tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352539592024-03-21T16:35:10.969-04:00jakobjabberjenjakobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16964522006822008378noreply@blogger.comBlogger71125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35253959.post-59514902404821305012014-05-11T16:53:00.004-04:002014-05-11T17:33:55.816-04:00L.A in JanuaryA little bit of a rewind but I thought I'd document my travels to L.A./Arizona last January. I travelled there for a one-month placement to immerse myself into the world of consular services and I had a blast. It may sound strange but visiting prisons and doing a bit of case management gets me excited.<br />
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Getting to L.A. was a challenge. Travelling early January is a real bother. Days before my flight, the U.S. airlines started cancelling all flights for the eastern seaboard. I decided to be pre-emptive and switched my booking to another airline. Because of weather, that airline also delayed, cancelled their flights and I was left searching for a solution. I finally got on a Westjet flight to Calgary and from there got to L.A. Heading west was my only option since the entire Toronto airport was shut down for almost a day and the entire eastern seaboard was a mess. I arrived a day late but I was more than happy to trade in snowstorms for palm trees!<br />
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I stayed in downtown L.A. which is kinda sketchy to some but it wasn't so bad. It was close to the Consulate General and I could walk to everything I needed. I rented an apartment suite for the month (which is MUCH better than being in a hotel room) in the Medici complex. I think it was pretty good value.<br />
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My First Taco Truck!<br />
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The tacos were amazing. This was a truck we found down in the port. I also had a great Korean beef taco and the best fish tacos ever in a downtown market.</div>
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I worked with great people. There really are wonderful people everywhere in the world. The office gets a few notables coming in for services and I happened to assist one of those but I won't be naming names on-line. Another colleague was temporarily in L.A. as well so we spent some time together visiting the neighbourhoods. Chinese massages, Thai food and good times. I rented a bike on a Saturday and biked up and down the beaches. It was such a relief from the longest winter of my life!</div>
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Another highlight of my month was going to the Museum of Tolerance to see Romeo Dallaire's new film, 'Fight like Soldiers, Die like Children' after which he was present to hold a question and answer session. He is certainly motivated to give all that he can of himself toward the cause of children being used in war - whether in the conflict or as bush wives. It was a wonderful evening and I feel lucky to have met a Canadian who works tirelessly for a good cause.</div>
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I visited what is claimed to be the oldest street in L.A. - with a Mexican flair. The most awesome part of this area was the dancing. Every Sunday, all the couples dance in a nearby plaza with great live music. It was heartwarming to see all the older couples out there dancing and loving life and each other.</div>
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The kids also came to visit me for almost 2 weeks. They all slept on a queen-sized blow-up mattress in the apartment. Eric was sick for most of the trip which made things a little tricky but we managed to have some good times. He thought he was near death so we had to spend the greater part of a sunny Saturday waiting around an ER. Eric and the kids played tourist while I worked - they visited the LaBrea tar pits, Aquarium and spent some time on the beaches or in the pool. </div>
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We took the kids to Six Flags and it was a good day… and a bad day. The good part was fun roller coasters with the kids who would go on them. The bad part was when I took Ezra onto a roller coaster that he was too short for and should NOT have been on. He was screaming for his life and I felt SO bad afterwards. I still cringe when I think of it.</div>
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<span style="text-align: center;">We took the kids to the San Diego Zoo and it was a blast. Konrad fell in love with the koalas.</span></div>
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The kids had fun on the beaches near Santa Monica. Kids love sand and water, no matter where they may be in the world.</div>
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We also visited Little Tokyo in the evening to introduce the kids to conveyor belt sushi. They thought they were in heaven. Anders kept grabbing plates and I had to start putting them back. They all had fun with it.<br />
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We had fun, ate Vietnamese and enough frozen yogourt to fill our bellies for months. Once the kids left, I travelled to Phoenix, Arizona the last weekend to do some outreach at the Great Canadian Picnic. It was well organized and it was a great way to connect with a large group of Canadians. </div>
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It was my first time in Arizona. I really appreciated the cacti and rocks. At first I thought - this could get pretty boring but once I started climbing on the rocks and realized that they were super-grippy, I realized why rock-climbers love climbing down there. These photos were taken at a park just outside Phoenix. </div>
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jenjakobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16964522006822008378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35253959.post-78082118793237234982013-12-01T09:19:00.002-05:002013-12-01T09:20:29.811-05:00The Summer of Miscontent<h2>
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I decided that I wanted to have an abdominoplasty done. For most of my adult life, I've had significant skin hanging from my abdomen and I repeatedly had strangers ask me about my pregnancy. Buying pants was a pain. Ultimately, I felt like skin was not even really part of me. I researched the local surgeons and started consulting a couple years ago. When I knew we'd probably be leaving Canada Summer 2014, I felt like it had to happen Summer 2013 or never (or at least not for awhile…). Luckily, when I met with the surgeon, we were able to schedule a surgery within the next month. The timing was perfect.</div>
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My surgery was booked for June 18th. I planned on one month of recuperation and then 3 weeks of fun in the sun with the kids.</div>
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The surgery is booked for 7am. It will be about 2.5 hours long. I woke up and the first thing I remember was pain in my hips. It felt like someone had repeatedly smashed a metal bar against them. Along with the abdominoplasty (which included sewing up abdominal muscles that had separated after several pregnancies), the surgeon had also done some liposuction on the hips. Not for the faint of heart! I was surprised to see that I had a drain out of each hip which I had to measure when I emptied the fluid. That was kinda uncomfortable as the days went on. Partly because this was a private surgery, I was supposed to return home that afternoon. The problem was - every time I got up I would faint. They called me a vaso-dilator??? Finally, after a third try, I was able to get into the car without fainting.</div>
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Eric and the kids were SO good to me. I couldn't move my entire mid-section so I stayed on my back propped up with pillows and I depended on Eric to move me, help me get up and go to the bathroom, etc. The surgery included the area from underneath the breast-line down to the pelvic bone and the outside of both hips. I was taking a few pain-killers but not too much. Eric prepared great food for me during this period of time. Fabulous smoothies full of goodness, salads with fish for lunch. I may have been feeling crummy but my appetite was just fine! The kids didn't come into my room too often. They were kinda grossed out. Eric went out for one evening and Konrad was left responsible to help me move around. He took it so seriously and did such a great job. Nothing like stitches and drains to encourage children to be good to their parents! </div>
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I had my drains removed. The drains were uncomfortable and a real pain since they were on the outside of each hip close to the waistline. I was sort of nervous about this whole thing - it sort of felt like a baby moving around inside your belly when she was pulling out all of the plastic tubing. Unfortunate for me, I started spiking a fever that afternoon. I knew I was in trouble and starting emailing the surgeon to let him know my temperature and sending pictures of the wound site.</div>
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Although it was Sunday, the surgeon met me at his clinic at 8am to see what could be done. He drained the site and put me on a second batch of antibiotics.</div>
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I was so sad that I couldn't celebrate Canada Day with the kids very much. Eric and the boys went for a walk at the Mackenzie King Estate and Anders brought home 3 salamanders. I was determined to go out for fireworks although I really should have stayed home. At this point, the infection was pretty advanced. I had a high fever, the site was red, swollen and was starting to leak through the incision.</div>
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I meet with the surgeon again and he has to open me up again. I knew this was the only way to find relief so I did not contest in any way. I've never had surgery while being awake so it was a bit unnerving but I did alright. He froze the area, tried to clean out some of the infected tissue and put in some new drains. </div>
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The surgeon removed my drains on July 5th and assured me that the incision would not close up. Man, I was so surprised when not only did the incision site not close, I developed a marsupial pouch! It was pretty shocking at first when I could see inside my body but I got used to it. I changed the gauze every few hours to ensure it was clean and eventually, I gained more mobility. We decided to leave it as an open wound to encourage healing and complete recovery from the infection. Apparently, open wound healing is best for infections. At first, it was hard to get around but as my body started healing, I could start going for walks with the kids, sitting on the beach. I started enjoying the summer a bit. Swimming was off-limits but I managed to do some things with the kids. </div>
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D-day had come. I had to be closed up at some point. So, after 6 weeks of having my marsupial, I had another surgical procedure while being awake and the surgeon cleaned up the site and stitched me up for good. The procedure was not fun and I was very sore for a couple days but recovery didn't take too long. I went back to work on September 3rd and life has gone on. Healing has been slow but it has happened. I started riding my bike again towards the end of September and I've been walking and doing yoga regularly. I really want to start running again but I have a bit of an issue with part of the abdominal wall and it hurts when I run. One day soon though - I will run. </div>
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jenjakobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16964522006822008378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35253959.post-51129787454785223572013-06-07T21:07:00.001-04:002013-06-07T21:07:25.451-04:00My History with the BikeI have a long history with bikes. It started when I was very young. I grew up in the country at the top of a hill so if I ever wanted to take my bike to visit a friend, I had to speed like the wind down the hill and then trudge the bike up when returning. But that's not the beginning.<div>
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In the beginning... I had training wheels. I kept them for a good, long while. One of my first memories was when I was ... about 5 years old. I fell over into a thistle bush. This was an omen of things to come. My dad tried to teach me how to ride a 2-wheeler bike by pushing me down a hill and I ended up in the ditch. My brand new yellow and white striped shirt was ruined with mud and I was very unhappy. This is quite similar to the way my dad tried to teach me how to swim. He threw me into the pool. </div>
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It wasn't long before most of my friends were riding 2-wheelers. I was a little shy and embarrassed of the fact that I was still using training wheels. They also slow you down significantly so I couldn't keep up with my friends. Being all brave, I headed out with my friends by pedaling down our hill of a driveway to the bottom... straight into the rocky ditch on the other side. It was a mess. I didn't end up playing with my friends that night. Those were the days before high-tech inventions like... helmets.</div>
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Last year, I decided to try biking to work. I'm not sure how or why I developed this desire but it happened. I thought about it for months before asking my husband Eric if he could bike with me to work on my first try. I was so nervous. It was so great to have Eric with me on my first trek. It's about 14.4 km from my house to work and most of it is on a bike path along the Ottawa River. We did it in an hour and I was super-impressed with myself. </div>
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jenjakobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16964522006822008378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35253959.post-41753671960687357212013-05-11T08:23:00.001-04:002013-05-11T08:23:54.935-04:00<b>A New Beginning???</b><br />
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So - it's May 10th, 2013. I haven't blogged in... 2 years maybe? Well, I won't announce it on Facebook in case this falls through, but I think I'm going to blog again. What?!!? Yes. The life of our family is changing every other minute and it's about time I try to document this. We'll be having adventures, challenges and see craziness over the next few years so why not share a little of the crazy? <br />
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Jen: I work for the government in Foreign Affairs as a Management Consular Officer. This means that I help to manage the operations of Embassies/Consulates abroad. The job is rotational so I'll change my position/locale every few years. I've been searching for a way to exercise since returning to work almost 2 years ago and I think I've finally found it! I bike the 15km into work sometimes, I joined a running club at work and there's a gym in the building I've joined to do classes and stuff. Other than this, my time is spent with the kids - driving them to baseball, soccer, baseball, piano and making sure they practice those musical instruments. <br />
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Eric: He's always up to something. He continues to work - doing that thing, he continues to work on the cabin we've built in Val-des-Bois and is great at playing with the boys or making dinner on the days he worked from home. Over the past year, he bought an accordion and most recently - an electric drum kit (for Konrad's birthday ... yeah right.) He's fun. <br />
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Konrad: This kid has signed up for every known activity. I don't want to stunt this willingness to be involved but it's going to kill me. At school, he does track and field two mornings a week, choir one morning a week and he just performed at the talent show. Since he doesn't tell me much about school, I don't really know what else he's got himself into. Basketball league just ended (sigh of relief), but then Eric signed him up for baseball - just in case this is his calling in life. So now, we have baseball 3 times a week, soccer once a week (cuz it's too late to cancel), golf lessons this month, piano lessons until the end of June when he does his exam and cubs. Nutso. How did this happen to us!!! Otherwise, he's just as incorrigible as ever, an alpha male in the house, hates to eat the dinners I prepare. He's also growing up super-fast now and is generally a good boy. He loves sports, fishing, video games and playing with his friends.<br />
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Ezra: Lovely. He's just turned 4 and is still the baby of the family. He loved swim classes but refuses to enter the water since they've changed the teacher. ????? Hazel, our live-in nanny, cares for him throughout the days and they have many adventures together. They love each other. They have their regular play-groups they attend and friends they visit with. He's a bit precocious but still loves stories at bedtime, TOO interested in video games (he spends the entire week figuring out when Friday comes so he can play again) and is always following his brothers around the neighbourhood with his bike. <br />
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So - that's enough of an update for now. I won't overwhelm you with Jakob-ness. jenjakobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16964522006822008378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35253959.post-38898056408807679852011-03-26T22:10:00.008-04:002011-03-26T23:02:09.268-04:00I'm Revealing a Secret...I am about to divulge a secret that may not be earth-shattering to those who know me but for some (those who would never read this blog probably), it may be revolutionary.<br /><br />I have..... never voted Conservative. It's true. I guess I've always had a soft spot for social justice and social justice doesn't usually fit well with the Conservative agenda. Maybe it's the type of education I had and issues I chose to research while in university. Maybe it's because I've always had an eye cast around the world - keeping track of genocides, intra-state conflict and things like that. When I was in highschool, I kept every newspaper clipping I could find related to the Rwandan war/genocide. This might be considered odd or morbid by many but I haven't yet been able to throw them out even though I know it's probably accessible on the internet somewhere.<br /><br />I respect everyone's right to make their choice and even announce their choice to others. Heck, I'm joining the bandwagon right now! (Sort of...) My political leanings are something of a secret because I don't usually discuss politics with family or friends. I dislike it. I suppose it's a good thing for people to feel passionate but I'm not always comfortable with the type of passion I encounter. This is usually when I draw back and make a decision not to discuss how I really feel about the political discussion at the table. I like to be informed. I like to know about things before I try to convince everyone else that I really do know what I'm talking about. Perhaps another word to describe this is cautious. Perhaps cowardice.<br /><br />Two things are troubling me - firstly, the amount of falsehoods projected as accepted truths. Please be informed prior to declaring facts (or <span style="font-style: italic;">views)</span> that you've probably heard from someone you might consider reliable. It almost pains me to read facebook statuses full of misconceptions and falsehoods coupled with the zeal of the converted. I want so much to comment and say - 'Actually, there is no coalition. Actually, the Liberals were more fiscally responsible throughout the 90s, eliminated the deficit and laid the regulatory groundwork for the banking system (However flawed it may be.).' But I won't. I won't say it because I don't like confrontation so much. I feel like many of the political opinions expressed lately have been more aggressive than necessary. There is a way to discuss politics without speaking in absolutes. There is a way to listen to each other even though most people would rather be heard. (Btw - I feel hypocritical writing this in a blog where I am the one being heard.)<br /><br />So, happy campaigning my friends. Please remember to consider your arguments before passing it off as fact, understanding that we all make mistakes now and then. Also, please be civil and kind. We all have reasons for choosing to vote the way we do - one may think about their pension, another their tax credit. Or maybe it's the war in Afghanistan. Have your reasons, have your passion and be nice.jenjakobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16964522006822008378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35253959.post-40902577255086243702011-03-24T16:06:00.002-04:002011-03-24T16:57:35.833-04:00I love my food.Has anyone else ever noticed that the cost of food in the US is unsustainably low?<br /><br />I noticed the ridiculously low cost of food while travelling through the US recently. Food should not be this cheap in restaurants. It was approximately half the price of an equivalent meal here (this is a very unscientific study completed by me at the Cracker Barrel, Burger King and a local pizza joint. Maybe it's not the most comprehensive study but it was really difficult to find notable restaurants within sight of the interstate in NY, NJ, Pennsylvania.). <br /><br />People wonder why Americans are gaining weight and eating processed food? Ummm... because it's too cheap <span style="font-style: italic;">not</span> to buy the processed, hormone-laden food due to subsidization and lobbying. Nowhere else in the world is the cost of mass-produced food kept at such a low level. The caveat is - I suspect that local, organic or sustainably produced food is not nearly as affordable, even in the US. I live in Canada and travelled to Africa, Europe and Caribbean. Some of these countries do not have access to the American dream of having thousands of products to choose from at the supermarket but are they any less healthy? <br /><br />Many societies still rely on a fairly traditional diet. They eat a lot of lamb, chicken, root vegetables, couscous and dried fruit in Morocco. You could probably find all the fast food trappings in Europe but many still value artisan cheeses, breads and meats. Europe also limits the amount of genetically modified food available in the marketplace. There is nothing like a traditional French meal. I was lucky enough to enjoy this with some friends - meal begins at 8pm on the front lawn and ends at 11pm. Homemade foie gras, salads, meat, charcuterie. Cousins, neighbours and friends coming to the meal and contributing a dish or two. Honestly, this is still done. I'm not kidding! We also visited my husband's family in Germany and they did a very similar thing. The tables are permanently set up outside and there is a continual trail of meats, radish, cheese from the house to the table under the castana tree. It sounds very romantic and I doubt every day is such a celebration but it is beautiful to enjoy good food with friends and family. Life is rich. Eating a traditional diet is not such a bad thing, really. <br /><br />Eating well has costs. It is more expensive to eat clean or well in North America. I wish real food (unprocessed, fruits, veggies, etc) was more affordable for everyone and that processed food reflected the true costs, including health costs. Personally, I have made the decision to spend a greater part of our budget on integrating as many organic or local/sustainable food into our home. I make most of our meals from original ingredients but sometimes... I still stop at McDonald's to give my kids lunch. Sometimes, I grab a pizza from the freezer. It's certainly not perfection. Now, only if they could create a healthy alternative fast-food chain with drive-thru windows for minivans full of children.jenjakobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16964522006822008378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35253959.post-38413051659157676152010-01-09T08:37:00.002-05:002010-01-09T09:01:06.098-05:00InklingsI find it very difficult to blog about our family. There's just too much to fit into a blog entry. The boys are always busy. The baby is adorable - a true sweetheart and a joy (He has slept better than the other two did). Perhaps my new laptop is inspiring me to blog again??? Typing was impossibly frustrating on my old one. So, here it is!<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />First topic - 3 IDIOTS</span><br /><br />I went to see a great movie the other night. '3 Idiots'. It's a Hindi movie just released a couple weeks ago and I loved it! So much more interesting than the usual Hollywood staple meted out. It was colourful, funny and even touching. I recommend this movie to anyone. It's about following your dreams and living your life while having peace that 'all izzz well'. There's also a little bit of Bollywood dancing and singing thrown in there for good measure.<br /><br />http://idiotsacademy.zapak.com/idiotsmain.php<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Second Topic - Harper's Proroguement of Parliament<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><br /><br />Is this really necessary? As if you cannot work in Parliament while preparing a new economic plan to suit 2010. 2010 is already here. If you don't have an economic plan yet, you're a bit late. If I were managing this lot, I would be disappointed in their performance. Besides, is it not easier to develop an economic strategy while people are working? When you can work collaboratively across party lines to develop something useful?<br /><br />I have an inkling that this is not the principle reason for proroguing parliament. I must enter a disclaimer here - I am not currently a professional political analyst. I am currently quelling a raging diaper rash on the baby and negotiating schedules to allow jiu-jitsiu, swimming, yoga, gym, piano lessons. Back to the principle reason for Harper's decision to prorogue parliament. I sense that he wants to avoid concluding the inquiry into the torturing of Afghan detainees once Canadian military handed them over the Afghan counterparts. Is it outlandish to surmise that this possibility could be reality? Wouldn't it be better to listen to all claims and acknowledge what truth there is and work forward? Admit when mistakes are made. The boys were asking me if there are mistakes. On Kung Fu Panda, Master Shifu says that there are no mistakes. I explained (to a 4 and 6 yr old) that we should live our lives with intention - thinking about things before we do them. And there are mistakes made - we all make mistakes BUT the real question is whether we learn from these mistakes. If we are learning and progress, the mistake wasn't all bad. If a government cannot learn from mistakes and make changes to protect people from torture, then there is no progress.<br /><br />All for now.jenjakobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16964522006822008378noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35253959.post-91588381448394171182009-05-12T07:11:00.002-04:002009-05-12T07:40:38.649-04:00Ottawa is the city of Brotherly LoveA lot has happened since the last post - we have a new baby but that is not what this post will be about.<br /><br />Konrad loves Pokemon. Anyone who knows him, knows this. His obsession has lasted for about 6 months. We even had a Pokemon-themed birthday party recently for his 6th birthday. Eric drew a larger than life Pikachu for a 'Pin the tail on the Pikachu' game and it still graces our living room wall. Konrad's love of Pokemon is an important detail to remember while reading the following story.<br /><br />Lots of changes have happened since the baby (Ezra) was born. Anders is no longer the baby and the once nearly-perfect boy is now exploring boundaries within the family. There's a lot more bickering and fighting between Anders and Konrad. They're okay while outside in the open but once inside the house, there is teasing, arguments over their favourite colour, kicking and punching. It sorta drives me crazy.<br /><br />Konrad is currently in piano lessons. In order to motivate the students, the teacher gives them a score each week. Their score depends on whether they've practiced, listened during lesson time, etc. After 4 weeks, he has a score out of a hundred. So far, Konrad has always scored the 'best prize' which has been renting a movie and Anders chooses the snack. Konrad has been saving money earned from his birthday, occasional allowance and his most recent 'piano prize' to purchase some Pokemon cards. Lastnight, we went to Wal-Mart so he could choose some cards. Anders was a little sad because he did not have money to buy his own Pokemon cards. He was even crying a little because we couldn't find any packs cheaper than $13. <br /><br />After getting home, Konrad and Daddy stayed in the car a bit longer. Eric explained that Anders is a little sad because he felt left out. Usually, when we rent the move, we allow Anders to pick the treat and he feels pretty happy about that but when Konrad chooses Pokemon cards, Anders cannot share them and it makes him sad. Eric told me that Konrad's eyes became huge with understanding. Konrad came into the house and held his new Pokemon cards. He sat down with Anders and dealt the cards - one for Konrad, one for Anders, one for Konrad, one for Anders... Konrad did not even look to make sure he was giving Anders the lower-point cards. Some of the cards were very good. I was amazed that Konrad gave half of his new booty to his little brother. <br /><br />Despite the bickering and teasing, I think they truly do love each other. It is so nice to see a glimmer of this once in a while. It makes me happy. As I write this, they are beside me in my bed kicking and wrestling. I think I'm developing claustrophobia....jenjakobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16964522006822008378noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35253959.post-80575347857386465422009-02-26T21:53:00.012-05:002009-02-26T23:09:00.259-05:00I found some photos from last summer!!!Here are some photos I've found from last summer. We spent some time at the lake with friends ... fishing of course. The boys LOVE fishing. It began with Konrad and Anders has quickly picked up the obsession. They can name and identify more fish native to our lakes and rivers than most adults.<br /><br />Eric set up our tent-trailer at the lake this summer to appease me. I wasn't so keen on sleeping in a tent repeatedly. I must admit that I loved having a tent trailer. We were safe from the mosquitos and fairly comfortable. Yay Eric!<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1vMHNof_ln3VTrK2midausqJ2jzrs-lKsKyuUui5hJQ0GxRfX0IoVv_fwbWPwgJaoSzbhSx_Gfg0U2rB9MQCABBW8nJb-wBsm_akN4Qx9apLnLT3TQv4p_oyH8F3rIelc1IWVBA/s1600-h/Picture+103.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1vMHNof_ln3VTrK2midausqJ2jzrs-lKsKyuUui5hJQ0GxRfX0IoVv_fwbWPwgJaoSzbhSx_Gfg0U2rB9MQCABBW8nJb-wBsm_akN4Qx9apLnLT3TQv4p_oyH8F3rIelc1IWVBA/s400/Picture+103.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307323574586780354" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNhmVWaF-Rj0E4puKCrla3ezCVEFhG3tK7876yd18rSnXP4VKcHfxtD94LPcUFIGty8GgHPuQTK0dATld79CeBKncc5V8QSfQxSRpC5cbThWhQBCV5xMYj5elj3zVVoc7t3qcMcw/s1600-h/Picture+101.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNhmVWaF-Rj0E4puKCrla3ezCVEFhG3tK7876yd18rSnXP4VKcHfxtD94LPcUFIGty8GgHPuQTK0dATld79CeBKncc5V8QSfQxSRpC5cbThWhQBCV5xMYj5elj3zVVoc7t3qcMcw/s400/Picture+101.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307315807021233954" border="0" /></a><br />Jeremy Stevenson with Nicole and Reuben catching a small perch.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizDWNlK7m743QZNS28wFCJYwFklb-rhzKgQ65s8VoEODnm1BSvhAiIWXioI2eRemopsMnmvhvlM00_pivUzuBi25gJ7RPrO4fcP5rkFtU8hBQ2w7A1kmrQ9aV2p3l9pwRaAiergA/s1600-h/Picture+095.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizDWNlK7m743QZNS28wFCJYwFklb-rhzKgQ65s8VoEODnm1BSvhAiIWXioI2eRemopsMnmvhvlM00_pivUzuBi25gJ7RPrO4fcP5rkFtU8hBQ2w7A1kmrQ9aV2p3l9pwRaAiergA/s400/Picture+095.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307309140210367010" border="0" /></a><br />Victoria and Adele catching their perch.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjskk_-rFQgJcyic-6bIYQIkixLnqJ8wCq4zdiM9t46GK0ORE_HLfmxyNlwX8xwu8Io_uBeii1bm2SuvFgytdp1Glugnhjz1FIVAAfDGYPZA8gb5kYuA43AB_iFVcJyJg_d4w8Gwg/s1600-h/Picture+098.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjskk_-rFQgJcyic-6bIYQIkixLnqJ8wCq4zdiM9t46GK0ORE_HLfmxyNlwX8xwu8Io_uBeii1bm2SuvFgytdp1Glugnhjz1FIVAAfDGYPZA8gb5kYuA43AB_iFVcJyJg_d4w8Gwg/s400/Picture+098.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307310221884532994" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0BWKH8-zXV3HUpreJIbWH9UVBsjwCKkHKlCWFtkkHr9KOzDkLOR_EjJZr4eILmV68Eh8oIXl0WZiRSbL2vFpYthM2_AMHClPHVYxpUVU2iC87_T2c1D7Kl8aPzIg04WyBuoGyKw/s1600-h/Picture+099.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0BWKH8-zXV3HUpreJIbWH9UVBsjwCKkHKlCWFtkkHr9KOzDkLOR_EjJZr4eILmV68Eh8oIXl0WZiRSbL2vFpYthM2_AMHClPHVYxpUVU2iC87_T2c1D7Kl8aPzIg04WyBuoGyKw/s400/Picture+099.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307310621568577602" border="0" /></a><br />Konrad catching a perch. This picture was taken in June. By August, he began using lures. He caught a pike one day and started screaming with surprise. Once he felt that pull, he has never looked back. Now, he has his own tackle box complete with various lures.<br /><br />The fishing doesn't end at the lake. We had LOTS of water in our front ditch this summer and the kids actually found minnows.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2wM9GroqkmtIxauZv-6-01EcCAogxPBov4ovKXJKR8N8Sv9q72he_I3veMoAWwnf1fu89Cy5SxHHv_per-7kP52kw0m73DhTtCtivjCnB0Md6ddDnIp7AK_hqGEd-cEeBo7t3bg/s1600-h/Picture+195.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2wM9GroqkmtIxauZv-6-01EcCAogxPBov4ovKXJKR8N8Sv9q72he_I3veMoAWwnf1fu89Cy5SxHHv_per-7kP52kw0m73DhTtCtivjCnB0Md6ddDnIp7AK_hqGEd-cEeBo7t3bg/s400/Picture+195.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307311514585135378" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />This summer, we went on a little road trip through Ontario and New York. We stopped to see the Chaggares family in Newmarket and Jen is looking as great as ever!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnvBjJErjgZr20E6z-eEfQjKGY_X70Dx8RxIZemE582DOqbL53E-rgWkzIC31qS3LyuIWzqztpBHqpKSwyl2Rrm0O7WrqiK29hI8opGECbBMJse0mSThtzBHH-6d0_c7G5jLBOdQ/s1600-h/Picture+216.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnvBjJErjgZr20E6z-eEfQjKGY_X70Dx8RxIZemE582DOqbL53E-rgWkzIC31qS3LyuIWzqztpBHqpKSwyl2Rrm0O7WrqiK29hI8opGECbBMJse0mSThtzBHH-6d0_c7G5jLBOdQ/s400/Picture+216.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307312025450911970" border="0" /></a><br /><br />After visiting family, it was onward to Palmyra. It was wonderful travelling with toilet-trained kids this summer but Anders surprised us a little. After crossing the border, we stopped to get a drink. Anders went to the bathroom at the rest stop. As we were reaching our car, he nearly peed his pants and had to pee on the tire of the car. Within the next 30 minutes, we had to stop FOUR TIMES on the side of the highway. I don't know how this child was producing so much urine!<br /><br />Anyhow, we made it to Palmyra and visited all the sites. Here's Konrad between the Sacred Grove and the Smith home.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA99T4PVR-89mz2dmcVInZJYx6NphqmRyFgwgn5Pla37yPy8CnI5N2Cq3ZndXdaoEErUf5UTLhU7aCHiClKTjqjHr_qDjfqpCoohh3Zoa5T9aeAckDO9dskN-ICt9kSRUHO3oDlg/s1600-h/Picture+226.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiA99T4PVR-89mz2dmcVInZJYx6NphqmRyFgwgn5Pla37yPy8CnI5N2Cq3ZndXdaoEErUf5UTLhU7aCHiClKTjqjHr_qDjfqpCoohh3Zoa5T9aeAckDO9dskN-ICt9kSRUHO3oDlg/s400/Picture+226.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307312596754275346" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Eric also had a small mission reunion in Palmyra. We met at a local park and had a great BBQ. Eric will have to explain who these people are in the picture because I really don't have too much to add. Perhaps he'll comment on this blog post if he ever reads it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIE1fQRl61Z86GLwXrn1Lry673dZ-DRdGwwcXXQPQfGS-lDXmbEzcPC5USNMxJFxhrHcoq_FyRSSRn1rsqsPsOQLoZ51bZlJCNIV07_s4q5iL8RVO6_KHGrAVLSd4qSPjSACjNKg/s1600-h/Picture+231.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIE1fQRl61Z86GLwXrn1Lry673dZ-DRdGwwcXXQPQfGS-lDXmbEzcPC5USNMxJFxhrHcoq_FyRSSRn1rsqsPsOQLoZ51bZlJCNIV07_s4q5iL8RVO6_KHGrAVLSd4qSPjSACjNKg/s400/Picture+231.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307313373629120034" border="0" /></a><br /><br />There was a huge thunderstorm rolling through during our picnic and the kids had fun running around in the rain. An older woman at a nearby picnic table was appalled that my son's pants were hanging low since they were soaked through.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYMypsZbsWWtFRPc2Fw04MpsqZGeozUZk0b0zEbrCNMmBcfQr31k_oM04vnlCQYZaVr9GVa_wi2UEo3pri6o2MCDVfwEeadAgWVwEWKzhLfnhz2mSqD7fDeW56m4snbDePT5hPvw/s1600-h/Picture+230.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYMypsZbsWWtFRPc2Fw04MpsqZGeozUZk0b0zEbrCNMmBcfQr31k_oM04vnlCQYZaVr9GVa_wi2UEo3pri6o2MCDVfwEeadAgWVwEWKzhLfnhz2mSqD7fDeW56m4snbDePT5hPvw/s400/Picture+230.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307312984108617314" border="0" /></a><br /><br />So, that's it for now. Perhaps I'll add more photos soon. I finally downloaded some photos this morning.jenjakobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16964522006822008378noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35253959.post-60159577505535362302009-01-10T09:34:00.002-05:002009-01-10T10:01:23.172-05:00Umm... No photosHey everyone. What's a blog posting without any photos? Well, this is one. I had a few minutes and I thought I would write a little update. <br /><br />Since April (the last time I blogged!) too much has happened. We spent some time up at the lake this summer. Eric got a great tent-trailer for us so I am better protected from the noises I hear at night. The kids did really well, considering the water and steep dropoff into the lake. It was a cool summer but we got some swimming and fishing in. Anders turned 3 in July. He had his first real birthday party with two little friends. It was very cute and he was so excited.<br /><br />This fall has been busy. I can't remember why right now, but I've been working a lot and been tired. We're expecting a baby boy February 26th. We've had lots of firsts. First thefts, first piano recital, .... We have another nanny with us right now. Her name is Casey and she is from New Mexico, USA. The boys like her a lot and they also enjoy her fiance Francois. Yup, she's getting married March 20th. By then, I should have had our baby and be home again. We've had tenants in our basement since August which has been fun for the boys (there are 3 boys close to their age). We've learned a lot through this experience. <br /><br />Konrad is enjoying French Immersion this year and learning a lot more French!!! Very exciting because now he understands some things we say around the house. He's also able to read. I catch him studying his multiplication table posted beside his bed before I turn out the lights. And he's learning piano. He's also starting jiu-jitsu this winter. Anders is learning to be an avid fisherman as well, LOVES his books and animals, is very affectionate and can stay in the lines while colouring. These things are important to kids. Actually, Anders knows the notes on the piano almost as well as Konrad since he's present for daily practices. <br /><br />We had a busy Christmas. I worked through the holidays so there wasn't much 'down-time'. Actually, it nearly killed me. There's also been the transit strike in Ottawa for over a month which means I need to leave half an hour earlier (6:45) to avoid spending 1.5 to 2 hours on the way to work. It's been inconvenient for us but I really feel for all the people whose livelihood is threatened by the lack of transit. Urghhh..... <br /><br />Friends came over on Christmas Eve and we ate lots of good stuff (thanks to the Lee Wen family and Kaicy!), sang carols and played music. We were to host the Jakob Family Christmas but Grandpa Jakob broke his leg mid-December so Eric's parents weren't able to make it. Everyone else came, including my parents. Once the dinner was over, things were relaxed. On the Saturday, we took the boys ice-fishing up at the lake. They each caught a prize trout which we enjoyed for dinner the next day. New Year's was a bit quieter than usual - we had some friends over for a relaxed evening. No one else was working over the holidays so I was trying to be social in the evenings and effective at work during the day. Not something I can manage very long. <br /><br />Right now, we're at Eric's parents place for a couple days while Eric worked in the area. Ken and Wendy had a baby girl Thursday and we're hoping to catch a glimpse of the baby before we leave town to return to Ottawa. Congrats Ken and Wendy!!!jenjakobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16964522006822008378noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35253959.post-23627208612534202802008-06-08T16:35:00.009-04:002008-06-08T16:58:03.843-04:00April HappenigsI usually feel the urge to blog when I've finally down/uploaded photos (I forget if it's downloading or uploading). Here's some from April.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Konrad's Fifth Birthday</span><br /><br />Konrad turned 5. We had a lovely birthday party with some boys. They made some crafty fish, played a couple fishing games and ate a fish cake (or a cake decorated like a fish). It was a fun day.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrvPjMN5QkuUAy3tH3CkBFPTcsDufxpiOCzsE3f_Xx8JnjvyLoi3vzu3HxU9tUdIMEUseyR7yA1ZQWbszm9FdlyPm8q8nmNvASuUVFVpJBhYxILeAPo2xOb0qj-hOaVgf_91VaTA/s1600-h/Picture+037.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrvPjMN5QkuUAy3tH3CkBFPTcsDufxpiOCzsE3f_Xx8JnjvyLoi3vzu3HxU9tUdIMEUseyR7yA1ZQWbszm9FdlyPm8q8nmNvASuUVFVpJBhYxILeAPo2xOb0qj-hOaVgf_91VaTA/s400/Picture+037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209612767524018770" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXStrG-qXx6b-yBxHCZr1U0xk-yxWDeYQZrjmGX9ATT5XdCf_AVnpDqx-eCy-ZZSzNIou24WMnJv9Er_jLcES3bJtrR_18Wfq8AkM3JPjHHVwJ1uSmYc4NHjlIkP6AclsGd5Pzkw/s1600-h/Picture+030.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXStrG-qXx6b-yBxHCZr1U0xk-yxWDeYQZrjmGX9ATT5XdCf_AVnpDqx-eCy-ZZSzNIou24WMnJv9Er_jLcES3bJtrR_18Wfq8AkM3JPjHHVwJ1uSmYc4NHjlIkP6AclsGd5Pzkw/s400/Picture+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209612421878961874" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">THE RACE</span><br /><br />And then... what do most families do with their children on a Friday night? Hmm.... rent a movie, perhaps a bike ride, play a game, have a BBQ. We introduced our children to horse racing. Our horse -Noble Robin, won!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1PWNpATQl8GEwuxb96t3Bdt9sCC1FPq7u5KSGrhMc_IbUZdsyckbldxCcCbbTn1JwnfwAcRehrtkXxdXD6FSaVepUJSqEK8hgfks4Mqmo1f3Yhaut6DZjYHwLEEVUxjciM6wBYg/s1600-h/Picture+043.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1PWNpATQl8GEwuxb96t3Bdt9sCC1FPq7u5KSGrhMc_IbUZdsyckbldxCcCbbTn1JwnfwAcRehrtkXxdXD6FSaVepUJSqEK8hgfks4Mqmo1f3Yhaut6DZjYHwLEEVUxjciM6wBYg/s400/Picture+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209613870204320578" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLSYr9WimYpsf0_xWBFV6hHSbk5LIpeWwfJ414z7dotzscLCOzDOjPmA-u6jivT5KqbSToyS4L5ArFXGsiNorzk5BEfj0wveI7rleGyPCPuzUaQHnG7ddQjk-rfsIECQ2xEQRHpw/s1600-h/Picture+047.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLSYr9WimYpsf0_xWBFV6hHSbk5LIpeWwfJ414z7dotzscLCOzDOjPmA-u6jivT5KqbSToyS4L5ArFXGsiNorzk5BEfj0wveI7rleGyPCPuzUaQHnG7ddQjk-rfsIECQ2xEQRHpw/s400/Picture+047.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209614224819867810" border="0" /></a><br />This was actually my first time at the horsetrack, too. My co-worker, Susan (in the pink sweater) owns Noble Robin and her boyfriend, Guy Gravelle, trains harness racers. In the spirit of 'pink', I wore a pink shirt, too. The horse was pretty wired after the race and the kids were afraid to get too close for a picture. We also had a picture taken with the professional photographer and there was fear in the children's faces. It was fun... and she won!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">THE TREE</span><br /><br />I love our pine tree. It is beautiful but it is also half dead. So, Eric decided to have some treeclimbers come and take it down. Sad, but it had to be done. Konrad was in the mix of course, helping Daddy stack the wood and clean up.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirGhGhY7YLDyeRPlnk7DJyoyvVSH-Yk9fpZBGWGFkda9GWHc6qYDlPGZHbLBCpALmENC3roA_iE_WYuIXUXV4EHwodByMQ7yeV7arNnATi01z7VSxU2pgQmLydR6wHfCmCRvNamw/s1600-h/Picture+050.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirGhGhY7YLDyeRPlnk7DJyoyvVSH-Yk9fpZBGWGFkda9GWHc6qYDlPGZHbLBCpALmENC3roA_iE_WYuIXUXV4EHwodByMQ7yeV7arNnATi01z7VSxU2pgQmLydR6wHfCmCRvNamw/s400/Picture+050.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209616067259108402" border="0" /></a><br />His sunglasses are a nice touch.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCmgJMNSYnfpA1JfsNr_Gfg2LZoPmvO5kwa9fLobTIFPWDhBU4QqqIztsMc2jm39dJ8x5FHyu0LfiytyY2zOwxfMTZTYzk29y8_UYsFnQ7x4HxmeX1MzeDUyKVSaZwpOyUdIOtlg/s1600-h/Picture+054.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCmgJMNSYnfpA1JfsNr_Gfg2LZoPmvO5kwa9fLobTIFPWDhBU4QqqIztsMc2jm39dJ8x5FHyu0LfiytyY2zOwxfMTZTYzk29y8_UYsFnQ7x4HxmeX1MzeDUyKVSaZwpOyUdIOtlg/s400/Picture+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209616411449357154" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The End of the Day<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCmPAGgbF_dm7-P2noPAC9SLkk8p0bS4Wl6z0YfXfJUubQyWRIU7xiNq4vhFio-nwrx6ZpZLqOkQApOpr4mhWMpYLWX04brGeoesbLeC6GWm1yQQSww9R2hSqOSZbBhyphenhyphenVNrvdPqA/s1600-h/Picture+060.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCmPAGgbF_dm7-P2noPAC9SLkk8p0bS4Wl6z0YfXfJUubQyWRIU7xiNq4vhFio-nwrx6ZpZLqOkQApOpr4mhWMpYLWX04brGeoesbLeC6GWm1yQQSww9R2hSqOSZbBhyphenhyphenVNrvdPqA/s400/Picture+060.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209617187071371762" border="0" /></a>jenjakobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16964522006822008378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35253959.post-10345808445627931792008-06-08T08:01:00.002-04:002008-06-08T08:06:34.132-04:00The Boys are are GoodI might start blogging again - we'll see. I took the boys to their annual check-up two weeks ago. We missed last year's check-up so it had been a LONG time since they've seen a doctor.<br /><br />Konrad is 44.5 inches tall and 44 lbs.<br /><br />Anders is 39 inches tall and 36 lbs.<br /><br />In every way, they are normal and developing well. Anders has continued along his growth curve consistently - big.<br /><br />They each had immunization shots. Since I am soooo far behind in those, they each had two shots. They were amazing!!! Konrad scrunched up his face after the second one because it stings once it gets in and Anders didn't do much of anything. The nurse praised them and they each got 5 stickers.<br /><br />My boys are brave!jenjakobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16964522006822008378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35253959.post-7236013028769615022008-04-07T21:51:00.008-04:002008-04-07T22:21:32.843-04:00I Think Winter Might be Ending...This has been the longest winter ever. I remember getting my winter tires on in November after we'd already had 2 or 3 snowstorms. I think my tires need replacing next year from all the wear on snow and ice this year. For those who haven't had the joy of living in Ottawa this year - we have had well over 400cm of snow this winter. I think we're 12 cm from the all-time record. That sounds impressive and I can report that I drove to work every day - even the days when I had to check the traffic on the road at the end of our street, back up 20 metres and 'giv-ur' (Canadian slang for accelerating as quickly as possible so I don't get stuck). I took it all in stride but there were some moments. We were lucky. We live outside the city so we had a big yard to dump our snow. The streets throughout the city was a whole different story. The streets were barely wide enough for one car, let alone 2 cars and pedestrians (since clearing the sidewalks was abandoned long ago). The city of Gatineau publicly stated that they wouldn't clear sidewalks and would instead focus on clearing lanes of major streets that had been snowbanks. Many 4 lane streets became 2 lane streets. On the night of the BIG snow in March, a friend of ours who is a firefighter was working. Unlucky him. Since the ambulances couldn't go down most streets or roads, the firefighters had to carry people on stretchers through knee-deep snow to meet the ambulance on major roads. That must have been exhausting. I know, because I went out to play with the kids and had to walk through hip-deep snow. It's not an easy thing.<br /><br />This is Anders in our back yard. Good thing the water in the pool is frozen or I'm afraid it wouldn't meet code. Note how Anders didn't sink into the snow.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyq08mECf5t4GJ14CEANHAlBFkG1dhd1Uhos2JMobf310otg_Pbe4r5be2Hpu1oLp-sabV-YcC4lzoarJqpreFqhcPDQq0q2UX2TffySFl6IdX6ng1xYPcaODsdnsYS26d8XC9ag/s1600-h/Picture+054.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyq08mECf5t4GJ14CEANHAlBFkG1dhd1Uhos2JMobf310otg_Pbe4r5be2Hpu1oLp-sabV-YcC4lzoarJqpreFqhcPDQq0q2UX2TffySFl6IdX6ng1xYPcaODsdnsYS26d8XC9ag/s400/Picture+054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186691765943848050" border="0" /></a><br /><br />This is Konrad playing in the backyard. This is my kitchen window above the sink so that is one big pile of snow he's sitting on.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9GpxQM5xfJG5ca77INXoTSqWXipJpLa-yMUhuUTuimbCwjAu3kwwXDRx9qq5F8F3NvEmkh456srs1PooJ3qZkeZIfBeBwmpgCeKKL5-6LeqG01PD-daJJX5pfVSgc31lMTWm1qA/s1600-h/Picture+052.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9GpxQM5xfJG5ca77INXoTSqWXipJpLa-yMUhuUTuimbCwjAu3kwwXDRx9qq5F8F3NvEmkh456srs1PooJ3qZkeZIfBeBwmpgCeKKL5-6LeqG01PD-daJJX5pfVSgc31lMTWm1qA/s400/Picture+052.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186691482476006498" border="0" /></a><br />Eric even got our snowblower stuck. Seriously. He had to dig it out with a shovel.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIoEtM6u1WJdOU1K9TTyTCTtGAXB8gBFW5uF8CvFQ3LH98V8qmpJxdhBgvkna2Z0CVJECCLytclbcP5YQwi4zOrVybUfkdkFdtNrmWotrf-PH368MO5CKBNOv5AZVHFArRAFDVRw/s1600-h/Picture+020.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIoEtM6u1WJdOU1K9TTyTCTtGAXB8gBFW5uF8CvFQ3LH98V8qmpJxdhBgvkna2Z0CVJECCLytclbcP5YQwi4zOrVybUfkdkFdtNrmWotrf-PH368MO5CKBNOv5AZVHFArRAFDVRw/s400/Picture+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186691160353459282" border="0" /></a><br />Eric braving new paths. What fun this winter has been.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_KdkCiRZ0L4o19bsmHZdxOAM-usyBBrW0muH2pupBEPy83j2LipW2BdEN3FO0otFtetst2kerC7TU8XC69iwsgKzXA1Gia-_dXmirwAK6dO2c_7PxFkVSIKFqmEUX0R2RNt6MMA/s1600-h/Picture+019.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_KdkCiRZ0L4o19bsmHZdxOAM-usyBBrW0muH2pupBEPy83j2LipW2BdEN3FO0otFtetst2kerC7TU8XC69iwsgKzXA1Gia-_dXmirwAK6dO2c_7PxFkVSIKFqmEUX0R2RNt6MMA/s400/Picture+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186690902655421506" border="0" /></a><br />And here are my boys in front of the sliding door. Good thing Anders doesn't sink through the snow because I fear he would have been lost forever!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXg-s4P8OyUrJrYlrjRBi4cClWrDx4MV6kMP158mh62Q7RTAPWgpIMYfPBtUl1to8SLpnrU2EuYyHc-M04WcG2L5Me-fGECEwIVgfwOAvi4_diMFeaCfpocn_hpnI8M13I6BVZPg/s1600-h/Picture+014.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXg-s4P8OyUrJrYlrjRBi4cClWrDx4MV6kMP158mh62Q7RTAPWgpIMYfPBtUl1to8SLpnrU2EuYyHc-M04WcG2L5Me-fGECEwIVgfwOAvi4_diMFeaCfpocn_hpnI8M13I6BVZPg/s400/Picture+014.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186690602007710770" border="0" /></a><br />And now I think winter might be ending. We can actually see grass in some places - like over the septic bed. Mind you, I think we will have snow on our back deck well into May. Perhaps it will melt just in time for Eric's birthday BBQ.jenjakobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16964522006822008378noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35253959.post-37111164268130236212008-01-03T21:44:00.001-05:002008-01-03T22:37:43.657-05:00'Why Doesn't Jennifer Blog More Often' - Here's WhyIn response to Laura's blog entry - I will raise my voice, speaking out for infrequent bloggers everywhere.<br /><br />Why I haven't blogged for over a month - I've been busy. Lots has happened - believe me - plenty enough but I have been too tired to write about it. AND - work has been terribly depressing. PLUS - we've misplaced our camera again. What's a good blog entry without pictures? Luckily, other people take pictures. So, I might be using some of them.<br /><br />Christmas was eventful. Ward Christmas Dinners, school concert for Konrad, baking cookies with the kids and visiting others. We particularly visited an elderly couple in a retirement home nearby - the Greenfields. It was fun. She doesn't hear very well so she would speak over her husband while he was speaking to us. Neither would stop talking so Eric and I looked at each other - not knowing which way to look. We tag teamed it - He listened to her and I listened to him. The kids had fun. They ate one of the muffins we brought for the Greenfield's and also managed to score one of their apples.<br /><br />We also had a dinner party at the Bondarchuk home. They've just moved to Ottawa and wanted to thank those that helped them move into their home. Here's a couple pictures from the evening:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmWWhL-WpAUxO5Iz2DQ7M_KTktbawjfROMr2biJSrOGyBxCVb_okbRoAUpqO2LOv8uymbUpB6s3evvOwHKKciUjb_oBQNurO0YPOkSBHUPY6x-enjNNoHy-bD66cOKGSjv2y4ZYg/s1600-h/bondarchukparty1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmWWhL-WpAUxO5Iz2DQ7M_KTktbawjfROMr2biJSrOGyBxCVb_okbRoAUpqO2LOv8uymbUpB6s3evvOwHKKciUjb_oBQNurO0YPOkSBHUPY6x-enjNNoHy-bD66cOKGSjv2y4ZYg/s320/bondarchukparty1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151453480047447970" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYaKde5aSdSdWz-3xAv362k7F14dVcL-E9K-wzgjzjJ-3rt8nUmeduSRfi7wIhxXsbq2_l8UeUjx4d1IB8kRkXznsjHj90yd-WM37aXhFkNiXo1ja590d0mrf3Z6WayOuW4qgeWQ/s1600-h/bondarchukparty3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYaKde5aSdSdWz-3xAv362k7F14dVcL-E9K-wzgjzjJ-3rt8nUmeduSRfi7wIhxXsbq2_l8UeUjx4d1IB8kRkXznsjHj90yd-WM37aXhFkNiXo1ja590d0mrf3Z6WayOuW4qgeWQ/s400/bondarchukparty3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151453939608948658" border="0" /></a><br />Christmas - there was a Christmas Eve that we hosted for a few friends - food, singing, A Christmas Story, gingerbread houses.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs24dyigws1nIlaJ-qRGbmWgkDsDzBn96QlmV0idXQ_-a_n9oD4A_3WKLXAEfRTcDRIMpL0rmR7UsHL15BNXYqEMHTqWzyOg9LiGMabRjmU9uDKH8H6y5N762j47ApL245P5PCSQ/s1600-h/Christmas+Eve+2007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs24dyigws1nIlaJ-qRGbmWgkDsDzBn96QlmV0idXQ_-a_n9oD4A_3WKLXAEfRTcDRIMpL0rmR7UsHL15BNXYqEMHTqWzyOg9LiGMabRjmU9uDKH8H6y5N762j47ApL245P5PCSQ/s400/Christmas+Eve+2007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151457865209057234" border="0" /></a><br /><br />On Christmas Day we drove to Cambridge to enjoy the Jakob Family festivities. Food. Turkey dinner, pies, crepes the next morning, turkey soup, homemade turkey alfredo pizza, french toast. My stomach was in complete shock. I felt so gross lastweek but who can not enjoy the wonderful food? Konrad played the Wii and Anders... pretended to play the Wii.<br /><br />Then on to the McCartney Family Christmas - more turkey with all the trimmings and fabuous pies. It was nice to see everyone - it's been a long time since we've all been together (except for Laura of course).<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRfQf2D3eMMMdhNdt4iaBBVUFpY9N9ADuMOkK86O91uLrXZvDR9IagvzNLiCbAQRcDHhBDbqF8BSJoFrgcHFtxk9Vccr0P5sUJN-W3YnF3kfPIRT_8EMgUcuI8pJ-l10mdHxLLhQ/s1600-h/McCartney+Family+Christmas+Kids+attacking+Megan.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRfQf2D3eMMMdhNdt4iaBBVUFpY9N9ADuMOkK86O91uLrXZvDR9IagvzNLiCbAQRcDHhBDbqF8BSJoFrgcHFtxk9Vccr0P5sUJN-W3YnF3kfPIRT_8EMgUcuI8pJ-l10mdHxLLhQ/s400/McCartney+Family+Christmas+Kids+attacking+Megan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151458947540815842" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKl7pQYZb7hqU4J4Z5AbcREboqCvPjDLapprV0ztc6YIzDg_Mr3PMGlIeN3PFcoYh-d8yRNL2BrA10hqar2mhN7TEDLXWQSZElye3uH-riSSvZBTc8KVn878ua1l_IIMHJmgdduw/s1600-h/Mccartney+Fam+Christmas07.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKl7pQYZb7hqU4J4Z5AbcREboqCvPjDLapprV0ztc6YIzDg_Mr3PMGlIeN3PFcoYh-d8yRNL2BrA10hqar2mhN7TEDLXWQSZElye3uH-riSSvZBTc8KVn878ua1l_IIMHJmgdduw/s400/Mccartney+Fam+Christmas07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151459243893559282" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJWbbKcGFye-zsH8ca_a7m_FG1jOvcBHgXRNtSmErAYR0dKy8kA3yXgV9rIeFODdqAWx4TXC9KqSWsyC-W4Q55DeQRsOstbG6hIGNEQ91xadJhSO57ZQ9H6I-UVTuxa0EwxgALxA/s1600-h/McCartney+Family+Christmas+2007+US.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJWbbKcGFye-zsH8ca_a7m_FG1jOvcBHgXRNtSmErAYR0dKy8kA3yXgV9rIeFODdqAWx4TXC9KqSWsyC-W4Q55DeQRsOstbG6hIGNEQ91xadJhSO57ZQ9H6I-UVTuxa0EwxgALxA/s400/McCartney+Family+Christmas+2007+US.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151460085707149330" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Braden was baptized Dec 27th. A very busy and family-filled week.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyVu906FJzseXzDydudahCjQz5utY3hpB9Nx5C483ZqoHgPGQrMzAPJ0PDgttsqNz1a8fmNZPkC1w_hdMTSyxr55rISqttFa5sTSUMIR74M_63hC83eCNBdY3CImf0-R6IQcGmmA/s1600-h/Braden's+Baptism+-+Dec+28+2007+003.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyVu906FJzseXzDydudahCjQz5utY3hpB9Nx5C483ZqoHgPGQrMzAPJ0PDgttsqNz1a8fmNZPkC1w_hdMTSyxr55rISqttFa5sTSUMIR74M_63hC83eCNBdY3CImf0-R6IQcGmmA/s400/Braden's+Baptism+-+Dec+28+2007+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151455485797175234" border="0" /></a>jenjakobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16964522006822008378noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35253959.post-4950571993567568562007-11-24T08:57:00.001-05:002007-11-24T08:59:02.948-05:00I'm Not a Geek!<a href="http://www.justsayhi.com/bb/geek" style="background: transparent url(http://assets.justsayhi.com/badges/171/30/geek_badge1_green.ax783klyo6.jpg) no-repeat scroll 0% 50%; text-decoration: none; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial; display: block; width: 268px; height: 82px;"><span style="display: block; padding-left: 125px; padding-top: 28px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:Arial;font-size:22;" >20% Geek</span></a><p><br /></p><br /><br />Surprise! Well, I had my suspicions. I know that I'm not very geeky.jenjakobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16964522006822008378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35253959.post-70335125369344215122007-10-17T21:41:00.001-04:002007-10-17T22:05:17.091-04:00Adventures in BabysittingChild care has been ... varied since I returned to work in August. We found a nice lady nearby for 3 weeks and then their Aunt Eiryn came to watch them for about a month. I think that they had fun. Erin also likes to take photos... and who can resist wonderful photos of the boys?<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFK22W_5Uw1IQ_W3yTstrMVFntZqc55zCQXEtxvnGLIs_FCazGJ8kKr4UZEeYf69WdB9Ub6N1PlcwQwhxHquFuCWkq-jI2OJRQmfS3zghXHbGpnTvr30g6lM2fmnDj0iEgvJF50Q/s1600-h/IMG_7336.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFK22W_5Uw1IQ_W3yTstrMVFntZqc55zCQXEtxvnGLIs_FCazGJ8kKr4UZEeYf69WdB9Ub6N1PlcwQwhxHquFuCWkq-jI2OJRQmfS3zghXHbGpnTvr30g6lM2fmnDj0iEgvJF50Q/s400/IMG_7336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122488534680966402" border="0" /></a><br />Yes, Anders is peeking through luncheon meat - the kind with macaroni and cheese in it. I didn't buy it - it was leftover from Isabelle's reception.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUjm7kH7p8g1DQAx_Kilvcl-97gtRIUYMB_NmDn3EpE6bgCEQoTYnRYt-hpQBruBI2Ex1wpbMgcooCbsL2rZNS0bfJa-L0owRv-Xxakpkz82Hh_Y26I7vK_mSRl0TStp24yg49Qw/s1600-h/IMG_7345.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUjm7kH7p8g1DQAx_Kilvcl-97gtRIUYMB_NmDn3EpE6bgCEQoTYnRYt-hpQBruBI2Ex1wpbMgcooCbsL2rZNS0bfJa-L0owRv-Xxakpkz82Hh_Y26I7vK_mSRl0TStp24yg49Qw/s400/IMG_7345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122488358587307234" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXajsfd5uOw7-CwNz2cYzi0KGyNOwj3mmoP9xTxRv68lkL4nq2SZaEXPxlnw4mdtI60lwvpgDSgCye2Oj-BsIbuNkMrCSfUo4BRrQMLStecqsFeZla_glN5JNsPoTm0h7GiAlMOQ/s1600-h/IMG_7300.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXajsfd5uOw7-CwNz2cYzi0KGyNOwj3mmoP9xTxRv68lkL4nq2SZaEXPxlnw4mdtI60lwvpgDSgCye2Oj-BsIbuNkMrCSfUo4BRrQMLStecqsFeZla_glN5JNsPoTm0h7GiAlMOQ/s400/IMG_7300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122487654212670674" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Be prepared. The following photos may cause heart palpitations. That was my reaction when I walked in.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGnX4m2bw7oTU5XQbZHdOgNXSkeRlqXbOVyY304D6AAhHopsx5avYXcwxPEj7xKWiqAPwhvKCaHpkgyGNwgj0ySu6Y48fA1cZ_p7c85PbtxzxL6ExSZYuoAF4ZyKdom1zO9_nhiA/s1600-h/IMG_7267.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiGnX4m2bw7oTU5XQbZHdOgNXSkeRlqXbOVyY304D6AAhHopsx5avYXcwxPEj7xKWiqAPwhvKCaHpkgyGNwgj0ySu6Y48fA1cZ_p7c85PbtxzxL6ExSZYuoAF4ZyKdom1zO9_nhiA/s400/IMG_7267.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122487478119011522" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9LjLYIfFM3nwPvJVDmZ7Y54tgwCHc3m0k2blHq8OrC-MbST17cuwYDObHWFRC4HdY_Jg7shCQVEjzqjG5N3iyffkZGMYiqrLrT6Kj0lsd2uVxrxubUYm05QvhlrQJ_0c6rOWF3g/s1600-h/IMG_7265.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9LjLYIfFM3nwPvJVDmZ7Y54tgwCHc3m0k2blHq8OrC-MbST17cuwYDObHWFRC4HdY_Jg7shCQVEjzqjG5N3iyffkZGMYiqrLrT6Kj0lsd2uVxrxubUYm05QvhlrQJ_0c6rOWF3g/s400/IMG_7265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122487198946137266" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGUO5fXEw7IX7rHKZFIJGqvlc7C_gZ8wr2l6HmyNgjpzuS3aCjsMDSbqO7tanKT4uTbBTf-Myi9YWv2BppIA40Nji91RXmmr731qxeSuABJXBdVLpZa_M4MKQNulV3Rl_3AOdLsA/s1600-h/IMG_7261.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGUO5fXEw7IX7rHKZFIJGqvlc7C_gZ8wr2l6HmyNgjpzuS3aCjsMDSbqO7tanKT4uTbBTf-Myi9YWv2BppIA40Nji91RXmmr731qxeSuABJXBdVLpZa_M4MKQNulV3Rl_3AOdLsA/s400/IMG_7261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122487018557510818" border="0" /></a>jenjakobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16964522006822008378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35253959.post-43739762458792742222007-10-14T08:49:00.001-04:002007-10-15T21:47:16.643-04:00Where to Start?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha3VG3_s0Evqem_qQ_BZaE5dshmkXIs3EAwrvgY4kVVmJMr79KhDE3QZcnIAYPswvVxWuRZHRYXQWbQC46uOPmjnhqrKcZI1_kwHgUWtafoVtpuTsLoVwnnZ5uvGIRm5_1fLHrEg/s1600-h/Picture+503.jpg">How do you catch up on 2 months of happenings at the Jakob household?<img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha3VG3_s0Evqem_qQ_BZaE5dshmkXIs3EAwrvgY4kVVmJMr79KhDE3QZcnIAYPswvVxWuRZHRYXQWbQC46uOPmjnhqrKcZI1_kwHgUWtafoVtpuTsLoVwnnZ5uvGIRm5_1fLHrEg/s400/Picture+503.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121174944703288434" border="0" /></a><br />Konrad loved playing soccer this summer. He loved to be a goalie and LOVED scoring goals. It was a lot of fun. During their 'Family Fun' year-end tournament, Konrad quickly abandoned his position on the field when he saw a parent eating rice chips. He darted straight for the bag and begged a snack. One boy on his team professed his love on the field. He kissed one of the girls on the team and then ran victory laps. They also made 'grass angels'. It was a fun day.<br /><br /><br />AND my boy started school. He was nervous about getting on the bus alone but I advised him to grab onto the railing and walk up the stairs. Everything else would be fine. I guess it went fine because he has loved the past month of school.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJtklp2HnEniNuGorcOOqaVnIzIzKY80UHJj8ikZ0J6VfH8R9legFRivut8z0jXcY0k9nDf5jW11_MJ_LcbQEh-RBxNAjNMf_YMjAXcb8R5XhqsjxCImtANxHGnGoKf5qsN83K8w/s1600-h/Picture+040.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJtklp2HnEniNuGorcOOqaVnIzIzKY80UHJj8ikZ0J6VfH8R9legFRivut8z0jXcY0k9nDf5jW11_MJ_LcbQEh-RBxNAjNMf_YMjAXcb8R5XhqsjxCImtANxHGnGoKf5qsN83K8w/s400/Picture+040.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121185506027869330" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikaLpcZqbfe1yCVc0hqu1YAzElEbAkgqF9ADiCsYNhv7oZJIC_JLZ7PkhoPEKuED3E9qBCsVKxOZ3r1BEVrj3pUuTkLmhH2_7BUnI4vozCLIxaSeKRbM2YUBM0DUQsfbngXbehWw/s1600-h/Picture+043.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikaLpcZqbfe1yCVc0hqu1YAzElEbAkgqF9ADiCsYNhv7oZJIC_JLZ7PkhoPEKuED3E9qBCsVKxOZ3r1BEVrj3pUuTkLmhH2_7BUnI4vozCLIxaSeKRbM2YUBM0DUQsfbngXbehWw/s400/Picture+043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121181872485536898" border="0" /></a>jenjakobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16964522006822008378noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35253959.post-75325183295325424452007-09-02T17:37:00.001-04:002007-09-02T17:54:49.337-04:00Konrad is a very social boy. Our neighbours know him well. If he sees Ben, the boy across the street, he yells out from the house, 'Ben! Ben! Ben!...' (and so on) until Konrad can make his way outside. If Konrad sees our neighbour Fritz, he shouts, 'Fritz! Fritz! Fritz!'. Konrad will go to the fence daily and negotiate with Fritz for his daily vegetable ration. Konrad has managed to receive 4 cucumbers, tomatoes, carrots and rhubarb.<br /><br />One day, Konrad was inside the house doing what boys do... when he spotted Fritz walking down the road. Fritz does a daily walk down to the mailbox at around 3:30. Konrad ran outside to greet him but was too late. I suggested to Konrad that he talk to Fritz when he returns from the mailbox. Konrad flipped the recycling bin over and waited......<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZr9FzbI8jEI3MEI8oUshpO_M9IAjydwHs9zxleOVthcBgUPIv7J1y9Epn6qS0XkZDGFMGVFZMjwl2U7xECwQzMaTwI_lIieAdE1jBsaGMeGQOCUlBOKU-rEyn-mFVNt33XdeWMw/s1600-h/Picture+469.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZr9FzbI8jEI3MEI8oUshpO_M9IAjydwHs9zxleOVthcBgUPIv7J1y9Epn6qS0XkZDGFMGVFZMjwl2U7xECwQzMaTwI_lIieAdE1jBsaGMeGQOCUlBOKU-rEyn-mFVNt33XdeWMw/s400/Picture+469.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105725645709540018" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglrLp0usTGCC0BgGfn_aiEJ_J_Lvx6ZsdaEvYJQwfO6jKgFXcGxYyDdTfESo4hHeEFARqGD_Vlo2gk3O5lBrA7y3S8W9fHQYJ8ukUdjK0RsiV_wiObOLbYw1YFu72_dbaK3bpHTA/s1600-h/Picture+471.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglrLp0usTGCC0BgGfn_aiEJ_J_Lvx6ZsdaEvYJQwfO6jKgFXcGxYyDdTfESo4hHeEFARqGD_Vlo2gk3O5lBrA7y3S8W9fHQYJ8ukUdjK0RsiV_wiObOLbYw1YFu72_dbaK3bpHTA/s400/Picture+471.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105724919860066978" border="0" /></a><br />If you look closely enough, Fritz is in the distance returning from the mailbox. My son is social ... and tenacious.jenjakobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16964522006822008378noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35253959.post-24501348790398086142007-08-28T21:18:00.001-04:002007-08-28T21:31:39.925-04:00He's Got Wheels...Two of Them.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5V0ZGeNvZydlWqWz166puM9OUNC0JBcn6s5VoJOyiIntPl9LBTA1sdU9YgWKKQS6YaesV_IlfdyX-lP7ebsR1cbtv4ArU74SpT2Y5mftoj-G3XkMYZyFgYk2893BUKsXKbkD6og/s1600-h/Picture+456.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5V0ZGeNvZydlWqWz166puM9OUNC0JBcn6s5VoJOyiIntPl9LBTA1sdU9YgWKKQS6YaesV_IlfdyX-lP7ebsR1cbtv4ArU74SpT2Y5mftoj-G3XkMYZyFgYk2893BUKsXKbkD6og/s400/Picture+456.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103927918428322450" border="0" /></a><br />Can you believe it? Konrad is riding a bike without training wheels. He's already been on hour-long bike rides since then. He was so excited... can you see the smile on his face? There never was a prouder boy than Konrad.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje944ZPl2hJtibxdGVBPKkek4r7vGJ13lehzRo-Qwz2li74HUvt3DuVlxVIDnWRNVveWfHHp6n6BWgxLxiDb-TxM-2H0JFFCMbx9qum7AY2Hv9VovluXM2EzfI79xqdTUSr_bbzQ/s1600-h/Picture+455.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEje944ZPl2hJtibxdGVBPKkek4r7vGJ13lehzRo-Qwz2li74HUvt3DuVlxVIDnWRNVveWfHHp6n6BWgxLxiDb-TxM-2H0JFFCMbx9qum7AY2Hv9VovluXM2EzfI79xqdTUSr_bbzQ/s400/Picture+455.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103926625643166338" border="0" /></a>jenjakobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16964522006822008378noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35253959.post-44308632454907086802007-08-26T22:28:00.000-04:002007-08-26T23:10:05.402-04:00Anders Birthday! (from July 18th - A delayed post)Anders birthday was in July but I hadn't downloaded the photos until yesterday. Anders turned two and we spent a day at the Toronto Metro Zoo. Isn't that what every family does in the summer? The kids had a blast. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfXSkOxtc-1ma1b3Au67sz-XWJPjcjBuWpCa2mKUgnxIm_uXE36Nv5O0RF1qdepLg8bfxTyJYfSsmrsooNcPG7nI5lhUpVN83ucCphDZvfZamO1EnxCyp3NrV8KdtW7kv2o80wQw/s1600-h/Picture+510.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfXSkOxtc-1ma1b3Au67sz-XWJPjcjBuWpCa2mKUgnxIm_uXE36Nv5O0RF1qdepLg8bfxTyJYfSsmrsooNcPG7nI5lhUpVN83ucCphDZvfZamO1EnxCyp3NrV8KdtW7kv2o80wQw/s400/Picture+510.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103208172103826034" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Anders loves animals right now. He's all about the animals. Elephants are one of his very favourite animals so we had to take a photo!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrKKiyOYh4HHtGG9SDDV70F16GU-sNHcthwZrxBT30himtbsKovfxXfP2fqaojHcAk650OpStyMWhmG81CQYJCckwFyhlymiXH6OPOFcHCwkFHjPKvWltB4NtBmPSq7XcbUdtn8g/s1600-h/Picture+509.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrKKiyOYh4HHtGG9SDDV70F16GU-sNHcthwZrxBT30himtbsKovfxXfP2fqaojHcAk650OpStyMWhmG81CQYJCckwFyhlymiXH6OPOFcHCwkFHjPKvWltB4NtBmPSq7XcbUdtn8g/s400/Picture+509.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103206862138800738" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrggeUJAiQ6dYhOCAMAfepLqfbMbxVCeJaUPgqndy3i6iw1MYrvaQCpZA0kVkHBhcNLc9pFeNrVYAddsUzChmyalVExSMitpxlXRkXYf3J5OqpD91soH1zNMabUmWMd6Zay2TNqg/s1600-h/Picture+525.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrggeUJAiQ6dYhOCAMAfepLqfbMbxVCeJaUPgqndy3i6iw1MYrvaQCpZA0kVkHBhcNLc9pFeNrVYAddsUzChmyalVExSMitpxlXRkXYf3J5OqpD91soH1zNMabUmWMd6Zay2TNqg/s320/Picture+525.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103205410439854674" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I was getting a few requests for proof that I had actually made the most amazing raspberry lemon cream cake ever. Here it is. The cake that I will never make again.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And the end to a great birthday for a 2 year old - swimming with Grandpa Jakob. It was a great day.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnjZxsPb0ptNfg-jGmU_03Uz81373I9dlusTIZaQhTiYairOCjV_Yl8ZUIhnGhpqjRJ99IG6IwbLr-xldSdjlGmBHEbQVs36-Jz4n745Vm64NNO5eZx-JzvPJyBXe2fomNqbGUOg/s1600-h/Picture+533.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnjZxsPb0ptNfg-jGmU_03Uz81373I9dlusTIZaQhTiYairOCjV_Yl8ZUIhnGhpqjRJ99IG6IwbLr-xldSdjlGmBHEbQVs36-Jz4n745Vm64NNO5eZx-JzvPJyBXe2fomNqbGUOg/s320/Picture+533.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103203353150519874" border="0" /></a>jenjakobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16964522006822008378noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35253959.post-76091829133142666542007-08-07T22:09:00.000-04:002007-08-07T23:14:33.215-04:00Jakob-Binch Family Reunion in Elk Lake<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO-JA7CZXN7VYRfO5-eZQHC5U9aBlk4LiYLU4ouBtkFKk_RQ0dvucP-OD5TcVgjgPRybPKPbsIDZHE0NzfGmh0_VOVNl5eznhES3zSsPd-VWfK3xI5VN77-FLJRvj5GUSnjV1hTg/s1600-h/Picture+118.jpg"></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYQcX-bqm4UTbczFX2OFTUvKTfF1ntcbr_bJDluS6Sje53-7iOI9qHjG6p77djCfcrjg3jzaW_6UxgtM2XgfKXfZQVMDJXNFvikfBkPGdoc8Q7ig4PMh4dbVzUg0OdnWZRAKCkOw/s1600-h/Picture+056.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYQcX-bqm4UTbczFX2OFTUvKTfF1ntcbr_bJDluS6Sje53-7iOI9qHjG6p77djCfcrjg3jzaW_6UxgtM2XgfKXfZQVMDJXNFvikfBkPGdoc8Q7ig4PMh4dbVzUg0OdnWZRAKCkOw/s200/Picture+056.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096151727188479314" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie83icuFsKlfPwHs-Y_Vpl7cYgr4Fv1GkX9O2uUPu7sP8i0LfdS9KVhUtS7xNXINj-jOLv0Tyz8o6Hf_rpmdTnJrS7WBp7lG3KDI4gelxIqpd3E9ntfz0xMCzRsZepcZc_39lrZQ/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEie83icuFsKlfPwHs-Y_Vpl7cYgr4Fv1GkX9O2uUPu7sP8i0LfdS9KVhUtS7xNXINj-jOLv0Tyz8o6Hf_rpmdTnJrS7WBp7lG3KDI4gelxIqpd3E9ntfz0xMCzRsZepcZc_39lrZQ/s200/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096149897532411202" /></a><br />I know that I have a lot of other things to catch up on BUT I actually have photos for this event so I will document it. We arrived Thursday night with two large bass in our cooler. Yum-yum. Eric's Uncle Karl and Aunt Patsy hosted the reunion at their home in Elk Lake. Nearby, at their local landfill site, the bears feast on garbage. Sometimes there are more than 8 bears. I think it's sad but the bears are particularly hungry this year since the blueberries aren't as plentiful. Anders and Konrad had so much fun. There was a trampoline, lots of fishing, boat rides, fireworks and lots of cousins to play with. I should probably explain Eric's family to those of you whom do not belong to the clan. Grandma Christa Binch came to Canada from Germany with Eric Jakob and had Eleanor, Karl, Klaus, Martin, and Erica. After her husband died, she remarried Henry Binch. Then she had more children - Wally, Johnny and Ray. That's a lot of kids and there are MANY grandchildren who have followed. There's much more to this story and I am new in the Jakob clan so I don't know a part of it. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN92MbmglZljbyb2ZDPF7Tt2ymvHDnw8FEmJAqyl66TW12b3ye6kaY0cxyxA17LMN-tSdmWxuY58c8IZRCB7dLGHzh_ap3lT-v8RI7yKRJzIhzS6L_hno-tAtfGVhYej1_UkXDfw/s1600-h/Picture+087.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN92MbmglZljbyb2ZDPF7Tt2ymvHDnw8FEmJAqyl66TW12b3ye6kaY0cxyxA17LMN-tSdmWxuY58c8IZRCB7dLGHzh_ap3lT-v8RI7yKRJzIhzS6L_hno-tAtfGVhYej1_UkXDfw/s320/Picture+087.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096153084398144866" /></a><br /><br />This is a photo of Grandma Binch at the beach with the family. She loves the water.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO-JA7CZXN7VYRfO5-eZQHC5U9aBlk4LiYLU4ouBtkFKk_RQ0dvucP-OD5TcVgjgPRybPKPbsIDZHE0NzfGmh0_VOVNl5eznhES3zSsPd-VWfK3xI5VN77-FLJRvj5GUSnjV1hTg/s1600-h/Picture+118.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO-JA7CZXN7VYRfO5-eZQHC5U9aBlk4LiYLU4ouBtkFKk_RQ0dvucP-OD5TcVgjgPRybPKPbsIDZHE0NzfGmh0_VOVNl5eznhES3zSsPd-VWfK3xI5VN77-FLJRvj5GUSnjV1hTg/s200/Picture+118.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096154239744347506" /></a><br /><br />Here's Uncle Martin with their new speedboat. It was a lot of fun EXCEPT when you tried to speak to someone next you. The spit and drool would then fly out of your mouth. Speed.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYcMawF0iJEvdL970AYQ29W2l_2b06Y83v4XvFcL8bcZE8LLfF13cVaqWKLxhlYfIMHNHcgysvd6uUfFDmRsAvF6pG8LrQ4JfHooAg7htgp5cquzacTgUszITT88DOWb7VI3FZng/s1600-h/Picture+132.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYcMawF0iJEvdL970AYQ29W2l_2b06Y83v4XvFcL8bcZE8LLfF13cVaqWKLxhlYfIMHNHcgysvd6uUfFDmRsAvF6pG8LrQ4JfHooAg7htgp5cquzacTgUszITT88DOWb7VI3FZng/s400/Picture+132.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096155704328195458" /></a><br /><br />Here's a great photo of some of Grandma Binch's grandchildren and great-grandchildren. <br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiILfYUT2utUvrxjfL98vsJMVkt-SPC2KAGEeOTNg780EMzeGWI5QkCQO6FASNaIzhW0ikYUbnSQreZPTuuYtVsooLrj72pIA4kzrnXvq01znL2kkEgJZKP31CFpUwXUt3CG2nW8Q/s1600-h/Picture+146.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiILfYUT2utUvrxjfL98vsJMVkt-SPC2KAGEeOTNg780EMzeGWI5QkCQO6FASNaIzhW0ikYUbnSQreZPTuuYtVsooLrj72pIA4kzrnXvq01znL2kkEgJZKP31CFpUwXUt3CG2nW8Q/s400/Picture+146.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096158616316022162" /></a><br /><br /><br />We had a great time. Eric and I took the boys out fishing Saturday evening and we caught several small perch, pickerel and pike. The kids were pretty excited about that. I read a short history of <a href="http://www.elklake.ca/">Elk Lake</a> and it was very interesting. Ojibway peoples claim that there were elk and caribou here. There is a long history of mining silver and logging. There was a notable logging baron, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/J.R._Booth">J.R. Booth </a> . He logged the Montreal River and sent the logs downstream toward Lake Temiskaming, then the Ottawa River. His lumber mills were in Ottawa. Like many small towns in northern Ontario, Elk Lake was once a hubbub of activity when mining was at its peak. I can vouch for the fact that it's pretty sleepy these days.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsBMEFrMV6YzIzHiLIqpJ5YvHekaERi3qppUGMSlRvyQhOu50Ove8mYi6IfBHIJg1ebLBLaP23YZ0ULoll6CUuv6AfntUsdWvDxmVIO5R4vnmeczqdtDAUQmsv1Mm-X540KYhSZw/s1600-h/Picture+184.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsBMEFrMV6YzIzHiLIqpJ5YvHekaERi3qppUGMSlRvyQhOu50Ove8mYi6IfBHIJg1ebLBLaP23YZ0ULoll6CUuv6AfntUsdWvDxmVIO5R4vnmeczqdtDAUQmsv1Mm-X540KYhSZw/s320/Picture+184.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096159578388696482" /></a>jenjakobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16964522006822008378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35253959.post-27580753642035054252007-07-23T14:50:00.000-04:002007-07-23T15:00:21.781-04:00Happy Birthday Anders!Unfortunately, I can only give a written account of this past week's festivities as Eric has ALL of the photos. Sorry! What fun is a blog entry without photos? <br /><br />Last week we went to the Toronto Metro Zoo to celebrate Anders' second birthday. We had lots of fun and the boys particularly enjoyed the seal, elephants, hippos and giraffes. Afterwards, we had dinner at the Chaggares home in Newmarket. It was nice to see Jen. She's due to have a baby in a week or so but she is oh-so-lucky. Her belly is probably less than half the size of mine towards the end. Ah well. <br /><br />We also enjoyed a couple days at Grandpa and Grandma Jakob's home. I spent 4 hours making a birthday cake. It was a Raspberry Lemon Cream Cake - absolutely delicious. The eggs needed to be whipped for 10 minutes, bake the cake for an hour, prepare the cream on the stove for 20 minutes, cool for an hour, then mix the cream with whipped cream and assemble the cake. THEN it was supposed to set for 4 hours in the fridge. I will never make this cake again.<br /><br />During our road trip back home on Thursday, we raced the monsoon blowing in from the west. We stopped at several warehouses to visit Eric's clients (actually, we were in the car while Eric visited), ate lunch at Frankie Tomato's and visited Viceroy Homes in Port Hope. Meanwhile, the monsoon was gaining ground on us. In Port Hope, it overtook us and due to a pit stop in Kingston we didn't regain the lead until we were nearly in Ottawa. Ah well. It rained for a good 24 hours on Friday anyway.jenjakobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16964522006822008378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35253959.post-74157687355752439612007-07-23T14:38:00.000-04:002007-07-23T14:50:45.344-04:00A Delayed Tag ... But I'm not Passing it On.Places I worked...<br />1. Babysitter Extraordinaire<br />2. Chinchilla Farm<br />3. McDonald's<br />4. The Arthritis Society<br /><br />Movies I can watch over and over...<br />1. I do like Pride and Prejudice...<br />2. I<br />3. don't<br />4. know.<br /><br />Places I've lived...<br />1. Codrington<br />2. Toronto<br />3. Hamilton<br />4. Ottawa<br /><br />Favourite TV shows...<br />1. So You Think You Can Dance!<br />2. Grey's Anatomy<br />3. Lost<br />4. The Office<br /><br />Places I've been...<br />1. St. Charles bridge in Prague<br />2. bull fight in Nimes<br />3. cabin on Galliano Island<br />4. green, leather couch in a hostel in Utah.<br /><br />Favourite foods...<br />1. sushi<br />2. good salads<br />3. fresh veggies and berries<br />4. chocolate.<br /><br />Majors I've considered...<br />1. law<br />2. engineering<br />3. international development<br />4. peace and conflict studies<br /><br />Places I'd rather be...<br />1. asleep in my bed<br />2. in a clean house<br />3. in my garden<br />4. Morocco<br /><br />There! I don't think this information is very revealing, though. Random information that most people would guess to be true anyway. I won't be challenging anyone to do this. I make it a point to NEVER forward chain emails... or anything like that. Instead of bringing bad luck on myself, I feel I am improving the world by de-cluttering e-mail inboxes.jenjakobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16964522006822008378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35253959.post-30974035907174788812007-07-15T10:37:00.000-04:002007-07-15T10:40:22.491-04:00Does God Live Further Than Space?I haven't done the 'Question from Konrad' segment for many months. Here's another question from the mouth of Konrad. Does God Live Farther Than Space? and within the same breath, he told me that God's mother is older than him. This kid is intense! I do know some things but - how do you explain the precise domicile of God without making some part up? And how much can a 4 year old really grasp? Obviously a lot.jenjakobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16964522006822008378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35253959.post-72405372304073336802007-07-03T10:57:00.000-04:002007-07-08T18:20:14.803-04:00The French Conclusion...Really.And THEN we rented a car in Monaco and drove all over France. Really. We drove to Bourges (where the cleanest public toilets were - the smell of bleach was strong and it was super-clean), visited some Chateaux Chambord <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7JLR-j1axEKmvGJQ_dCsZaudSTtn9l-2CDoiPA1xRAF0K98mrcALfmtTwtjarFT50Yn_Ary-77ZVPxl_x65OZAKIQml6raDKHO8RpkYSaMN7hyQxBEMYwTP8NhSETqb1zdRbKRg/s1600-h/CIMG1099.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7JLR-j1axEKmvGJQ_dCsZaudSTtn9l-2CDoiPA1xRAF0K98mrcALfmtTwtjarFT50Yn_Ary-77ZVPxl_x65OZAKIQml6raDKHO8RpkYSaMN7hyQxBEMYwTP8NhSETqb1zdRbKRg/s400/CIMG1099.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083153891494779474" /></a><br />and Chenonceau,<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG4hGFmhSeKwx7H3H5MPMvn77pp_0g6R8l1Wm-LKsZpK8i-KySzKMAuCxMO3XBEPqYTwyj3Oq-3ZeAPfQyJWXzdCf_N7_ddbLynFsK1QTA6-Cvl7Cq8njWZ0fWrTETUGnswvz6OQ/s1600-h/CIMG1119.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG4hGFmhSeKwx7H3H5MPMvn77pp_0g6R8l1Wm-LKsZpK8i-KySzKMAuCxMO3XBEPqYTwyj3Oq-3ZeAPfQyJWXzdCf_N7_ddbLynFsK1QTA6-Cvl7Cq8njWZ0fWrTETUGnswvz6OQ/s400/CIMG1119.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084944012388915810" /></a> <br />then drove to LeMans to stay for the night. THEN we drove to Mont St-Michel, <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc5aj_vgx9XMGqK9N29wHhXlScaL4LyejRZSAdr6gwDNk4C8D7q_IFYXkTiLQJ1G26xsNwVQb4vszTSH0RssK2Ur0ONED4nhFdp6FDT0Fe2LgZMtlIyWyJKoQI91TZt1JROP2LlA/s1600-h/CIMG1127.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc5aj_vgx9XMGqK9N29wHhXlScaL4LyejRZSAdr6gwDNk4C8D7q_IFYXkTiLQJ1G26xsNwVQb4vszTSH0RssK2Ur0ONED4nhFdp6FDT0Fe2LgZMtlIyWyJKoQI91TZt1JROP2LlA/s400/CIMG1127.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084946477700143730" /></a><br />visited the monastery, <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhc4mxS2pzvISr8syop29078kBzluaBmRqUCGM2PjR6Yf08zYxuHnWb7_kYrY4hyphenhyphen7Xe_95mcRdsT7-7DUqP4h9eL6cKGRl1yGSLCyuMolspkMmopwIVqzKIUYi9CR2Nv7VxfJ1NQ/s1600-h/CIMG1135.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhc4mxS2pzvISr8syop29078kBzluaBmRqUCGM2PjR6Yf08zYxuHnWb7_kYrY4hyphenhyphen7Xe_95mcRdsT7-7DUqP4h9eL6cKGRl1yGSLCyuMolspkMmopwIVqzKIUYi9CR2Nv7VxfJ1NQ/s320/CIMG1135.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084953049000106658" /></a><br />drove to Caen and stayed for the night. THEN we visited Juno Beach Centre along the Normandy Beaches. That's where we lost Eric's camera - very sad. Thank goodness we didn't lose many pictures. From Normandy, we drove to Paris in record time. The speed limit is 130 km/h and we were pushing it to make the deadline to hand in our rental car at Place des Invalides in Paris. Anyone who knows where Place des Invalides is, knows that we also had to drive through Paris. If we were in the Amazing Race, we would've come in first place. With Jessica's directions and my driving, we made it on time. I was actually quite proud of myself - I drove like a true Parisienne. It was a fun challenge. We spent the weekend with Sister Janet Stone who was the most hospitable hostess. We truly felt like we were at home. We shopped for... 6 or 7 hours. I bought some nice shoes. We went on a touristy boat ride and took lots of funny pictures of other tourists falling asleep. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihNxvU0dfLcCxy8UXS27wkdADBitPrr39yD8hAvYPIOy7zRqJViSu7mtxCQrvURBG2DAFJ7-Q9RIn4pJZ_whT-Z6CbWUlQolV9m95znSlaIBH8d92NsojjnTN5Cci0R3LyQvPjeA/s1600-h/HPIM1308.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihNxvU0dfLcCxy8UXS27wkdADBitPrr39yD8hAvYPIOy7zRqJViSu7mtxCQrvURBG2DAFJ7-Q9RIn4pJZ_whT-Z6CbWUlQolV9m95znSlaIBH8d92NsojjnTN5Cci0R3LyQvPjeA/s320/HPIM1308.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084947736125561474" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSmxgcsYvy_PzNkEMLLgC8nyIzqdcjvUsmOR9zIo4vvrX3la5cAVb010BKRN-bzJ_0n91qwGZHJN51xmm3HdNJu5Xyp3Diaw16V4M9pa69KbMAd_Ax9emd2eIGNzeRdKTNyjPnbQ/s1600-h/HPIM1346.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSmxgcsYvy_PzNkEMLLgC8nyIzqdcjvUsmOR9zIo4vvrX3la5cAVb010BKRN-bzJ_0n91qwGZHJN51xmm3HdNJu5Xyp3Diaw16V4M9pa69KbMAd_Ax9emd2eIGNzeRdKTNyjPnbQ/s320/HPIM1346.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084949862134373010" /></a><br /><br />We had lots of fun, lots of good food and lots of good memories. Thanks Jessica for being a great travel partner. I appreciated your calm when I had a few moments of anxiety (ie. lost camera, lost Bed and Breakfast in Bourges). And then I came home and was in a car accident within half an hour. Bummer.jenjakobhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16964522006822008378noreply@blogger.com0