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Anika's Stats
10/17/11
6 month check up
Height:27.5 inches - 95th percentile
Weight: 19 pounds 13 ounces - 95th percentile
Head Circumfrence: 17 inches - 75th percentile
7/25/11
4 month check up
Height: 25 inches - 90th percentile
Weight: 16 pounds 1.5 ounces - 95th percentile
Head Circumfrence: 15.5 inches - 25th percentile
3/30/11
Birth Date
Height:
Weight: 8.6 pounds
6 month check up
Height:27.5 inches - 95th percentile
Weight: 19 pounds 13 ounces - 95th percentile
Head Circumfrence: 17 inches - 75th percentile
7/25/11
4 month check up
Height: 25 inches - 90th percentile
Weight: 16 pounds 1.5 ounces - 95th percentile
Head Circumfrence: 15.5 inches - 25th percentile
3/30/11
Birth Date
Height:
Weight: 8.6 pounds
Jaedelyn-isms
September 09
When she gets home from day care...
"nack, nack, nack!" code for fruit snacks please.
October 09
When asked what she was doing...
" I'm jumping!"
When looking at anything...
" So pretty!"
November 09
When asked to give mommy a hug...
" I'm coloring!!!!!!!!"
When asked to give mommy a kiss...
" No way, momma!"
When she is in the car...
" School bus, big truck, school bus, big truck..."
When she gets home from day care...
"nack, nack, nack!" code for fruit snacks please.
October 09
When asked what she was doing...
" I'm jumping!"
When looking at anything...
" So pretty!"
November 09
When asked to give mommy a hug...
" I'm coloring!!!!!!!!"
When asked to give mommy a kiss...
" No way, momma!"
When she is in the car...
" School bus, big truck, school bus, big truck..."
Gems for Jaedelyn
- I want Jaedelyn to embody each of these characteristics. Friends and family are encouraged to help Jaedelyn learn how to live these out. ~Trina
- Diligence
- Compassion
- Purity
- Patience
- Self Control
- Punctuality
- Confidentiality
- Thoughtfullness
- Responsibility
- Honesty
- Determination
Mommy Lessons
- Make your priorities
- Do the most important things first
- Breathe
- Laugh
- Love the people in your life sacrificially and in ways that make sense to them
- Relationships are more important than possessions or how clean your house is
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
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
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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!
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!
Uncle Scott
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
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