tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74121186760175486242024-03-14T03:13:51.345-07:00The Adventures of Ashersandy shalaby dubinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103136749911774423noreply@blogger.comBlogger48125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7412118676017548624.post-8976103828903817882008-11-07T10:06:00.000-08:002008-11-07T17:24:55.750-08:00HalloweenAsher insisted on being Big Bird for Halloween. He's so particular about everything. The funny thing is, he's never watched Sesame Street. His only exposure to Big Bird has been in a couple of Elmo books (BB only had a supporting role) and watching BB sing along with Elmo on a short clip we periodically watch on youtube. We had a hard time finding a BB costume; seems that he's not so popular with the kiddos anymore. We found one online and luckily it fit when it arrived. Jeff thought that Asher was cool because he was so "old school" and didn't want to be a typical character like Spiderman or Elmo.<br /><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div>We took Asher trick or treating to about 8 to 10 houses and it was more than enough for him. He really didn't care much about any of the candy except for the lollipops, of which he is now practically obsessed. Jeff's favorite comment came from a man who answered one of the first doors we knocked on, "What are you? A chicken?"</div><br /><div>We then stopped by our friends Rob and Lisa's house, where we were met by an intimidating Dracula that supposedly goes by "Henry" during the day. Spooky.</div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266090226991386562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkU3h0TefPzcBDHKpoBAI7toofF2d-_Sur9VpbIrtNRM9Z4xJRSnjV5pWNHnB7F_4ZYXttATJ10M2ivSuI5I3vCNG7h6sIAWPv4Q0h4TTvM-auhdTxAkFc0J_OU67ghDO9hN2gWqtsk78/s400/IMG_0890.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266090223153154354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgivw9o-GkbMOo2oA9DeF1gPgdqQdOPK9jqC5omr_qNCDFVjJr4pg_7I4SG7Jmu6ZXHL5vC7bwWHwnySK3w3McwOLiy6nmrWWoyjiViJrFWb9SL2Q1Xiyn3Sa6bepmo6qnc19TiBLu_rFw/s400/IMG_0889.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266090195636687650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 361px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglU1hnyqRDRq0ZrBONXA_FD47kv9mdCgn091qvhiexHJX2yRsOkFPPrnfmlVrk9KxV1VjklvxblncXu82_I5pM8vDm3g06CptLX39UhDk4wfuOdEs74Bw97f93htsj87-XnbFQI8ewe14/s400/IMG_0894r.JPG" border="0" /></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265986420643852498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl7AgNYOARuSgoUIPMuMx6_Lj-DU-8SWaFic8ts1pJWcbjNqk6PLxMsJxfSTEnbgNe07tYs850Klh1bxfS3k5GfR2_cuqu8xgIMFXmBowucg0K7MJhbpFD6acrte3nZcu_QIm8cjJJkek/s400/IMG_0900.JPG" border="0" />These are the pumpkins we got from the pumpkin patch. We had a jack-o-lantern for everyone in the family, including Oreo (oops, we forgot Baby X). </div></div></div></div></div></div>sandy shalaby dubinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103136749911774423noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7412118676017548624.post-58201849314785977632008-11-02T13:52:00.000-08:002008-11-02T14:20:11.610-08:00Baby XIt's been quite a while since I last blogged. A lot has happened- some bad, some good. For those who don't know:<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264182745036696418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 274px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8KpB1FjWPH_KOEhblFLhXE8LuJWcunPAodUOMENPxkVWxSVQIuN3mYiY8Ot5eqxUM8S43TiuBHgVKoepdVbkBmKpOL_9Gk_P0OHyrV-wneiIss5OWhxF5WElU-0e5boAl3OutJ0IgSvo/s400/Baby-X001.gif" border="0" />sandy shalaby dubinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103136749911774423noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7412118676017548624.post-20548791541651142332008-09-02T16:02:00.000-07:002008-09-03T15:46:59.490-07:00I Love VacationsAbout 3 weeks ago we went to Bend, OR for 3 days. It's one of our favorite places for mountain biking and hiking. We had such a great time.<br /><div></div><br /><div>The first day we rode our bikes on a trail that was right next to the resort were we were staying. It was the first time that we took Asher on an actual mountainbiking trail. He rode in a bikeseat on Jeff's bike, and though it forced Jeff to be much less daring than he likes to be, we still had an amazing time. Asher even liked the downhills and the "bumpity bumpities". And Jeff still climbed hills better than me, even with an extra 30 pounds on his bike (as he frequently reminded me).</div><br /><div>The next day we went on a beautiful hike. Asher loved it, and as you can see in the photos below, so did we. In the afternoon, Jeff went mountainbiking on his own while Asher and I hung around the resort. The 3rd day we went biking again on a trail with amazing scenery. Unfortunately, we don't have any pictures from our bike rides- I guess we were having too much fun.</div><br /><div></div><div>The rest of the weekend was filled with time by the pool, walking around downtown Bend, getting ice cream and pizza, and hanging out in our condo.</div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241929447533619202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd35HT37gOPIxdHnIufpzVidM5fOmFYqoEdAgCNchhADsDlIhuPfe11XO0KX07Cg04NazI7hnaMzwwlZYfNCdfmiLvuRuKvFqyNZPJoega-vDPfP8JdPhZMvi-kTxDVFiFR6O-jSTZ7BI/s400/IMG_0522.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241929453597748722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1y3n1PZhVZWRAYcLTjmAIQed4slx1DB7YK5fxEuOPILjPMAd8tyPytloUuJ0ucklcVMXAGYATqb4_zDWK6rmIfZktHT7NUV1Te4y4Up_RVmAcV_UPhMHzQni6YvZibpRuzYEGjsCiGkc/s400/IMG_0525.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241929455737519682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibyHyQmbfOsUEHRwR_K3ZSPC8g0iBvhp8RphpEhAvPf9MpCbQ2cDeJQOAOGkVnIzTKvT3wg0UtVaSWmQ52WCZQGEhPvTUkNoaiei0CaP6xAqO6L-vtmdy_pskb9R0UNOPMJ2I03LvyBpE/s400/IMG_0538.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241929456422933602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuV2ALKFvf4zaZCNgBqGm8KQZyegrI7NjRP7Eb0AzjVqb9tBsIS1UwJa2vl29ari2FiuxUZJdsdib3P9rdAKGuhPdF1uSPEIQ2J9dUCTITcBl-aHKYrNcTpvoklVvyk41qQfjS-ak79kM/s400/IMG_0541a.JPG" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241929464342773378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjuo21mjZlv4422oPX09yOqt7nC4AbopmHL68BuyfHxFzNA6nYb2KIAcQPKQwSCqL4CWfH0eM3LnXzn4mqscTWhcgw8SmHQBywltDohEiAlRCj3AQAuSSxIF1zwlYsvSqUpzAT6dxQ_vw/s400/IMG_0543.JPG" border="0" /></div>sandy shalaby dubinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103136749911774423noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7412118676017548624.post-17371246873996317782008-08-05T13:35:00.000-07:002008-08-06T15:38:49.265-07:00Old Fashioned Summertime Fun<div align="left">Here are a few random shots of various activities we've done with Asher this summer. Ahhh...to be a kid again. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231535943421178690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwhqyGoTfFEIGymqX1lOON4CVLM7cpk4rh6PXyVXR3i31aAkVdo2a1YEjRWDJG34FNYZPC92aa13_LY2_q_MOUlNgQ0p-uPAqTQ0FhxGwLoU6-JQqRB5Gixdq9ez_4wtjwEb0eRXw3ZEQ/s400/IMG_0453.JPG" border="0" />Riding the carousel with Mom.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231535946011147122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUBUr8q8TjsTnSkeN5F38ZDXjWPF6ZB-F5VgYNxxhn0yCkyaPGJt-iqFw5yJFZnGGtGms93ou7oBWb_32E4r1kq2xt4lV_VIIV4n9PH5eR8LKKqatoBEYWzntnCwv3xUuFwNXh5lg_wdQ/s400/IMG_0477.JPG" border="0" />Carousel with Dad. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231535776453220482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDo0ODK_M6ZFhlq2gO2VTsTsyJSpfl3Z9x7WzPVO3jpZrjjI6QkXQuN0EO8BuqeK9n5vByNfy6utw5BWB-haONrgQcaCZTcI7mvyBorM_vTQv4BtcVsUUOia-_Pctg6Xv9PfcPaTmUrJs/s400/IMG_0498.JPG" border="0" />One of Asher's favorite places, a water park near downtown.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231535778031730994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg3l5kocTJL6Iwv6g0N57spfAqU3VmYcpKTZ7C4IgmLe7bg8L2nEKGHaeOC0oNlZFGyWGCK-qbvrJRBuEh1GJf7vvrRv8Dld4BgZ1gyjPAZBUtyVpDGfilsZhS_kGkLpiu2bs6MLCB9xY/s400/0729081109.jpg" border="0" /> Car ride at our local amusement park with girlfriend Ibby.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231535615585643602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs2z1hDzPwBXPbgEYFO3mVGddp2gmry7WPACBjOypyWeCeHwFhnYKF4rjqSmj8n4jzImUeoj74TgtAGgJ0f672TcmRsI8fEx1ynY3IAzEfulQ9ZYz38IqgTP7maXzCXNb5PPXK1G8y0nU/s400/IMG_0438.JPG" border="0" />Driving a tractor at the zoo with friend Mishko looking on.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231534533633592114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSGij_bUxxvLz4RQCUM9CggKhhsxL22BFYl23yJWzqcQF52MLnEuXDxG0jfPt6gDEJKC-0opZTLoQ6kYtToEe899cEQjmRi9Oqq-w2ZGoGgptVBFsYbA9EWAqc_M6dLu_c7Ml6HeJpcYQ/s400/IMG_0435.JPG" border="0" />Riding a toy horse at the zoo. </div>sandy shalaby dubinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103136749911774423noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7412118676017548624.post-7924157456877900892008-07-31T14:42:00.000-07:002008-12-11T02:30:00.595-08:00Allie and AudreyMy two nieces, who I just adore, came to visit earlier this month, along with my sister and brother-in-law, of course. They stayed with us for a week and even though it was a bit hectic in our house, we loved it. Asher got along with them so well, mainly because Allie and Audrey were so sweet to him. We tried to do a lot of activities, though at times it was hard to coordinate everyone's schedules and get everyone out the door.<br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229300591920671762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg423efsvq1HwwbYZtkA_tcg4HDTrJHuid9QcKbS83-78XgF2M-328V1DaueW54Ke06VR7F6JX3OA02gdQT51_F4pmHU51fFppMkTD21NkwYDQuRlR9Ggvjn52RZUF3hKb_5Xsan896yGg/s400/IMG_0339.JPG" border="0" /> First night in Portland, at the park. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229300595625204002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJsH-w8VuJaDXmmG_mfwDVfVqiGZBduOUJn6LEJpTLlXCYHwukDj7qhpPexccXkuT1-cIClyDJcU_y_-aQVKBtFsc62VGi7HMmO08WDPLW_KS8yR2L0Ok5ffKpcfUSi4rp1Ig_7qjSFAU/s400/101_0738.JPG" border="0" />Watching and playing with fireworks in the backyard.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229300171944339042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhazAKVgtIWFXTSUGVL2T8FoSkLJ4VPAAx3eCRH0yv-ZHHopoKHOH_we-fKyuoPYtw9urxTNAuMhbBGillTn7cLL1zEc3KA51GzyvB55TgFZA-Gd8wAGzCsNKpH80-ov5k7cgRf3NCX4Q0/s400/101_0775.JPG" border="0" />Allie (she's 6)</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229300179871624770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhd4GzGgA1jjFjig394AzZDzKMTJWp1r79aJ1_Z08voEvx_WS2NV_0VOjBUpdpDjaQyjvdImvgKC5undmn8lsE-VD5OHx3Cc5E1laFGiyxFhKYIGFZWJdzkvh1tCRKdN8P-g1ZLglBZdxA/s400/101_0776.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Audrey (she's 4)</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229299013769867602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzMgtPO59pmNl7bAp1sa9iFM3PT7j8Z34lw66zLJcQE-gxVq8aJX54G5ZuPt9ePHJYi_VlK1XspWyJsBQ6CwWjGx-yDUyKqK8kCIsxfQkJKlPUMzB89ZvgWabgm3zIje91apU0ysM5mJw/s400/IMG_0374.JPG" border="0" />Are they not the cutest? </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229299019128754738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRmC8OwGLAeUnZRdaylirHhiW7DzFfVH-pK83UDUvme90GauN4uCiPbqiw5Fcsgkq14cGknV-VegwmlNUswbzrgPVWwYP0xJweR_T6cMb9AyvCU81ORWQqU264PHMS1d1aucWWS5V2OC4/s400/101_0873.JPG" border="0" />Popcorn and a video after a long day</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229299026454229970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1HfdlbZQWkdBeh5VDxWchL9Kx5CktSxneklLTfFZ5s_Qy0OaoM8SHr9qA9ygD0kRpmsrSrnSe-AO15c88aaCKHbheCHx_XbiFGOxYsBmTaMLYQYYNRrd1tJqVqyq1WMa64v8GAo7NrH0/s400/101_0842.JPG" border="0" />Hanging out in the barn at a berry farm.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229299029978789986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhi5sX27ncJH6CT5DVVIE5ozlFvgmmnrLHHbEHmsRHlAltC8UrLT_yFrLHEP1RG43YKpIciXPh0LBgnTyTYcOV58Ags_Dv3kxNPHpWWat-iRb9HC6065EubRIMEJFMjSR5lTbM07Wpii3I/s400/IMG_0387.JPG" border="0" />Picking strawberries in Sauvie Island (about 1/2 hour from Portland)</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229299037952888002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9tzupj-OjB0RGR5LFJDTgvOALwxyvSdQ7O7FjLlV90rrcdnYkT3vT5Ln7hbH1L7g45GGpfNvfdC48e2_6KTqO37LAFPUcDcwhlQsRs828-E-U0L428VzY6mjHaET6ZlgeIqOSd-JIWpU/s400/101_0889.JPG" border="0" />Audrey and Asher goofing around</div>sandy shalaby dubinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103136749911774423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7412118676017548624.post-43895989233297525462008-07-18T15:29:00.001-07:002008-12-11T02:30:01.026-08:00Ruled by ListsIt's a pretty well known fact about me that I can't function without making lists. Almost every morning I write a list of to-do's for the day, and while I do, Asher tries to grab my pen or repeatedly asks me to draw something for him. So a few weeks ago I thought I would solve this problem by explaining to him what I was doing, and to help him remember what was on the list, I drew pictures. Asher loved it and spent the day looking at the list and recapping what we had accomplished (this is the kind of stuff that makes <em>me</em> proud!)<br /><br />Since then, I've started "drawing" simplified versions of my to-do-lists and my grocery lists when Asher gets too curious about what I'm writing. When Jeff saw one of them for the first time recently, he immediately said, "You've got to put this on the blog!" (probably because he wants everyone to see/know that I'm a big dork). So here is an example.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224487282886366098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1Rp9pqfK48mAVzMa6vfDdrCi1UVd3Bv6mI721Hj384BDPOnwZP5nut2muq7arT9iNmITo7X9Ma_MS9_0dbwXaZWwykh_DoEgIKBuOkhRXX48thn74xfyQRL5ADYq__lNRcGee9twaroE/s400/IMG_0353.JPG" border="0" /><br />1. Drink tea (me) and milk (asher)<br />2. Make and eat oatmeal<br />3. Get dressed<br />4. Go get some donuts to take to friends' house (I swear we hardly <em>ever</em>, <em>ever </em>do this)<br />5. Go to our friends' house for a play date (all the kids, moms, and pets are shown)<br />6. Go home and take a nap (for the record, I don't nap with him, I just pretend to)<br />7. Make cookies (I don't think we ever got around to this one that day)<br />8. Go to the park with Dad when he gets home from work.sandy shalaby dubinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103136749911774423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7412118676017548624.post-12932240348710828282008-07-18T14:54:00.000-07:002008-07-18T15:28:21.262-07:00His Dad's Boy<p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzl85njaLdmzVVyBmthrzLJDFJPmpoe6wpWdf92Jt_R31RZAT-BxalEHrnMBCy1c4CyPB3xEHN0VOWX_31WBQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p align="left">Now if Jeff could only get Asher to talk about the NBA with him in addition to shooting baskets, then his life will be complete. (Just kidding, Honey).</p>sandy shalaby dubinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103136749911774423noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7412118676017548624.post-62293524230480323422008-07-01T15:07:00.001-07:002008-12-11T02:30:01.326-08:00Neighborhood Park<div align="left">We are lucky to live walking distance from several parks. These pictures and videos are from last Sunday at one of Asher's favorite parks; we call it the "peekaboo park" because it has a heavily planted area where we like to sneak around and play "peekaboo".<br /><br /></div><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218173129418461522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNzYcDXh28OExuaGuY_KsbhruGqw-X2dftI0SCp5MF8I0iSBp0sndtBNEpHOec30L5x0qDRfIHwJYkR8RXsHOrf-d9wU3WyLd0TsZHTpw_3ugI8yD9BNw3OIl9hANDc1hPyXM1yO_Ofak/s400/IMG_0309.JPG" border="0" /></p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218173024580587058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHyaTsAb8Ph020QIbSU5mILmPJP4j0EPN6w02NyWRotaw3itZds44fS1_nyWcE31iM0KTr9FNG294Gq0Xdx9e_2gcWfqgQQpVu-GrIJ3GIKDPM5-VmaC7zVYS5icp9D3opBuq1tfWKL24/s400/IMG_0310.JPG" border="0" /></p><p align="center">Hanging out with Dad</p><p align="center"> </p><p align="left"> </p><p align="left">These videos are really short but I thought I'd include them anyway.</p><p align="center"> <iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzY5oCkPQVHRaoVJHlwQQXeGt7iudP3jdPh54BlgVSxdEOTt61F9h7U5mM63_2xPXrOfH9IvnLhVrhd4eqfeg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzGfDEWkfbVEjpKrZqA1eYZBV3yr1M9UfARC6HexPh3H_xnnnygz3qblIKTEg8gj-acaVePAC-2IcwLRjfDBg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p>sandy shalaby dubinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103136749911774423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7412118676017548624.post-1147626642725897292008-07-01T14:42:00.000-07:002008-12-11T02:30:02.580-08:00Trip to Bellevue<div align="left">Asher and I tagged along with Jeff on his weekly business trip to Bellevue, WA a couple of weeks ago. Bellevue is a suburb of Seattle and it's about a 3 hour drive from Portland. Jeff's schedule is pretty tight when he's there, so besides joining us for lunch one of the 2 days we were there and spending the evenings with us, we were pretty much on our own. The first day we stayed in Bellevue and went to a large, beautiful park and to a bookstore; the second day we ventured out of town to a nearby city called Kirkland where we discovered a lake with a beach area and a quaint town center with great shops and restaurants.</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218168313839733186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYxtLe0STFtxBK0pKl0Pd3CwNWvfNTTKZ4tuh0zGeyBXU9kul5zeY4ugGvE0oAy6UHF2XB_c9KKruw_cQn4KI8kVKwVd6-aCHn02YyAgT9DtfsFMYewCW0g1T1IFn3rV61rKNiWUPnk1A/s400/IMG_0249.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center">"Rock climbing" at the park.<br /><br /></p><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218167730341908818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv0YFG2KsqMF0c83_Erv10Q7-Q81N0st4w5YKOB6rLojvh_xDNlno8rxGyWJZxXIL_VoFQwTL31MWeOfyYEFZ5cOdK6RYKlNlI6hkm9kpDSZtiYAyf1Xotv6BgayVlzmbtvq9Jz-wSLtI/s400/IMG_0267.JPG" border="0" />What is it with kids and playing in sand- they never seem to tire of it.</div><br /><div align="left"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218167285212855986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguZvOXNNnZfsWeKMuV-3GQjMP93Eue2tzEe98TsiePJzMTNXJbpxNMNlM4ogxxKWk3cK9Xr1iw8uNwEthuAJPO91oArkJLFnoJO0FnSFdp7ykysVHj9wVLvTr2vcf2qAbd5X9wrPmMjxM/s400/IMG_0271.JPG" border="0" />This is why we live in the Northwest; it's so easy to stumble upon beautiful areas that you never even knew existed. </div><div align="left"><br /> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218166972241530562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEI08DXjqBOk1wjK1AEGuNDl2X9t55se2i-bPIDnhwlEH4hJjoPVizGs7oxayH0BVAKMS6ZPlTGKf75XFVHZj5JRFuOQJmaXcULn9HUlLiRnRMd1waQtDrq7I1uYctmazVh7zfXJdheMA/s400/IMG_0274.JPG" border="0" />Sitting in a lifeguard chair near the lake.</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218166618355614210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqcj42OKBnfm08rvVBOIooxtYRBr4Mkjhk0sTeRdg2K3MUoEC85GO34ioAevkcrGnoXgGgCiVzFCsRUItvSDUsW8figSkC0iQEBtXSZIw697rvdqR1z1NZFjPQFB2BR1KcYbriUz_fv-k/s400/IMG_0281.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center">Dancing in front of a cow/dog statue in Kirkland</p>sandy shalaby dubinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103136749911774423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7412118676017548624.post-6999979424598106462008-06-25T15:42:00.000-07:002008-12-11T02:30:02.754-08:00How Not to Save MoneyBeing a less than 1.25 income family is not always easy. We're always trying to think of ways to save money and be frugal. We've had to give up certain luxuries, most recently, cable tv. And much to my dismay, I have had to give up my regular color/hightlight appointments with the hairdresser. So a few weeks ago I decided that I was more than capable of highlighting my own hair. I researched it on line, I looked at different options, I gathered all my supplies, and I was ready to go. A couple of hours later... <div> </div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215958253117665010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkvGVJExysjF3UCnIgC85plFoMm7wCw-ViMTCJWKRjGHOxrP1UaiZymKXafibYKU2ukiaXKgOeAGb1KZGVygR_htTE-BUWSVZp7RuyMWqUAzag_j4NZvQ_KaIq_KJwwRo1fJlD1Tj-iK0/s400/IMG_0124.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><div>Need I say more? ORANGE!</div><br /><div>After ignoring Jeff's pleas to call a professional to undo the damage (it was Sunday and I didn't want to wait till my hairdresser was available), I went back to the beauty store, begged the sales lady for help, and was thankfully able to have my all-over-brown hair back. Needless to say, I think I'll be happy without highlights for a while.</div></div>sandy shalaby dubinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103136749911774423noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7412118676017548624.post-57614194267383298332008-06-14T16:02:00.000-07:002008-12-11T02:30:03.573-08:00How Life Has Changed<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDDg2uY331S_mS29K_qdzaqUFGZouEVVqyMNBqbRV5lq2qPdB1TGs9iqxQi9uefyItmDX_GFEiUPdihK__DoAWp3kEf8si87mt6kxJUH_HyD2Bc695hx0Nrb_qP8yRt09jnkSm-ODPxJw/s1600-h/IMG_0078a.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211881127795321234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDDg2uY331S_mS29K_qdzaqUFGZouEVVqyMNBqbRV5lq2qPdB1TGs9iqxQi9uefyItmDX_GFEiUPdihK__DoAWp3kEf8si87mt6kxJUH_HyD2Bc695hx0Nrb_qP8yRt09jnkSm-ODPxJw/s400/IMG_0078a.JPG" border="0" /></a> Our friend Tracy, who now lives in New Zealand, visited Portland earlier this month. It was great to see her and meet her 2nd baby girl. It also gave all of us Portland folks an excuse to get together and catch up. Our friends Lisa and Rob hosted a wonderful brunch and allowed all of our kids to destroy their house. We all couldn't help but reflect on how life has changed so much over the past 2 1/2 years; back then, none of us were parents and things were so different. And now when we get together, it's a totally different experience. No longer can we eat in peace or even have a complete conversation. But, of course, none of us are complaining. After being friends for so many years, it's so fun to see our kids play with each other.sandy shalaby dubinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103136749911774423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7412118676017548624.post-82401980797867660032008-06-13T20:13:00.000-07:002008-06-13T20:27:47.028-07:00Goofing AroundFor some reason Asher is fascinated by our shop <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">vacuum</span>. Jeff was using it a few days ago and Asher started playing with the hose. Then he made it into an "O" and started singing and dancing.<br /><br /><p align="center"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxOkonHUNBX5ZWw0Isdp4PHz9XSa2xV26mIJWbzzY6CeEL-vKHQIe5e67CuzUBGNMRgIY1aNDJGvI75R7mB4A' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p>sandy shalaby dubinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103136749911774423noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7412118676017548624.post-5490890463202412552008-06-09T15:31:00.000-07:002008-06-13T20:26:21.032-07:00Cool Video<div align="left">Check out this video Jeff took of one of the exhibits at the aquarium: a glass tunnel surrounded by water and sea life.<br /></div><div align="center"><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyh-ddC_iZtZfAzHBb7FrhWu9X_uxz916WWvT5fROLjq5RurfEFP3hSRI0aUiYkZG1N1QVhhIm0YEPmRhSXOw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>sandy shalaby dubinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103136749911774423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7412118676017548624.post-32944899748407743032008-06-09T14:58:00.000-07:002008-12-11T02:30:04.432-08:00Memorial Day/Anniversary WeekendWe went to Newport, Oregon (a beach town) on Memorial Day weekend. Jeff took an extra day off because it was also our wedding anniversary. Unfortunately, it rained half the time we were there, but we still managed to have fun. We played on the beach, visited the aquarium, ate local fresh seafood, and did a little sight seeing. And, we successfully flew a kite! (thanks to Jeff's skills and persistence).<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210010778138194818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlblmYDlV687OCEZddByvJgOijfNZAui-3x_rGMHq7-3sE6BEGWD1bA4BP7Ajy0bxZQzjx6IAWYOZgcipYWk6vI-FuJFlHACRdvF3kPqO7FVsEss2nIIT5ZDvfbUjU9PoICiMiFJtd9vM/s400/IMG_0008.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">Strolling through the town center.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210010400708728738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZStfhU9g5CSi82yghzfRoHPnJbw6BV_dCicMQiKSnmjkwoTv-fmjrVjWgKiaiLuse7PYFucm_FDDvdEQLyyrAZFwSb-p5tC2KebTGUEIioHNV6caJ58R5iFy_Aes2lvvmOhjwocUVMAI/s400/IMG_0010.JPG" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210009968816568546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5uBqTAkvH_EARordWwnVRK1d-CqNdWd8s2F5-bq3K0hgglU5_6fgQ6_ZQue4AUUXeJtk4aAxNCPL3d6iGCvsM7n_7OQaFP9WLWUHNkU41DlatOwii9m-6lUNcr8BdPGEDi0NEVnKFv-8/s400/IMG_0039.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">Asher had a blast playing in the sand. Even if it wasn't even warm enough to take our jackets off.</div><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210009286794816082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMBy0yzYV8uktSKIj4nRExTKZNiUh4YA7B3htv-ieqhZ6gZjfCxLLxRJab77XNJGL1tUDU4DRefr0PxW5z5dbKfW8xhfS2vXTNw_gBoK4g-e7V9-6so3EJoH74UmekvuoStYZVeAjtVrY/s400/IMG_0035.JPG" border="0" />Jeff helping Asher with his dismount off of a stone whale at the aquarium.</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210009299127878338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVceRvDFKLgcMF0VF-n9yrpDPdu_pk0qYKpLMTmwZqfhsXvUQ9oHyoCrNkPAiCLWWyIbPfim2PdYAr_pD1gWAtQLr7u0LFkHO3QfQtoWPVMMOIn-0ZOh9NeoekMQ6Mk3cSKBrm5fpb2Ps/s400/IMG_0021.JPG" border="0" />This is probably my favorite picture of Jeff and Asher together. Just look at my handsome boys.<br /></div>sandy shalaby dubinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103136749911774423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7412118676017548624.post-14228248089686370572008-05-29T15:34:00.000-07:002008-12-11T02:30:04.719-08:00Cute PicsHere are a couple of pictures of Asher. He was excited to have shorts on. Unfortunately, "shorts weather" only lasted about 2 days.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205933098243378306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzXGZgpQsRbNM-Df-1ZkG8tUhLP2sd-hZJPvDnT0Hf3A8iBYwhPD_xWzSZHs1kcdc9bAKcH6hgcdMzD2yEN-lmTJuvUUOwAlnKUPYNSajKJ0WaNzVs7Q4MZx3Biq6JJ4k9fa_ce8ds8rs/s400/may16+019.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205933102538345618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiosZRXQtDZMLDkoRpS5n3WxGDHW4tRui11EOhf_lnsb3tT0qIPwAWWc1zYgtyLgL_gLg944pn3Eyw55zf6ykeBaZWmE4hy42TRZgpHH02MVs5g1hqYN14cNNaSvNH9L6hUnzKTyirg078/s400/may16+014.jpg" border="0" />sandy shalaby dubinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103136749911774423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7412118676017548624.post-56321143525325283562008-05-29T15:19:00.000-07:002008-12-11T02:30:05.265-08:00Where Does the Time Go?Before we had Asher, I remember always hearing parents talking about how busy they were, and how they never seem to have anytime for themselves. Although I believed them, I think part of me always wondered, "What could they be doing all day?"<br /><br /><div><div></div><div>Well, I definitely don't wonder anymore. These pictures show a tiny sliver of a typical day with Asher and where some of my time goes. I've learned that being a parent means getting things accomplished in baby steps, or often, with two steps forward and one step back. Meaning, in order to get dinner made, for instance, you have to be willing to let you child create a mess (that you will later have to clean up of course) so long as it keeps him occupied for a while. </div><div><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205931105378552930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSvYYIED4wy93nQd-Qm6Ln8xzYvD_tjavvuS2-mAMEK7NtNWgnkyepVSS2iSve7waX_SMDR53ivDFlY5KlT8-9TMO1wSOHjlKe3p_UGJdZyZbsfjLjMOhXl3knFoBGTlSZAroUq2xcRkY/s400/may23+004.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205931113968487538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilUnqe4C6zmOjrmrU7fQN1LPr8rqova-1OFeKulBBKQclnMYF0StxP06Q1juDXXhRsF3JooalSbKuhGFhnW84dMSuOjUiF29elBl8tLNG0Y4VvAJHvGi5NBWcvtcGZ9WSLTkf4NJhr6eI/s400/may23+001.jpg" border="0" /></div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205930903515090002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0Q641EJUQXtIW4HVkiqb-CXkmpiOD5KNpGhqmDYNdAKXR5gnheCiQtTNYtlOCCliAQTkHE5lW5mhqYU0u4sIMdxYQvCpBV9oE6WlcMTBL26yINbcBoSIj5cF42C11CTm4I7Z5Sy858_M/s400/may23+011.jpg" border="0" />sandy shalaby dubinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103136749911774423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7412118676017548624.post-20787996366332357342008-05-29T14:58:00.000-07:002008-12-11T02:30:05.427-08:00Trouble in the BasementA few weeks ago I went down to the basement to put a load of laundry in the dryer. I pushed the start button and nothing happened. The buttons were lit and I could hear the motor trying to spin, but nothing moved. I couldn't believe it. How could our barely year old dryer already be broken? After telling Jeff about it and cooling off, I called to have a repairman come look at it. Two days later, the repairman came to our house and I nervously showed him the dryer and explained to him the problem. I left the laundry room assuming that in a few minutes I would get the bad news- resulting in a large, several hundred dollar service fee, of course. Instead, the repairman showed me this. <div> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205927149713673282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-iVvn-muNKo3Z54euO5TDaOVw_5UbwCCDr3qH1SRXMPgOLnGF38hIYbg4WiHptS4TIa7tdCFyW2KgyzqgnmPrFiahiq9WyWnSye-ziJwdn08NDVs5truWSFgqJvSfCh2NI3hrTg78Zgc/s400/may16+005.jpg" border="0" />Apparently, our dear son Asher had decided to somehow find a dirty sponge (that Jeff had used to clean our grill) and carefully insert it in the slot where the lint filter fits. The repairman tried to give Asher the benefit of the doubt by saying that maybe the sponge somehow accidentally got sucked into the lint trap, but I could tell that he himself didn't believe it. And since nothing was actually broken and the repairman hardly spent anytime at our house, he didn't even charge us a service fee!<br /><div></div><br /><div>The incident reminded me and Jeff of a couple of similar stories. Our nephew Matthew once put a grilled cheese sandwich in a VCR, and our friends' son Isaac put a tortilla in a DVD player. You gotta hand it to kids; they're curious, creative, and experimental, and as long as no one gets hurt, is there really any harm done?</div>sandy shalaby dubinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103136749911774423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7412118676017548624.post-48570944144727818822008-05-14T15:12:00.000-07:002008-12-11T02:30:06.047-08:00Snack Time<div align="left">Contrary to what these pictures of Asher lounging might portray, things have actually been pretty busy around our house. I've been working on a project from home (helping another architect on a mountain vacation house) and so I'm back to having a nanny watch Asher once in a while, working on weekends, attempting to work in the evenings, etc. </div><div align="left"><br />We had a really nice, mellow Mother's Day (although we forgot to take pictures). Jeff and Asher surprised me with a jacket that I had tried on a couple of weeks before but refused to spend the money on. Thanks boys! Traditionally, I like to do something active and then go out for a nice meal on my special days (i.e. birthdays). But since the weather wasn't too great on Sunday, we were sort of at a loss of what to do. We ended up going to a park to attempt to fly the new kite we got for Asher. It was either lack of skill (definitely yes on my part) or lack of wind, but the darn thing would not stay up. I don't know if Asher enjoyed it, but Jeff and I had so much fun laughing and running around as the kite continuously crashed to the ground (and we also provided quite the entertainment for several onlookers). Later in the evening we went on a long walk and then had a nice dinner at home.<br /><br />These pictures are of Asher eating one of his new favorite snacks- popcorn. He loves to sit out on our front porch when he eats it (I did it with him once and now he insists on doing it every time). Isn't he growing up so fast?<br /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200365202238789554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKqQ5HCI7dbARVcA5MkkpqJEKEVem-n-lNOk_SfMNw9_v-KAR-wX9Qj8dmv3-sc9jhxVPD48GNhcJwAf6Fs0xtYT7veoO1genJzrzBZm-EXX9uOFI_sRhPfwaYiX91aa28e0-94OS-oSs/s400/may9+001.jpg" border="0" />Just shooting the breeze.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200365210828724162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUbU4v6HkBPosYdlcNJYT4N3YGYD4xOjjWoQJgcjxRjv5Sn3nCkvi_IE-ZtCbbcZgiNJ4JgY4hhRlMSv6Y0IPW8vG8indr1QULLI8Yox6K_iKGy_2lHHgAR3drJci6G5OtZlP4RrYIOvY/s400/may9+004.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="left">Asher's sense of humor has been great lately. For instance, he loves to take songs that he knows and insert different words in them. Today he was singing, "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star...Up above the world so high, like a mommy in the sky", or "Cookie dough in the sky", and then he just cracks up. Here he is making silly faces and sounds.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200365215123691474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIrMJ2MQVuRzOJayxn6nYBcng-yLSgCgSfJdVr94LtByXYT1WTPKdIcHvmTpEbruZd0mtN3VWhTGOLN5MJF_mbyjiDooxzH004aDLXwLnb59vDpYlPm5xfzf6AUvu7sR1bmqXndFUsJIg/s400/may9+006.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">I still don't know where he got his eyes. </p>sandy shalaby dubinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103136749911774423noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7412118676017548624.post-29698868789876568942008-04-28T16:08:00.000-07:002008-12-11T02:30:06.524-08:00Is it the end of April already?The weather pattern has been so strange here lately. Rainy and cold most of the time with occasional nice, sunny days, just to tease us. Last weekend was nice so we definitely took advantage of it as much as possible.<br /><br />Asher and I have started going to music class again (a class where we sing, dance, and play with instruments). We've also been going to a gym/tumbling class, similar to the one that Jeff and Asher used to go to on Saturdays. I'll take some pictures in the classes this week so I can post them.<br /><br />Here are a couple of photos of Asher in his new duds and shoes (we finally got around to getting him some new shirts that fit him!). Also, Jeff asked me to post this video; for some demented reason he thinks it's funny. It's a video of Asher tipping over in his chair while he and Jeff were sitting in the backyard. Asher didn't get hurt and didn't even cry and I guess Jeff just thought it was funny that the whole thing was caught on video. <div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201099036056016866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1aQSGtQhfd2MemP9nJZDN5mJWCs4BnViMt8mNqzyhB-QdCMv2INFQni0TgJH0ecsFCa_j06BXxOuSRLpD6NAPo6xpcIjNWyafTVqE4gVsD9sXRqzCzcuhj00A_FEaD3M9b7mAR1Twe30/s400/April27+018-4x6.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194441179156689938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhxebcw2nOgi3ND4uGHUAGaUmynAB7PmzyvDMLV7JveC8xNIYkMLnBgr1PArJVQEg_cCrqA3noCrziu3bqwzw_30aGBaDEXQlXgBpbAfFhGyrmY3Nl25AmKvs3BenMZDpzVQLO_0yPBgU/s400/April27+007a.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194440324458198002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8KrUAyVAIAIURWvsPwUNddQWnWMQEcCxSuIksx5Xg6M5Pp5_nNiDdQIkPlRgnvOsAlPRSDa82wlkYYw2h6r5PTkMGJkfQfQ0KzfrCZtIOrxVUpl1AyoGVjBGNZV2p30SqwpkqSqFpXos/s400/April27+012.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxjdIKecASfzoC9Z3cb38I3bYg1T9L1bRAApRw1JKjNl8pCzWmxdjWFqF6rsVve6PXNLC-E1Zqn7sV-DxBP' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p>sandy shalaby dubinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103136749911774423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7412118676017548624.post-19453711014587279452008-04-16T14:47:00.000-07:002008-12-11T02:30:08.169-08:00Babysitting SwapAsher's friend Mishko came over to our house last Saturday while his parents went out to dinner. We've been trading off babysitting duty with them and it's been great. We do it before the boys' bedtime so it's nice and easy. Plus we live within blocks of each other.<br /><br /><div><div></div><div>It was especially easy on Saturday because the weather was great so we had no problem keeping the boys entertained. We played in the backyard and at the park, fed them dinner, let them watch a short video, and by that time the night was pretty much over.</div><div> </div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189966236121015010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4JWKyupQYxv0Hmp89nlsLWuioJORYPxx_DBlIx5sDrH6lGECugE_rFC6UKSMgEcvTria6CTvAfY_vKSF0idyVVdukhi-pMYQB_xkojo0VnyjhdzPH0oD2jJsN6m535a5-_k4N-xtbzU4/s400/April12+010.jpg" border="0" /></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189966240415982338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRwu5mkSYXFbdzKebwjr9NqbsVPs4uIib9xaHYTxNrabvyVPyuJLSWOltt65j9TU_qSg45gGW-zgsHqdB2MCeWTMwM19lHwFQI7T-6Pj4VfVbTToO2BLdNSKgrjSm7HzQV5dPSQEkpvDo/s400/April12+003.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189966034257552082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg41PEIckPCIx-kR8DzriXsiNF9EejmXhlJA_i5V7wmyH0FE_MTwwhV4gjTm-YRHZUY54HzvEp9ivg03U5UE01SY8GkMT342oW6XwIzsfUs-0jZrL9YgZCZsY9ccf74n-kPZxeebxPw940/s400/April12+014.jpg" border="0" /></div></div>sandy shalaby dubinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103136749911774423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7412118676017548624.post-23425743742758117552008-04-09T14:09:00.000-07:002008-12-11T02:30:08.648-08:00Back HomeWe had a pretty busy week last week. We left early Tuesday morning (at 5 am) to drive to Bellevue, WA with Jeff. It was great to see Jeff's towers in person, though I was disappointed that I didn't get to tour them (kids are not allowed on a jobsite). But it was still nice to see Jeff's office there (I expected a dumpy temporary space by the jobsite, but instead it was a super cool, modern sales office), meet some of the people he works with, stay in the hotel he stays in every week, and be in a different environment for a couple of days. Unfortunately I didn't take any pictures while I was there but next time we go, I definitely will.<br /><br /><div><div><div><div>The rest of the week was pretty mellow. I'm still trying to find another project to take on, but I now realize that I have to start getting more agressive due to the slump in the market. I did find out that I will be teaching an evening class again in July though.</div><br /><div>Here are a couple of pics of Asher "helping" me with the dishes. I think I mentioned before that this was one of his favorite activities around the house. It actually creates more work for me, but it does keep him occupied long enough for me to get things done around the kitchen.</div><div> </div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187360916845435490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlqyJuFQbFB0npzL_rfvMLqziwwtCCTHBaLHlk4Ro5TNNs7AouEoeQrVF3KQEZs-bDMbxHDvPKjgApWj1OXxno5zNV8Ogp5Lc_xI6c6xKWyo_QfY8OEMUi_FzC_r1zJt02i2zcUX_RQ5E/s400/April3-bday+006.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187360667737332290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggfIKtuOK0Bze3vUiWGKIiAtYyglwUpZQ9PSmZK6KrjXQ_20CruPag_SrVY_LTH5zjDf0tCCJUmQ0bmi3TOsnjPhJgiARGm6lsMx5QAPMYRqj9Ah0ZFRVSHtG4dzllhLnFIkzvdOoyOuk/s400/April3-bday+008.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187360547478247986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkjON9frWrs8TAiYPUJqllttRFJWefp-01OkZ4tQxaWhVFl1RzMrVDwnnvXx4thUCS2ScFelTRbjGhsBx63wQdad4X4x29awuBN9ilpeHXo097zg6nCd9xt3PPdFWGfanQ8jCO6Sjxd70/s400/April3-bday+004.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div>sandy shalaby dubinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103136749911774423noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7412118676017548624.post-57992819923363014942008-04-05T16:14:00.000-07:002008-12-11T02:30:10.223-08:00Happy Birthday, Jeff<div align="left">Jeff's birthday was last Sunday. I surprised him with a weekend getaway to Mt. Hood. But instead of snowboarding and skiing like we did BA (Before Asher), we went sledding (or tubing). It turned out to be a blast. Asher loved the snow (he definitely gets this more from Jeff than from me); he loved stomping in it, climbing it, eating it, and of course sledding down it.<br /><br /></div><div align="left">Afterwards, we went to one of our very favorite Oregon restaurants, Calamity Jane's, a hamburger joint that's been around for a long time and that we regularily visit on our way back from skiing/snowboarding/biking in Mt. Hood. </div><br /><div align="left">After taking a break in our cabin (and trying everything in our power to get Asher to take his regular afternoon nap), we drove back up the mountain to Timberline Lodge, another one of our favorite Oregon places. Asher quickly fell asleep on the way and, against our better judgement, we woke him up when we arrived at the lodge a few minutes later. Unfortunately, my plans of hanging out by the beautiful fireplace, sipping hot drinks, and having wonderful conversation with Jeff were completely ruined by a very fussy, needing-to-nap toddler. Jeff and I literally gulped down our drinks and hurriedly stuffed our faces with fondu while Asher whined and cried and demanded that we leave. </div><br /><div align="left">We assumed he'd crash as soon as we got back to the cabin, and that we would then be able to watch a movie or at least talk, but he ended up getting a second wind and staying up way past 10. So although it was a great day overall (besides maybe the time at the lodge), I definitely learned a lesson: never plan a day with specific events that assume your child is going to follow a schedule.</div><br /><div align="left">The next day we went out for brunch, stopped at an outlet mall, then headed home. We ended the day with a very chocolatey cake that Asher and I made (I still owe Jeff a homemade birthday dinner, his favorite, chicken pot pie).</div><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186275688509676674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6JY4xNE_pgilDTUu0B7JKBwtXZ2mkh3lDyjO86iL_9wqQpIn_jOqc2SSANUgjpymaFRtF_xjZs-vtfhvNDNSd2_rHZsuqACLvRv_iFFFPBphNs-aQR2RrmRwmevtR3OB1ygGOI0Hlx7g/s400/March29-bday+003.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Getting all bundled up</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186275443696540786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmpMBXfbSmV8NUFHrc_NBmDBarcKfl0Vah_qBSGGIxE5cNhue0yz_zSmT12h4YCvdy9XUpWxWV7OKZeUUemFBoQ8GgzP-eT2Wrn8CShf1yABONt2vYNpcffCAZGD4qwPvYVcUe4SvPQ-c/s400/March29-bday+017.jpg" border="0" />Wheee...</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186274765091708002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgktUm-0vhyphenhyphen1WYhvLu-pJqyAAAchKYaW-b4UWpDNDqqvmqnFHyUx2Jht3yTjQJCvq1CxIRyaQJNMX-a9X-0ThPjXEcR8m9piLH_FOjyuKcoLz6pCo44GA0W7GS4oQ78o9u-sy7OkPy-VtY/s400/March29-bday+016.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Asher kept trying to make snowballs but his mittens wouldn't coooperate</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186274571818179666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5xYaaY6FIsyNmwmiFWjORfUSEw7_biSI5sLf5vX8-Kh36eOKSJKhf9CtNw0qJGObvEHgvjpU9RnWWPouLby1JSdY36-lMedp987P7SvI7gVPj9qBizcRjcFikNDnQeQz2tUG0PN90DUg/s400/March29-bday+011.jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center">Even though it was cold and snow was coming down, it really wasn't as bad as it looks here.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186274215335894066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC99jLzeYs5osoh3C0nNWNNBSQM4z9TbKdOfSpq9NgskhlLABMYYnH9r7FzJSShUhBwfk-ww0gGyqKzxemg8S4EqMRWeOKFpLp2KMpbVqZId-gA-bzefzO_YzSKbITcwZ4poQ_ZA4RFVE/s400/March29-bday+018.jpg" border="0" />A family shot before we leave for lunch</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185911604131994658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVM1tyKXxve8AiqZeng-pCy1Hr6pregy9nj8jx-2r29tt06MaUSGQzkipq2ZU8eTvqXQN99XUWEfioSTWNvrDij7qOLMYOyn4xLqix8juovysbX5BSjpq3HAU5C-niahuVPAX0bJeNjA0/s400/March29-bday+020.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">Fast asleep on the way to the lodge<br /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185910182497819666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTcAHaVmQm16sGPViNuDdgIqVzQaPbiJynojssaG19yu9xdgtPPlYlegd-c-wJYUZ79aJSpv57Bm0XbR2rE5m-YLNgMOsk-6WJkVz3mhQH-si2AfQO1x8FPxb6hckrsiOb9TadpeO5OP0/s400/March29-bday+025.jpg" border="0" /> <p align="center">Going for a walk after brunch</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185909967749454850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPQb-pzRv5kTa4O1S5A29i10gkmhFOFNdKUYT205JrPUXQGTXkV41-qdauyycV_N4FVSImqpnJ1KUrFqeMhIKOYgEMwlR6EQ2U9Z1GwTuMvqL7ELWQXGcJIlZoXIb1zGIyEs8nhY4r-Iw/s400/March30-bday+002.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center">Happy Birthday, Jeff<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxLYmn7XrqPf3YVvbkJgCfvMEBMsFxdECFyNXhdEHqLjFo9ilxEyXhpK2Dw8zk0gfP7mWpzgKb9-M9zNIwDvQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p align="center">Watch how we crash into Jeff at the end of this video.</p>sandy shalaby dubinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103136749911774423noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7412118676017548624.post-35723628749707136202008-03-26T14:40:00.000-07:002008-12-11T02:30:10.490-08:00Big Boy BedAbout 3 weeks ago we converted Asher's crib into a toddler bed. The good news is that he loves it and loves the fact that it's a "big boy bed". The bad news is that it really hasn't improved his sleep much. Meaning, Asher still wakes up every night and cries because he wants to come sleep in our bed (and we almost always cave in and let him). <div><br /><div>At first it seemed to be working; when he'd wake up at night, I'd just crawl in his bed with him, wait til he fell back asleep, and then sneak back to our room. But that didn't last. Now when I try to do that he cries and screams "Noooo...mama D bed!!" ("D" is his name for Jeff). So, like many other parents we know, we are hoping that this is just a phase and that eventually we'll be able to break him of this habit (or perhaps resort to bribery. Hee Hee)</div><br /><div>Aside from that, Asher is doing great. He is just so much fun and full of personality. He still loves to recite the alphabet (though he always seems to skip over "j k" and a few other letters), and now loves to count too (often it is "1, 2, 3, 4, 9..."). He's also really into singing and is actually getting pretty good at carrying a tune. His favorite songs are the basics, "Twinkle, Twinkle", "Wheels on the Bus", etc. though he also makes up his own silly songs and absolutely loves it when Jeff and I sing them too. Also, one of his all time favorite things to do is to sing "The Immigrant Song" by Led Zepplin with Jeff. As you might imagine, his daddy is so proud.</div><br /><div>Here are a few photos.</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182177374881258450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVu6K5VJG1cjvi4N22GejSRv2h7RrfjMaFwxx6h-q_5PSh8iksK8XqTZ9ZnNPdW7mG1WqREdLCLODH_R_p2wiTtP5UBU5zfdMaYs6WiXxTY79DXO_yi1-9YLUrcsJy9bVgERD2secVQAY/s400/March7+005a.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182177392061127650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhayQsWsWHhstguSroiRT0pNREAFyr0bq3mvonY_C1n2BU2tsdNnY2KAxkE6TSXuRj9nQ27CqaripWltGXCe-ou5bfW2wJfioFz49yxg-9_fA93zS_zKjaRqRYSqFpQf0iTQvRPwiRVNNY/s400/March7+001.jpg" border="0" />Asher acting goofy before bathtime.<br /><br /><div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182177400651062258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzkyWyU81OkGMY1x19EZQa4zIB0Z3tFjKRTJuQgATLbd3OlNBw3ekY_c6Xd01BvqOgB89skJI4PGFSYHuMdN2RIJRzMvYtGC-o-WVMyrrBsqDzCwhuwc0fEeSi-IgC0QWeOhJ7Z7YwqSM/s400/March23+004.jpg" border="0" />Asher looking cool in his new hat, in front of his big boy bed.<br /><br /><div> </div></div>sandy shalaby dubinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103136749911774423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7412118676017548624.post-5401348781762978952008-03-13T14:36:00.000-07:002008-03-17T15:33:42.935-07:00Short but SweetHere are a couple of short videos of Asher doing something he loves- playing with Play-Doh.<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxrJ7nPT5jGykZB-jJWBrPZuJKQp5JPoEt0kpILE_QJji-QNa6S0XA7W5FeL8W3xg-_Th4fTRB8QSEinDUhMA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzBPmThkF0zm7d6zIu4UQ3QCLdDWH49KRYgVzjS8EmPFgTwcky_ed6A5HlFkZuODH3jxEo43tBzEKTH-mnNow' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>sandy shalaby dubinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103136749911774423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7412118676017548624.post-36821281228668404022008-03-09T15:31:00.000-07:002008-12-11T02:30:10.825-08:00Toddler LaborOne of the great things about kids is that they don't typically know the difference between work and play. Just about anything could seem like a fun activity or an adventure to them. For instance, occasionally I put Asher next to me on the counter while I wash the dishes and I give him a couple of plastic cups and a sponge and he absolutely has a blast. Or if I ask him to help me move the clothes from the washer to the dryer and then push the button to start it, he just thinks it's the neatest thing.<br /><div><div><div><div>So last week I decided that we should wash our very filthy car. In a few minutes Asher was covered with bubbles and his clothes were soaking wet and of course he had a great time. He eventually lost interest but by that point the car was at least a bit more presentable .</div><div></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175937477165744642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYxSIiPMCjp-9bPUQnNYUlmoxZdk2_k-I8P99azjM78hOG_yakDEo2C3WY1FFKYZR1Ga3r6hy2Gr51MjiZJ2TUUSq26eON62KMF5LmiUN91z-h7UsLqTTxaOlPdp3ZnqQPD9v1bhfMuVw/s400/March6+001.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175936927409930722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_7vGJIllmJqrd36pR_qhwo79rgF_tn4ZYwd594jmkNV3XKS88yV6c4ErhtscantBZAMKuYt3uoYiEnKkm4llh4mBSZFMFGf5TCAB6evydpjcPCXhWQdxQJgTtXO1Lpu5Vw_Q_98sD8os/s400/March6+008.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175936283164836258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDpL55AJTi09lg9SEOLT3r5OGcn4yP-TcYWcy5IC5qcfaKb0-aL7w2rx_Rhar4LdDqH-vZaLMsnsGqv_PNu2EEeN4xuIwOw-CDhLzC9ZM1gl934rKiGgsfWnEDFsdroETRmt8h10UOAf8/s400/March6+010.jpg" border="0" /></div></div></div></div>sandy shalaby dubinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12103136749911774423noreply@blogger.com0