Pictures from Christmas
Aunt Jennifer couldn't wait until Christmas for Dillon to open his present, so he opened it Thursday night. Cousin Taylor had to help since Dillon couldn't quite rip open the wrapping paper by himself.
Obviously, Dillon was the best present Christina and I received all year.
Now Dillon can help Grandpa Mike with his remodels.
Princess Taylor hamming it up for the camera.
Aunt Lynn and Grandma Sharon with one tired baby.
Sunday, December 31, 2006
Thursday, December 28, 2006
Post Christmas Update
It has been a crazy week. Between a trip down to Shafter, celebrating four different Christmas's (Christmi?), and a random get together in Sonora I have been neglecting the blog. Here are some random updates on my life.
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I found out last week that the California Board of Accountancy has accepted me as a CPA. After months of studying and traveling to Sacramento to take four hour tests I know have the privilage of putting three additional letters after my signature. By the way, I still will have to wait up to six months before I get my wall certificate so you will have to take my word for it that I truely am a CPA.
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You may notice labels at the end of all the posts on the blog. This is because I finally updated to the new version of Blogger. Every post should have a tag to make searching the blog easier. For example, clicking on a the label "Dillon" will give all the posts that mention Dillon.
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Over the Christmas weekend I received a lot of flack from relatives about any post not featuring pictures of Dillon. I was told no one cares about my other interests in life. Of course this came from the person whose idol is Jimmy Buffett, so I take his parrot-head comments with a grain of salt.
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Pictures from Christmas will be posted later.
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I found out last week that the California Board of Accountancy has accepted me as a CPA. After months of studying and traveling to Sacramento to take four hour tests I know have the privilage of putting three additional letters after my signature. By the way, I still will have to wait up to six months before I get my wall certificate so you will have to take my word for it that I truely am a CPA.
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You may notice labels at the end of all the posts on the blog. This is because I finally updated to the new version of Blogger. Every post should have a tag to make searching the blog easier. For example, clicking on a the label "Dillon" will give all the posts that mention Dillon.
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Over the Christmas weekend I received a lot of flack from relatives about any post not featuring pictures of Dillon. I was told no one cares about my other interests in life. Of course this came from the person whose idol is Jimmy Buffett, so I take his parrot-head comments with a grain of salt.
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Pictures from Christmas will be posted later.
Monday, December 11, 2006
Weekday Update
I noticed it has been awhile since my last post. The reason can be summed up in two words: Jack Bauer. I figured everyone is waiting for a Dillon update so I better provide one before there is a mutiny. The little guy is now sitting up on his own. He also is rolling all over the place and could be crawling by Christmas. Below are some new pictures.
Dillon all bundled up for his first Christmas parade held in downtown Sonora. Unfortunately, loud noises, cold weather, and babies do not mix.
This picture was taken on his half birthday. It is hard to imagine that six months ago we were in the hospital waiting to meet him.
The family frolicking in the hills.
See I told you he is close to crawling.
A clean diaper always brings happiness.
Dad, not much longer and I will be able to beat Uncle James and Cousin Eric in ping pong just like you.
Dillon all bundled up for his first Christmas parade held in downtown Sonora. Unfortunately, loud noises, cold weather, and babies do not mix.
This picture was taken on his half birthday. It is hard to imagine that six months ago we were in the hospital waiting to meet him.
The family frolicking in the hills.
See I told you he is close to crawling.
A clean diaper always brings happiness.
Dad, not much longer and I will be able to beat Uncle James and Cousin Eric in ping pong just like you.
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