Out to Lunch- Be Back Soon

We're packing it up and heading out tomorrow morning. I will finally tear my toddler eyes away from this blog for a wonderful two-week hunting trip on Mount St. Helens. Be back soon! - Sim

Good friends

Here's a tribute to good friends over the globe. This is a pic of my good friend Aimee and I in the wee Saturday morning hours.

B-Ballin'

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Big Boston Bowne NewsFLASH
1. Mom got a new desk at work today. It's a soft robbin's egg blue colored Formica top. She's termed it the "blue desk of happiness."
2. Kelly, Ryan and V-girl move tomorrow!
3. I've been spending a lot of time naked. loving it. The pool is on the porch and I am the toddler equivalent of a hammer-head shark.
4. Tonight I was throwing ball with mom and dad. (Yes, I can spiral a football.) I even threw it backwards to mom and faked out dad. Eagles: I'm on my way.
5. Brother Bowne is now the length of a banana and can do the funky chicken on one leg, while drinking a coke Slurpee from 7-Eleven and yodeling (which is a testament to his lung strength considering the amniotic fluid).

Pictures from Matt & Brea's Wedding

The Veggy Shuffle

You're right Ryan.

Turns out that we thought that our "newbie not really" was a turnip, BUT ACTUALLY the kiddo swam straight through bell-pepper-hood and on into the heirloom tomato level of Super Mario.

It's a boy boy boy and we're happy happy happy.

The ultrasound looks safe and sweet and the little man is safety snug in soft tissue and fluid.

The vegetable reference above was to the fact that the ultrasound nurse informed us that based on all the measurements she took of the baby's brain, legs, arms, kidneys, etc., that the due date would actually be more like December 5th than the previously believed December 17th. That date means little for Mom and I but poor poppa's semester ends on December 10th.

All is well and we are blessed by God. A brute brood of boys we will be!

4th Bowne

Big news: 4th Bowne has sweat glands now and tomorrow I get to go to the hospital to see the ultrasound. We will hopefully be able to find out if the little guy is, in fact, a little guy (or gal).

Salem Willows

Remorse

Remorse hit this week and for the very first time, my parents noticed that I felt sorry for chucking something at someone else. It just might hurt.

I rubbed dad's head and looked with sympathetic eyes after my water cup hit his forehead.
I'm learning.


I think I am ready for the G8 summit.

Concentration (This is a long one!)

Worked Fire 2009

The DJ Beet Mixer

Beets and Cheerios.