tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11188456248321206282024-03-20T03:35:10.747-04:00it's the little thingsEVERY GOOD THING BESTOWED AND EVERY PERFECT GIFT IS FROM ABOVE, COMING DOWN FROM THE FATHER OF LIGHTS, WITH WHOM THERE IS NO VARIATION, OR SHADOW OF TURNING.....JAMES 1:17Jacki Dukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11480127802842834384noreply@blogger.comBlogger119125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1118845624832120628.post-40437488540423256812014-05-24T18:32:00.000-04:002014-05-24T18:32:43.178-04:00the hardest parts<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">I probably wouldn’t have chosen what we’re being required to walk through. You don’t plan for your life to unfold in such a messy way that you spend years trying to find your bearings, only to find you don’t have any in and of yourself. It’s hard pill to swallow when you realize that raising a strong child with sensory processing disorder is a day in, day out struggle to maintain your sanity and easy will probably never define that relationship. Hard to not feel guilty for receiving the grace God gives through the personality of another child and trying to maintain the balance. Hard to walk through daily motherhood and not end up laying in bed at night feeling like a total failure. Hard to walk beside your husband through the uncharted territory of the Lord turning your life upside down in jobs, your home, security…knowing He’s calling you out to the place He will show you but you’re not being allowed to see it...yet. Hard to live through uncertain months and, through many tears, get to the place of letting go of thinking you can hold any of it together anyway. Hard to embrace the challenging beauty in seeing the Lord respond to our trust and steps of faith while losing loved ones along the way. Hard to be motivated to finish the bittersweet job of getting our house ready to go on the market…less than 3 months before our third baby will join our family. Hard to prepare to leave with no idea where we are being led. I’m not gonna lie, it’s just been months of plain hard.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">The good thing about so many things being up in the air is that you have no choice but to rely on the Lord. All of the things I am facing are too big for me. Especially in the midst of pregnancy hormones. Living in limbo will certainly test what you’re made of…and, <strike>at times</strike> most of the time, show you your worst self. The reason I keep going is because of Jesus. Never before have I known how much I need Him. He sends encouragement, provision, and more grace just when I think I can’t hold on for another minute. We have gotten to experience miracles and joys on this path that can’t come any other way than being in a place of total desperation and dependence. While I wouldn’t have chosen these hard places, I’m learning to be thankful for them. I imagine it must be frustrating for the Lord to work in someone’s life that seems to always find a way to muscle through on their own. Releasing control of it all hasn’t come without a fight. But even in the midst of quieting anxiety, hanging on to promises and lots of deep breaths, I have a hope and excitement for what lies ahead. Knowing that He is thinking of each of us in this little family and knows just what we need. </span></div>
Jacki Dukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11480127802842834384noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1118845624832120628.post-8252705169775315302012-03-24T15:46:00.004-04:002012-03-24T15:53:44.393-04:00the littles.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:130%;">STELLA</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'trebuchet ms';"> (a week before her first birthday)</span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHBldgk62jYsYgQYZJKjoDQoLD1OUwgXBYucVUGc939x7fKdIOODn1-tarld9ozVHuKx2d1tsOUyWCY5ukpCuHuauoh5P1OYMLUUaxWocRAGdlAnMWL5mq8WgCyqKXTmaqpoblYDIBTB8C/s1600/photo-3.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHBldgk62jYsYgQYZJKjoDQoLD1OUwgXBYucVUGc939x7fKdIOODn1-tarld9ozVHuKx2d1tsOUyWCY5ukpCuHuauoh5P1OYMLUUaxWocRAGdlAnMWL5mq8WgCyqKXTmaqpoblYDIBTB8C/s320/photo-3.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723552862573276066" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';font-size:130%;">STETSON </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">(turning 4 in May)</span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOI1mArkG0wro_mRLBd8ImkNEn3_bwi3bFc4szEnfpglOfZfovRGOxym3gxiVa5BrLA_dluK8kqRxrSYsqveX-Roi6S_m1nFfv9944rmKGUSVdCI6vAhmV_Sbxs5N6zYX29vpFpNjqomY_/s1600/photo-2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOI1mArkG0wro_mRLBd8ImkNEn3_bwi3bFc4szEnfpglOfZfovRGOxym3gxiVa5BrLA_dluK8kqRxrSYsqveX-Roi6S_m1nFfv9944rmKGUSVdCI6vAhmV_Sbxs5N6zYX29vpFpNjqomY_/s320/photo-2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723552853782288578" /></a><br /></div>Jacki Dukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11480127802842834384noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1118845624832120628.post-16335362460947950972012-03-24T14:14:00.005-04:002012-03-24T15:41:48.264-04:00our crazy little life.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;">So James left for the first leg of John Mark's spring tour and I found myself sick as a dog, at home with my kids, with 2 1/2 weeks to go...I guess one way the Lord reveals to me how much I need Him (& others) is when I find myself completely unable to get it together in any way, shape, or form...I usually go into a certain "let's get this done/single mom" mode when James is traveling and if I start running out of steam, it's usually the last few days he's gone...however, this time I started off with no steam...I spent the first week sick, with a cold-turned-sinus infection, and the second week on antibiotics, trying to recover...it was miserable...before I finally went to the doctor, I was having daily meltdowns, feeling like a failure and completely unable to pull it together...after a few come-aparts (over the course of a week) on the phone with James, he suggested I go stay with his parents so I could have some help with the kids (mainly Stetson)...I finally conceded to the fact that I physically couldn't continue the way I was and agreed to go...so the next day we went to grandpa & mimi's house...it was such an ordeal to get there that day---Stetson having school, going to the doctor, packing us up, picking up medicine & sitting in traffic---that part of me wanted to say forget it, we'll stay home...but I pushed through and we eventually made it...and it was as if the Lord, Himself, had rescued me...I have never been so grateful for help in my life...we ended up staying with them for 5 days and it really was God's grace to me...my shoulders felt like a thousand pounds had been lifted off...and after a week of being home with the kids alone, even just eating dinner with other adults and hanging out after the kids were in bed was such a gift...I think it's safe to say that Jesus and my in-laws saved my sanity...and I learned that sometimes you just need help and it's okay...I think the fact that I don't work outside my home makes me feel like I shouldn't need help...all I have to do is take care of my kids and husband and run our whole life, right?! Ha! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;">On that note, it's been a year now since I have officially been a stay-at-home-mom...(my little star is almost 1!)...and I can honestly say it has been WONDERFUL and it has been HARD...it completely changed our family dynamic going from 2 working parents to 1...and through that I feel like the Lord has done things in my heart in the past year that probably wouldn't have happened if I had not been at home...I still feel half-crazy running around tending to 2 kids...but the Lord has so beautifully used this simpler time in our life to begin to open my eyes to things that need to change in me...it has not been easy...but after wrestling with some of these issues long enough (some for days, others for years), I was finally able to let go and the Lord could begin changing me in those areas...I am so thankful for all the ways I have seen the Lord's hand on our little family and even more convinced than ever that I can't make it without Jesus.</span></div>Jacki Dukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11480127802842834384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1118845624832120628.post-45120981375471091602012-01-21T21:12:00.002-05:002012-01-21T21:39:26.024-05:00nine month old duchess.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZOk_52tg-ymaL_v7mnnYanJZDOmVaHZmCwD1BEjmsyDzIJbMv-lQZ2A6SMvtPf4hG7QgFuSLPEzzMNYP0Sf8GHDR5vQOhXFlhwZZSHPQvYk4TUFi28nDQr0K9Anb_0jzuXRrJCniXoXVA/s1600/photo-1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZOk_52tg-ymaL_v7mnnYanJZDOmVaHZmCwD1BEjmsyDzIJbMv-lQZ2A6SMvtPf4hG7QgFuSLPEzzMNYP0Sf8GHDR5vQOhXFlhwZZSHPQvYk4TUFi28nDQr0K9Anb_0jzuXRrJCniXoXVA/s400/photo-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700275022402220146" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';font-size:100%;">stella is now 17 lbs, 4 oz and 27 inches long...her weight and height are both in the 25th-50th percentile range (and her head is still in the 90th percentile :))...she is still babbling a lot...just started signing eat...has started eating much more table food...has dropped another nursing feeding (only 3 a day now)...loves to see herself in a mirror...when I pick her up out of her bed she holds her arms out toward the mirror in her room and when I take her over to it she waves and waves at herself...such a sweetie...we're starting to work on her drinking out of a cup since I'm planning to wean her after she turns one...she's still not making any strides toward crawling but our pediatrician said at her check-up that she (like stetson) is focusing more on talking and fine motor skills...he said we can probably count on her walking around 15 months...so (unlike with stetson) instead of worrying about it, I finally feel like I can just enjoy her in this stage where she is happy playing on a blanket...she did work herself from a sitting to tummy position the other day but once she got there she started crying...and she will eventually start scooting backwards when she's having tummy time...but other than that she is just happy as a bug sitting and playing...and I am thoroughly enjoying all the smiles, waves, babbles, pointing, and laughing...this is such a sweet age and I'm trying not to think about that she'll be one in a couple of months...(however I can't wait to plan a girly birthday party!)</span></div>Jacki Dukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11480127802842834384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1118845624832120628.post-47601942076188432192011-12-22T23:27:00.003-05:002011-12-23T00:19:54.998-05:00thankful.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; ">I love Christmastime...and now that I'm a mama, it definitely makes me wanna be more festive...decorations, christmas music, cookies, crafts...this year has been the most fun. I think because Stetson is at the age where he understands more, gets excited about opening presents, etc. He had a birthday party for Jesus at preschool (where he told me "we had a cake for him") and didn't have a clue who Santa was on the TV the first time he saw him...(ME: Who is that, Stetson? STETSON: Joseph or somping? ME: No... STETSON: Ewijah?)...Ha! The only place he has seen white bearded men is in his children's bible. :) This moment made me laugh and pleased at the same time. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Aside from all the normal 3 year old make-you-crazy-behavior, Stetson is pretty spectacular. His memory is astounding. He remembers everything. Musicians, songs, tunes, VEHICLES (his obsession), directions when we're in the car (he knows what parts of town all our friends/fam live, stores we go to, etc), shapes, letters, numbers...we are continually amazed. He's learning to write and is already becoming interested in reading (he's always asking "what does that say?" about anything with writing on it). I love watching his little brain work. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">One of our latest discoveries of a way to help him manage some of his emotions has been to use a timer...on the regular. Almost "quiet time", almost bedtime, almost time to leave someone's house...he responds really well to it. Now he asks most of the time for us to set the timer. I can appreciate needing to know what's up and being mentally prepared. ;)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">MY LITTLE STAR...oooooooooh my little beauty. She is babbling up a storm, still all smiles, rolling around (mostly in her bed), scooting backward a little, jumping in the johnny jump up...(Stetson was a few months behind on gross motor skills so I'm waiting to see how it all unfolds with her)...like him, she is already very dexterous...feeding herself really well and even not wanting me to put cheerios in her mouth for her! Today, I told Stella to say hey to her daddy and she looked at him and waved for the first time...and once again, I was a goner. GAH! She is too preshie for words. She also was being held by one of her uncles and wanted me and leaned toward me with her arms out and said "mama". Talk about melting my heart. Stetson was never really like that with me. He would want me to hold him but he wasn't near as attached to me. I have to say, one thing I love about having kids is that, having always loved babies, I've waited my whole life to have one want ME! On days like today when my daughter just wants me and says mama to me for the first time, it is a guilty pleasure and a great joy. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">This December has been the least stressful one I've had in years. I think mainly because it's my first year not working and December is a salon's busiest month. So I've been able to somewhat leisurely shop throughout the month...have plenty of time with my little family...watch lots of Christmas movies with James...enjoy wrapping gifts & making treats...instead of trying to cram all of these things into my days off work and being exhausted all the time. I especially enjoy late in the evening, after the kids are in bed...usually in the midst of picking up around the house, dealing with the last bit of dishes, etc...sitting down for a bit in a quiet house, with the christmas lights making everything homey, some delicious hot chocolate in hand, and being reminded of how blessed I am. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">So thankful.</span></div>Jacki Dukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11480127802842834384noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1118845624832120628.post-84871264202418161422011-12-16T23:31:00.006-05:002011-12-17T01:24:33.476-05:00Perspective.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">When I re-read my last post, it almost makes me laugh...<i>almost</i>. </span><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">So much has changed in our lives since then...I shortly thereafter discovered I was pregnant with Stella...had a fairly non-eventful (aside from having gestational diabetes, being on an EXTREMELY strict diet, and having to give myself insulin shots) pregnancy that flew by...as I imagine all but the first pregnancies do...and she was born via scheduled c-section on March 28th at 7:40 a.m...7 lbs, 11 oz and 19 3/4 in of the sweetest little bundle of all things delightful...that said, the past almost 9 months have gone by in a blink. Once we got past the sleepless nights (she slept through the night for the first time at 6 weeks and then consistently ever since the day she turned 9 weeks...same age Stetson started sleeping through the night), life with Stella on board has added another layer of love and joy to my heart and soul. She is truly a delight. Can't think of a better word for her. I think she came out with a smile on her face. The only thing she means serious business about is her eatin'...and I can't blame her. ;) I didn't go back to work after she was born...it has been an adjustment in more ways than one...but it has also been my heart's desire for most of my life. So...I'm LOVING it...even when I'm exhausted, stressed out, lonely, and half crazy. I love it. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">My experience with Stella has been a bit different than it was with Stetson...mainly because I didn't return to work, I have exclusively breastfed (which means I live my life in (now) 4 hour increments between feedings), I'm making all of her babyfood...and now we're giving cloth diapering a try (which has been a great experience so far!)...so I have definitely been embracing being a stay-at-home-mom when it comes to caring for and snuggling my sweet little star. You would think the new baby would be the one that has been a lot of work...but she has been God's grace to me this year.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">And then there's my fantastic 3 1/2 year old. Wow. If I had only known what was in store for me when I last posted about him wanting to use the potty. Ha! If I remember correctly, that lasted for about 2 weeks. So...as anyone with a son knows...boys quickly evolve into wild little creatures. Stetson changed so much between 2 and 3. He went to mother's morning out twice a week. He started talking more. And more. And more. And climbing everything. And jumping off everything. And reaching the age where you feel like you spend most of your time trying to keep them safe. :/ </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">And then he turned 3. And it got even crazier. Our beloved pediatrician forewarned us at his 3 year check-up that it can be a hard age...especially if they're verbal...and he most definitely is. My plan had been to start potty training after his third birthday...Stella would be around for a few months by then...maybe he would be adjusted...he would be old enough to know what was up...HA!!! Needless to say, this past summer was one of the hardest of my life because of those two little words. POTTY TRAINING. Where are the children who genuinely just have to get the hang of it, figure it out, and then are so happy to do it for you? I don't have one of those. Oh no...that would be too easy. He knew exactly what to do....how to do it...when to do it...and was even staying dry all night. But he meant he was gonna stick it to us. It was a summer filled with lots of poop and pee clean-ups...lots of tears from both of us...lots of stress for me because he had to be potty trained to go to preschool. It was another one of those things where I was really glad at the beginning that I didn't know what I was in for. Yikes. So there was that. And there has been MUCH sassing..."don't say that to me"...much challenging our EVERY word and/or threat...this kid is gonna be quite the leader...can't wait to see what the plan for his life entails. Yes, 3 has been the most challenging age I've yet to experience. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">But it has also been full of many new and fun stages...so much more independence...picking out clothes, getting dressed, FINALLY being potty trained, singing songs, knowing the alphabet, counting, learning to write (trace) letters and numbers, fixing his own snacks/drinks, being a good little helper, overcoming some fears (mainly the vacuum and small appliances), loving being the "door holder" for me, using whatever he can find to be his "phone" that he texts from, takes pictures with, makes calls from, and charges...really just acting so much like a tiny adult (or should I say teenager?) that it is hilarious. Lots of pretending. Lots of precious moments being hilarious, curious, sensitive, sweet and loving...in the midst of all the screaming, crying fits and meltdowns because HE wants to buckle his own car seat, open the car door, etc. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">Stetson simply adores his daddy. And he has been mostly sweet to Stella...just a little too rough sometimes. However, he unfortunately has a love/hate relationship with me. He is a man's man. If James isn't home, he's sweet to me and accepts me being the one to see about him. If James IS home...he makes no bones about it...he pretty much doesn't want me for anything. This has not been easy to swallow. And has made this third year difficult for me to navigate emotionally. He is not a mama's boy. He wants his daddy...all the time. He doesn't even want me to look at him if he gets hurt ("you can't see me wike dis"). James is really working with him on how to treat his mama (PTL) and I have definitely (and finally) started seeing some improvement...so that has been encouraging. Don't get me wrong, I love that he adores his daddy so much. I want him to be a man's man. But I am really asking the Lord to help me manage this, too. It's hard for my heart.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';">It's been a lot, this year. A new baby, recovering from major surgery, a 3 year old boy, potty training, husband away on a 7 week tour this fall...I'd say I've had my work cut out for me. But, you know what? I survived...by the grace of God. And I learned a lot. About loving when it's easy to love and especially when it's not. About leaving dishes in the sink and playing with your kids. About checking on other people when you're feeling really lonely. About realizing what your own needs are and speaking up. And, of course, I messed up A LOT. And I pretty much have realized I may never (will never) have it all together at the same time. And it'll be ok. Let's just I hope I don't do any permanent damage to those in my household in the process. ;)</span></div>Jacki Dukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11480127802842834384noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1118845624832120628.post-81717577993067606002010-07-09T15:51:00.003-04:002010-07-09T16:09:51.803-04:00our big boy.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:medium;">before i forget...stetson has decided he's ready to start using the potty...now, i seriously wasn't planning on even thinking about potty training until maybe next spring when he turns 3...however, apparently, he is ready now. for months he has been letting me know when he goes in his diaper...he would just make eye contact with me and pat the front of his diaper...even occasionally saying tee-tee or poop. and then for the past month or so he has been pulling on his diaper alot acting like it bothers him. and then last weekend there were a couple of days that every time he wet his diaper in the least, he would pull on it, say "biper" and want a new one....even yelling "biper" before we can get to him when he wakes up in the morning. so after a couple of conversations with some of my clients who have done this several times, they all informed me that he is most definitely ready. tuesday night after i got home from work and he was about to go to bed, i asked him if wanted to sit on the potty and he was more than happy to...and after about 15 minutes of sitting, he tee-teed...lots of clapping and an m&m. the next night after i got home from work, same thing but it happened a lot faster...he only sat there for a few minutes. then yesterday when i was here all day with him, i sat him on the potty a couple of times and nothing happened. but before his nap i took him to the potty again and, lo and behold, he tee-teed AND pooped!! what???!!! LOTS AND LOTS of clapping and 2 m&ms. so far today, he has tee-teed once on the potty (and immediately starting saying yay and clapping himself)....but i am in shock...because i've been coming up with a plan to start officially potty training in a couple of weeks...when we can be at home for a good week and just put him in underwear, take him to the potty all day, etc....i just can't believe he's done any of this without much effort on my part. i have to admit, i'm a little scared. i keep having visions of him soaking everything everywhere we go. but maybe it won't be as bad as i'm picturing. he seems to be catching on pretty quickly and is definitely encouraged when m&ms are in sight. nevertheless, this has been a monumental week at the duke household. here goes nothing...</span></div>Jacki Dukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11480127802842834384noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1118845624832120628.post-55542504597343494612010-06-13T20:59:00.005-04:002010-06-13T21:37:24.639-04:002 years old!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7S5njB9UxA9_TO-gmpHQnMm1r4gZpWukE24Q_a1uqJ6OzI0CYana_4MxbnkMVGr5nqJPI-cAlJnAG1ONE6Z2BzPfutSCUdXd6mCumiOkCyU3llLnJqMF1btOrl1S3ZDNIgX7fNxFAG0E8/s1600/DSC_0080_lo.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7S5njB9UxA9_TO-gmpHQnMm1r4gZpWukE24Q_a1uqJ6OzI0CYana_4MxbnkMVGr5nqJPI-cAlJnAG1ONE6Z2BzPfutSCUdXd6mCumiOkCyU3llLnJqMF1btOrl1S3ZDNIgX7fNxFAG0E8/s320/DSC_0080_lo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482433748037911362" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} 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src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVkecjSjV1LsssSkcml7bEE42UYIo9mxBKSDKNJnW2JS0KBvbcPv1ZJWXHa5M619CNXADo_bVp7E7RufwICUFvXcZOZnvtFNXFiVSIRMlavNq3OnS5ZfNbiG59PR6u8LYlhyphenhyphenwJlcfPXzqD/s320/DSC_0114_lo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482433729460095826" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg12DFJq8im8a2gLR9sWQ7dhWPhZ_fXgKa7yqe4S_gkYdfH5Sj9qdiG8rcSDewEaAR158rYmrEXOQ16JRtamUajdtFPd2j06nDgx34IPoIS4-VLLK-EI7Z8u7DDCotoAIohC8TdBAYhczih/s1600/DSC_0080_lo.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></span></span></span></div></span></span></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">wow...where to begin...stetson turned 2 a few weeks ago...may 27th to be exact...and it seems that he is blossoming overnight...everyday there's a new word...a couple of weeks ago, he could just all of the sudden name 9 colors(!!!)...it's been amazing to watch...he had his 2 year well-check last week...he's doing great...doing everything he's supposed to...he had grown over 4 inches in the last 6 months...35 1/4 inches (75th percentile) and 25 lbs, 8 1/2 oz (still 10-25th percentile)...we've got a little string bean on our hands...i had to get him new shoes last week...every 3 months rolls around right regular...he's wearing size 6 now...he's just turning more and more into a little boy and not a baby...and of course, because he's talking more now, the communication makes a lot of things a lot easier...for instance, if i'm trying to figure out what he will eat for a meal (eating has been our struggle...he's a bit picky to say the least...he won't even eat a ritz bitz if the crackers aren't lined up perfectly) and i name different foods, he will let me know which one he wants...this has been most helpful so that i'm not constantly making him food he won't eat....but since he is off whole milk now, his appetite has increased dramatically...he's still not a big fan of anything red, yellow, or orange...(although he has eaten a few strawberries in the last couple of months and he will drink orange juice)...but he will eat things that are green...so some of his current faves are cucumber, green bell pepper, celery, green beans, black beans, RICE---#1 fave, chicken, cheese (just tried orange cheese for the first time this week), yogurt, toast, peanut butter sandwich....and he's starting to try more things, which is wonderful...he is finally not afraid of balloons anymore, but he is now obsessed with wanting them when he sees them...thankfully the grocery store (& chick-fil-a) gives them away for free...he still LOVES to be outside--and we have the mosquito bites to prove it!...he loves to eat breakfast on the screened porch (pursh) and rock in the rocking chairs out there...he still loves his legos...he plays with them every day...best $15 i think we ever spent...he got a lot of toys for his birthday so i've been trying to go through and make room for his new things...he actually ate 2 bites of birthday cake (last year he gagged when he tasted it) but had to have a fork...he doesn't like his hands to be sticky...we just had a little party at our house...he seemed pretty oblivious that it was for him...he was just happy to be carrying around balloons...this has been a crazy month for our little family...james has been traveling for almost a month...he left may 22nd and will be home june 17th...this has been quite a stretch for us...we're down to the last few days and i am ready to have him back in our everyday life...stetson has changed so much since he left...i can't wait to have him home so he can hear all the new words...i have had a lot of help from family while he's been away (shout-out to mama, dan & marti, aunt holly, and sunni & kate for all their help)...it has been great to have help for all the days i have had to work...the summer is just going by so fast and i know it will be september before we know it and he'll be going to his little school 2 days a week...but i think he is definitely ready...he is very interested in playing with other kids now and i'm sure he's gonna love it....for now, i'm trying to enjoy every moment i have with him.</span></div>Jacki Dukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11480127802842834384noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1118845624832120628.post-55194486074122958012010-04-21T23:24:00.004-04:002010-04-21T23:42:41.173-04:00time keeps passing.too much catching up to do....i keep putting this off 'til i can get the photos on here but i'm gonna forget how fast stetson is changing. he will be 2 next month...can't believe it! he is still such a joy...such a fun age...unfortunately coincides with meltdowns. he is trying to say new words every day. it's so weird and awesome when they all of the sudden say a word you can understand. he sings ALOT. mainly twinkle, twinkle. he is a busy little bee to say the least. loves to play outside. loves to play with his legos...he's getting really good at building things. starting to get into coloring...he holds a crayon like an adult holds a pen and knows how to hold the paper so it won't move when he's scribbling. no more high chair. he wants to sit at the table like a big boy. no more laying down to drink his milk before naptime and bedtime...is getting really interested in books...he picks one or two out to read before bed. he no longer cries when we leave him in the nursery or with babysitters (there was a 3 or 4 month span where it was terrible). he gets bored more often at home...some mornings even while eating breakfast he starts saying "bye bye". but last spring/summer/fall he wasn't walking so we couldn't really go to parks and whatnot. looking forward to letting him run wild and play this year. we also go to discovery place on a regular basis to let him play in the "kidscience" room...he absolutely loves it! another cute moment...his easter basket is a horse and when he saw it easter morning, he kissed it on the nose! so precious! he loved getting a piece of candy out of each egg. he is so sweet, precious, funny, stubborn, strong-willed, busy, and delightful. it still rips my heart out every time i have to be away from him. we lost our 2nd little one 6 weeks ago and it helped my heart so much to have stetson around. it's hard not to be happy when you're with him (that is, unless he's pitching a fit). hoping for another little one to come our way soon.Jacki Dukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11480127802842834384noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1118845624832120628.post-88026724157684708892010-01-30T16:21:00.002-05:002010-01-30T16:28:26.051-05:00winter wonderland.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">it started snowing yesterday afternoon, so this is what we woke up to today. i love it! i always hope we'll see snow at least once a winter. and charlotte basically shuts down so everyone gets to stay home and enjoy it. (i was supposed to work today.) stetson, of course, LOVED going outside and pitched quite a fit when we had to come in...but it was freezing out there and his poor little cheeks were getting redder by the minute.</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB4sI2ArCoR7d5MiNFJnMrKFqnWxJlHS0Km9AjOm_3T24DhxWIsGM1GLj9k7zZjy4dnzRDINg5R5BLcSMTVihXJT4lHoO4R0AdOdD6WDv7k_JyBrzkjjo0HGFFWrsxZnzyj-8puxcD5kf_/s1600-h/SP_A0257.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB4sI2ArCoR7d5MiNFJnMrKFqnWxJlHS0Km9AjOm_3T24DhxWIsGM1GLj9k7zZjy4dnzRDINg5R5BLcSMTVihXJT4lHoO4R0AdOdD6WDv7k_JyBrzkjjo0HGFFWrsxZnzyj-8puxcD5kf_/s320/SP_A0257.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432646857923434066" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSYo6s2yE5Z0sSl9IXQ2WSd2wLKdf0btZka7ZEe51oYVuKXawhF0Lv_HI_toa3BJduRSOaJG61yK9DeahtrhNfjYkbJZrtRkbOKLrOtWiPYWIHLIHc1TPIci8g21_MajHfRcO842hNuPGO/s1600-h/SP_A0254.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSYo6s2yE5Z0sSl9IXQ2WSd2wLKdf0btZka7ZEe51oYVuKXawhF0Lv_HI_toa3BJduRSOaJG61yK9DeahtrhNfjYkbJZrtRkbOKLrOtWiPYWIHLIHc1TPIci8g21_MajHfRcO842hNuPGO/s320/SP_A0254.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432646852088693442" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Zgr7FdsSZdWtjGzakJt6x07eXVMcp03goApStPpgo1MEuM0HTMbs5L4dSiZxhlySfco8duZSZ4HaZU2j-L32sFpg_F-NYXyEMnSlA4Eu86YO0nSj7UygMwu9XZDNjLmx0UE7LQGJN9OO/s1600-h/SP_A0253.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Zgr7FdsSZdWtjGzakJt6x07eXVMcp03goApStPpgo1MEuM0HTMbs5L4dSiZxhlySfco8duZSZ4HaZU2j-L32sFpg_F-NYXyEMnSlA4Eu86YO0nSj7UygMwu9XZDNjLmx0UE7LQGJN9OO/s320/SP_A0253.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432646846977640178" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirnzADRIwK5KrX8WebLTs_xetejNc6S9KxLE1NFc-lV3voVcoOB7SKsk5vwiygkGuHru7oRCLdQm6pnrz8s2TRJVfqElMphpoQyF2QVjWDtJoiyTyC7IfMoHv9eiOKGgad51PMhKQrWRRk/s1600-h/snowday.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirnzADRIwK5KrX8WebLTs_xetejNc6S9KxLE1NFc-lV3voVcoOB7SKsk5vwiygkGuHru7oRCLdQm6pnrz8s2TRJVfqElMphpoQyF2QVjWDtJoiyTyC7IfMoHv9eiOKGgad51PMhKQrWRRk/s320/snowday.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432646844061273890" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikuReEsGcNYU1w_qGhe2HuVD6pg0dySiUQUuGsq8KSWKABe5uLfjYapguR9c2STJzjYrqLUQTqmzyHakYHC6NfkoFLFwj9_jl8DRZZFQ6j8HgYy06Ro_oVSIFAEOdTLPouXFaBLajJK7j9/s1600-h/photo-15.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikuReEsGcNYU1w_qGhe2HuVD6pg0dySiUQUuGsq8KSWKABe5uLfjYapguR9c2STJzjYrqLUQTqmzyHakYHC6NfkoFLFwj9_jl8DRZZFQ6j8HgYy06Ro_oVSIFAEOdTLPouXFaBLajJK7j9/s320/photo-15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432646841127245362" /></a>Jacki Dukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11480127802842834384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1118845624832120628.post-65209844861072027302010-01-21T14:41:00.003-05:002010-01-21T14:56:08.783-05:00big brother.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">things are getting interesting around here....stetson has reached a whole new level of getting into everything. we have been amazed. and now we must baby proof the kitchen cabinets. all this time and he never even tried to open any cabinets or drawers. not so much anymore. his favorite cabinet, of course, is the one with all the cleaning supplies. he loves those spray bottles. and can only spray it on himself. (which he did with anti-bacterial counter spray the other day when james was home with him...luckily it was all on his shirt and not his face or mouth....we have since turned the nozzles to "off".) and today i tied the cabinet doors together with a scarf. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">this is only the beginning, i know...it should make for an interesting year...toddlerhood, potty training (at some point), mother's morning out (in the fall), and another baby in september. all of this is exciting/overwhelming.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf4QZJ85_jCr-p8lNHChXXwHhicPUh38Pdtwe7bnnMxE_pvTO9kZN6oTSS7ojJJbuPBlXYGI7Ng4dV5PqQ9XjF6Sd-Er-UJBZrQq9kdBEQME1S_iVrrh40Wcp1d4x-Nhm_xe_CjQqRYOGH/s1600-h/Photo+on+2010-01-19+at+11.29+%233.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf4QZJ85_jCr-p8lNHChXXwHhicPUh38Pdtwe7bnnMxE_pvTO9kZN6oTSS7ojJJbuPBlXYGI7Ng4dV5PqQ9XjF6Sd-Er-UJBZrQq9kdBEQME1S_iVrrh40Wcp1d4x-Nhm_xe_CjQqRYOGH/s320/Photo+on+2010-01-19+at+11.29+%233.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429280779686083794" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">the adorable culprit (excuse the runny nose)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;"><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1RetuD_LgKrDMPL_DzrL9vb33jEXx6wKni4HHigGTspxMGlbQDiqXWg_9z6VKaOqZa-WKTKk1pFfSQa279ee0zqM0jWrJ8qedlgmSIhcT8ZYyPkQrFS9tMfjTBqMxP_26tzsgP5yup7Ia/s1600-h/Photo+on+2010-01-19+at+11.27+%236.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1RetuD_LgKrDMPL_DzrL9vb33jEXx6wKni4HHigGTspxMGlbQDiqXWg_9z6VKaOqZa-WKTKk1pFfSQa279ee0zqM0jWrJ8qedlgmSIhcT8ZYyPkQrFS9tMfjTBqMxP_26tzsgP5yup7Ia/s320/Photo+on+2010-01-19+at+11.27+%236.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429280779111990210" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">the loves of my life.</span></div>Jacki Dukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11480127802842834384noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1118845624832120628.post-2422378768203257042010-01-08T11:02:00.002-05:002010-01-08T11:07:34.475-05:00little gentleman.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguFxVUI5POqq3JhBhLgrsds6Kg6ujndJo94FnzxQjW3B56LtMzmQK0_h1YOERf3AF6VZC3kWQUWrdt6Uegt3mDH9CMjKVFdlQGR7orV-Bh-L-93l28AFm3khyphenhyphenGSPbVAVeY3o2ZsUC3-EGJ/s1600-h/photo-17.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguFxVUI5POqq3JhBhLgrsds6Kg6ujndJo94FnzxQjW3B56LtMzmQK0_h1YOERf3AF6VZC3kWQUWrdt6Uegt3mDH9CMjKVFdlQGR7orV-Bh-L-93l28AFm3khyphenhyphenGSPbVAVeY3o2ZsUC3-EGJ/s320/photo-17.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424400317201269874" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">we went to amelie's (a really cute and delish bakery) on monday with james' parents and friend mark. a little post birthday lunch. (james' bday was sunday) stetson was really good and loved sitting in this chair-it spinned around.</span></div>Jacki Dukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11480127802842834384noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1118845624832120628.post-87116032401325988262010-01-08T10:51:00.003-05:002010-01-08T11:02:28.101-05:00christmas.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQWm4wyXtSxzFXQwzmMKMP80-qaivFsi0YqNpc11IyEPRchzqvYb7qZksbJTbJ-cbkTen7rkNPpBosGiR5-fqiOo2Vn81H6kYtT_wxUmpRY8d3q3wwSxbpohDth1PyD3V-mp16_kfqjApx/s1600-h/photo-13.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQWm4wyXtSxzFXQwzmMKMP80-qaivFsi0YqNpc11IyEPRchzqvYb7qZksbJTbJ-cbkTen7rkNPpBosGiR5-fqiOo2Vn81H6kYtT_wxUmpRY8d3q3wwSxbpohDth1PyD3V-mp16_kfqjApx/s320/photo-13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424397698267571714" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">he just figured out he can blink voluntarily & he was super happy about getting this little car!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwJmWwFr-9SgUTwhwa1SpZm_Cd6tNib_ST5g4D7FvMkGJNdJdR1qgKUioW2A7EG-EYVWKA_E-k9_fyROyCtFO4rz5KoVZyPq8g7KhlstGoJvlcj8c79kpIGQK0VtmNSFRLkR6k2-Z81qGp/s1600-h/photo-14.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwJmWwFr-9SgUTwhwa1SpZm_Cd6tNib_ST5g4D7FvMkGJNdJdR1qgKUioW2A7EG-EYVWKA_E-k9_fyROyCtFO4rz5KoVZyPq8g7KhlstGoJvlcj8c79kpIGQK0VtmNSFRLkR6k2-Z81qGp/s320/photo-14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424397692524738114" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">thanks mimi & big daddy! </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-74Yjsgvn6ha4VQMrlav28V32XnBJAzFQSH3yRTHsa7kPvPbdhMMu7YBXTx_NndaTI8BpJtUX3Ys9G-544YFN5_qiumJfSs8rV543us847OEt8vmE-JoGAEAm-oCxxGBj1f1xZOXBMh_S/s1600-h/photo-15.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-74Yjsgvn6ha4VQMrlav28V32XnBJAzFQSH3yRTHsa7kPvPbdhMMu7YBXTx_NndaTI8BpJtUX3Ys9G-544YFN5_qiumJfSs8rV543us847OEt8vmE-JoGAEAm-oCxxGBj1f1xZOXBMh_S/s320/photo-15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424397691083525682" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">we got him this little tent...he loves it! he stayed in it all christmas morning...he wasn't interested in anything else so i had to open the rest of his gifts and hand them to him. he goes in the tent and says please for you to close the doors.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKuWwcS4w5tclRALFFIKx2kpUvhlEmfFo1uuq3OpkNY0xZxsB2GMIJMSkDr1rJMGc9JKcDlLteSWqj6KW7CAduucaXvgnyEVnqycfYG4l5Q4Yb9MOufb6inGXTK8iaBX7ErGL7KJui5Wa1/s1600-h/photo-10.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKuWwcS4w5tclRALFFIKx2kpUvhlEmfFo1uuq3OpkNY0xZxsB2GMIJMSkDr1rJMGc9JKcDlLteSWqj6KW7CAduucaXvgnyEVnqycfYG4l5Q4Yb9MOufb6inGXTK8iaBX7ErGL7KJui5Wa1/s320/photo-10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424397685847371826" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">cutie pie</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">we tried to not go overboard with presents but between us and all of our family he was very blessed! he got his little cozy coupe car, the tent, a little armchair that has cowboys on it, books, a banjo, a stacking tree, a bowling set, clothes, legos, and more. needless to say, we had to clean out his room and pack up all the baby things he doesn't need or play with anymore to make room.</div>Jacki Dukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11480127802842834384noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1118845624832120628.post-76329213957911085182010-01-08T10:46:00.003-05:002010-01-08T10:50:49.774-05:00more photos.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_5LqMMYGwCwZDNRoCeW5G4e-st8l1t8CTBX2WcAP6ie_EnzJaix9dQvQkANP8uLHIPDvO48WGZTn7aa44z1hDQA_z8XU3t0qUJURIkyQ2x2q0onQJnGLMKf_9spOkwjR_vQhw-7Itv_jT/s1600-h/photo-16.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_5LqMMYGwCwZDNRoCeW5G4e-st8l1t8CTBX2WcAP6ie_EnzJaix9dQvQkANP8uLHIPDvO48WGZTn7aa44z1hDQA_z8XU3t0qUJURIkyQ2x2q0onQJnGLMKf_9spOkwjR_vQhw-7Itv_jT/s320/photo-16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424396395227366786" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">daddy's first album is here!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb3d3l3sz4nZ_mSJhG04P-faF3WP_Ob1nniyzMYyFnTf76jd4D14S51WdEi8mJbso9BfNBcziXfojs8JcMJfuwPz2slFbFrlOGZS1hu7wxncIygfZ7EcMusAn3mzBHffUU0f7cdzlH6Qfp/s1600-h/photo-12.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb3d3l3sz4nZ_mSJhG04P-faF3WP_Ob1nniyzMYyFnTf76jd4D14S51WdEi8mJbso9BfNBcziXfojs8JcMJfuwPz2slFbFrlOGZS1hu7wxncIygfZ7EcMusAn3mzBHffUU0f7cdzlH6Qfp/s320/photo-12.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424396391253054530" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">at a chuckecheese bday party...too busy to look up!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Ge8_sa1-1juigyDqvDQmSuCjLkxQtFu03bEA4rsdqWK9Ll8Y5LJ7QbL6NHRCqkq8a19TJ-TzqvfXO62UnP5m5_2sf39xyCvW2g4elEEjUnL2cx0A8a1Kj2GoSVWTRLks9FeUuRODUmDA/s1600-h/photo-11.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0Ge8_sa1-1juigyDqvDQmSuCjLkxQtFu03bEA4rsdqWK9Ll8Y5LJ7QbL6NHRCqkq8a19TJ-TzqvfXO62UnP5m5_2sf39xyCvW2g4elEEjUnL2cx0A8a1Kj2GoSVWTRLks9FeUuRODUmDA/s320/photo-11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424396385850911106" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">eating chicken nuggets with a fork!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_TDl1JOiQK4Ty8iafNuOaXtw4QHJ1r9ReEXLCsUnitD9sTpAQxe-tuePBbIPcTe-tML_wmY4W3q5AjMKcU8wdMU_Y7_Chfz5rSwo_MdI8obKvogcpUHrTRP9ENm_GQpn1qZDkRmS2m08F/s1600-h/photo-9.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_TDl1JOiQK4Ty8iafNuOaXtw4QHJ1r9ReEXLCsUnitD9sTpAQxe-tuePBbIPcTe-tML_wmY4W3q5AjMKcU8wdMU_Y7_Chfz5rSwo_MdI8obKvogcpUHrTRP9ENm_GQpn1qZDkRmS2m08F/s320/photo-9.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424396384687058770" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">daddy's laundry helper</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUZlbNW_4upBvIsZJgE-HlLC5GXt_HEUQTnuX5qpOBz1PCdHsbgaW7gQRHJlrEFSQDrj_KLuQEzriGVlgegMncNXcDDtgsMJ51GJ6WJc-0QStSRkG1YW5phxSwOgZ4qRN35TJBXrbz6U6r/s1600-h/photo-8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUZlbNW_4upBvIsZJgE-HlLC5GXt_HEUQTnuX5qpOBz1PCdHsbgaW7gQRHJlrEFSQDrj_KLuQEzriGVlgegMncNXcDDtgsMJ51GJ6WJc-0QStSRkG1YW5phxSwOgZ4qRN35TJBXrbz6U6r/s320/photo-8.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424396378085719394" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">just chillin' with a snack & tv</div>Jacki Dukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11480127802842834384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1118845624832120628.post-77390714065576090792010-01-08T10:41:00.003-05:002010-01-08T10:46:22.188-05:00the last couple of months in photos.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9W8h74ld-gdcnD24ClfKWFY-MAaDYOJMOKiuGKMdQpApzQp5bxcZO34tkyIOLFWGgjI_KHl8QB0PToELk4uH-_94KsYr_7_R4ea8BdHk7o6n5d8jcK5aGMJsba8d8W5eJbxXO6ZSoSOEN/s1600-h/stet.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9W8h74ld-gdcnD24ClfKWFY-MAaDYOJMOKiuGKMdQpApzQp5bxcZO34tkyIOLFWGgjI_KHl8QB0PToELk4uH-_94KsYr_7_R4ea8BdHk7o6n5d8jcK5aGMJsba8d8W5eJbxXO6ZSoSOEN/s320/stet.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424395255363668946" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqqiv3OzrzDL-Lgd6V3XnTBTB5RMm0T_3bUyPdQu8pHklq3UAUs1JeyFaBGtu_wapwRkBthVvsq4OYbn4pF8xpMhlllSE_5aDvoLuFXdcwLINlP68HczDPcb-49wKbhv917z4hP-8OgO7O/s1600-h/photo-4.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqqiv3OzrzDL-Lgd6V3XnTBTB5RMm0T_3bUyPdQu8pHklq3UAUs1JeyFaBGtu_wapwRkBthVvsq4OYbn4pF8xpMhlllSE_5aDvoLuFXdcwLINlP68HczDPcb-49wKbhv917z4hP-8OgO7O/s320/photo-4.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424395252114539858" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">playing in the kitchen is one of his favorite things</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrhFhse5mNC9XfvrP44X7UmmUEE3B9Chg8jLZ-NU7ug7BOv49naUl3y1MM3Kv55eadjCPDNbqXk9ooRqMr-CahzHqMALYWB1av_5H3l0tYzpkhoNiirzpY3j6HZjOIRYZzzeMD86yR43Rt/s1600-h/photo-5.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrhFhse5mNC9XfvrP44X7UmmUEE3B9Chg8jLZ-NU7ug7BOv49naUl3y1MM3Kv55eadjCPDNbqXk9ooRqMr-CahzHqMALYWB1av_5H3l0tYzpkhoNiirzpY3j6HZjOIRYZzzeMD86yR43Rt/s320/photo-5.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424395251055567106" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">my two handsome fellas</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9E4d126vqT6LbGCEXknDvCz-RJ7BBmntMRqqxWAywZPlSkdQ6mb3aIebQ9_k3ggysFIAeGGWNIuWQl5Gp4vpgiC49bJW4eCRQ3ZX9H0ybu6ykIQdufw8XIfRWi3Rk-ByUPc-N9qDzBhmt/s1600-h/photo-6.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9E4d126vqT6LbGCEXknDvCz-RJ7BBmntMRqqxWAywZPlSkdQ6mb3aIebQ9_k3ggysFIAeGGWNIuWQl5Gp4vpgiC49bJW4eCRQ3ZX9H0ybu6ykIQdufw8XIfRWi3Rk-ByUPc-N9qDzBhmt/s320/photo-6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424395240362852802" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI3_BesbmA_IfxbbwbBBnNgt7RfCT29BYODoxWaxZKqHt54W79SYgq1aIjbVoXRyc-hB6TEQ9t8tcXGYNGihO57bmNfFs3uWsfjFIZBjvJublwZ4qujLF1DdtedjDea6Gr8pvLpH1fB1TA/s1600-h/photo-7.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhI3_BesbmA_IfxbbwbBBnNgt7RfCT29BYODoxWaxZKqHt54W79SYgq1aIjbVoXRyc-hB6TEQ9t8tcXGYNGihO57bmNfFs3uWsfjFIZBjvJublwZ4qujLF1DdtedjDea6Gr8pvLpH1fB1TA/s320/photo-7.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424395238363185074" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">at the doctor</div>Jacki Dukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11480127802842834384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1118845624832120628.post-3414349746774019482010-01-08T10:11:00.002-05:002010-01-08T10:41:07.303-05:00hectic holidays.the holidays were crazy to say the least. lots of work, driving, family, & friends. i worked way more than usual because james had the whole month off so he could be home with stetson. and december is the busiest month of the year at the salon. so james was mr. mom for the month of december and i missed being with my boys and being at home. hence the lack of blogging. <div><br /></div><div>stetson started officially walking the week after thanksgiving (right at 18 months---i think he must've known his doctor appt was coming up & i was getting nervous!) his 18 month check-up went well...i think he's figured out the nurse is the one who gives the shots because he was still scared of her but not the doctor this time. dr. dorsey was happy with his progress (walking!) and said everything looks great. his weight percentile was between the 10th & 25th so i was glad to see it go up a little. he weighs 23 lbs 1 oz. he is still talking alot (mainly babbling) but his words have slowed down a little bit since he started walking. he is eating with a fork and spoon sometimes (the sight of this made me want to cry as i realized he is officially a toddler and not a baby). it's still a novelty to us to see him walking around. and it has brought on a whole new intolerance to the stroller. he wants to walk everywhere now in public but doesn't want you to hold his hand or guide him. he screams in protest. so i have resorted to the occasional m&m while he's in the stroller to keep him happy while he's in there. christmas shopping with him was all but fun and relaxing. he was acting so crazy the day we went to the mall to take a photo with santa that we decided to skip it. maybe next year. </div><div><br /></div><div>aside from his momentary acts of independence, he is still so good and sweet most of the time. still a daddy's boy all the way. still LOVES music and dances to every kind of sound. he has started singing, too, and it will break your heart. it's so precious. he's starting to be able to identify more body parts, soft & hard textures, and will act like he's fixing his hair. we've been working on asking for help instead of getting frustrated when he can't get something to work like he wants it to...so we now hear "beebee" (please) ALL the time. but i'd rather hear that than screaming. </div><div><br /></div><div>so the holidays were good...but every year i wish i could slow everything down enough to really enjoy it all. i so wanted a day at home in my pj's to bake christmas cookies and feel festive. but there's always next year i guess. and next christmas stetson will probably be able to help me make cookies so that will be more fun anyway.</div>Jacki Dukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11480127802842834384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1118845624832120628.post-90001223579932912142009-11-20T13:48:00.002-05:002009-11-20T14:17:42.094-05:00day at the park.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">today we met mimi marti, aunt kelly, and cousins, tyler and vaida, at the park. stetson loved it...he crawled all over the place and really loved going down the slides with me.</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK79-AhrA4z_Sb-Ic9NY_5pXEDe35oIbU49QWilWiGlA2WiERtOEKryhb0XEk9qXmFS5KLAIUSf5xJZMKo7ohEhWvd4q7JY800JcTnuUfxsgR24iuWxnb6-jcD6yjIiARmYIi60bjJJTOj/s1600/SP_A0239.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK79-AhrA4z_Sb-Ic9NY_5pXEDe35oIbU49QWilWiGlA2WiERtOEKryhb0XEk9qXmFS5KLAIUSf5xJZMKo7ohEhWvd4q7JY800JcTnuUfxsgR24iuWxnb6-jcD6yjIiARmYIi60bjJJTOj/s320/SP_A0239.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406259912151610530" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCPcB3nOW3aj4CiQS_NgvBBcgQxmHsyh9YI-OIFeFXjLy0BVhnVFyqbAkWkYVRh7NJSEJfbuwXlhMlvsG0Y1Krx_yM7c-fpNAO8rkkcytMp8NzJkCFBHTjytMgr51gmG4PwljZxL_1g1Ox/s1600/SP_A0240.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCPcB3nOW3aj4CiQS_NgvBBcgQxmHsyh9YI-OIFeFXjLy0BVhnVFyqbAkWkYVRh7NJSEJfbuwXlhMlvsG0Y1Krx_yM7c-fpNAO8rkkcytMp8NzJkCFBHTjytMgr51gmG4PwljZxL_1g1Ox/s320/SP_A0240.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406259911540726882" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">he is getting so big! i can hardly believe he will be 18 months old in a week. he was taking more steps last night than i have seen him take so far. he walked from our coffee table to the chair i was sitting in (about 4 ft away). every time he took steps i gave him an m&m and clapped. so hopefully he will keep up the good work and the doctor will be happy with his progress at his 18 mo appointment.</div>Jacki Dukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11480127802842834384noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1118845624832120628.post-34766546138483828762009-11-07T20:12:00.002-05:002009-11-07T20:25:12.416-05:00needing a breakthrough.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">stetson has been having a little bit of a hard time lately...first and foremost, he is teething...a couple of weeks ago it was his bottom 2 molars and now the bottom 2 eye teeth. he went from teething with his molars to having a cold to having hand, foot, & mouth to teething again. considering all of this, he hasn't been too terrible but we can just tell he hasn't felt good. today and yesterday his afternoon naps have just been getting back to normal. and apparently, thanks to the time change, we'll be waking up an hour earlier than usual until the time changes again. UGH! i'm seriously hoping he'll adjust at some point.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">today was my first real experience with him having separation anxiety. his mimi (marti) came to keep him today while i went to work. he was upset when i left but i called her a few minutes later and he was fine...of course. ripped a little piece of my heart out, though. first of many, i'm sure.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">he is still just taking a few steps here and there and crawling the rest of the time. tonight he was taking 5 or 6 little steps at a time and once he took 3 steps like he was walking for real. at one point tonight i really thought he was going to take off. i don't think it'll be long.</span></div>Jacki Dukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11480127802842834384noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1118845624832120628.post-23157616376844266152009-10-30T14:47:00.003-04:002009-10-30T15:05:39.295-04:00my little punkin.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkPVMu48GT85hM-EVSWChnauE-_cf_wPKCNotkg0rzeNPmnerRo-MvO4MqAtM2cdbf45GVJ2DHvzpTqpTrJG5nROMO2dOPDz2Pe6JssL-9rMdEl-I467sMXTcl8COMs6Qy85TpT3bu5OzJ/s1600-h/SP_A0235.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkPVMu48GT85hM-EVSWChnauE-_cf_wPKCNotkg0rzeNPmnerRo-MvO4MqAtM2cdbf45GVJ2DHvzpTqpTrJG5nROMO2dOPDz2Pe6JssL-9rMdEl-I467sMXTcl8COMs6Qy85TpT3bu5OzJ/s320/SP_A0235.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398467302505755986" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOUC6hZj_SEGbDclDBEXB_pZUZ6t6MQ0yK4x_vdmwtYgUwZUSeEfFd6P_a4gVk4TE50EHaRzUYwOooaQYZHCJTX-d4vrDZgcoy6sxvrlWmkGiNT14F-clDndmj-waUnZqHZrZRZmkoQWbe/s1600-h/SP_A0237.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOUC6hZj_SEGbDclDBEXB_pZUZ6t6MQ0yK4x_vdmwtYgUwZUSeEfFd6P_a4gVk4TE50EHaRzUYwOooaQYZHCJTX-d4vrDZgcoy6sxvrlWmkGiNT14F-clDndmj-waUnZqHZrZRZmkoQWbe/s320/SP_A0237.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398467295858770722" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtjz0hyolfS9cHU6_WeAlg5uhJLgDKGNajlhWLmpjqOK3-oMo_tBhEnTfNd9C9v786iPERVO7D4e_SokwnMdCKVt34utr61xuvfQd5vXebWxb9s3HrOcwQfsOy4ZkiydOS7WFB_3jhakzY/s1600-h/SP_A0228.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtjz0hyolfS9cHU6_WeAlg5uhJLgDKGNajlhWLmpjqOK3-oMo_tBhEnTfNd9C9v786iPERVO7D4e_SokwnMdCKVt34utr61xuvfQd5vXebWxb9s3HrOcwQfsOy4ZkiydOS7WFB_3jhakzY/s320/SP_A0228.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398467292691623874" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicO7Pc6SQW6MMm-Wevl6_SxfjGfCQU5R1ksl2utklPtwYLzLWfAG7REWnDMmzInAO1NXb5KhuG3DijcCw8WK57txNIjTDxMuTItoNmAEarHrjbkthHwkOxQ61TIHw1DYrOKZeCZsqA11XP/s1600-h/SP_A0232.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicO7Pc6SQW6MMm-Wevl6_SxfjGfCQU5R1ksl2utklPtwYLzLWfAG7REWnDMmzInAO1NXb5KhuG3DijcCw8WK57txNIjTDxMuTItoNmAEarHrjbkthHwkOxQ61TIHw1DYrOKZeCZsqA11XP/s320/SP_A0232.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398467288608665858" /></a><div style="text-align: justify;">w<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">e had yet to take any fallish pictures of stetson this year...so i had a little photo sesh with him yesterday. he was pretty cooperative. he's looking more and more like a little boy every day. he wanted to go outside after james left yesterday morning so he crawled into my lap and kept saying "bye" (which is a very country sounding bye). we don't have any stairs in our house so he loves to go up and down the front steps...over and over and over. even if there are wet leaves and mud. he was filthy by the time we went inside. (grandpa dan would've been proud!) he learned last time we were at my parents' house how to go down stairs by turning around and putting his feet down first...when he crawled to the first step i reminded him "feet first" and he said "otay". so every step he went down after that he would say "otay". so cute! and then he had picked up a little acorn hat and was studying it...so i picked up a hatless acorn and showed it to him. when i put the little hat on top of the acorn i told him "see this little acorn hat goes on top of the acorn" and he looked at it and gave me a long, drawn out "oooooh". i don't know if he actually got what i was saying but i love when he answers me like he does. </span></div>Jacki Dukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11480127802842834384noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1118845624832120628.post-87962768931188373262009-10-24T20:31:00.005-04:002009-10-25T12:06:25.418-04:00these feet are made for walkin'.just wanted to mark it down before my swiss~cheese~of~a~brain forgot...stetson took his first steps last night...3 times he took one step...and then today he took 2 steps a few different times. we're so excited to see him FINALLY trying to walk. a couple of weeks ago he started standing up in the middle of the room (without pulling up) and can dance not holding on...so i'm pretty sure he could walk if he wanted. he is doing and learning more and more every day...it's so much fun to watch him developing. he now can say mama, dada or daddy, hey, hi, byebye, otay (ok), nuh nuh (no no), pee pee (please), ah duh (all done), uh oh, baby, guh (milk), ha (hot), yeah and wow...he can also tell you what a dog, cat, and cow say. he is still obsessed with trying to stand everything up on it's end and he loves to try to put lids on containers. he has a riding firetruck that he loves to play with but has just gotten into sitting on and tonight he was able to get off it by himself without falling. we're still working on getting on. he has a cold right now...it's sad but it's only the 2nd cold he's ever had so it's been over a year. we've been fortunate in that area. also, his 2 bottom molars have finally broken through in the last week. ptl.Jacki Dukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11480127802842834384noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1118845624832120628.post-48374872613044571422009-10-12T15:32:00.002-04:002009-10-12T15:54:13.174-04:00my two mimis.<div style="text-align: justify;">james has been on an 11 day trip (he gets home today!) so my mama and james' mama were both able to help me with little man. my mama was with us from last sunday to friday...keeping stetson on tuesday and wednesday while i was working and then just keeping me company the rest of the time. and then marti kept him on saturday for me. it was such a treat to have our moms here to help! it made the long trip much more bearable, although it was still hard. but we made it. dada's plane just landed and we are about to go pick him up! i can tell stetson has been missing him...he says dada alot..especially when he's going to bed. and i think he's a little tired of just being with me. james is really busy these days, so he's only home for 3 days and then he's off to california next weekend.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">marti took these photos last saturday...the top on is at our house...my mom bought him a tunnel from ikea and he loves it! and the bottom one is him at a bookstore...apparently he crawled around like a maniac in there!</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmGIIPASMkBkz296z6HLzjsxwAWvbpXIPDl0DYETEMqdVQ5rwMbtadeKZV97AeoyISLn0RTKyLEq6AEbrFtqpmS9nL_h0tfUNL_v_m5Yvyp6XdeQOH0e1JGV5PzdKQXoq0Wz0Z8ohnMrCl/s1600-h/photo-14.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmGIIPASMkBkz296z6HLzjsxwAWvbpXIPDl0DYETEMqdVQ5rwMbtadeKZV97AeoyISLn0RTKyLEq6AEbrFtqpmS9nL_h0tfUNL_v_m5Yvyp6XdeQOH0e1JGV5PzdKQXoq0Wz0Z8ohnMrCl/s320/photo-14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391799040203823986" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_GPmkNnr-CbtPhrbHaXyW81riYdBKFBRmCCcfZ0jFA6ZZchy-AqMzgb6b99mgmA56eTih_i7lHUDcxg8B-llBtFH6UUjq1Dxxb6AA-o9hSDqdE4NIWaEEW9kq4x4ag0yloNB78kOUayBR/s1600-h/photo-13.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_GPmkNnr-CbtPhrbHaXyW81riYdBKFBRmCCcfZ0jFA6ZZchy-AqMzgb6b99mgmA56eTih_i7lHUDcxg8B-llBtFH6UUjq1Dxxb6AA-o9hSDqdE4NIWaEEW9kq4x4ag0yloNB78kOUayBR/s320/photo-13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391799027769483106" /></a>Jacki Dukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11480127802842834384noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1118845624832120628.post-1047985256017154942009-10-12T15:13:00.003-04:002009-10-12T15:31:15.716-04:00busybody.<div style="text-align: justify;">yesterday morning i finally got to witness stetson standing up by himself...not pulling up but just standing up in the middle of the floor. his mimi marti had already seen him do it a few times. every time he does it i clap and make a big deal out of it...so last night he was standing up over and over...for just a few seconds....and then he would stand up and clap with me. but he is, so far, NOT interested in taking any steps. and he certainly doesn't want any help...he still won't really let you hold his hands and walk him. i don't so much mind that he's not walking yet...except everywhere we go he doesn't want to be in his stroller but i can't let him crawl in just any ol' public place. i mean, i have let him crawl in places i didn't think i ever would...such as target and the mall. but the main problem with that is that when there are a lot of people around, we're either in the way or i'm afraid somebody is gonna step on him. not to mention he won't crawl in the direction you want him to. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">which brings me to the fact that he hasn't been to the nursery yet at our church...i just haven't wanted to take him...it just makes me anxious...BUT i decided yesterday that we're gonna try it next time we go (we'll be in vidalia this coming weekend). he's so busy and all over the place that i was chasing him all around the perimeter of the church and if i picked him up to get him out of the way of people or keep him from getting hurt, he would kick and scream. needless to say, i was feeling a little frazzled when we left yesterday. i've just never left him with people he doesn't know and just thinking about it makes me start having anxiety. but i've got to do it. i'm never going to be able to actually pay attention to what is going on if i don't. and it's just for the preaching. the kids stay in there for worship...which is good because he loves the music. he gets his groove on.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">and his bottom 2 molars are FINALLY breaking through. praise the Lord. he has been miserable with them.</div>Jacki Dukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11480127802842834384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1118845624832120628.post-19165915157530249462009-10-04T09:43:00.001-04:002009-10-04T09:51:52.701-04:00precious moments.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwZo6Ju-uKYglTk9unFq0tXo_TQHZPZ21szBaLC-hE6e0CWwxeR37AHDf6SaPvVHlltyHC2h6inHVcoLj1lGc5Cc-hQkZjjg0MQLUSeW-XlN602Zz94f4q4u-SQxgbkMQ-X4x-FnYsKbSK/s1600-h/stetson_3.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3cWcA8NwnMMWSXekp7FZfwCSvZm1ZuSilh-Hi675WJbdB_w0tQ35UnfefKOgidph6-vid_vZAanaIAvqBkn3Ur544UyPRqH0MOmHDo5l-xQxvLYRkU7run7n1vN1nZWlabhrkKjzfX9YT/s320/stetson_2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388741630652957554" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">awesome photos courtesy of wonderful uncle E.</div>Jacki Dukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11480127802842834384noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1118845624832120628.post-80882059914396634182009-10-04T08:54:00.002-04:002009-10-04T09:43:11.820-04:00lately.<div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; ">i can't believe it's been a month since my last post...the days fly by.</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">stetson is growing so fast...still not walking on his own, still cruising the furniture. he's very cautious. he loves trying to stand various objects up on one end (remotes, hairbrushes, etc), closing things (doors, sippy cup, things that have lids), putting blankets over his head and/or back, throwing things from his high chair or car seat and saying "bye bye", and tearing tiny bits off the toilet paper roll. a couple of days ago he tore about a 6 inch piece of toilet paper off and i said "let's not do that buddy" and he picked it up and laid it on top of the roll. so cute. he also figured out how to the flush the toilet yesterday and he now knows how to pump lotion out of the bottle. we're also starting to notice how quickly he can ransack the entire house. i guess because he wasn't mobile for so long, we're just now having to deal with that. he's also in the process of getting his molars and it has not been fun. but thankfully he has been sleeping fine. he is a funny little fella which sometimes makes it hard to get on to him. we've just started doing time outs because on the occasion that he gets mad, he has started trying to pinch or grab at me and not in a cute way. yikes. i wasn't expecting this so soon. but the majority of the time he is so sweet and precious...giving kisses often. a couple of new words are "work" (when james is gone and i say where is da da? he says a slightly modified version...more like wor) and just this morning he said please without me asking him to (which sounded more like pee pee). james is on an 11 day trip to ireland and england right now and we miss him terribly. thankfully my mama is coming today to stay with us for a few days. she's going to keep stetson while i work and just help my feelings in general.</span></div>Jacki Dukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11480127802842834384noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1118845624832120628.post-81397368475239840432009-09-05T13:27:00.003-04:002009-09-05T13:40:13.516-04:00first family + friends vacay.<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">so we went on our first vacation with stetson. we went with our group of friends here in charlotte (we went with the same group 2 years ago). there were 14 adults and 2 kids in one house. our friends heather and andrae rode with us, hence the pic of our car packed to the roof. </span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK1rFOdoTylIv0C3qztyNMW6vbKRL3e8Na4y6heaut4NNtf9m7mD7UU1JfRXd6_gZ0m4xo5H6ham_UcZo69o_XXeApx8FIm9KWbQYn9-WeYCGQQ3TWsD-T_nrH48DiuQTOTvNMeajYeCkT/s1600-h/photo-16.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgK1rFOdoTylIv0C3qztyNMW6vbKRL3e8Na4y6heaut4NNtf9m7mD7UU1JfRXd6_gZ0m4xo5H6ham_UcZo69o_XXeApx8FIm9KWbQYn9-WeYCGQQ3TWsD-T_nrH48DiuQTOTvNMeajYeCkT/s320/photo-16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378036700376767010" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3PArooTH2yjoC9adj5tlCCXnGEELu9crRlCp9naANEqEdbLfl-ohA2MCXedWIkN8j-F2Yy1OwN4V3m3PmJ_CrrLZpbPA8eGVIALTfXCU540FaVExLBc1hvFZRGh5AbZodPza9CEwGJK7w/s1600-h/photo-15.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3PArooTH2yjoC9adj5tlCCXnGEELu9crRlCp9naANEqEdbLfl-ohA2MCXedWIkN8j-F2Yy1OwN4V3m3PmJ_CrrLZpbPA8eGVIALTfXCU540FaVExLBc1hvFZRGh5AbZodPza9CEwGJK7w/s320/photo-15.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378036693799030418" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">stetson absolutely LOVED the beach. the first time i put him down near the water, he went charging in and i had to stop him before the water was over his head. he would crawl in and back out and sit and clap over and over. his poor little knees got rubbed raw on the sand. i will be glad when he can walk so that won't happen. and of course he had a few bites of sand, which he didn't seem to mind at all.</span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxh0GxayKe6YICbRHs9XhoRjsaRXEPsfDeFntFlcWUxQu5KeG72VP6octD-pDCWHvDAhbjDZFjll24OhIQD61jsmojHLbTNEJlx9jL83PHaqP957i90GNALI-VgE_IW-FcwYBec8bL6qaB/s1600-h/photo-14.jpg"><img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjphlCSsbuw4E5JnnE-FkjhMXk3wJo1k65dVQRtXsH4PjxGZS7PL1pgmPhw_DyrjqKAClrqQyefy7sS661uCKKMCtPCI00q5bAn-JECeus-bie7ddtvBeedR7c2UJC7_OqQ3oOys0BGMksI/s320/photo-13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378036679261566946" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">the weather wasn't cooperative every day but we still had a good time. it was so much fun to watch him enjoying it. i was so thankful that he loved it.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Jacki Dukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11480127802842834384noreply@blogger.com1