008-10-27T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T15:21:41.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grammy's Visit</title><content type='html'>Mom came to help out for 4 days and it was so great! She cooked, she did the dishes, she did the laundry, and most of all, she took GREAT care of Caleb, so I could get my iron up and rest. I have to say, I had an OB appt. the day she left and, after all that rest and red meat she cooked for us, my iron was up to a 14! Christian was so thankful for the break from dishes and folding, and got to work some extra hours since Mom was helping me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb and Grammy cooking Noodles and Meatballs (Caleb's Favorite Food)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SQY84Hy60GI/AAAAAAAAAL0/j3wwjqqPZTg/s1600-h/PA130105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SQY84Hy60GI/AAAAAAAAAL0/j3wwjqqPZTg/s200/PA130105.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261960149491961954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb and Grammy making Halloween Pancakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SQY84vVbQjI/AAAAAAAAAL8/QglSuAD4pmA/s1600-h/PA140107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SQY84vVbQjI/AAAAAAAAAL8/QglSuAD4pmA/s200/PA140107.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261960160105677362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SQY84werAAI/AAAAAAAAAME/-x4PUsV1Jfo/s1600-h/PA140110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SQY84werAAI/AAAAAAAAAME/-x4PUsV1Jfo/s200/PA140110.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261960160412893186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb ready to eat his Ghost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SQY86txge7I/AAAAAAAAAMU/Y4os-BkOEIA/s1600-h/PA140114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SQY86txge7I/AAAAAAAAAMU/Y4os-BkOEIA/s200/PA140114.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261960194046327730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping she is coming again after baby is born. We like having her here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-3453391538150065680?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/3453391538150065680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=3453391538150065680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/3453391538150065680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/3453391538150065680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2008/10/grammys-visit.html' title='Grammy&apos;s Visit'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SQY84Hy60GI/AAAAAAAAAL0/j3wwjqqPZTg/s72-c/PA130105.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-516721361029031449</id><published>2008-10-27T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T15:23:59.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch!</title><content type='html'>We LOVE Lane Farms. Who would go anywhere else? They have hay rides, tons of animals, and great pumpkins that are affordable. They are so nice and Caleb just loves going there. We get our Christmas Tree there each year too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb and Daddy posing with the new baby Goat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SQY5eo2rqbI/AAAAAAAAALM/r91mOb4JCdg/s1600-h/PA110070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SQY5eo2rqbI/AAAAAAAAALM/r91mOb4JCdg/s200/PA110070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261956413154634162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb and Mommy on the Hay Ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SQY5fd857WI/AAAAAAAAALU/BfdtwKi4dk8/s1600-h/PA110072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SQY5fd857WI/AAAAAAAAALU/BfdtwKi4dk8/s200/PA110072.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261956427407813986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb's Friend the Scarecrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SQY5fxTnCaI/AAAAAAAAALc/YiGocbNiiBo/s1600-h/PA110078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SQY5fxTnCaI/AAAAAAAAALc/YiGocbNiiBo/s200/PA110078.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261956432603318690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SQY5iuRwAtI/AAAAAAAAALk/xVXY4ZVpqkc/s1600-h/PA110080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SQY5iuRwAtI/AAAAAAAAALk/xVXY4ZVpqkc/s200/PA110080.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261956483329819346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which Pumpkin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SQY5jfknxNI/AAAAAAAAALs/vxcxvPYzi6w/s1600-h/PA110083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SQY5jfknxNI/AAAAAAAAALs/vxcxvPYzi6w/s200/PA110083.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261956496562308306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a nice family outing on A Saturday afternoon/evening. Now we just need to carve them and roast the seeds. Maybe tonight?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-516721361029031449?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/516721361029031449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=516721361029031449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/516721361029031449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/516721361029031449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2008/10/pumpkin-patch.html' title='Pumpkin Patch!'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SQY5eo2rqbI/AAAAAAAAALM/r91mOb4JCdg/s72-c/PA110070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-4211004385200693570</id><published>2008-10-27T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T15:25:12.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In case I don't make it to Halloween...</title><content type='html'>Here is a preview of what is to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying on the Halloween Costume that didn't fit (Caleb REALLY wanted to be a Giraffe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SQY2BsJjeCI/AAAAAAAAAK8/byQ2sHAycrU/s1600-h/PA040045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SQY2BsJjeCI/AAAAAAAAAK8/byQ2sHAycrU/s200/PA040045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261952617288005666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying on the Halloween Costume that does fit (Caleb is excited to be a Zebra)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SQY2Cgyhs7I/AAAAAAAAALE/66-M6wJk20U/s1600-h/PA110069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SQY2Cgyhs7I/AAAAAAAAALE/66-M6wJk20U/s200/PA110069.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261952631418500018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had fun crawling around like a Zebra. If I go into labor before Halloween, the plan is that our friends Jill and Andy and their boys Stasi and Sasha (all also animals) will take him out for some Halloween fun! Otherwise, we will go to our church Harvest Festival-Slime Time as usual. Pics to follow. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-4211004385200693570?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/4211004385200693570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=4211004385200693570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/4211004385200693570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/4211004385200693570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-case-i-dont-make-it-to-halloween.html' title='In case I don&apos;t make it to Halloween...'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SQY2BsJjeCI/AAAAAAAAAK8/byQ2sHAycrU/s72-c/PA040045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-7888537039552172724</id><published>2008-10-27T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T15:27:26.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Day at the Pier</title><content type='html'>We have been trying to spend some good quality time together before new baby arrives (any day now we are hoping...) We were supposed to go out of town for a family vacation early October, but that did not work out. Instead, Christian took that Monday off work and we went to the Santa Barbara Pier and the Ty Warner Sea Center. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb and Daddy at the Sea Center&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SQY0lQOLiBI/AAAAAAAAAKU/aCiBoPAgrEk/s1600-h/PA060048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SQY0lQOLiBI/AAAAAAAAAKU/aCiBoPAgrEk/s200/PA060048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261951029243250706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb with his new Nemo fish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SQY0m7t3z8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/QBcmPu8jWPQ/s1600-h/PA060050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SQY0m7t3z8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/QBcmPu8jWPQ/s200/PA060050.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261951058098769858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look Mom, a Pelican!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SQY0nfyoRVI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kU3gwarvp-0/s1600-h/PA060053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SQY0nfyoRVI/AAAAAAAAAKk/kU3gwarvp-0/s200/PA060053.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261951067782399314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and Caleb (and obviously with baby on the way)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SQY0oARRgdI/AAAAAAAAAKs/C085VSMBCEA/s1600-h/PA060056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SQY0oARRgdI/AAAAAAAAAKs/C085VSMBCEA/s200/PA060056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261951076500865490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb and Daddy checking out the Crabs a local fisherman caught (before they threw them back in the water)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SQY0o6TLxyI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Ms3P8WXRhIw/s1600-h/PA060058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SQY0o6TLxyI/AAAAAAAAAK0/Ms3P8WXRhIw/s200/PA060058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261951092078135074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a wonderful day to hang out as a family and we all had a good time. It was really good for Caleb to get some Mommy and Daddy time. It was a push for me to be on my feet that long, but it was well worth it for the time we got to spend together as a family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-7888537039552172724?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/7888537039552172724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=7888537039552172724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/7888537039552172724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/7888537039552172724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2008/10/family-day-at-pier.html' title='Family Day at the Pier'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SQY0lQOLiBI/AAAAAAAAAKU/aCiBoPAgrEk/s72-c/PA060048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-1011483765031795663</id><published>2008-10-18T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T13:27:14.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Appt. Friday</title><content type='html'>I had my 37 week Dr. appt. yesterday and baby looks and sounds good. My iron is back up, so it must be the red meat! Or the gross, but really high iron tea my doula put me on... All to say, I am instructed to keep eating red meat and we don't forsee any more issues. My energy is up too, in fact I had an idea my iron was up again because I had some really good energy days last week. The only issue now is my veins and swelling from being on my feet too long. So we are just trying to get me to rest, even though I have energy-how hard is that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be 38 weeks on Tuesday. Praying for cold weather so my legs and veins don't swell and hurt so much (which is  a concern for when i go into labor). Thankful for everyone's help, and for my super cool doctor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for:&lt;br /&gt;Christian, as he is working really hard to get ahead at work, since he will take some time off when baby arrives, and he is doing a LOT more around home, since I need rest. Pray for energy for him, and for good health. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I do not have to share a room in the hospital for the labor, delivery, or postpartum (yes, that happens there) and that I get nurses who support natural childbirth. Pray my OB, Dr. Ramos, will be able to be there for my labor and baby's birth, as she is supportive of our hopes for labor and delivery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom for timing on when to go to the hospital. We want to go late in labor, but not too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I have an uncomplicated labor and delivery, that baby is healthy, and that I recover well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb as he will be cared for by others during labor and while we are at the hospital. Pray for his transition to being big brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I can leave the hospital as soon as possible and that we can have some wonderful time bonding as a family of four before Christian has to return to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That baby comes in God's perfect timing... and not 6 days late like Caleb was... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-1011483765031795663?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/1011483765031795663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=1011483765031795663' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/1011483765031795663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/1011483765031795663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2008/10/dr-appt-friday.html' title='Dr. Appt. Friday'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-3841763259262805082</id><published>2008-10-16T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T18:04:50.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>We have had some visits from family lately. Caleb LOVES family. Somehow, even though he doesn't see them as much as his friends, he gets that they are FAMILY and just loves the time he spends with them all, and never wants it to end. We, who also love family and have hoped to instill strong family values in our children, are thankful for this and highly encourage family time. We try to go see family once a month. We haven't been up to see them (both my family and Christian's are just an hour from each other) since September, and are already missing our monthly visits! So we are super glad that some have come here to see us. And of course, we get the wonderful benefit of having Nathan, Melody, and Lily here in town which is super cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma and Grandpa Schalesky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SPfSdgyVZ5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/UPs2LlVN0nE/s1600-h/P9200014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SPfSdgyVZ5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/UPs2LlVN0nE/s200/P9200014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257902494437435282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pappa/Grampy/Scar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SPfSdwQUy-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/8H8ejkLbyOs/s1600-h/P9270036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SPfSdwQUy-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/8H8ejkLbyOs/s200/P9270036.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257902498589756386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Nathan and Cousin Lily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SPfSeVjawDI/AAAAAAAAAJU/eE7EVNAUvwk/s1600-h/P9270037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SPfSeVjawDI/AAAAAAAAAJU/eE7EVNAUvwk/s200/P9270037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257902508601950258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Justin, Aunt Claudia, and Cousin John&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SPfSetCi7mI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Wi4KfLrcr4M/s1600-h/P9270038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SPfSetCi7mI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Wi4KfLrcr4M/s200/P9270038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257902514906525282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin John WALKING at 10 1/2 months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SPfkROqN9JI/AAAAAAAAAJs/R29Ti5B9oVQ/s1600-h/P9270039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SPfkROqN9JI/AAAAAAAAAJs/R29Ti5B9oVQ/s200/P9270039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257922074622424210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the first time Caleb and John really started "playing" together now that John can walk. They played in Caleb's room and Caleb was very excited about John walking. He is looking forward to their next hangout! Cousin Isabella on my side of the family is just starting to walk too, at 10 months, so we cannot wait to see her (hoping they come down when baby is born). And, it is looking like Lily, who is 8 months, may be walking soon too. She already will stand on her own for a few seconds before falling and is getting really good at cruising. So much fun to have cousins all around Caleb's age (with more one the way!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-3841763259262805082?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/3841763259262805082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=3841763259262805082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/3841763259262805082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/3841763259262805082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2008/10/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SPfSdgyVZ5I/AAAAAAAAAJE/UPs2LlVN0nE/s72-c/P9200014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-8713804249165798352</id><published>2008-10-16T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T16:37:25.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caleb and Kate</title><content type='html'>Caleb and his friend Kate have been hanging out a lot more lately. They are 4 1/2months apart and are expecting new babies 8 weeks apart, and Kate (and her parents) joined our Community Group back in May (I think it was). Anyway, they play really well together and have fun being silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing at the Zoo-B-Que&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SPfPcBkgVNI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bnT7GVMwIng/s1600-h/P9120464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SPfPcBkgVNI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bnT7GVMwIng/s200/P9120464.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257899170343179474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art at Kate's House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SPfPcW9ShgI/AAAAAAAAAIk/sP4VvRU-Clc/s1600-h/P9130001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SPfPcW9ShgI/AAAAAAAAAIk/sP4VvRU-Clc/s200/P9130001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257899176084276738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SPfPcqGkVDI/AAAAAAAAAIs/WeGcjPqJaeY/s1600-h/P9130003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SPfPcqGkVDI/AAAAAAAAAIs/WeGcjPqJaeY/s200/P9130003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257899181223466034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside Our New Ottomans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SPfPc5Izl5I/AAAAAAAAAI0/z8DQsfgqMv0/s1600-h/P9250017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SPfPc5Izl5I/AAAAAAAAAI0/z8DQsfgqMv0/s200/P9250017.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257899185259386770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SPfPde-1zZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/j5EMqA83NMM/s1600-h/P9250019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SPfPde-1zZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/j5EMqA83NMM/s200/P9250019.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257899195418135954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-8713804249165798352?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/8713804249165798352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=8713804249165798352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/8713804249165798352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/8713804249165798352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2008/10/caleb-and-kate.html' title='Caleb and Kate'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SPfPcBkgVNI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bnT7GVMwIng/s72-c/P9120464.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-2762804206122316609</id><published>2008-10-16T16:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T16:25:35.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Boys</title><content type='html'>So the obvious upside of me not being to do as much with Caleb, is that Daddy has been doing a lot more with Caleb, and they are having a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sporting their (Christian's) favorite teams at a friends B-day party at Rocky Nook Park in September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SPfK_Z8-P5I/AAAAAAAAAHs/krLttZdspxs/s1600-h/Caleb_Daddy1%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SPfK_Z8-P5I/AAAAAAAAAHs/krLttZdspxs/s200/Caleb_Daddy1%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257894280625536914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SPfK_oQN8mI/AAAAAAAAAH0/cswC9to4Wlo/s1600-h/Caleb_Daddy2%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SPfK_oQN8mI/AAAAAAAAAH0/cswC9to4Wlo/s200/Caleb_Daddy2%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257894284464353890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cooking us breakfast (as Christian does most Saturday mornings). September&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SPfLArYJd2I/AAAAAAAAAIE/Kx3JZru7xbw/s1600-h/P9200001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SPfLArYJd2I/AAAAAAAAAIE/Kx3JZru7xbw/s200/P9200001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257894302482790242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SPfLAj9nANI/AAAAAAAAAIM/KXqDdHKnVWQ/s1600-h/P9200002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SPfLAj9nANI/AAAAAAAAAIM/KXqDdHKnVWQ/s200/P9200002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257894300492431570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SPfMhDceh6I/AAAAAAAAAIU/j4072K_KztE/s1600-h/P9200003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SPfMhDceh6I/AAAAAAAAAIU/j4072K_KztE/s200/P9200003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257895958210840482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-2762804206122316609?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/2762804206122316609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=2762804206122316609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/2762804206122316609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/2762804206122316609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-boys.html' title='My Boys'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SPfK_Z8-P5I/AAAAAAAAAHs/krLttZdspxs/s72-c/Caleb_Daddy1%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-415033176842867075</id><published>2008-10-16T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T16:10:32.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caleb and Momma</title><content type='html'>So, this post will have pics! And the following ones too, as I have a lot to post. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't posted as frequently as I have wanted. I was discouraged after my last entry because I went to the Dr. the following Friday and my iron was back down again. Not too low, 11.9 actually, but it had dropped in one week from 13.1, so I was fearing another big drop (I go back tomorrow; and I have to eat red meat every day again). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This bummed me out because I was considering trying again for a homebirth, but with the drop we decided it is too unpredicatable (my body just won't absorb it (iron) or something...) and we better stick with the OB and hospital birth. Which REALLY bums me out because, although I love my OB, I am not loving the hospital birth idea. And I REALLY REALLY want Caleb to be there immediately after baby is born. I do not want to leave him, and I do not want him to miss the initial family bonding. Some of you may be thinking it is not a big deal, maybe your only birthing experience is in the hospital and it is all very normal for you (in fact, I may seem a little crazy to you that I prefer a homebirth), but to me it is a HUGE deal. My only birthing experience is at home, and it was wonderful and intimate, and (of course not perfect) and precious. Christian caught Caleb and handed him to me, and declared, "We have a Caleb." Which was his way of telling me it was a boy, as we chose not to find out beforehand. No one took my baby away for any procedure. I did not have to worry about transferring to a different room, etc. Yes, Caleb did have some respiratory issues, but we got to be there while he was stabilized vs. him being whisked off to the NICU without us. Then, once he was stabilized (and I cleaned up a bit!) the three of us curled up in our bed together and rested. It was so wonderful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not anticipating that sort of beauty in the hospital. I have been told of all kinds of procedures, time frames, transferring, interruptions, etc. -by the hospital itself- that I am not looking forward to dealing with, especially having the homebirth experience as my reference point. Maybe my iron will be way high again tomorrow and I will find a midwife good enough, and kind enough to take me under her care at 38 weeks pregnant... Crazier things have happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all this leads up to how I am having a hard time with the Caleb separation thing. Due to the ups and downs of my health, I finally had to surrender, and admit that I needed help caring for him. So quite a few of my amazing friends have taken care of him for a few hours in the mornings the last two weeks, and plan to continue for the next two weeks (I told you they are amazing). My mom came for a few days too (cooked, folded, cleaned, cared for Caleb-she was awesome). And the same friends, and my Community Group have been bringing meals to help out too (the whole pain while standing thing hinders cooking ability a bit). All so I could rest and get my strength up to deliver this baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, although I am so thankful, and learning a lot about how God cares for us by using people to care for us and learning other interesting things that have to do with surrending my control and my agenda (a big issue for me as many of you well know), I HATE not being the one parenting my child. And, not because of anything other than it is not me, I have noticed a change in my relationship with Caleb, a change I am not pleased about. He is having to adjust to a new baby coming, the changes in our home (as we get ready), my up and down health, and being cared for by someone different every day-as well as normal 2 year old stuff. And he has changed. We argue more, he is not as happy, he wakes at night to make sure who is here, he is napping less, more defiant, etc. Some of you are thinking, "Well that is all just normal for his age." But today, today I had a bit more energy, and I went with him for the playdate, and stayed. And you know what? He was better, I was better, and we have gotten along better today than we have in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am very much looking forward to new baby, and already love new baby very much, but I am also very much looking forward to getting better and being able to stand without being in a ton of pain, and playing with, and parenting my son, my Caleb, because I HATE how this has affected our relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I am thankful because Caleb, although more challenging, has also magically known when to be sweet. He was doing this whole "not kiss me!" thing, and when I had to start letting others care for him, he stopped. He now always comes home wanting hugs and kisses and has been cuddling more too. I don't know what I would do without that. I love my little boy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, here are some pics from Septemeber, that I just love, because I am with my sweet little boy, who I love so much, and wish I could be the mommy I was to him before this difficult pregnancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuddling in his toddler bed just before bedtime (no the bed did not break under my weight). :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SPfGS_DUxXI/AAAAAAAAAHE/mrW128jt9uQ/s1600-h/P9130005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SPfGS_DUxXI/AAAAAAAAAHE/mrW128jt9uQ/s200/P9130005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257889119443666290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SPfGTIJb68I/AAAAAAAAAHM/-nZfAmZJppg/s1600-h/P9130007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SPfGTIJb68I/AAAAAAAAAHM/-nZfAmZJppg/s200/P9130007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257889121885219778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SPfGTRJP02I/AAAAAAAAAHU/GVGB2Rp8bbE/s1600-h/P9130008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SPfGTRJP02I/AAAAAAAAAHU/GVGB2Rp8bbE/s200/P9130008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257889124300346210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing at Prayer and Praise at church (yes his hymn book is upside down-doesn't matter he knows most the words).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SPfGTs0CCLI/AAAAAAAAAHc/FJh9sFvaY8A/s1600-h/P9140009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SPfGTs0CCLI/AAAAAAAAAHc/FJh9sFvaY8A/s200/P9140009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257889131727554738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SPfGT7ctymI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Zsf4CkcPl1k/s1600-h/P9140010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SPfGT7ctymI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Zsf4CkcPl1k/s200/P9140010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257889135656290914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-415033176842867075?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/415033176842867075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=415033176842867075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/415033176842867075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/415033176842867075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2008/10/caleb-and-momma.html' title='Caleb and Momma'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SPfGS_DUxXI/AAAAAAAAAHE/mrW128jt9uQ/s72-c/P9130005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-6822037649635575658</id><published>2008-10-07T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T22:03:34.124-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling a Bit Better</title><content type='html'>My next post will have Caleb pictures! They are in the camera and I am too tired to go get it and download right now... maybe tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick update. My Dr. appt. Friday showed my iron is 13.1! Something worked, not sure which of the 100 things I was doing to get better worked, but something did (my OB says it was the red meat). Anyway, I am feeling more energy on the cooler days, and overall much better. My legs still hurt if I stand too long (more than 10 minutes!), but it is improving a little. Maybe it is the accupuncture?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am very thankful to have an improvement in health, and to not be facing the pressure of induction. Everything else is looking good, so as long as it gets cold (today was 90 something) I actually can play a bit with Caleb. Praying for cold weather!!!! Sorry for all of you who are enjoying the heatwave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-6822037649635575658?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/6822037649635575658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=6822037649635575658' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/6822037649635575658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/6822037649635575658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2008/10/feeling-bit-better.html' title='Feeling a Bit Better'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-6084422535687753883</id><published>2008-09-30T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T15:30:14.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Accupuncture and Crib Crying</title><content type='html'>So, I have been encouraged to go see an accupuncturist many times before. Back in 97 I was in a car accident that triggered fibromyalgia and I have dealt with pain since (although when I stopped working it lessened tremendously). Anyway, NOTHING has induced me to go see an accupuncturist (why willingly let someone put needles in your body?) ...until last night. I was desperate! So at the pleading of my doula and birth class instructor, both also good friends, I went to see an accupuncturist...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't bad! In fact, it was relaxing. Yes, 3 of the... I don't know 20? needles he put in did hurt, but the pain subsided into a really nice relaxation turned 20 minute nap on the accupuncturist's table. Afterwards, I was more calm and relaxed then I have been in a while. And today... I have energy! Not a ton, but I actually feel capable of getting out of bed. I am trying to take it easy (afraid of overdoing it), but am hopeful that this may be an improvement here to stay. AND, my legs don't hurt as badly today. He stuck needles right into the veins popping out of my skin, and the disgusting bruised masses of veins on the front of my right leg and back of my left knee. I have another treatment on Thursday, and one next week on Thursday to see if he can fix the anemia, sciatica, and varicose veins. As of today, I am thinking it may work... sure hoping so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It could also be that my iron is coming back up. It takes 10-14 days to rebuild iron and today is day 12 of doing everything I possibly can to get my iron level back up. I get it checked on Friday, so we will see...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime, I am having to send Caleb off to friends houses in the morning because I cannot care for him myself, short of sitting him in fromt of the TV (which only works for a little while anyway-he needs to run!). This realization came yesterday, when I planned to meet some friends at the park with Caleb, and after getting breakfast ready and getting us dressed I had to call Christian to come help me because I was hurting, couldn't breathe, and was exhausted... yes, it was only 9:30am. Since my husband actually has to work, we thought setting up some care for Caleb was probably necessary for the remainder of the pregnancy. So, thank you Mom, and all my awesome friends who are helping me out. Maybe the iron levels are coming up or the accupuncture is helping and it can end up being playdates. If not, thank you, thank you for playing with Caleb and caring for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crib Crying? Caleb actually cried because he was afraid I was going to put him in his crib at nap time today. I quickly reassured him that he could sleep in his big boy bed and he was at peace. I think the big boy bed is now a permanent place of sleep for him at bed time AND nap time. Woohoo! He is very proud of this accomplishment and we are too! Baby has a crib to sleep in which will also be good. That all went much smoother then I imagined. Now if the potty training could just move along a little faster... as in before this baby is born!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-6084422535687753883?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/6084422535687753883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=6084422535687753883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/6084422535687753883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/6084422535687753883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2008/09/accupuncture-and-crib-crying.html' title='Accupuncture and Crib Crying'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-362749258062969462</id><published>2008-09-24T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T20:57:56.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby's Name is...</title><content type='html'>Head Schalesky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week we were driving and we were talking about last names. Caleb has two friends named Anna, so we were discussing the difference between Anna Hinck and Anna Gray. I said something like, "and you are Caleb Schalesky." We have talked of our last name before, so he got it. Then Caleb said (while pointing), "And that's Daddy Schalesky and Mommy Schalesky, and Caleb Schalesky, and Head Schalesky (pointing to my belly)." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Head Schalesky?" Christian and I both repeat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes," says Caleb. "Baby's name is Head Schalesky."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it... Head Schalesky. Glad we don't have to deliberate on what to name this baby anymore. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-362749258062969462?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/362749258062969462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=362749258062969462' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/362749258062969462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/362749258062969462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2008/09/babys-name-is.html' title='Baby&apos;s Name is...'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-4108701607602184358</id><published>2008-09-24T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T20:51:47.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bible and Prayer</title><content type='html'>Tonight Christian read the story about Joseph and his brothers from Genesis. Afterwards, I pointed out to Caleb that even though Joseph's brothers made a bad choice and were mean to Joseph, Joseph forgave them and loved them. "That is grace," I said. "Just like when Daddy, or Caleb, or Mommy makes a bad choice and we say sorry, Jesus says he forgives us and loves us and he gives Daddy grace, Caleb grace, and Mommy grace." Then, Caleb crawled into his big boy bed and we said our prayers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At out Community Group tonight, we read about the hope and power we have for life in Jesus, so I prayed that Caleb would know how much Jesus loves him and the hope he has in Jesus and the power Jesus gives him. Then, I felt led to pray for Caleb's friends in our group and prayed that Drew, Ellie, Sara, Noah, Matthew, Ethan, Carrie, Sean, Anna, Kate, Lily, and Caleb would know how much Jesus loves them and the hope they have in Jesus and the power they have in Jesus, and Caleb said, "And Mommy and Daddy, and the babies too." Meaning MaryJoyce's baby in her belly and ours in mine. How amazing is it that he added us into that prayer too? Every time he talks of Jesus, or his faith, or prays I am in awe of the amount of spiritual understanding he has. God truly does love the little children, and Jesus meant it when he spoke of us (adults) needing to have the faith of children. Pretty amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, it was Caleb's turn to pray. This is what he prayed, "Dear Jesus, thank you for my grace, and my friends, and my watch Charlotte's Web and the horse in it, and the cow in it, and the pig in it, and the mouse in it, and the mouse bit the pig's tail- that's a bad choice. Jesus, thank you for making the pig feel better. Amen."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had just talked about grace and he thanked Jesus for gicing him grace... wow. That was pretty awesome to witness. It took all I had to not laugh out loud when he prayed about Charlotte's Web (which he watched after nap today). TV definitely makes a STRONG impression on him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-4108701607602184358?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/4108701607602184358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=4108701607602184358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/4108701607602184358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/4108701607602184358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2008/09/bible-and-prayer.html' title='Bible and Prayer'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-6812523470106094191</id><published>2008-09-18T15:21:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T21:17:01.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toddler Talk</title><content type='html'>The other day, I was asking Christian to make me my chlorophyll water (for iron reasons) and Caleb says, "Dad, you not get Mommy's water. I get it for her. You stay right there Dad, I will be right back." We explained to him the chlorophyll water stains, and adults need to do it, and he said, "Not get up Dad. Sit there Mom, I get you some regular water. Caleb do it." Off he went to get a cup and he poured some water from his water bottle (mmm toddler back wash, so good!) and gave me my water. Pretty sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I am in the car talking to Christian and Caleb says, "Mom, not talk to Dad, I talking to you. I telling you something. Not talk right now." Too funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I am asleep in bed, and I hear some clinking in the kitchen. Christian has already left for the day, and I am too tired to get up. So I call out, "Caleb?" Next thing I know, my sweet son comes walking into my room with a pan, a wooden spoon and a whisk, "Mom, breakfast for you, time to wake up." Now how do you refuse that? So I ate some eggs, or so I was told, and then closed my eyes again. Caleb crawled into bed with me and cuddled while I half slept for a little longer. It was very sweet. Then, I feel him scoot down to my belly and start whispering, "Hi baby, it's Caleb. I love you baby," and he kissed my belly. What a sweet big brother!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, tonight, we were driving to grab some dinner and Caleb started talking about the "Sycamore trees". This is the first time I have ever heard him say "Sycamore", and there was a whole story that went with it, but I was stuck on the Sycamore tree part. I asked him where he learned about Sycamore trees, as I only refer to trees in general. Then, Christian realized it was from the song his grandma sings about Zacchaeus in the Sycamore tree and Jesus calling him out. Pretty interesting that he took that reference and then used it in a story of his own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-6812523470106094191?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/6812523470106094191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=6812523470106094191' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/6812523470106094191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/6812523470106094191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2008/09/toddler-talk.html' title='Toddler Talk'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-4128997963940419340</id><published>2008-09-18T15:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T21:01:22.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr. Caleb</title><content type='html'>Today I had my 34 week OB appt. and Christian and Caleb got to come with me. Caleb heard baby's heartbeat for the first time and was in awe. It was nice for Christian to meet my Dr. too. We like her a lot, Dr. Ramos, she is great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SNMhqW5ZFoI/AAAAAAAAAGk/JCnp7h32VLk/s1600-h/P9180004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SNMhqW5ZFoI/AAAAAAAAAGk/JCnp7h32VLk/s200/P9180004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247575002401281666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SNMhqrKX-NI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fzVW5f74LOA/s1600-h/P9180008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SNMhqrKX-NI/AAAAAAAAAGs/fzVW5f74LOA/s200/P9180008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247575007841220818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb decided he was going to check me and baby out too. He also really liked watching the nurse take my blood pressure and check my iron. Maybe we have a future Dr. among us? He was fascinated by the whole trip. However, he needed some "mommy" time after. I have noticed the more we talk about baby, or do things for/about baby he seems to need "mommy" time. It will be interesting to see how we all work this out when baby arrives! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a pregnancy update... my iron is low again. That explains why it has been so hard to function the last week, and especially today and yesterday. Pretty discouraging as two weeks ago it had come up from under 10 to 11.2. Ideally they want me to be a high 11 during pregnancy (good/normal is 12-16 for women). Today it was 10.5, Not sure how it got down so low as I am still taking 15+ pills a day, etc. So the Dr. ordered me to eat red meat every day, rest more, and not to overdo it. My varicose veins are pretty bad now too, even with the sexy (not) compression tights I have been wearing since my last appt. So I am suppose to lay on my side for an hour, every two hours. With a toddler? Hah! And swim every day, which is a little more practical. All to say, I guess I need to take it easy for the rest of my pregnancy, not sure how to do that, but I guess I have to figure it out...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-4128997963940419340?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/4128997963940419340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=4128997963940419340' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/4128997963940419340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/4128997963940419340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2008/09/dr-caleb.html' title='Dr. Caleb'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SNMhqW5ZFoI/AAAAAAAAAGk/JCnp7h32VLk/s72-c/P9180004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-3328061169601115639</id><published>2008-09-18T15:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T15:37:21.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Solution!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SNLXwd-Tk-I/AAAAAAAAAGc/uqvDQWEL27Y/s1600-h/P9170038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SNLXwd-Tk-I/AAAAAAAAAGc/uqvDQWEL27Y/s200/P9170038.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247493743519699938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bumpers are for more than just cribs! I am pleased to say he did not fall out of bed last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess we need to get a new bedding set for Baby#2 though...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-3328061169601115639?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/3328061169601115639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=3328061169601115639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/3328061169601115639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/3328061169601115639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2008/09/solution.html' title='Solution!'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SNLXwd-Tk-I/AAAAAAAAAGc/uqvDQWEL27Y/s72-c/P9170038.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-2911878070273581364</id><published>2008-09-18T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T15:34:19.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caleb and Anna</title><content type='html'>On Mondays, we hang out with Anna. This past Monday was the first time we have ever hung out together without one of her parents, and it went really well! Caleb really likes Anna, although he is convinced she is "Baby Anna" even though she is only 1/2 a year younger than he is. His goal is to make her laugh, and he did a pretty good job, but it was mostly in the car and, well, that is not the best time to be taking pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here are some non laughing pics at Kids World and Alice Keck park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SNLWm0cIT_I/AAAAAAAAAGM/U_nrL4yAoyU/s1600-h/P9150015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SNLWm0cIT_I/AAAAAAAAAGM/U_nrL4yAoyU/s200/P9150015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247492478240051186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SNLWnLKz6FI/AAAAAAAAAGU/p_eH-LM-i-0/s1600-h/P9150021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SNLWnLKz6FI/AAAAAAAAAGU/p_eH-LM-i-0/s200/P9150021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247492484341426258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-2911878070273581364?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/2911878070273581364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=2911878070273581364' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/2911878070273581364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/2911878070273581364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2008/09/caleb-and-anna.html' title='Caleb and Anna'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SNLWm0cIT_I/AAAAAAAAAGM/U_nrL4yAoyU/s72-c/P9150015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-8259120854759379607</id><published>2008-09-16T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T22:33:54.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning to Share</title><content type='html'>Saturday Caleb was out a friends house, and for the first time since he turned two, I noticed he did not start shouting when another child started to take away the toy he was using. In fact, he was nice and either gave it to the child, or offered a trade. Apparently, he was really great in the nursery at church this past Sunday too (not one shout they said), and today, Monday, we had another playdate and he used his words or asked me for help if another child was taking the toy he was using. Wow! They actually do listen to what we are saying and it actually does sink in after awhile... Who would have guessed a few months ago? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in time for Baby #2 if you ask me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Baby # 2... can two pregnancies be any more radically different? With Caleb, I exercised every day, felt great, ate whatever I wanted (while striving for healthy) and had no, I repeat no issues. Sure I vomitted a few times, but nothing too noteworthy, and yeah, I was tired in the first trimester, and a little emotional throughout, but nothing significant. I LOVED being pregnant with Caleb, and did not understand why other people complained about pregnancy. And then...February came around, and before I could even pee on a stick I was fainting, exhausted, and nauseated. When I finally did get a positive test, the symptoms just got worse (infections, hypoglycemia, anemia, varicose veins, sciatica, etc.). Now don't get me wrong, I am thankful that I am okay and baby is okay, but I just have to marvel at how different these pregnancies are. Some say it is because I am having a girl this time (which no one but the docs know for sure) others just say pregnancy can vary. Hmm... I guess we will know soon. The due date is 11/4, but I am hoping for a little earlier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-8259120854759379607?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/8259120854759379607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=8259120854759379607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/8259120854759379607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/8259120854759379607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2008/09/learning-to-share.html' title='Learning to Share'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-5093950242591899429</id><published>2008-09-14T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T22:36:43.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stasi and Sasha</title><content type='html'>Caleb has two new best friends! We have been praying for our good friends, Andy and Jill, for a few years now. They had been in the process of adopting two children from Russia. Back in December, they received their referral for two boys. They went on their first trip to Russia in January to meet the boys, and then had the excruciating 6 month wait until late July to go back to Russia to bring the boys home. They arrived in the US with their sons, Stasi(3)and Sasha(2)on August 13th and we just can't get enough of them! Caleb made instant friends with them and we look forward to our Wednesday playdate every week. Here is some of the fun we have had:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Playdate at Tucker's Grove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SM3xJlnvi8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/lxeN6Ralxgg/s1600-h/P8190319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SM3xJlnvi8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/lxeN6Ralxgg/s200/P8190319.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246114287976418242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkeying around in trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SM3xJ-2tBaI/AAAAAAAAAEE/MuGd78dPM9A/s1600-h/Caleb+and+Stasi+8-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SM3xJ-2tBaI/AAAAAAAAAEE/MuGd78dPM9A/s200/Caleb+and+Stasi+8-08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246114294750053794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playdate at the Zoo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SM3xKLsmGUI/AAAAAAAAAEM/uBETe1qF_9g/s1600-h/P9100454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SM3xKLsmGUI/AAAAAAAAAEM/uBETe1qF_9g/s200/P9100454.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246114298197317954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SM3xKWPoKTI/AAAAAAAAAEU/pYP4MRqYFUM/s1600-h/P9100460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SM3xKWPoKTI/AAAAAAAAAEU/pYP4MRqYFUM/s200/P9100460.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246114301028608306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SM3xKjiABrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/PhXVkVlaolM/s1600-h/P9100456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SM3xKjiABrI/AAAAAAAAAEc/PhXVkVlaolM/s200/P9100456.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246114304595330738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-5093950242591899429?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/5093950242591899429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=5093950242591899429' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/5093950242591899429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/5093950242591899429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2008/09/stasi-and-sasha.html' title='Stasi and Sasha'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SM3xJlnvi8I/AAAAAAAAAD8/lxeN6Ralxgg/s72-c/P8190319.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-8382537331212525415</id><published>2008-09-14T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T21:54:25.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oops</title><content type='html'>So Caleb is in his big boy bed. Every night I check on him before I go to bed, and three nights in the row, he was on the floor. Although, last night he was not. It is so sad, but weird and funny too. I am literally in the next room working before I go to bed, you think I would hear him fall out. And there is a railing 1/4 of the way across the bed. He would have to scoot down and then roll off. Maybe he is crawling out? Anyway, Christian comes in and puts him back in bed, then he seems to be fine for the rest of the night. Poor little guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it weird, that I kind of want him to do it again so I can talke a picture to post for you all?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-8382537331212525415?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/8382537331212525415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=8382537331212525415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/8382537331212525415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/8382537331212525415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2008/09/oops.html' title='Oops'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-1969204800804393227</id><published>2008-09-08T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T23:01:34.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Boy Bed</title><content type='html'>Caleb slept in his big boy bed for the first time Friday night, all night!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SM31vhaAZYI/AAAAAAAAAEk/k9qY_jm1IKk/s1600-h/P9050435.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SM31vhaAZYI/AAAAAAAAAEk/k9qY_jm1IKk/s200/P9050435.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246119337726600578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SM31v6OXwGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/d2riprM-z9Q/s1600-h/P9050436.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SM31v6OXwGI/AAAAAAAAAEs/d2riprM-z9Q/s200/P9050436.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246119344388685922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gave him a little cow as a reward. He is quite pleased with the new bed, and the cow. What a big boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SM31wJjiamI/AAAAAAAAAE0/yHMgJl-hMdA/s1600-h/P9060437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SM31wJjiamI/AAAAAAAAAE0/yHMgJl-hMdA/s200/P9060437.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246119348503997026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SM31wbsa6YI/AAAAAAAAAE8/9DBm6kzP_1g/s1600-h/P9060438.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SM31wbsa6YI/AAAAAAAAAE8/9DBm6kzP_1g/s200/P9060438.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246119353373092226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SM31woLCLiI/AAAAAAAAAFE/-OOZcphWFPc/s1600-h/P9060439.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SM31woLCLiI/AAAAAAAAAFE/-OOZcphWFPc/s200/P9060439.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246119356722720290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night he started in big boy bed, but at 1:30am decided the crib was a better idea. Sunday he tried to take a nap in his new bed, but then wasn't falling asleep so ended up in the crib. Sunday night he slept all night in his new bed again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SM35dTY1TGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/pwRgJpRxc0s/s1600-h/P9070442.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SM35dTY1TGI/AAAAAAAAAFM/pwRgJpRxc0s/s200/P9070442.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246123422772448354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today he took a normal nap in his big boy bed, and he is currently sleeping in it now. Woohoo! Perhaps the crib will be available for baby #2 after all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if we can just get potty training to go this quickly. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-1969204800804393227?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/1969204800804393227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=1969204800804393227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/1969204800804393227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/1969204800804393227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2008/09/big-boy-bed.html' title='Big Boy Bed'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SM31vhaAZYI/AAAAAAAAAEk/k9qY_jm1IKk/s72-c/P9050435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-9031383246751531284</id><published>2008-09-06T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T22:36:14.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sound of Silence</title><content type='html'>The 7 month silence sounds like: Caleb turning two, Christian assuming a lot more work, more ministry for both of us due to the work Christian assumed (which is a good thing, yet busy thing), me discovering I am pregnant and: anemic, hypoglycemic, with bad sciatica, varicose veins, throw in a staff infection and an 8 week unnamed infection, as well as the normal pregnancy issues of sleepless nights and exhaustion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I have been inspired to start blogging again as it truly is a great way to capture the memorable moments in Caleb's life. And I know I am not going to remember much of this time I am pregnant, as I have been so sick and tired, so I want to write it all down before it leaves my mind forever because Caleb is doing some cute and amazing things. Already kicking myself for the time I have allowed to pass (although physically I don't know I could have kept up with blogging if I tried!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, pictures to come soon, and I hope to back blog (is that a real term?) at least one entry a month for the months I missed. For now though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 32 weeks pregnant and Caleb is going to be 2 1/2 on September 28th. Wow, time flies. Last night he slept in his toddler bed for the first time. Although he had a few needs as he was going to sleep (change PJ's, need water, need to go potty) he did fall asleep at a reasonable time, happily, and slept straight for 11 hours! I had to take a picture. You will see how cute he is sleeping in his big boy bed soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of potty, he is well on his way to being potty trained. He does well going pee pee on the potty and his pull ups are often dry these days. He is going poo poo on the potty most days of the week. That is a tremendous joy to Christian and I as 2 year old poo poo is not our favorite parenting moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb loved VBS in June and on the day they explained the gospel, he seemed to get it! Now he had a love for Jesus and the Bible before that, and mostly by just being exposed to whatever Christian and I were doing, as we have been intentional to raise him up in the Lord, but not to press upon him the need to accept Jesus. He told us that Jesus died on the cross for us, and since then has told us that Jesus is in his heart. Soooo cute!Here he is working on a craft and standing up front during worship with all the kids. The cute girl next to him is Anna, one of his good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SM38hNXuyEI/AAAAAAAAAFU/t23JsyDv7jk/s1600-h/P6240130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SM38hNXuyEI/AAAAAAAAAFU/t23JsyDv7jk/s200/P6240130.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246126788411574338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SM38hsg4-2I/AAAAAAAAAFk/Pd01HM9ervQ/s1600-h/P6270142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SM38hsg4-2I/AAAAAAAAAFk/Pd01HM9ervQ/s200/P6270142.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246126796771490658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SM38h6UULwI/AAAAAAAAAFs/4z-zzHl35F0/s1600-h/P6270143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SM38h6UULwI/AAAAAAAAAFs/4z-zzHl35F0/s200/P6270143.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246126800476843778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves playdates with friends, the Zoo, the beach, sports with Daddy (and sometimes mommy too), swim lessons, all of his cousins, grandparents, aunties and uncles, all animals, tractors, music and singing. Most mornings and after naps he sings to himself for awhile before he calls me in to get him. I love to hear him sing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is also becoming quite independent and experimenting with that which is sometimes fun and sometimes not so fun, but I am learning how to work with it (Love and Logic baby).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb, I am so proud of you! You are growing up so quickly. I sometimes wish I could keep you my little baby boy, but then I see your growth, your joy in growing into a "big boy" and am excited for all your adventures and accomplishments. Truly, you are a sweet boy, my precious son, and I am so thankful for you. Today, you had a hard time being without me, you haven't done that in awhile. I can't help thinking it was because you had so many big boy moments this morning (first night in big boy bed, pee pee and poo poo by yourself on the potty, putting on your shirt and shoes all by yourself), that you needed me to reassure yourself that I am still here for you. I loved holding you and reassuring you how much I love you and am proud of you. It does not matter how "big" you are, you are always my son, I am always here for you, and I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight as we were reading our Bible story (kids version), you were very troubled that the soldiers were mean to Jesus and that they hit him. Daddy and I talked to you about how Jesus has the power (VBS) and that the soldiers couldn't hurt him unless Jesus allowed them too because Jesus had a plan, and that Jesus wins in the end. We told you that Jesus is strong, stronger than those soldiers (and you said "Strong like Daddy?"). You were a little reassured, but you continued to talk about how you did not want the soldiers to hit Jesus. We prayed about it together, but you were still troubled. We were able to distract you before you went to sleep in the hope you would sleep with peace, but I had to tell you then and remember now that you are having a similar response to that story that I had. Grammy tells me that she told me about Jesus dying when I was three and that I cried and was very troubled by the idea. I know that Jesus is so central to my world and I love him so, that recognizing the similarity in our stories gives me great hope that you too will have a love for Jesus that carries you through all the trials and joys in life, and I pray that for you every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence is over... there are just too many things to capture from your life to not note them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-9031383246751531284?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/9031383246751531284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=9031383246751531284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/9031383246751531284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/9031383246751531284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2008/09/sound-of-silence.html' title='Sound of Silence'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/SM38hNXuyEI/AAAAAAAAAFU/t23JsyDv7jk/s72-c/P6240130.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-3483613944656546706</id><published>2008-03-25T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T20:53:01.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I haven't been blogging...</title><content type='html'>I am tired and nauseated. Yep, sick and tired. But the last three days I have been feeling better, so maybe I will get back on track and blog about recent adventures with Caleb. We have been trying to get him to say, "I am going to be a big brother. Mommy has a baby in her belly; due in November." And although we can get him to say it when the camera isn't rolling, he won't say it for the camera, and I am too tired to think of another creative way to share the news. Caleb is very excited though, and hugs and kisses "his baby" in my belly every day. Tells the baby about the jungle, and animals, and anything else he can think of. Pretty cute. Today he was telling baby that his birthday is Friday and his cousins are coming to see him turn two. This baby will definitely recognize Caleb's voice when he/she is born.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-3483613944656546706?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/3483613944656546706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=3483613944656546706' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/3483613944656546706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/3483613944656546706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2008/03/why-i-havent-been-blogging.html' title='Why I haven&apos;t been blogging...'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-4048336185810052221</id><published>2008-03-03T21:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T21:27:47.758-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='No'/><title type='text'>No!</title><content type='html'>Oh, do I hate that word right now! Yes, I know it has value, and can be important, but Caleb is going through a bit of a defiant phase, and it doesn't help that I am extra tired these days. Luckily, he is incredibly social, so when he shouts "No!" at me I just start ignoring him and he shortly after says "Sorry, Mama, for shouting you." And then, of course I forgive him because he is so cute when he says he is sorry. Really though, when does this stop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any creative ideas on gettting rid of the No Monster? Christian and I realized yesterday that we need to not say it as much ourselves, and think of more positive ways of saying what we do not want him to do, which seems to help. Any other ideas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do realize he will be two in less than a month and it is par for the course, but I do not play golf well, so something needs to give. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-4048336185810052221?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/4048336185810052221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=4048336185810052221' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/4048336185810052221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/4048336185810052221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2008/03/no.html' title='No!'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-5982399968110303859</id><published>2008-02-23T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T16:51:19.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gentle, like a delicate flower...</title><content type='html'>We love cousins! Caleb just became a cousin times two! In addition to his awesome Schalesky cousins, Bethany-8, Bria-2, Jayna 2, Joelle-4, and Caleb at Christmas, &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170333477670463218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R8C254LbpvI/AAAAAAAAADM/j6gZ8vFfyyw/s200/PC270072.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and John Allen Schalesky born October 25th,&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170333494850332434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R8C264LbpxI/AAAAAAAAADc/bivQJe9W5yY/s200/100_4381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170333486260397826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R8C26YLbpwI/AAAAAAAAADU/3pz2I0mJOLE/s200/100_4379.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Caleb's first cousin on the Burdick side of the family, my maiden name, born December 26th. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170333473375495906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R8C25oLbpuI/AAAAAAAAADE/7JgnFVfPJb4/s200/PC270032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Isabella Claire Brudny (my sister's first child) is so sweet, and Caleb loves to hug her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170341792727148338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R8C-d4LbpzI/AAAAAAAAADs/j-VScBcURSE/s200/Isabella+Dec+07-Feb08+100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows how to touch her "gentle, like a delicate flower" now after our trip up to see her in February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170341784137213730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R8C-dYLbpyI/AAAAAAAAADk/rUnQpc9aeIo/s200/Isabella+Dec+07-Feb08+054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I can't wait to see her again next week! Caleb is excited too. He loves cousins. Talks about them all the time, sings about them, and prays for them too. At night we say our prayers, and he prays for each of the cousins by name. Cutest thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, the newest addition to the Schalesky family has arrived, truly a delicate flower...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170341801317082946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R8C-eYLbp0I/AAAAAAAAAD0/obTSyO8sEtY/s200/P2150127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Lily Grace Schalesky was born on February 15th. Caleb totally understand "Uncle Nathan Dadda now" and understands "new baby cousin" what he is having a little trouble understanding that he has to share Uncle Nathan with Lily. You know how a lot of first children have a hard time with mama holding a baby? Well, Caleb could care less if I hold Lily, but he is quite disturbed when Uncle Nathan holds Lily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170333460490594002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R8C244LbptI/AAAAAAAAAC8/Fk1ZwsF75OU/s200/P2150128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Thankfully, it hasn't effected his love for Lily and he adores her. You can see why, isn't she sweet? Thinking it is good practice for him for the future... Children are truly a gift and a special blessing from the Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-5982399968110303859?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/5982399968110303859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=5982399968110303859' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/5982399968110303859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/5982399968110303859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2008/02/gentle-like-delicate-flower.html' title='Gentle, like a delicate flower...'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R8C254LbpvI/AAAAAAAAADM/j6gZ8vFfyyw/s72-c/PC270072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-4204247517999477169</id><published>2008-02-09T21:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T15:50:13.375-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Raffi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zoo'/><title type='text'>Mama's Taking Us To The Zoo Tomorrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.raffinews.com/store/childrens_music/singable_songs"&gt;Zoo tomorrow, zoo tomorrow, we can stay all day.&lt;/a&gt; We sing this song by &lt;a href="http://www.raffinews.com/"&gt;Raffi&lt;/a&gt; on the way to the Zoo each week (and just about anytime we drive anywhere). It is just the prelude to the excitement that awaits Caleb at the &lt;a href="http://www.santabarbarazoo.org/"&gt;Santa Barbara Zoo&lt;/a&gt;. This trip we got to see the Amur Leopards in action (although they are resting in these pictures). &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170326343729784450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R8CwaoLbpoI/AAAAAAAAACU/J7HyFM6ilSQ/s200/P1210068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;They had just been wrestling with each other. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170326352319719058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R8CwbILbppI/AAAAAAAAACc/3Y3D4ZZmxtw/s200/P1210071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The Lemurs climbed overhead to check us out. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170326360909653666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R8CwboLbpqI/AAAAAAAAACk/J7bZ1PNhN9w/s200/P1210073.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We always visit the "ma-a's" and the "ba-a's". &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170326369499588274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R8CwcILbprI/AAAAAAAAACs/p-74M6ohRG0/s200/P1210078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The African Cat was out! And we discovered there are two of them. We learned the trick to seeing them (because most people never do). The trick is to go to the Zoo just before closing time. Apparently, this is when the cats are up and about, and they ran around in circles for us for quite awhile. They were really friendly and cute.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170326382384490178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R8Cwc4LbpsI/AAAAAAAAAC0/IGS1sjFFqK0/s200/P1210084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This trip was back on January 21st. Christian was driving friends to LAX, and we were looking to do something after Caleb's nap. A quick trip to the Zoo did the trick, and then we crashed Caleb's friend Drew's Birthday dinner with his family. It was a great night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-4204247517999477169?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/4204247517999477169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=4204247517999477169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/4204247517999477169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/4204247517999477169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2008/02/mamas-taking-us-to-zoo-tomorrow.html' title='Mama&apos;s Taking Us To The Zoo Tomorrow'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R8CwaoLbpoI/AAAAAAAAACU/J7HyFM6ilSQ/s72-c/P1210068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-8541700829554945838</id><published>2008-02-05T22:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T16:38:22.976-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby Talk'/><title type='text'>Me, You, My Genius</title><content type='html'>"Mamma rock you," is what Caleb says before he goes to bed at night. I rock him partly to sleep in the glider before placing him in the crib for the night. Well, for a couple weeks he has been saying this, and although grammatically incorrect, it is really cute. The night before Christian left for Chicago, Caleb said, "No, Dadda rock you, Dadda rock you," meaning he wanted Daddy to rock him, not Mommy. He does not mean to have Daddy rock me, Mommy. It is just his cute way of communicating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this morning Caleb said, "Momma read to me; I sit with you." What? Did he just demonstrate proper understanding and usage of "me" and "you"? After just a couple weeks of using "you", he now understands proper usage of the word! And, did you notice the fact that he is speaking in complete sentences? Yea, he has been doing that all week, last week too. What is happening? My baby has grown into a toddler, and my toddler is turning into a little boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a little sad that it is going so fast, because I admit, I think the baby talk is reallty cute. Unfortunately, I have not been pulling out the video camera frequently, or ever, to capture this cute baby talk either, and it is rapidly disappearing. I better video some talk tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164772375400032674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R6z1HH14KaI/AAAAAAAAABU/51jCTtpJJrY/s200/P1280156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Oh, and while Christian was in Chicago all week, we would talk to him on speaker phone in the morning. I usually say, "Bye Honey" when getting off the phone, I guess, because when I told Caleb to say, "Bye Bye Dadda", like he usually does, he said, "Bye Honey". Really, it was absolutely hilarious. He has done it a few times since then too. Pretty funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-8541700829554945838?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/8541700829554945838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=8541700829554945838' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/8541700829554945838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/8541700829554945838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2008/02/me-you-my-genius.html' title='Me, You, My Genius'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R6z1HH14KaI/AAAAAAAAABU/51jCTtpJJrY/s72-c/P1280156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-5382920491061748066</id><published>2008-02-05T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T16:49:37.563-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Super Heroes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Superman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spiderman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Batman'/><title type='text'>Spidey</title><content type='html'>We have entered the world of Super Heroes. I have committed the &lt;a href="http://friends.cgnet.com/hhhh/misc/spidermansong.html"&gt;original Spiderman theme song&lt;/a&gt; to memory and we regularly &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4o29VoxtsFk"&gt;watch the intro&lt;/a&gt; after breakfast now (check it out, it is pretty cool). Caleb runs around in his Halloween costume (Batman) on a regular basis now, &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164773994602703282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R6z2lX14KbI/AAAAAAAAABc/EF27cPkUQ3Y/s200/P1260139.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and we fly like Superman through the house. Christian shamelessly promotes this behavior,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164774518588713410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R6z3D314KcI/AAAAAAAAABk/3sFnDcvA2II/s200/P1260134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;although I must say, it primarily developed and flourished while he was away in Chicago last week. Not sure what triggered the intense fascination, but Caleb wants to be a Super Hero. And yes, I did sing him to sleep for his nap today singing Spiderman. Part of me is sad that he doesn't request Hark the Herald Angel, or Gloria, or one of my favorites the Aunty Melody Silly Cat song anymore. However, this new super hero obsession isn't all bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164775802783934930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R6z4On14KdI/AAAAAAAAABs/Y3NQ3d1opSo/s200/P2050214.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I have to admit, especially with Spiderman, I love that he looks up to a guy who has a unique characteristic that he ends up using for the good of all mankind. Spiderman sacrifices his own needs and desires to help others. He is a good guy. Yes, he makes mistakes, but don't we all? Spiderman perseveres through hardships (parents aren't alive, best friend tries to kill him, etc.) and gets back up after being knocked down. Who can fault a kid who looks up to someone like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, I am updating Adventures with Caleb with all relevant Super Hero information we come across. One, for my own convenience in finding Caleb's favorite songs, cartoons, coloring pages, etc., and two, for any of you who want to see some cool Super Hero sites that are toddler appropriate (at least in my opinion). Please comment with any sites you find too (if toddler appropriate). Have fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-5382920491061748066?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/5382920491061748066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=5382920491061748066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/5382920491061748066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/5382920491061748066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2008/02/spidey.html' title='Spidey'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R6z2lX14KbI/AAAAAAAAABc/EF27cPkUQ3Y/s72-c/P1260139.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-6602577804957509824</id><published>2008-01-27T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T22:37:45.431-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tired'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>This is not like me</title><content type='html'>Caleb is asleep, and I am tired, very tired. But I cannot go to bed. Why? Because the dishes aren't done, and the folding isn't done, and the finances aren't done, and all the other details are not done. But I cannot do them, because I am so tired. Christian is in Chicago and when he is here we do these things together, well we divide and conquor, but together. But he is gone till 2am Friday, he left at 7am today (well for church and from there to the airport). I bet he is tired too. We had a very long meeting yesterday and went to bed late last night, and he found out at 7:45 am that he needed to preach at 10am, today. I have had Caleb all day, and church, and a meeting, and responsibilities, and errands, and groceries, and there is so much more to do. But I want to go to bed, but I can't because the dishes aren't done and there is a mound of folding sitting on my bed, and a pile of papers sitting on my table. So I am blogging...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-6602577804957509824?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/6602577804957509824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=6602577804957509824' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/6602577804957509824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/6602577804957509824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-not-like-me.html' title='This is not like me'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-2414018885006564848</id><published>2008-01-22T21:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T21:10:10.026-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solvang'/><title type='text'>Tuesdays with the Piersmas</title><content type='html'>My friend Janel just had her second daughter. We, Caleb and I, are driving to Solvang on Tuesdays to help Janel adjust to life with two, and to hang out with our dear friends, Janel, her eldest daughter Ella, and her newest daughter, Lucie. Caleb and Ella love to hang out. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165211849429067330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R66Ez4LbpkI/AAAAAAAAAB0/VtTnYL9QEkw/s200/P1120008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Janel, makes being the mom of a 3 year old and a newborn look easy! I don't know that she needs my help much, but I enjoy our times together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165211862313969234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R66E0oLbplI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Xn3FBorQ8cM/s200/P1120016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Caleb had a lot of fun today. I pulled Caleb and Ella in the wagon and we went to this great park in Solvang. They ate snacks, spotted animals, and sang songs on the way. Ella is sweet with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165211870903903842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R66E1ILbpmI/AAAAAAAAACE/Uaa7XhrCcTY/s200/P1150037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, the Piersmas and the Schaleskys, joked when I was pregnant with Caleb, that Caleb and Ella will get married one day and that we were arranging their marriage. It may have been prophetic. They love to hang out and both were sad the last two Tuesdays that they couldn't take their naps together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165211879493838450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R66E1oLbpnI/AAAAAAAAACM/llrtyBZKlzc/s200/P1150050.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They climbed into Ella's bed and started reading stories. Caleb cried when I said it was time to go home (back to Santa Barbara), and begged to nap with Ella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so fun having a good friend that also has a child that is good friends with my child. God knew what he was doing when he orchestrated our friendship!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-2414018885006564848?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/2414018885006564848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=2414018885006564848' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/2414018885006564848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/2414018885006564848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2008/01/tuesdays-with-piersmas.html' title='Tuesdays with the Piersmas'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R66Ez4LbpkI/AAAAAAAAAB0/VtTnYL9QEkw/s72-c/P1120008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2055283297522182817.post-5382892399064943394</id><published>2008-01-22T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T22:11:57.867-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='England'/><title type='text'>First Blog Attempt</title><content type='html'>Dear Friends and Family,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping to start updating Adventures with Caleb on a weekly basis. This will be a fun adventure in itself if I can learn how to do this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caleb and I have had many adventures in his almost 22 months of life. The ones that come quickly to mind are: the NICU, the Zoo, the beach, exploring on our property, trips to see family, Mexico, England, and playing with friends. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5gqh314KYI/AAAAAAAAABE/q3zAJPQSIkk/s1600-h/100_4209.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved teaching, but I love being a mom too. Caleb has brought immeasurable joy to my life (and massive sleep deprivation) and I am so thankful for him. It is fun to start contemplating a sibling for Caleb... maybe God will bless us with another precious gift this year. I must say, all in his perfect timing though. I think these last 22 months with Caleb has brought me to a much more balanced place in my parenting, and I am thankful for the perspective I now have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158924034397186450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5guE314KZI/AAAAAAAAABM/_lzw_t27myc/s200/100_4209.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Caleb in York, England- October 07&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2055283297522182817-5382892399064943394?l=cjcschalesky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/feeds/5382892399064943394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2055283297522182817&amp;postID=5382892399064943394' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/5382892399064943394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2055283297522182817/posts/default/5382892399064943394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cjcschalesky.blogspot.com/2008/01/first-blog-attempt.html' title='First Blog Attempt'/><author><name>Caleb's Momma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02403891943812948949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5bHA314KTI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-PHiLs0uc0Y/S220/100_4179.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ymSQZKAk3jA/R5guE314KZI/AAAAAAAAABM/_lzw_t27myc/s72-c/100_4209.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
