Words of Wisdom: Boston Style

Boston's vocabulary is growing everyday. We now have to watch what we say because he's turning into a little parrot. Not that Cara and I turn into sailors after 5:00 or anything. Cara's favorite is when he says, "Holy Moses!" I'm still a big fan of "moose," though. The hardest one to figure out is "bobby," which to Boston means potty, party, money, and bucket. At night before bath time he likes to sit on the "bobby." When the collection plate comes around at church he likes to put "bobby" into the "bobby." I guess it's like "aloha." It means hello, goodbye, and whatever else you feel like on any given day.

We hope all is well. If you're the one who sent the plague to our house last week, thanks for giving us the opportunity to get a jump start on our Spring cleaning by disinfecting everything in our house. If we gave you the plague, either directly or indirectly, we're sorry. Get well soon, Meade Blvd.

Christmas is Over

The more time I have, the less I blog? I'm not sure why it happens, but it does. I now have a few hours left of my Christmas break, and here we are. Cara, Boston, and I had a great Christmas break. We got to hang out with friends (both in town and out of town); we got to hang out with family (both in town and out of town); and we also got to play and nap (mostly in town). The best part for all of us was probably hanging around. Munch when we want; nap when we want. Here's a recap:

Christmas with the Pulvers


Dancing to Battle Hymn...again!


Laughing at Carson


Hanging with Weidemans




Lookin' sharp to hear mommy sing at church on Christmas Eve.


Christmas at Home




Boston loved playing Santa.


But sometimes the presents were HEAVY!


Taking walks in the sled.




Playing in the snow.


Munchin' on some salsa.


And then we crash.

Hip Hop Christmas Dancing

Send your own ElfYourself eCards

Where is this month going?

It is so amazing how time flies! The holidays are right upon us and we are busier than ever. This semester is winding down for me...which means only two more classes until graduation in July! Casey is VERY busy grading research papers once again. I think he asks himself every day during this time why he chose English. And Boston, well, Boston is Boston. Crazy, energetic, and BUSY! He likes to keep moving and keep his little mind thinking. He currently does not enjoy sitting in a high chair at all. Going out to eat is pretty much out of the question. He keeps us laughing every day with his new words (most recent- Ah man, Cookie, Juice, and the infamous, Uh- oh...which ultimately means he did something.) We are looking forward to Thanksgiving at the Kuhnle's for Thanksgiving day, shopping on Friday (well, not Casey and Boston), and Greenfield for the weekend. We hope everyone has a blessed Thanksgiving and that we all reflect on the blessings we have this year. Happy Turkey Day!

Happy Halloween!

Halloween '09 was a great time. Boston got to run around in his Frankenstein costume, eat candy, and stay up a little later than usual. When you think about the things that make life worth living, these three criteria just about sum it all up. Our first Halloween experience this year was the Great Halloween Zoo at the Ft. Wayne Children's Zoo on Monday the 26th. Boston got to hang out with his two best buds, Carson and Madalyn. Once he figured out that people would give him candy just by giving them a little orange piece of paper, he was on the move. He was so much on the move, in fact, that we had to take a bit of a breather when he thew up his Twizzler. Candy + juice + running = upset tummy. He didn't let it phase him, though. One of the highlights for me was the haunted train ride. Boy scouts would run out of the woods to try and scare us as we trekked on by.





The actual trick-or-treating took place on Saturday. We started off at Cara's parents in Decatur, then to my dad's in Ft. Wayne, then my mom's in Columbia City, then back to Ft. Wayne for our neighborhood festivities. It was a tour de treats. When we got back to Ft. Wayne, we took Boston to Forest Park Blvd., which is just down the street from us. Forest Park is notorious for their awesome hand outs, which would explain the vans full of kids unloading by the...well, by the van load. Boston didn't want to partake in the trick-or-treating, though. He just wanted to stroll up and down the sidewalk looking at all the cool costumes.





Happy November, and enjoy that extra hour of sleep you got this weekend. That was better than any fun size box of Milk Duds or Reese Cup. We hope all is well. And for those of you complaining about a lack of recent updates (I'm talking to you, Lauren McComb and Josh Scheidler) I hope you are pleased with my latest submission.

Skeleton Man

The scary skeleton man was running around our house tonight. Boston thought it was pretty cool that it glows in the dark. We're getting ready for Halloween around here. Cara bought some hay, a pumpkin, and a few gourds. She bought some mums a few weeks ago, but they're dead already. They look extra spooky now. Check out more photos on the photo page!

Why is there a toothbrush in my guitar?

It's not a question I often ask myself. It's really not a question I thought I would ever ask myself. Everyday as a parent I find myself saying, "Huh...I never thought of that happening." This morning I opened my bathroom drawer to brush my teeth as I do every morning after my shower. I couldn't find my toothbrush, though. That kid steals everything, so I knew who the caper was. My problem was that I didn't know where he would have put it. By this time Boston was already awake, so I checked his room first. Nothing. Then I went into our bedroom. Nada. Computer room? Nope. (So I thought.)

I settled for one of our spare toothbrushes (before having a child who is mobile I never thought it necessary to possess a "spare" toothbrush) and decided to continue my search after school. I mentioned my oral hygiene problem to Cara, who immediately asked, "Did you check Boston's room?" We both looked, again to no avail. After baby boy's bath I picked up my acoustic guitar to strum a few chords while Cara dried little man off. When I turned it on its side to sit it on my knee it sounded like someone had tossed half a dollar's worth of change into the thing. Cara looked at me and said, "Was that your toothbrush?!?" I looked through the sound hole; it was my toothbrush. When I took the strings off to rescue my treasure I also found 8 guitar picks which Boston had deposited earlier in the week. It looks like my guitar will spend more time in its case these days. At least I can call the toothbrush search and rescue team and tell them their services will no longer be necessary.