tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-56225686780708255452024-02-20T23:46:59.102-06:00The Bleck family blogMama and Papa Bleckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11677369103440958420noreply@blogger.comBlogger469125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622568678070825545.post-24855846350701306332021-09-23T21:27:00.001-05:002021-09-23T21:27:08.313-05:00Budding PopstarElsa started listening to Christmas music tonight, because why not? She asked me if there was any Thanksgiving music, and I told her I didn't know. She told me she was going to write a Thanksgiving song when she's a popstar! She asked me how she would do it and I told her she could start now, by writing the words of the song on paper. I then told her she could use the piano to create the music for it and that I would write the notes down for her. She proceeded to sing me a song she made up. She is so fun right now, super creative.<div><br></div><div>Elsa also informed me that she was thinking about what it would be like to be a famous sculptor. She said she would make a mini Mount Rushmore and that someone would buy it for $100 and she would become famous. I love her big dreams ❤!</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div><p>Nolan was finally able to go back to school last Thursday. Unfortunately, Elsa is in quarantine again as of last Wednesday. I got a call from the school around 9:20, letting me know there was an exposure in Elsa's classroom and that I had to come pick up Elsa from school as soon as possible. (the whole class was sent home). Another switch to distance learning. Elsa was a little sad when I picked her up - I don't think she knew what was really going on. Her teacher did a great job of getting the students out the door with all their learning materials for the next two weeks. Thankfully it's a short week this week - only two days of school. We got Elsa tested for COVID on Saturday, and the results came back negative. Grandma Paula and Grandpa Tom are fully vaccinated, so they were happy to take Elsa for a few days this week to coordinate and help out with her distance learning. She was so excited to get her own "Grandma and Grandpa camp"! </p><p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh1xgUNB6q56WHwLqWsiJRPCtPmkyLx54Gn65Z3sYtjtsQ36j48Q8Sg3AHhTY2vPFhawSfdewPG8L22JvDUNXLIfl7FrMLvKiADJMe-0jaRe1YIuDInQt1MV9dUANman62G4dwa5kCSI0r/s1600/1617021571354503-0.png" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;">
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N: Mom, I like holding your hand.<br />
M: Me, too, buddy! Did you know that there will come a time in a few years where you're not going to want to hold my hand?<br />
N: Why?<br />
M: Because when you get older parent's aren't as cool and you don't want to be around us as much.<br />
N: Why?<br />M: I don't know, but it happens to everyone.<br />
N: I will want to hold your every day!<br />
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I'm glad he said that because last Thursday he hold me I was "so mean":)Mama and Papa Bleckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11677369103440958420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622568678070825545.post-65373608097144663402015-01-24T19:51:00.000-06:002015-01-25T19:52:50.371-06:00MannersIt's always a proud parent moment when another parent compliments you on your kid. Kale attended his first friend birthday party today. When I dropped him off he greeted the mom right away. I asked him what he should say to the birthday boy. He said "thank you", not the happy birthday I was expecting! The mom asked me before the party even started if Kale could stay later. When I picked him up from the party the Mom thanked me for letting Kale stay and said that he is such a great kid to have over at their house. This was after Kale asked if he could give the birthday boy a hug goodbye, and then thanked him for letting him come to his party. On the way to the car Kale told me he was really good and used his manners. In between all the tough times there are these little moments that shine through!Mama and Papa Bleckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11677369103440958420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622568678070825545.post-5816213916661369552014-03-17T21:06:00.000-05:002014-03-20T21:13:48.898-05:004 months old!<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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Hard to believe it's been 4 months already - our little peanut is getting so big! She has finally started to fit better in the bumbo chair, and has recently started grabbing and hanging on to toys. She loves the toy in the picture below. Thankfully Nolan and Kale took good care of it! She is eating 5 oz. and still spits up, but we know she's gaining weight based on our recent dr. visits! Kale still loves her like crazy and has recently started calling her honey, and Nolan could pretty much take her or leave her. At least he says good morning and good night to her!</div>
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Mama and Papa Bleckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11677369103440958420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622568678070825545.post-27537700108059765482014-03-16T20:10:00.000-05:002014-03-20T20:14:20.526-05:00ProgressWell, we did it. We successfully moved about 75% of our belongings to Adam's parents 3rd stall garage space. We are so thankful for the extra storage space - our house actually looks big again! We moved 8 large boxes and storage bins of toys, in addition to the train table, basketball hoop and other miscellaneous large toys. It will be nice for the boys to actually have a smaller selection of toys to pick from - and to clean up! I drove them up to St. Cloud on Friday after work, and we just got home from picking them up. They were pretty surprised to see the house as empty as it is! It's weird, because there is definitely an echo to every room. The photographer is coming to take pictures tomorrow, in hopes that it will be on the market early this week. Wish us luck!Mama and Papa Bleckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11677369103440958420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622568678070825545.post-75164952921805957532014-03-13T20:44:00.000-05:002014-03-20T20:48:33.204-05:00Double ear infectionElsa had a super fussy weekend, which has led to a lot of sleepless nights for us this week. It was to the point that she has been crying uncontrollably for 1/2 hour periods of time, and we can't get her to calm down. It finally clicked today when Jane called and noticed that she was pretty fussy and crying a lot when she was laying down. I made an appointment for her this afternoon and sure enough, her first ear infection didn't clear up and now she has a double ear infection! I knew it was bad when our NP said her right ear was bulging. We have a brand new prescription of augmentin in hopes this will take care of it. The good news is that she has gotten that much closer to breaking the 11 lb mark - 10 lbs, 14 oz! <br />
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Mama and Papa Bleckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11677369103440958420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622568678070825545.post-26605880007207602992014-03-12T20:03:00.000-05:002014-03-20T20:10:28.535-05:00I want to see you move...Well, it's official - we're moving south! I accepted a new job a few weeks ago as the Asst. Director of HR for compensation, benefits and payroll at MN State University, Mankato. I am very excited for the new challenges this job will offer, but we have a lot of stuff to do on our current homefront. We told the boys our exciting news last night - and were pleasantly surprised by their reaction. As soon as Kale heard "Mankato", his first words were - "that's where Yoya (Lola) lives!" Nolan immediately started talking about all the new friends he'll make and the new school he gets to go to. We didn't tell them until we had a chance to tell Jane. We thought it would be helpful if she could talk to them about it, too. It was so sweet this morning when I dropped the kids off at Jane's house. Kale looked at her and said, "I'm going to miss you so much, Jane". I told her we are all going to miss Jane a lot. I know we will never replace her - she is one of a kind!<br />
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Mama and Papa Bleckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11677369103440958420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622568678070825545.post-42935191810109738022014-03-05T19:59:00.000-06:002014-03-05T19:59:54.635-06:00It's TrickyMovie makers have totally figured out how to get kids to listen to music. The boys always equate a song to the title of the movie it's in - for example, the Turbo song is It's Tricky by Run-DMC. Today on the way home from daycare Kale requested the Turbo song. It was amazing to listen to him sing "It's Tricky", and tell me his favorite part is "I met a little girlie". At least he has good taste in music!Mama and Papa Bleckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11677369103440958420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622568678070825545.post-19953420799356969382014-03-05T19:48:00.001-06:002014-03-05T19:48:08.988-06:00Santa and JesusThis morning on the way to daycare the boys were discussing how fun it was that Elsa was talking. I asked Kale what he thought Elsa was talking about and he said "I think she's talking about you, mommy". I asked Nolan the same thing and he said, "I'm pretty sure she's talking about Santa and Jesus". Mama and Papa Bleckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11677369103440958420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622568678070825545.post-38716234337066686022014-03-04T20:05:00.000-06:002014-03-05T20:06:33.804-06:00Activity mat funElsa is becoming so much fun. Today for the first time she grabbed at a toy and held on to it. I love watching her eyes get big when she figures something out! Jane said she is doing the same thing there, and has really gotten the hang at swatting at the toys on her activity mat!<br />
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Mama and Papa Bleckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11677369103440958420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622568678070825545.post-22172344880452208422014-03-02T20:25:00.000-06:002014-03-05T20:25:13.753-06:00ScribblesI've really come to appreciate the scribble cards that are available to kids at church. Nolan has really started honing in on his artistic and writing abilities - all in the 15 minutes before they go up for the children's message and head off to Sunday school!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Mama and Papa Bleckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11677369103440958420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622568678070825545.post-41389086234966708622014-02-28T19:56:00.000-06:002014-03-05T19:56:35.303-06:00George WashingtonLast night before bed we let Nolan take out some money from his piggy bank for the first time. There's a book fair at school and I'm taking him to it tomorrow morning. Adam was helping the boys sort through the money and was teaching them about the bills and coins. I heard him ask Nolan if he knew what president's picture was on the dollar bill. I was shocked to hear him say "George Washington". He must have picked that up at school when they talked about President's Day!<br />
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It was fun to watch Nolan look through all the books to decide what he wanted to buy. He brought $10 with him and studied each section of books very carefully. He ultimately decided that a Planes book with 3D glasses was his book of choice. He also bought a pen with a football attached to a string. He thought it was so cool because there is a button to push and the football gets "throw" in the air. He came home with $1.02 in his pocket. So far he's read the book once, misplaced the 3D glasses and completely lost the football pen. We had a little talk about responsibility!Mama and Papa Bleckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11677369103440958420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622568678070825545.post-27281161882104076342014-02-26T19:48:00.000-06:002014-03-05T19:51:35.458-06:00Jane's helper<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv479qYJ8Q45lgnAy2V9YTWXNiwsUIah5F4lTEuhA0EbzRNgYZNeiLJWj-0WVcE-u8-YHUlAhBL5oAIkBLPdWrucQMIdbcrcjuBpHrrQJ2sW71D13cpgPtbPzXdDNkHn241QEe9n-nzZqN/s1600/PB+on+celery.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv479qYJ8Q45lgnAy2V9YTWXNiwsUIah5F4lTEuhA0EbzRNgYZNeiLJWj-0WVcE-u8-YHUlAhBL5oAIkBLPdWrucQMIdbcrcjuBpHrrQJ2sW71D13cpgPtbPzXdDNkHn241QEe9n-nzZqN/s1600/PB+on+celery.jpg" height="200" width="150" /></a>Nolan has been having a terrible week. I'm not sure what's going on, but he is being quite defiant and throwing a lot more tantrums than normal. It probably has something to do with the fact that he hasn't been able to burn off much energy lately because of the cold, and also because of all the attention that Elsa is getting from us. Today Jane texted me a picture of him helping get lunch ready for the kids. I love that he helps at Jane's, but I think deep down he knows he needs to start behaving better and he wanted me to see that he is. I hope he keeps it up!Mama and Papa Bleckhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11677369103440958420noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5622568678070825545.post-74383980150575698842014-02-25T19:40:00.000-06:002014-03-05T19:46:53.624-06:00First trip to urgent care<span style="background-color: white; color: #444444; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18.933332443237305px;">Elsa had been developing a cough/cold over the course of the last week. She was super irritable and quite tired on Sunday, so we decided to just take her in to urgent care to rule out any respiratory issues. I was surprised to hear that she has an ear infection. She’s on a 10 day prescription, so hopefully that will knock it out. They weighed her with her clothes on and a wet diaper, and she tipped the scales at 10.0 lbs! It’s good to know she’s heading in the right direction.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 18.933332443237305px;">Grandma and Grandpa B taught the boys how to play the game hot or cold. We were playing the other night and Nolan kept saying, “you’re hot, Mom, you’re hot!” Talk about making a girl feel good about herself</span><span style="font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 18.933332443237305px;">J</span></div>
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