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Saturday, August 29, 2009
A day at the ball park
Today we went to the Chuckars game in Idaho Falls. I haven't been to a Chuckars game in a while. We knew we would leave early because of Bradach, but it was still fun. We saw a lot of people from Blackfoot...hmm, must have been Blackfoot night at the ball park.
Bradach got to dance and see the lights and once in a while he saw the ball. That was about it for him, ohh and the hamburger he ate, and dad gave him ice cream, soda and french fries and if you know me that's a big no no. However everyone survived and Bradach is on his way to dream land.
his way to dream land. I also got the last of my motocross gear in the mail the other day so I felt like posing for the cam. I love my riding pants because they zip off into shorts. I haven't got to ride this summer since my ankle has been messed up but I plan on getting out before the end of the summer.
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
Bradach the funny man!
Bradach is getting to the age where he likes to be the center of it all. Weather that's by crying or making us laugh he doesn't care. So here are some things that have been going on around the Meline home. Today there was a spider in the corner of the room, Phil being the man (and the only one on two feet) went to kill it. Now if you know Phil you know he is a manly man, but did you know that Phil is afraid of spiders? Not to the girly point of the screaming and dancing but he does not like them. Any ways he had Bradach in his arms and told Bradach to be brave for him, when he smashed the spider Bradach broke out in crying. I don't know if he was sad that the spider was dead, or what but man that kid cried and cried!
Another thing is that when we are at Grandma and Grandpa Moldenhauer's house he always grabs grandpa's flip flops and takes them to him so they can go out side. At the Sunday dinner he always has to laugh loudest when a joke is told, we all turn and he gives the cheezy grin.
Today, since I'm on crutches, I was changing him on the floor. After it was all said and done I asked Bradach to throw the diaper away, and you know what the turd did? Walked straight in the kitchen and dumped it in the garbage. I was very proud of him.
He loves to dance, anything with a beat from commercials to radio to baby motzart. His new fav is dancing to Mario Kart Wii. He squats and bobs and twists. He also has picked up air drumming. He loves to air drum to Celtic Thunder. I really need to set up a cam and get this head banging and drumming to Celtic music. We named him an Irish name but I never thought he would take it so seriously! He can sit and listen to or watch on you tube this group for as long as you will let him. He knows the Irish anthem, and can pick it out. I don't think he could do that with the USA anthem....so sorry. Anyways, that's whats been going on. There are always those funny moments but they might not be so funny to others. So I will keep them for myself.
Another thing is that when we are at Grandma and Grandpa Moldenhauer's house he always grabs grandpa's flip flops and takes them to him so they can go out side. At the Sunday dinner he always has to laugh loudest when a joke is told, we all turn and he gives the cheezy grin.
Today, since I'm on crutches, I was changing him on the floor. After it was all said and done I asked Bradach to throw the diaper away, and you know what the turd did? Walked straight in the kitchen and dumped it in the garbage. I was very proud of him.
He loves to dance, anything with a beat from commercials to radio to baby motzart. His new fav is dancing to Mario Kart Wii. He squats and bobs and twists. He also has picked up air drumming. He loves to air drum to Celtic Thunder. I really need to set up a cam and get this head banging and drumming to Celtic music. We named him an Irish name but I never thought he would take it so seriously! He can sit and listen to or watch on you tube this group for as long as you will let him. He knows the Irish anthem, and can pick it out. I don't think he could do that with the USA anthem....so sorry. Anyways, that's whats been going on. There are always those funny moments but they might not be so funny to others. So I will keep them for myself.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Some stolen pics
I was cruising all of the blogs and found pics of my son on my sister-in-laws page. She gave me the ok and here they are. Bradach got this police car from Aunt Amy and Uncle RJ until their little rug rat is ready for it. He loves to sit in it and get pushed around. I think he has the right idea. Thanks for the pics Nikkei!
He is sooo serious about his job...lol.
A rare moment of relaxation on the job...hes thinkin about his mommie I'm sure


Tuesday, August 11, 2009
3 Dollar Fun
We went shopping yesterday and saw the little pools on sale for $3 I couldn't pass it up. First of all we got Bradach a big blow up pool for his birthday. We spent more money than we should have on it but felt better about spending that money when we purchased some insurance on the thing. Go figure the day after we set it up the thing got popped and we never used the insurance to get it fixed. I know...we are wasteful, needless to say Bradach never stepped a foot in that pool. So after yesterday I vowed broken ankle and cast and all I would take the child to play in the pool. He is a natural water dog. He loves getting in and out, throwing and splashing. He especially liked to tease the dog with the ball. So my conclusion is no more spending oodles on something you can wait to get for 3 dollars


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Sunday, August 9, 2009
A Broken Ankle And Being a Mom
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