tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82593211052108606862024-03-05T17:35:47.805-05:00All About ScotlandStories about our son, Scotland.SMKRhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09351351842448298819noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259321105210860686.post-13634549860788799502012-01-08T07:32:00.002-05:002012-01-08T07:47:06.302-05:00The Force is Strong with This OneSo neither of my children have ever watched Star Wars.<div><br /></div><div>Shocking, I know.</div><div><br /></div><div>However, they do know what lightsabers are; they're swords.</div><div><br /></div><div>So one day Ireland and Scotland are having a lightsaber duel as they're prone to and things are progressing as usual.</div><div>(This particular duel involved two lightsaber apps on various webOS phones.)</div><div><br /></div><div>As they're swinging their phones around (and not touching each other in any way; with a good distance between them), my son raises his right hand, back s it up and them does a "force attack" against his sister.</div><div><br /></div><div>Ireland is thrown backwards against the couch and ends up on the floor.</div><div><br /></div><div>She looks up at Scotland (who didn't lay a finger on her), looks at the ground, and wonders how in the world she ended up there.</div><div><br /></div><div>Meanwhile I'm sitting on the couch wondering why I hadn't been filming this entire thing.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11694146598219876490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259321105210860686.post-41188889636543155092011-10-26T17:19:00.001-04:002011-10-26T17:19:50.908-04:00Scotland's 3!<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG1gJ4v6nkQz0IOEjIabnl0PCXGqc2_Qv98EUb-9V8kXhbJkBRqa5ycu54ZMAhT1F5rdPlA0l8XhJYorwjuzGq3zU_iooocc-CrdyHzgwYi4vGmJWbm7FchxRodWBnzFtKHw7pEqqme8Y/s1600/PRE_2011-10-25-205443-790910.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG1gJ4v6nkQz0IOEjIabnl0PCXGqc2_Qv98EUb-9V8kXhbJkBRqa5ycu54ZMAhT1F5rdPlA0l8XhJYorwjuzGq3zU_iooocc-CrdyHzgwYi4vGmJWbm7FchxRodWBnzFtKHw7pEqqme8Y/s320/PRE_2011-10-25-205443-790910.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667913686930362290" /></a></p>Yesterday was Scotland's third birthday.<br><br><br>&nbsp;Wow time flies by.<br><br>&nbsp;This is how Scotland celebrated his birthday.<br><br>&nbsp;Scotland wanted "french fries and chicken", so we all went out to eat.<p>Sadly, he fell asleep on the way.<p>So the rest of us ate at the mall food court while he slept.<br><br>Ireland also played in their play area, of course.<p>Somehow Ireland and I ended up at The Lego Store making Build-Your-Own-Lego-Men.<br><br>Scotland woke up (kinda) and joined us.<p>After we had our Lego men, Scotland requested his chicken and french fries.<br><br>&nbsp;So we stopped back off at Chick-fil-A in the food court and got him some food.<br>Since it was now Tuesday evening, we stumbled upon their Kids' Night balloon animal maker.<br>Scotland got a really big blue sword, and Ireland got a "Princess Catcher".<br><br>&nbsp;After that, we headed over to Once Upon a Child.<br>The children picked out a free video and a small toy.<p>Then it was home for presents and cake.<br>&nbsp;Scotland had requested a cookie cake.<br>There were also cupcakes.<p>When we got to the presents, Scotland was hesitant at first, trying to open the wrapping without tearing it.<br>After he learned that "ripping it is part of the fun", he tore right into the rest of them.<br><br>&nbsp;When he unwrapped his first package (a nondescript box) he shouted "It's just what I wanted!"<br>And then he opened it to find tissue paper.<br>&nbsp;"It's just what I wanted!"<br><br>And again when he found the actual present.<p>That phrase was well-used by the end of the evening.<br><span style="font-family:Prelude, Verdana, san-serif;"><br><br><br></span>Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11694146598219876490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259321105210860686.post-22763600194159979972010-12-07T17:14:00.001-05:002010-12-07T17:14:08.629-05:00Is this your phone?<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjogyzkjMBHyKG1WhVt6eQddLyjjYXjcYZxew6VMyxrPMgyGFiVYASTpRErlmgZzifP5H0H8Luf6CFlwVBNO5Sqp8mkICeiuy-pOuKvDIZHb4ly0QWU58s7ca8rHgucMJ4jUoNQQf3EFVk/s1600/photo-748630.JPG"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjogyzkjMBHyKG1WhVt6eQddLyjjYXjcYZxew6VMyxrPMgyGFiVYASTpRErlmgZzifP5H0H8Luf6CFlwVBNO5Sqp8mkICeiuy-pOuKvDIZHb4ly0QWU58s7ca8rHgucMJ4jUoNQQf3EFVk/s320/photo-748630.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548067167093767058" /></a></p><span style="font-family:Prelude, Verdana, san-serif;">Partly due to having an older sibling, Scotland has learned that objects have owners.<br><br>He's really big on returning things to people.<br>He used to grab discarded shoes and walk them to their owners.<br>Now he's moved on to phones.<br><br>When he sees a phone on a counter, or a charger, he asks "Is that your phone?" or "Is that Mommy's phone?".<br><br>Besides making sure that everyone has their phone, I'm sure it's pretty confusing to a 2yo when most of the phones in the house look the sameā¦<br><br></span><span id="signature"><div style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px;color: #999999;">~Michael Roney, Jr.<br>Professional Klingon Translator<br>webOS Developer<br><br>--Sent from my Palm Pre Plus</div><br></span> Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11694146598219876490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259321105210860686.post-17021515381074719712009-11-30T13:50:00.004-05:002009-11-30T15:34:32.557-05:00My First ConScotland attended his first Star Trek convention this weekend.<br />While he spent the majority of his time in either the stroller or someone's arms, he did run around quite a bit.<br />And despite his lack of costume, he was most commonly referred to as "Look! A baby Klingon."<br />People took lots of pictures of the two of us, and he even was on camera with me while I talked to Fox59.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBDYxcPIo-RNXm5x7Vozs62bejTCShOF-3FDVoC0Nbj1REnOHrFFL52HXWEKO1wyC_vbzfT9O22QwzsXEF0Zu3CuTqYktwB_JS7XSK2uT-v0nFPqmqhQK0ZQL_RW8Atsx6ZfQqsTfX_hs/s1600/PRE_2009-11-28-151554.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBDYxcPIo-RNXm5x7Vozs62bejTCShOF-3FDVoC0Nbj1REnOHrFFL52HXWEKO1wyC_vbzfT9O22QwzsXEF0Zu3CuTqYktwB_JS7XSK2uT-v0nFPqmqhQK0ZQL_RW8Atsx6ZfQqsTfX_hs/s320/PRE_2009-11-28-151554.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409972338381075778" /></a><br />He responded well to all of the different alien species except for one.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5kWVXB1NFEk2R6eYyjdWcT3LXyDULLl5bEB34i6FTLihLdrJ8PZsA3zGmbWFmAKmRKV-a1ADDMFWc-S8L1jNtDIdVEYZzeiXdZ_dAEfpuoREVTrZlmbvAEvA0GbQ9zXDdlqNXi9kga9c/s1600/borg.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5kWVXB1NFEk2R6eYyjdWcT3LXyDULLl5bEB34i6FTLihLdrJ8PZsA3zGmbWFmAKmRKV-a1ADDMFWc-S8L1jNtDIdVEYZzeiXdZ_dAEfpuoREVTrZlmbvAEvA0GbQ9zXDdlqNXi9kga9c/s320/borg.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409973094078591042" /></a><br />While he was running away from me, he ran into a Borg. He looked up, shreaked, did a quick about face, and ran right back into my arms.<br /><br />We'll need to do some planning to get him a little costume for next time.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Update:</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs017.snc3/12434_206435764975_508314975_4063930_2498569_n.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 452px; height: 604px;" src="http://hphotos-snc3.fbcdn.net/hs017.snc3/12434_206435764975_508314975_4063930_2498569_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />Scotland got to meet an actress from the first episode of Star Trek he saw.Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11694146598219876490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259321105210860686.post-61831614055748113272009-07-19T16:24:00.001-04:002009-07-19T16:24:25.283-04:00Puppy Dogs<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUY-_eJOhjvHn-6CeUKencGQBVSWIyhFFacozHI0sTWXQsfkZLURYLGeFI76mwrU8C3RM348QK02sRu1EYRPUCh2gMobulxORUrquV_Sme01wUwZcEVEI_xNXyK9KwA8oEiYvHSF9jmzM/s1600-h/3171_1091025367849_1592945321_215324_5268574_n-765284.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUY-_eJOhjvHn-6CeUKencGQBVSWIyhFFacozHI0sTWXQsfkZLURYLGeFI76mwrU8C3RM348QK02sRu1EYRPUCh2gMobulxORUrquV_Sme01wUwZcEVEI_xNXyK9KwA8oEiYvHSF9jmzM/s320/3171_1091025367849_1592945321_215324_5268574_n-765284.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360269790662465842" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhenw1Cqs-FShmcJARd7DqLgJsKfvdKqye_3-FhOGOrJtER9fHAMeyIPtC1JJ2dZ7xu8HU3CjniC2cc2H_we_Iq75eJt5dytpSyr_yc4Xzh6SfW2xY4LbR9pbqW49Pa2b5OKeSCputP6u0/s1600-h/3176_188967880362_672145362_6717682_7933316_n-766199.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhenw1Cqs-FShmcJARd7DqLgJsKfvdKqye_3-FhOGOrJtER9fHAMeyIPtC1JJ2dZ7xu8HU3CjniC2cc2H_we_Iq75eJt5dytpSyr_yc4Xzh6SfW2xY4LbR9pbqW49Pa2b5OKeSCputP6u0/s320/3176_188967880362_672145362_6717682_7933316_n-766199.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360269796407215650" /></a></p><span style="font-size:10pt;font-family:Arial;font-weight:Normal">After recovering from the shock that I was pregnant with my second child, I got excited about having another girl. I envisioned the baby dresses I could un-pack from storage. I purchased a pink Baby Book. After already having one daughter, I felt sure I could handle a second.<br> <br>When I found out my second child was going to be a boy, I knew that things would be very different. I was entering un-known waters. But I tried to keep an open mind and get to work.<br><br>First, was to go through all the baby clothes and hand-me-downs. I boxed up what was "too girly", and set aside the generic stuff for baby two to wear. <br> <br>I noticed right away that most boy clothes were either covered in sports themes, puppies, or dinosaures. I was even given an outfit with a dinosaure playing sports! (Which was my favorite outfit until he grew out of it...)<br> <br> I like dinosaures, so that was good. I've never been very into sports, so I gave most of those items away. And then came the puppies.... <br><br>What is it with boys and puppy dogs? I'm a cat person myself. My daughter had several cat themed outfits. But all the cat clothes seemed too girly for my son. So, I resigned my little man to having a few puppy things, but that was it.<br> <br>Until he was born. <br>Then the puppies flooded in. <br><br>First was a fuzzy blue dog from the hospital gift shop with the words "My First Puppy" stitched on a paw. Too cute! So, that was a keeper. Then came more puppy clothes, more blue dogs, and even a miniature of Clifford, the Big Red Dog. Not only that, but any time my daughter came across a toy puppy she'd automatically hand it to her little brother (awe!), thus re-enforcing the puppy thing.<br> <br>It was quickly apparent that it was out of my controle. Which turned out to be okay, since my son seems very athletic, and likes all the puppies. So I guess they are here to stay.</span><br> Dalynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09259936684407943290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259321105210860686.post-72508411307236495212009-04-14T06:12:00.001-04:002009-04-14T06:12:57.080-04:00Le'go My Eggo!So I sit down to enjoy my Eggo waffles while holding Scotland. Not the first time I've eaten while holding a child. Won't be the last either. But I will start paying attention.<p>I had turned my head to talk to Dalyn, and when I looked back down, Scotland had two hands on my plate, pulling it towards him.<p>My left hand was "stuck" holding him, so I had to use my right hand to deal with *both* of his hands.<p>While trying to save my meal, he managed to sink his hands into the waffles themselves.<br>And oh did he try to shove them in his mouth.<p>"Le'go my Eggo!"<p>We eventually got the waffles out of his hands, and washed all of the syrup off of his fingers.<p>But boy was he determined to hold on as long as possible.<p><p>----------- <br>Sorry about the lack of a picture, but I'm sure you understand.Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11694146598219876490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259321105210860686.post-83688081802244320072008-11-02T14:39:00.001-05:002008-11-02T14:39:54.121-05:00"The Strength"So for the last few months of the pregnancy, Dalyn felt like his Hawaiian name should be (something) "the strength"...<br>After he was born and they were testing and measuring him in the baby warmer, I was watching him.<br>He moved his arms back and forth in a primal show of force, flexed his muscles and furled his brow and wrinkled his forehead into countless folds.<br>It was rather impressive. In fact, he loked kinda like The Hulk, just not green.<br>So I agree with my wife, he *is* "the strength".Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11694146598219876490noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8259321105210860686.post-52772480629595095212008-11-01T18:15:00.001-04:002008-11-01T18:15:50.727-04:00Basic Baby Bio<p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW4UJv8FuxAUbckupcOFc4b_f5MMY8j8Rnj4lj-D-btOM33ul4jVig1LeP9HoonHGIU973wzZ8VlMEkZ7Vt15CktAFlotDVmjTCSsSdulg4qtfoOE9Oek_4rP3ZVN_oX8KnDe_61iy_Bc/s1600-h/Baby-750730.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW4UJv8FuxAUbckupcOFc4b_f5MMY8j8Rnj4lj-D-btOM33ul4jVig1LeP9HoonHGIU973wzZ8VlMEkZ7Vt15CktAFlotDVmjTCSsSdulg4qtfoOE9Oek_4rP3ZVN_oX8KnDe_61iy_Bc/s320/Baby-750730.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263816363345098978" /></a></p><p class="mobile-photo"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimMtRVwRvev0I4RjWQFfP0CiF-WTSSSNCh11gxcO1uoAnZ4Zs10b-EsKn15ig4bZFFgOMbMgxOsv3fxKVlwUtisZyoHU6qfyeQHWp1LjvhSyj0pIFQ95KbiPxiJ2_o9ISkTJhRx_2S39Y/s1600-h/baby2-753692.jpg"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimMtRVwRvev0I4RjWQFfP0CiF-WTSSSNCh11gxcO1uoAnZ4Zs10b-EsKn15ig4bZFFgOMbMgxOsv3fxKVlwUtisZyoHU6qfyeQHWp1LjvhSyj0pIFQ95KbiPxiJ2_o9ISkTJhRx_2S39Y/s320/baby2-753692.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263816370403887458" /></a></p>Scotland Michael Ka'ahumanakalani Roney<p>10/25/08 7:27a EDT {HovpoH 708209.7}<p>8lbs 1oz (3662gms) {1.61 cheb}<p>21 1/4" (54.61cm) {1.57 'uj}Melaniehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11694146598219876490noreply@blogger.com0