tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-307115472012-01-23T20:52:05.340-05:00it's a big ol' world. just ask caleb, elizabeth & sam.vandorstenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00551123148428933747noreply@blogger.comBlogger2881100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30711547.post-43881679153743306952012-01-23T20:49:00.001-05:002012-01-23T20:52:05.349-05:00

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Caleb: Beth, why are you just staring into space like that?Elizabeth: Caleb, I cannot see into space.

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Hop on Pop.

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Little Sam gets a ride from his Great Grandpa Frank.

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Big time Christmas fun with Aunt Sarah!

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Caleb: Dad, I'm going to be a wise man in the play.Dad: Nice! Do you know who the wise men were?Caleb: Sure. They were the guys that brought baby Jesus myrrh, gold and ...uh... Frankenstein.

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Perhaps mistaking him for some sort of tasty treat, Sam happily attempted to eat his cousin Caden's feet. Caden = not amused.Well, maybe a little amused.

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After a couple weeks of very uncharacteristic fussiness, Sam got his first tooth in today! Way to go, little buddy.

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Halloween '11 was a year for a variety of costumes, depending on the event. Elizabeth went as a "Penguin Princess" for her school party and a "Regular Princess" for trick-or-treating. Sam and Caleb shared Caleb's "Thor" costume, except for when Sam was a pea. We trick-or-treated with our friend Karen, who lives down the street with her dog, Lily.

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Jack-O-Lanterns 2011. Bet you can guess whose is whose.

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Nothing says Fall like a trip to the apple orchard with Uncle Jeremy, Aunt Michele and Caden!

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Elizabeth can now write two words all on her own: her name and "poop". We're so proud!

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Our brave girl was rewarded with a milkshake today after shots at the doctor.

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Caleb and Elizabeth made a house for Sam! (No babies were harmed in the making of this house.)

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Our big boy's first day of school at Ambleside! Today, kindergarten - tomorrow, college. Time really does fly.

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Sam @ 4 weeks Sam @ 9 weeks

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Good times with Nana & Pop on their first visit to see Sam

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Happy fourth birthday to our best little girl!We celebrated our big girl's b-day in style - with a princess tea party......And a Tacky the Penguin cake!Princess dress-ups and penguins are a must for such a big day......And of course you may lick your plate on your birthday!Even Sam got dressed up for the occasion.

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Welcome to the jungle, baby.

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Elizabeth: Let's play a game. In this game, Ariel the doll will be Ariel. Dad, you can be King Triton.Caleb: Who can I be?Elizabeth: You can be a crab who doesn't talk much.Dad: And who will you be?Elizabeth: I will be someone who rules the world.

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Samuel Jeremiah VanDorstenBorn June 29, 2011 at 10:06pm - 7lbs 8oz, 20.25""Now the young man Samuel continued to grow both in stature and in favor with the LORD and also with man."~1 Samuel 2:26After a grueling 22 hours of false labor, induction, and actual labor, Sam joined our family at 10:06pm on July 29! He's a pretty calm guy and is eating and sleeping well... so far. Caleb is super excited

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Elizabeth: I dream in penguins.

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Dad: (reading a roadside sign) "Free King Bed" ...huh.Caleb: Dad, what in the world is a "freaking bed"?

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Elizabeth got a bedroom redo with a new big girl bed. Says Beth, "I love it!"

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Caleb: Dad, can I paint the trees in the backyard white? All of them.Dad: Mmm... no.Caleb: But why not?Dad: I don't want my trees painted white.Caleb: Well, they are actually God's trees, since He made them. So they're not really yours. And I don't think He would mind if I painted them white.

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Good times at the Columbus Zoo with our Zoo Buddies!

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Elizabeth: Dad, I don't even know if I'm gonna go to the college yet. But I have time to think about it since I'm only three.

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Dad: Here's your cup, Bethie. We're going to make a New Year's toast.Elizabeth: Will you put some butter on my toast?

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Happy New Year!

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Christmas Eve Eve

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Here's what raking leaves with the kids reminded me about laboring for the Gospel.

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Dad: Caleb, do you know what Thanksgiving is all about?Caleb: Sure. It's about Programs and Indians.Dad: I'm pretty sure you mean "Pilgrims" and Indians.Caleb: Well, I'm pretty sure I don't.

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Elizabeth: Look, Dad. I found some money.Dad: I think that fell out of my pockets. Can I have it back?Elizabeth: Nope. I'm gonna put it in my piggy tank.

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Uncle Jeremy: Caleb, do you like The Doors?Caleb: On which house?

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Pop: So, did you carry the ring in that wedding?Caleb: Yeah, I was the ring barrier.

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Elizabeth: Caleb, do you think you can marry me at a wedding?Caleb: Ummm, I don't think so. I'll probably marry Mom. Sorry.Elizabeth: Okay. Well, I have a pretty dress.Caleb: Yeah, and I got this suit. And I look way better than Dad.

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Elizabeth: My bike is so fast, I can ride like the wind.

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Caleb: Mom, I'm getting really tall now, aren't I?Elizabeth: I'm getting tall too. Look! I'm all the way up to my hair!

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Happy Birthday, Little Princess.

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Elizabeth: Mommy, we need a flywhopper so we can whop all these flies!

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Caleb: (loudly) Dad, WHY is that guy wearing a PINK shirt?Dad: I guess he likes pink shirts.Caleb: But he is a man. Why would he wear a pink shirt?Dad: Some men like pink shirts.Caleb: Do you like pink shirts?Dad: They're okay, I guess. I think I have pink dress shirt.Caleb: Well, you should give it to that guy because it appears that he likes to dress like a GIRL.

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Caleb: Dad, I don't think I've ever seen a dog like that one.Dad: That is a Cocker Spaniel.Caleb: REALLY?! So it can talk?Dad: Mmmm... nope. Why did ask that?Caleb: You said it was a Talker Spaniel. So it can talk?Dad: I said it was a Cocker Spaniel.Caleb: What?! Dad, you are joking with me. That is not a Taco Spaniel.

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Elizabeth: Daddy, if Caleb wasn't wearing his seat belt, the wind would blow him and he would go zoop! Right out the window!Dad: That's true, Bethie.Caleb: It is true, but I wish she would stop smiling when she says that.

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Caleb: I am DAAAAARK VADER!(Officially the best $4 we ever spent at a yard sale.)

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Elizabeth: I'm dwawin' a picture of evewybody.Dad: That's cool. Who's that one?Elizabeth: That's you, Daddy. I dwawed a weeeeaaaally big head for you.Dad: Hm. Yes. Why did you draw me with such a big head?Elizabeth: Dad, I just think your head is weally huge. But I did dwaw you some little hair.

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Dad: Hey Caleb, I got two tickets. You wanna go?Caleb: Sure. Where we going?Dad: To the gun show!!! Booyah!Caleb: Gun show? Are there real guns there?Dad: The guns are my arms.Caleb: Oh. I'd rather have tickets to the movies. Do you have any of those tickets?Dad: Uh... no.Elizabeth: Dad, I just can't understand you.

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Here is Caleb as Batman and his sidekick Uncle Jeremy as Redneck Batman.

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Elizabeth: Daddy, is it okay if I kick Caleb today?Dad: It is absolutely not okay.Elizabeth: Okay, Daddy. I guess I'll just kick myself then.

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Dad: Hey, Bethie. Whatcha doing?Elizabeth: I'm drawin a picture on the weasel.

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Mom: Do you think it's okay if I go running?Dad: Um... That seems foolish. There's snow on the roads. You could die.Mom: "...I could die"? Seriously?Dad: Uh... but if you want to, I guess...Caleb: Mom, why is your stomach like that?Mom: Like what?Caleb: Why is your stomach puffy?Mom: ...Dad: ...Mom: I'm going running.

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Dad: See ya in a couple days, buddy.Caleb: Where's Dad going again?Mom: He's going away for a couple days with the people who work at our church.Caleb: Dad, you better take a lightsaber.Dad: You think so?Caleb: Definitely. You never know when Dark Vader is gonna show up. Or the Joker. You know what? You should probably take my Batman mask too.Dad: This will be the best elders' retreat ever.Caleb:

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Christmas in Colorado Springs!

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Caleb: The corn on my taco sandwich is delicious! Don't you think so, Bethie?Elizabeth: I can't get the corn on my fork 'cause it keeps not getting on there.

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Elizabeth: Is it ice cweam?

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Caleb: I don't know if you 'member or not, Dad, but it was just my birthday. So I'm four now.Dad: I think I recall something about a birthday...Caleb: Yeah. Don't forget - I'm four now. But when I am old like you, I won't have any hair. How old are you, Dad? Eighteen?Dad: Not quite.Caleb: When I'm as old as you, I'll be eighteen with no hair. But now I'm four. Maybe next year I'll be eighteen.

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Caleb: Bats are nocturnal. But I don't think monkeys are nocturnal, right Beth?Elizabeth: Monkeys is not tuwnal. I not tuwnal too.

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Summer '09 has been a fun one for the VA VanDorstens. We had a little family photo session to celebrate.

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Caleb: When I grow up, I will be Iron Man every day.

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Caleb: When I grow up, I will be Ironman. But also Spiderman and Batman. Probably Superman, too. Maybe an X-man.Beth: Ima X-man tew!

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Caleb: Dad, these fireworks are makin' me warm.Dad: You mean, "warm and fuzzy"?Caleb: Not fuzzy. Just warm.

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Dad: Hmm. I think it's about time for you to get a haircut.Caleb: Dad, when I am an old man like you, I'm just gonna shave all my hair off.

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Elizabeth: Like it. Chockit. Ieeethceam. Wan moah. Moah.

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Caleb: Dad, I'm drinking my juice really slow. Do you know how to drink slow?Dad: I think so.Caleb: I am going to tell you the best way to drink it slow.Dad: Ok. Shoot.Caleb: Don't drink fast.

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Caleb: Dad, mommy is definitely not a dude.Dad: Truer words have ne'er been spoken, little friend.

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Elizabeth: Ima. Pwintheth.

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Caleb: Where did you say we were going again?Dad: To the mall.Caleb: The mall by Grandma's or by our house?Dad: The one by our house.Caleb: Dad, Jesus was good to put a mall close to our house.

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