tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4914620584004300332024-03-12T21:55:21.517-04:00The O'GradysJohn O'Gradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06631036264879848965noreply@blogger.comBlogger48125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491462058400430033.post-77092190671713882912012-02-04T14:41:00.001-05:002012-02-04T15:19:11.477-05:00I haven't gotten lazy... Lucy got interactive.I know that I have not been posting to the blog much but I wanted to assure you that it is not laziness. Lucy has just been so much fun that I don't really think about the camera anymore. She's got a ton of games she likes to play, she's crawling (finally), talking a lot, and honing a comedy routine where she puts various items on her head and laughs hysterically.<br />
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So much personality in such a tiny little person. That's the real revelation over the past months. She's a person now. And while staring at her adoringly while she slept or ate was fun... it's just amazing watching her personality develop. She's clever, funny, caring, bossy, curious... I could go on and on.<br />
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Got to run. Lucy went to whole foods with Mom and they should be back soon. I added some <b><a href="http://www.youtube.com/Jbogrady">videos </a></b>too!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Lucky for us, Lucy remembered Karen and we could all eat a nice brunch in peace while Karen shoveled cottage cheese into an excited Lucy's mouth. Good Mommy practice Karen! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>As you can see, Lucy is in her Redskin home uniform and it has yet to fail the Skins. Ah.. the joys of NEVER seeing the Skins lose. Lucy is still 2-0 in her Redskin supporting lifetime. I'm pretty sure she's mature enough now to handle a loss unless it comes against the Cowboys. Romo makes her want to throw bricks.<br />
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Now for the hard thing to talk about... <NOTE: EVERYTHING IS FINE, ALL ARE OK><br />
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I was holding Lucy. She fell on top of me..slid down a few stairs on top of me... and I lost her near the bottom of stairs. She took a good tumble and it scared the living shit out of me. The wind was knocked out of me as I tried to call for Sarah who was in the shower. Scary moments. She was a little shook up but no damage. I'm sure I'll be having horrific flashbacks of the event for years. <br />
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So... anyone who had Sarah as the parent that was going to drop her first... you lose. And why would you bet on such things you sick twist!? :)<br />
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We also got Lucy a high chair. No more defying the explicit rules of the Bumbo chair (i.e. do not place on elevated surfaces). If only I knew I was going to drop her I would have given it to her as a make up present. Looks like I'm still on the hook for a pony.<br />
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John O'Gradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06631036264879848965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491462058400430033.post-41830134859857394932011-08-14T16:09:00.005-04:002011-08-14T16:21:15.789-04:00Mustaches!<div style="text-align: left;">We went to New York this weekend for Jack O'Grady's first birthday. Because his Mom, Sarah, is a consummate hostess, the party was a themed affair: a Mustache Bash. Most of the men in attendance had grown a mustache, John brought his of course, there were mustache lollipops and cookies, and of course fake mustaches for those who were unable to grow one in time. Like Lucy:</div><div><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vnLK1uSrhPU/TkgsofYDlHI/AAAAAAAAAcM/khpx2hUnDk0/s320/Mustache.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640807607410332786" /></div><div>It was fantastic!</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04240553367502249245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491462058400430033.post-51861774529748671152011-07-23T20:14:00.003-04:002011-07-24T20:23:32.548-04:00Seven MonthsSeven month inventory:<br /><ul><li>Two teeth</li><li>Thin coat of fuzzy blonde hair</li><li>Chipmunk like chortle</li><li>Solid foods</li><li>Solid poops</li><li>Stranger anxiety</li><li>Raspberries</li><li>Naps in the crib</li><li>Chubby cheeks! </li></ul><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mFXgF-CBmYM/TitfWT386nI/AAAAAAAAQik/Itn1GkyNMRU/s1600/P1000255.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mFXgF-CBmYM/TitfWT386nI/AAAAAAAAQik/Itn1GkyNMRU/s400/P1000255.jpg" width="400" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>John O'Gradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06631036264879848965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491462058400430033.post-22153186748212042932011-06-23T16:02:00.003-04:002011-06-23T16:38:01.715-04:00Has It Been 6 Months Already?<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Lucy is now 6 months old. </span>You know that thing people tell you about how they grow up so fast? It is true! <span class="Apple-style-span">She has two teeth (which she uses regularly on our fingers). She rolls easily from her front to her back. Too easily, actually - how the heck will she get any tummy time if she starts rolling over before you even put her down on her tummy? And we all knew that she would be strong willed, given that she is an O'Grady, but come on! She does NOT want to nap, she does NOT want you to put the peas away yet, she does NOT want to be changed right now, and she does NOT want to be on her tummy (see above). Yet when she is doing something she likes, which is most of the time, Lucy Rose is a ray of sunshine, a flirt, and a fantastic audience. Her giggle is like a drug and we keep doing whatever got a laugh long after she's bored with it just trying for one more hit.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">We want the best for her and there are so many things to consider. Public school or private? Vegetarian or carnivore? Sister or only child? TV? Sweets? Oh well, we will figure it out. Our sweet little monster has a way of keeping you in the present with her, enjoying life.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-paFoykBumo4/TgOj10lI8iI/AAAAAAAAAYg/qEGEB21b4LQ/s320/P1000089.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621516904931324450" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04240553367502249245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491462058400430033.post-40467050926393633322011-06-11T19:12:00.001-04:002011-06-11T19:14:15.693-04:00Babies... If it's not food it's water. Sheesh!Lucy had her first "solids" today - rice cereal in milk. The remnants on her bib could have fed a small village. It was pretty fun feeding her. Video of the event is below.<br />
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<iframe width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xk2Eo64lQCM?hd=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>John O'Gradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06631036264879848965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491462058400430033.post-7615492923585743702011-05-22T14:38:00.009-04:002011-05-22T14:57:01.770-04:005 Months Ago...<div style="text-align: left;">5 months ago today, we welcomed Lucy into our lives. She was a sweet little newborn - very alert and she seemed pretty curious about this world she'd been introduced to. That part hasn't changed. She is a very sweet baby who is quick with a smile (especially when Daddy is doing a silly dance) and very curious about the toys we give her, the drinks we are holding, the people she is introduced to, and those big televisions with the many noises and colors.</div><div><br /></div><div>She now weighs 12 pounds and is bigger than Pooh:<br /></div><br /><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EPUplPlgb_U/TdlXIpkLOSI/AAAAAAAAP7c/tpAvnQq_eEU/s1600/P1030613.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EPUplPlgb_U/TdlXIpkLOSI/AAAAAAAAP7c/tpAvnQq_eEU/s400/P1030613.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0000ee;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">Now she also has conversations with us and with stuffed animals, enjoys a relaxing soak in the tub, and has a preference for being outside, just to name a few differences. And, to our eyes, she gets cuter every day. What a lucky family we are.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span">We are going to Wisconsin for the Memorial Day weekend. If you are going to be in the Richland Center area on Sunday, come by the Sawle house and say hello!!</span></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04240553367502249245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491462058400430033.post-6901884836067842552011-04-24T14:47:00.000-04:002011-04-24T14:47:18.459-04:00A very Lister Easter.My D.C.-based and recently engaged niece brought my sister, brother-in-law, nephew, and fiancee over for dinner and drinks last night. No Irish or Italians we're harmed and it was great seeing everyone. <br />
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Lucy did pretty well through the commotion of drinking and thai food. Is Guinness good for babies? I'll guess we'll find out. ;)John O'Gradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06631036264879848965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491462058400430033.post-23387154531191391762011-04-24T14:32:00.002-04:002011-04-25T10:13:47.094-04:00I've taken more photos of Lucy than my dad even looked at me.Lucy hit the big four months on Friday. She is quickly gaining on Pooh.<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zCaFWcZ6pUI/TbMp_HHp78I/AAAAAAAAPoY/u37D69URYN8/s1600/P1030116.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zCaFWcZ6pUI/TbMp_HHp78I/AAAAAAAAPoY/u37D69URYN8/s400/P1030116.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />So what has four months gotten her?<br /><ul><li>Full head control. </li><li>The ability to sleep through the night. </li><li>Loud squeals. </li><li>Forced giggles.</li><li>The ability to pick up and shove items into her mouth.</li><li>Love for TV. </li></ul>Not too shabby for a month.John O'Gradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06631036264879848965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491462058400430033.post-33024413515619216662011-04-01T09:27:00.007-04:002011-04-24T14:35:05.621-04:00Will We Still Need A Car Seat? (Edit: April Fool's for those of you that didn't check the date)<div style="text-align: left;">There have been reports recently that radioactive elements have been found in and around Maryland. In hindsight, yesterday may not have been the best day for me to give Lucy her first taste of water straight out of the tap. While she seemed to really enjoy the water - drinking three large glasses in rapid succession - afterwards, she started acting a little different.</div><div><br />
</div><div>Her gurgles and coos sounded more like growls and barks. The onesie she was wearing suddenly seemed tight on her. During one of her playful kicking sessions with Daddy she gave him a real shiner. Then, when she woke up this morning, she seemed significantly bigger.</div><div><br />
</div><div>To my eyes, Lucy grows and changes every day, so I needed to use something objective to determine whether she was having some sort of reaction to that tap water. So I got out her trusty Pooh.</div><div><br />
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I've read that you can't spoil a newborn - but now that I think of it, Lucy forwarded me all of those articles. Tricky!</div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04240553367502249245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491462058400430033.post-5573072385427776282011-03-17T07:58:00.005-04:002011-03-17T08:11:45.014-04:00Happy St. Patrick's Day!<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GGP1QCXfTKg/TYH44PCBhDI/AAAAAAAAAJI/yTs00Xr8juw/s1600/IMG_3327.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GGP1QCXfTKg/TYH44PCBhDI/AAAAAAAAAJI/yTs00Xr8juw/s320/IMG_3327.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585018657907508274" /></a></div>Lucy wanted me to tell you that you shouldn't interpret her shirt as a question. It is a declaration. She demands her kisses!<div><br /></div><div>Also, I overheard John and Lucy discussing going out tonight - I think I heard Lucy say "hooligan." Should I be worried?</div><div><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WyIRMvaOGKs/TYH5lztW51I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/pDMDke50QYM/s320/IMG_3299.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585019440847054674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 290px; " /></div>Sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04240553367502249245noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491462058400430033.post-2625435742130188152011-03-05T13:16:00.004-05:002011-03-08T10:21:17.239-05:00Goodbye Cypher. January 30, 2000 - March 5, 2011I just held my best friend's head in my hands as he let go of life.<br /><br />Cypher had been having leg troubles for a few months. His tail never stopped wagging and he would still follow me up and down flights of stairs just to be close. The past month he was in obvious pain as he followed me about the house. On Wednesday we found out that his chronic limp was bone cancer. By Friday he was finding it difficult to make it to the water bowl. At 12:15 this afternoon I had to say goodbye.<br /><br />I've had him since he was a pup and he had been a constant companion for the past 11 years. He saw me through some of the toughest points in my life and was there to make the joyous moments that much sweeter. I feel blessed to have had him in my life for so long and I don't have words to describe my feeling of loss. I miss him desperately.<br /><br /><table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="2"><tbody><tr> <td><span class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-9OyJa-q0nnE/TXJ0A837hQI/AAAAAAAAJok/LGalLMx_hlA/s1600/scan0023.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="250" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-9OyJa-q0nnE/TXJ0A837hQI/AAAAAAAAJok/LGalLMx_hlA/s320/scan0023.jpg" width="280" /></a></span></td> <td><span class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-kY9fQRJwSR4/TXJz_0T5QsI/AAAAAAAAJoQ/MY240NSODc8/s1600/IMG_3055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="220" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-kY9fQRJwSR4/TXJz_0T5QsI/AAAAAAAAJoQ/MY240NSODc8/s320/IMG_3055.JPG" width="300" /></a></span></td> </tr></tbody></table><br />I'll never forget you Cypher. I hope I brought as much fulfillment to your life as you did to mine. Thank you for waiting until I had Sarah and Lucy to get me through this.John O'Gradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06631036264879848965noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491462058400430033.post-86791141270994110862011-02-27T13:06:00.000-05:002011-02-27T13:06:58.381-05:00Lucy gets some inspirationSarah wanted to hate this video... but in the end, she laughed. John 1, Sarah 0<br />
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</div><div>I'm sure Grandpa will straighten her out in March when he makes his next visit. ;)</div>John O'Gradyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06631036264879848965noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-491462058400430033.post-75377721592801813682011-02-12T12:06:00.001-05:002011-02-13T09:54:24.747-05:00Amateur hour is over.Sara Schultz hit town on Wednesday to put an end to Lucy's reign of terror. She's like the Wisconsin Mary Poppins. Lucy cries... Sara taps a magic umbrella and makes it all better. :) <br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">She was just looking out the window here as I incessantly chattered away in a high pitch squeal. She's finicky with those smiles and the only consistent ones are when Mommy and I come into a room after not seeing us for awhile. I think Sarah gets those more than me so I better begin phase 2 of my "Why Daddy is cooler than Mommy" propaganda campaign. :)</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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