Jaedelyn Faith & Family: November 2009

Brittany Brewer's Baby Shower

Sunday November 29th, 2009

Today I went to Brittany's baby shower. It was a lot of fun to meet her one year old son Kingston! I also got to ride on a scooter with great grandma Mary Ann. Great grandpa Pete and grandma Kathy were there too, but mommy didn't get any pictures with them. I'll have to have her work on that!

Brittany and Kingston and grandma Carey

Looking at the deer in the yard with Kingston

Kingston eating some turkey

Kingston liked the doll we got for the new baby!

Yea!

Kingston loves his great grandma Jan!

Playtime with Mayah

Friday November 27, 2009

After shopping all day day we went over to cousin Mayah's house.

Thanksgiving 2009

Thursday November 26, 2009

We had Thanksgiving in Montesano this year.

Kisses to great grandpa

Hanging out on cousin Alyssa's lap

I'm coloring!!!

Great grandma helping me eat

Enjoying my dinner

Daddy feeding me pie. Yum!

Reading time with Mayah

Sitting with Mayah and grandma Debbie

Coloring with cousin Katie

Picture time in front of the mini tree with Mayah

November Play Date

Saturday November 14, 2009

Today I had my first official play group meeting with Malea and Emma. We met at my house. I had so much fun playing with them, as you can see by all the toys that are out.

Snack time

Out mommies made tutu's for us. We are so pretty playing ring a round the rosie!

Malea was wearing my boots for me

Emma, Malea and Jaedelyn.

Weekend with the Greats

November 6th, 2009

While Daddy was gone elk hunting, mommy and me and the dogs went down to spend the weekend with the greats.

Wow, this is great grandpa's elk!

I can just reach it by standing on great grandma's lap.

Great grandpa gives me a lift.

Did the elk just give me a kiss???

More mountain berry pie please...

Squeaky clean after bath time!

Reading with great grandpa

Sunday

Great grandma let me taste her coffee...

Yum! I like grandma's coffee. 2/3 french vanilla, 1/3 coffee!

Watching the dear in the back yard with aunt Edith

Picking apples with aunt Edith

Happy pickers!

Great grandpa picked a flower for me!

Watching football with uncle Kenny. I'm about ready for a nap...

Halloween 2009

Halloween started off this year by a trip to school for a Halloween party. I had so much fun. I got a little tired at the end because if was past bed time. After the party we drove to Great grandma and pa Briscoe for a quick visit and then drove the rest of the way to Montesano for the weekend.

This is grandma Jan, the owner of my school. She gave me candy!

I was dressed as a "love Bug"

Daddy helped me with the bean bag toss.

Daddy helped me with the fishing game.

Daddy also helped me with the cake walk. We won pumpkin cup cakes!

Trick or treating at great grandma and pa Briscoe's.

Halloween Day

Saturday morning great grandma Mary Ann and great grandpa Pete came down to visit with us. Then great grandma and pa Briscoe came to visit and then uncle Kyle, aunt Rhianna and cousin Mayah came to visit! Then it was finally time to go trick or treating. We went by great grandpa Wisdom's house, aunt Laura and uncle Bob's house, cousin Angie and Lucas and Kylie's house and aunt Sarah and uncle Doug's house.

Look great grandma, my shirt lights up on the tiarra

Catch me while you can...

Playing in the car with Mayah. I'm not sure why we both have our fingers in our mouths?

Sitting with great grandpa Wisdom

Playing with cousin Kylie!

Taking a break from trick or treating and watching some football with uncle Doug.

Sunday

We spent the day hanging out with grandma Debbie and uncle Kyle and aunt Rhianna and of course cousin Mayah. They came over to watch football. Uncle Kyle fixed grandma and grandpa's lights in the living room and Mayah and I decorated pumpkins.

Relaxing and watching the game with grandma Debbie and Mayah. Go Seahawkes!

Hi There!

Admiring my pumpkin artwork

Jaedelyn's Stats

10/17/11

4 years old

Height: 43 inches - 95th percentile

Weight: 41.2 pounds - 80th percentile

B/P: 80/40

10/21/10

3 years old

Height: 39 inches - 90th percentile

Weight: 37.4 pounds - 90th percentile

10/16/09

2 years old

Height: 34 1/2 inches - 75th percentile

Weight: 33.2o pounds - 97th percentile

1/16/09

15 months old

Height: 32 inches - 90th percentile

Weight - 25.13 pounds - 90th percentile

10/16/08

12 months old

Height: 30 inches - 80th percentile

Weght: 23.1 pounds - 85th percentile

7/18/08

9 months old

Height: 28 inches - 60th percentile

Weight: 21.14 - 89th percentile

4/18/08

6 months old

Height: 27 inches - 90th percentile

Weight: 18.11 pounds - 90th percentile

2/15/08

4 months old

Height: 25 inches - 75th percentile

Weight: 16.3 pounds - 95th percentile

12/14/07

2 months old

Height: 23 1/2 inches - 90th percentile

Weight: 12.4 pounds - 90th percentile

11/20/07

5 weeks old

Height: 21 1/2 inches - 65th percentile

Weight: 10.2 pounds - 75th percentile

10/30/07

2 weeks old

Height: 20 inches - 25th percentile

Weight: 7.12 pounds - 37th percentile

10/22/07

1 week old

Height: 20 inches - 50th percentile

Weight: 6.15 pounds - 25th percentile

10/16/07

New born

Height: 20 inches

Weight: 7.4 pounds

What the Bible says about me

Psalm 139
O Lord, you have examined my heart and know everything about me. You know when I sit down or stand up. You know my thoughts even when I’m far away. You see me when I travel and when I rest at home. You know everything I do. You know what I am going to say even before I say it, Lord. You go before me and follow me. You place your hand of blessing on my head. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me, too great for me to understand!
I can never escape from your Spirit! I can never get away from your presence! If I go up to heaven, you are there; if I go down to the grave, you are there. If I ride the wings of the morning, if I dwell by the farthest oceans, even there your hand will guide me, and your strength will support me. I could ask the darkness to hide me and the light around me to become night— but even in darkness I cannot hide from you. To you the night shines as bright as day. Darkness and light are the same to you.
You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother’s womb. Thank you for making me so wonderfully complex! Your workmanship is marvelous—how well I know it. You watched me as I was being formed in utter seclusion, as I was woven together in the dark of the womb. 16 You saw me before I was born. Every day of my life was recorded in your book. Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed.
How precious are your thoughts about me, O God. They cannot be numbered! I can’t even count them; they outnumber the grains of sand! And when I wake up, you are still with me!

Tim's Family Tree

10/23/09
Hi Trina,

I though I'd start on my mom's story as best as I know, so here goes.

My mom's birth name was Priscilla Alden Weeks and was born on Jan. 21, 1921 in western Pennsylvania. I know she lived in that area and then upstate New York until she was 18 or 19. I can't verify much but she indicted that her family could trace roots all the way back to the Mayflower and Plymouth Rock. Who knows for sure. I don't know about her father and never meet him, I think he was in the Army. I did meet her mom a few times, she passed away in 1977 or 78. I know she was a school teacher. That's about all I can tell you of that set of grandparents. Back in the 50's and 60's people didn't travel as much. With us out in southern Nevada and them in upstate New York you can see it was a long way between the two.

Well, that's it for now,

6/30/09
Hi Trina,

I'm up early these days trying to get ready for the STP. I'll be up at 3:00 that day and we start riding at 4:30.

Here is more on my side of the family.

Sometime in the very early 60's we moved to the Lake Shore Trailer Park down by Lake Mead and my dad transferred to the Boulder City Fire Dept. Then we moved into town into a rental on Ave. B. In his spare time my dad built houses so I think about by the time I was in 1st grade we were living in a house he built on Northridge Way. Then he built another house on Yuma Ct. We were living there by 3rd grade and that's the house I grew up in. My parents divorced in 1969. My dad built another house in 1971 that he and my new step-mom lived in. She is still there in this house. I'll tell you more about this time if you want.

Sometime in the late 60's he took disability from the fire dept. and started his own construction co. I helped on a lot of builds in my teenage years and in the summers during college. Not much changed after that. He retired in the mid 1980's. I can see how as you get older you like a routine and order in your daily life. I should tell you that he was a drinker and heavy smoker and that is what got him in the end. He never acknowledged that he was an alcoholic. In his last 20 years you really couldn't have a conversation with him after early afternoon because he was drunk. When I would call I always made sure in was in the AM. I think that is one of the reasons I don't drink at all. He died in March, 2001 after a 10 years with emphysema and all the compilations that go with it. It is a hard and terrible way to end your life. In all probability it could have been avoided by not smoking and drinking. I can not understand that with all the medical knowledge and sad examples of others that people still smoke. I don't understand at all why you'd do that to your body.

Anyway that is it for my dad's side of the family. Next will be my mom's side of the family.

Love you,

Dad
6/25/09
Hi Trina,

I'll pick up where I left off on the family history. This video was a favorite of my dad's, it was his kind of music.

I'm not to sure just when he went to England but I think is was in the fall of 1944. The plane and crew flew the northern route thru New Foundland, Greenland, Iceland, Scotland and then England. He was station at Rackheath near Norwich on the northeast coastal area of England, about 100 miles from London. He was lucky to be there near the end of the war. He flew his 25 missions from February to April 1945. Years ago he made out a list of the missions for me and noted some information on some of them. By then they didn't have to worry about fighters much but FLAK was bad. He was in the 790 squadron of the 467th bomb group of the 8th Air Force. Each squadron had 16 to 18 planes and 4 squadrons to a group. He indicated on a mission to Berlin that his squadron lost 2 planes and his plane came back with 5 holes in it. There is a website about his bomb group, http://www.467bg.com/ It has a lot information in it and photo's. I've not been able to find one of him though or his plane. He didn't tell me the tail number or if it had a name on it. I have a lot more if you want to sit down some time and talk. I'm sending another video to show you the type of plane he flew in.

As a side note the 8th Air Force suffered the highest causality rate of any US formation in the war. Around 250,000 men flew combat missions while assigned to the 8th and 25,000 lost their lives, 10%. All in just under 3 years of combat. This is something I believe most young people in this country can't comprehend of the sacrifices that generation made to save our country.

After the war the Army asked him to stay in and go to officers training school. But like most he couldn't wait to get out. In later years he wished he had stayed in. He though he could have retired in the early 70's as a Major or higher and had a nice retirement. I'm not sure what he did after the war but by the late 40's he was in the Pasadena Fire Department. He meet my mom sometime after the war and I'll cover all that when I get to her side of the family. He/They lived in the Arcadia/Pasadena area thru the 50's. They got me when I was 1 day old, so that would have been Feb. 18, 1958. Some time in 1959 we moved to Las Vegas and he had a job with the Las Vegas Fire Dept. I don't remember much about those early years. Then in the early 60's we moved out to Boulder City and he started working in that Fire Dept.

More later, love ya

Dad

6/11/06
Hi Trina,

I thought since you don't know much about my side of the family I'd start to fill you in as best as I can. Not sure what is prompting this, maybe I'm (we're) getting older and I feel closer to you than ever before. This will take a few emails to complete so here goes.

As you know I'm adopted. I know almost nothing about my birth parents except they were young and not married. My parents didn't know much or didn't ever say. The most I ever got from my mom was that they may have been of German descent. That could explain the height, blond hair and green eyes, who knows for sure though. Like I always say I'm just happy to be here. I've never had a desire to find out more. It was quite a step for my adoptive parents back then to adopt. There was a lot of social prejudice against couples that couldn't have there own kids. I was always told that I was adopted since I can remember so it was no big deal. I had a place to live and parents and food and things to do, just like all the other kids. So in my book birth and adopted parents are the same.

I'll start with my dad's side of the family. He was born on Feb. 24, 1924 in Southern California. As best as I can tell the Estes surname has it's roots in Spain. His father died when I was 8 years old in 1966. I don't have to much to remember about him. He was a car mechanic and a rock hound. I don't know if you've notice the arrow head collection and the petrified rock chunk but he collected those in the 20's and 30's in the mountians of California.

My grandmother was born in Bristol, England on May 18, 1901 as the youngest of 6 children. At the age of 3 her family moved to the US. She past away in 1997 at the age of 96. I use to spend weekends sometimes with her when I was a kid and she spoiled me. I never knew any of the other relatives on my dads side of the family as most if not all had died by the time I could have remembered them.

My dad was am only child and grew up during the Great Depression. I have some newspaper articles about him in the 30's and early 40's. Seems he was somewhat of a hell raiser. They lived in Pasadena, CA. When the war started he was 17 and starting to work at Lockheed in Santa Monica. His enlistment was delayed until he was 19 because he worked in a defense industry. He choose the Army Air Corp (now called Air Force) for 2 reasons. The first and most important is that on his dad's side all the men had always served in the Navy. On Dec. 7, 1941 he lost a cousin on the USS Arizona at Pearl Harbor. He didn't want anything to do with the Navy. The second reason he picked the air corp was that he had airframe experience.

He went to boot camp in 1943. Because of his aircraft experience after boot camp he was made a Master Sargent/Flight Engineer and assigned to a heavy bomber squadron.

Well that's about it for now. Oh, please excuse any spelling mistakes. Even with spell check something always slips thru.

Love you,

Dad

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