Sunday, October 31, 2010
In our wholly unbiased opinion, Matthew is adorable. Stick him in an elephant costume and everything he does is 1000x more adorable and/or hilarious.
C'mon mom. Let's go!
Elephant ready to attack!
And another picture just because the costume is still hilarious from the back. I especially love the padding that gave him elephant hips and a butt! Soooo cute!
And though my camera battery died before I could catch him "dancing" around the shoe store, here's a clip of a boy on a trick or treat mission!
As it ended up rainy and gross this afternoon we opted to hit the mall for trick or treating. It was perfect for Matthew's dawdling and short attention span, plus he got to walk by himself most of the time. It took him a while to warm up but by the 4th or 5th store, he'd run to any stranger holding out candy. I'll consider that a sign of awesome parenting, or something :-) He was quite the hit and there are a few little old ladies in Bozeman who stopped to take his picture. The other benefit of mall trick or treating is that it didn't interfere with dinner/bedtime so now James and I get to put our feet up with some hot, fresh cider and fight over Matthew's candy. Happy Halloween everyone!
Then we took a tractor ride out to the pumpkin patch.
Matthew took his turn at "driving"
Technically they were "out" of pumpkins but had set aside a few for a birthday party that never showed. They were little, but the perfect size for Matthew.
Later that afternoon in my quest for carving pumpkins the day before Halloween (FAIL) I saw a mom and her two kids at the grocery store picking out "pumpkins" (small gourds). The poor boy couldn't comprehend that he was going to have to paint his "pumpkin" and they wouldn't be carving any because there were no pumpkins left in town. Thank goodness this year Matthew won't remember and I've learned my lesson. Even though it seemed silly at the time, I should have picked up pumpkins in Worland last weekend :-)
Once we finished up our hay ride we picked out a box of apples, then watched as our cider was pressed
The cider turned out delicious.
Afterward, I couldn' resist a caramel apple. As I was dipping my apple I thought "wow, this caramel is so smooth and creamy for sitting in the crock pot all morning . . . I wonder what their secret is". Turned out the secret was the caramel never, ever set, so it was a drippy gooey disastrous mess. Matthew shared some of daddy's and didn't seem to mind:
Sunday we headed out to Bozeman's Hay Maze which was incredibly cool. It was just before nap so we didn't take on the big maze, but Matthew enjoyed the little maze
and though he was hesitant at first, eventually enjoyed the cornbox. As I pulled corn out of every crease in his overalls when we got home, I was less amused.
Before we headed out we found some big pumpkins to use for a photo op. Even though these next three pics are very similar, I just couldn't pick a favorite :-)
And finally some pics with Mommy and Daddy.
Thursday, October 28, 2010
These two fabulous albums have an eclectic mix of Old Country photos as well as some pics from more recent cousins etc. The books had a slip of paper marked "Ron's Book" in them so I guess I should return them to dad at some point. I think maybe the paper was in a comic book and he slipped it into these gorgeous albums to keep me away :-) Photos in albums, even as poorly and oddly put together as these are, are far less intimidating to me than the boxes and piles of other pictures to which I'm determined to bring some sort of order, and failing miserably.
Anyway, Dad's letting me hold on to these albums for a while as I'm the one most likely to scan and share them, so here we go. As I was flipping through the album I came across this great picture. A little while later Grandma Elsie was flipping through the album and had the exact same reaction:
The twin on the left, looks just like his grandson does now, or more clearly, little Matt looks just like his grandpa Ron. The only difference is age as according to the back of the picture, Ron and Don were 32 months when it was taken :-). I'll try and get a good picture of Matthew's coy/shy/silly face this weekend so you all can judge for yourselves.
As I've probably noted before, the problem with many of these pics is that they are written in Slovenian. Google Translate helped me with this photo, but there's still a few hiccups.
Here the so called post an old picture that you will see a little pattern of notes out there when the crosshairs of course we dwell house is not visible when there is one crisis are now factory goods in another corner of the above cotton bookmark wave that little dot is a good way to Zbilje Quarter hours through gojzd to large dots. Zbilje not see
Basically, what I got is that they lived a ways from Zblije Quarter but somewhere where the picture is marked is where their house would have been. Now, if only the writer would have indicated whose house we're talking about. Maybe it's this one:
On the back in a similar style of cursive to the previous card:
"This is my notive(?) house in which you often go and in this house live my mother." - Poldi
Under this, in something closer to my grandma Jennie's handwriting but probably her mother's (Jennie Setina Majdic) it read:
"my aunt house / Poldi my cousin was born here. I use to play there"
And though I'm not certain this was also in front of the same house, there's something about our family lineage and proud pictures of dead pigs:
Here we jazt butcher husband and two firefighter kuhorca. Painted 12 March 1954And on the back of the picture below with oh, 6 family members, is only the text "toje Trine(?) Setina rojen l. 1866" and the last 3 words translate to "born in 1866". Then it lists the place it was taken very thoroughly as:
Zbilje it 55
And then there was this next photo which was taken in Pittsburgh, Kansas (which should theoretically limit the number of people it could be) and printed as a postcard. On the back it reads:
JS R.R. #1
I'm assuming J.S is Jennie Setina signing the card but the google translation of the Slovenian I could make out is "Here you have a greeting engagement Yañez"
And here's a photo I just adore. On the back it reads "Mare in Marje Setina" and was taken in 1955. I originally thought it might be my great, great grandmother (Marija Vhrhovnik Setina) and her oldest daughter, but the dates just don't make sense. So, my next guess is the older woman is Mary Setina (married Cuder), grandma Jennie's aunt. She would have been around 33 when the picture was taken. Based on another photo in the book, that is her daughter and she also had a son.
And finally, a picture just because baby bath pics are super cute and I have no idea who this is :-) Based on the fact it's in color, I'd guess it's one of Dad's cousins. Uncle Julius and Uncle Jerry only had boys and Uncle Jack only had girls. That leaves Uncle Bud or Grandma Jennie's families to claim this adorable pair. If it's Jennie's family I'd guess that's maybe Sharon and Ron but I'm not so certain it couldn't be a set of cousins . . . and then I'm back to not having a clue :-)
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
It's been a crazy week. Matthew pretty much recovered from his bout of bronchitis and our week got back to semi-normal with playdates, errands, daycare and lots of fun with the cats.
Matthew had his first dentist appointment. It went pretty well. He likes brushing his teeth. In fact he likes it so much he often will sign "more" when we take the toothbrush away.
Thursday we were supposed to head to grandma's but Matthew woke up with a fever. (Between daycare, winter, weaning and possible asthma) I feel like we've been battling one virus after another. Anyway, on Friday Matthew and I packed up and headed down to grandma's.
Matthew had an excellent drive down and for the first time EVER sleep through the night (twice) while traveling. Matthew's been a good sleeper at home but he is the world's crappiest sleeper when we travel, which then makes me a miserable zombie when I travel. This was heaven for me. We even headed outside and took a few fall pictures.
Unfortunately, when it came down to Monday afternoon Matthew's bronchitis-y cough was back with a vengeance. He then couldn't sleep and quickly became a cranky hot mess. This was what happened when we tried to get a picture with grandma. (Note to self: Next time take pictures with grandma in the mornings when Matthew's being all coy and adorable.)
Today was the worst travel day ever. Matthew's cough kept him up most all of last night and kept him from napping in the car as well which kept him super cranky again. The poor thing is miserable so hopefully the doctor will have some more guidance about these coughing spells tomorrow.
One of the big treats and pitfalls of our travel is our reliance on McDonalds. However, after trying a few other restaurants and fast food chains for stopping, there is something really nice about knowing that the McDonalds strategically placed in rural Montana and Wyoming always have a clean bathroom, a changing table (this is the big one!) and a high chair.
When we stopped for lunch there were 20 or so boys from the local high school wrestling team in the McD's. I watched the cliques of rednecks with their Carrharts and John Deere, cool kids with their spiked hair they think is so cool, the nerds discussing their classes with the chaperone and the shy kids in the corner practically whispering and I nearly broke down. One day, that will be Matthew, somewhere in that crowd. Thank god I have at least 11 more years to figure out how to raise a teenage boy . . . or at least 11 years to prepare for how to suffer through it.
As I'm having my moment of panic over the reality of Matthew one day becoming a teenager, I look over at Matthew enjoying his first Happy Meal of chicken nuggets and apple slices. He's now able to manipulate the cup of milk and straw on his own, as well as put the nuggets and apple bites back in the carton without dropping any on the floor or table. He's a big boy and aside from opening the containers, he handled his lunch all by himself while I was lost in my own head. I guess he's been doing it for a while but it really hit me today how grown up he is.
When all was said and done we made it home safe and sound, enjoying the dusting of snow on the conifers over Bozeman pass but not on the Interstate thankfully. Now we're both snuggled up in bed recovering and hoping for an uneventful evening so maybe we can be productive tomorrow and do something crazy like take my camera in to be repaired :-)
Monday, October 18, 2010
A year later, Matthew is a non-stop giggler/babbler/walker and silence is generally a cause of worry. Sure enough, on Sunday James headed to the bedroom to check on Matthew and I hear him shout "bring the camera."
Thursday, October 14, 2010
Saturday, October 9, 2010
And I when I wasn't looking, he stole my spoon. He really enjoyed it. Uncle Matt and Uncle Ed may be impressed and the rest of you may be grossed out. The spoon was the one I had used to spoon the bacon grease out of the pan and he had a hard time giving it up. He doesn't care for the texture of bacon right now, but I think he's pretty keen on the taste.
Later we went to the Raptor Fest up at the Ski Area. We met this great horned owl and red-tailed hawk who were imprinted by a families that "rescued" them and could not survive in the wild.
Matthew enjoyed it, pointing out the "Ai's" over and over. Right now anything that moves is an "ai" and even the cats have been demoted from "ats" to ai's"
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