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The End

This blog is now over. Not because we don't want to blog, but rather because...well, it's just time. If you'd like to see pictures, please visit Sara's myspace at myspace.com/skfraser.

Thanks for all the love and support during this year and more. We love you all...and hope you'll continue to follow our great adventure, via the myspace, or better yet--via phone or email. You can reach us at either: sarakfraser@aol.com or jedfraser@aol.com. We'd love to hear from you.

This entire blog will be removed within two weeks, so take from it what you will, and we'll leave the rest to history.

Pictures

Guys, I'm working on it! Blogger, for whatever reason, seems to be down and won't allow me to download photos. But--I'll keep trying throughout the day. They'll be here soon!

Back from the UK.

Sorry, loyal readers, that I haven't posted in a while (and Jed's no good for posting anymore, so don't count on him...LOL). Anyway, we've been back from England and Portugal for nearly a week. We had a great time; I can't even explain how much I loved it! Jed's family was awesome. They all fell immediately in love with Cole (and who wouldn't?), and made me feel very much at home. We spent a few nights in Manchester with his sister, Sabina, and met Sabrina and her boys. Went to the pub several times, and everyone was great. Weird, though, to be the one with an "accent." For some reason, they kept making me say, "Ten til Ten." They way they say it sounds more like, "ten el ten." Yeah, and I even conformed to the English way of drinking half pints, which really makes very little sense to me. I'm like, "Uh, but I'm thirsty, so why don't I just get a WHOLE pint?" But apparently, that's very unladylike, so I succumbed to peer pressure. By the by, everyone neglected to tell me that Strongbow, which is the hard cider I LIVED on over there, is what all the homeless alcohlics drink. Thanks, guys. :)

We also went to Wales to meet Josie (another sister, yeah, a lot to keep up with), and her boyfriend, Ashley. They, too, were lovely, as was the scenery. You guys wouldn't believe it. It was like being immersed in a Tolkein book, seriously. You can understand where Grimm's fairy tales, and stories about Middle Earth came from after seeing this place. Unbelievable.

In Blackpool, we met Pauline, a close friend of Jed's, and her daughter, Sonara (and HER daugher, Mia. Impressed that I remember everyone? Yeah, it was a LOT!). Oh, and Pauline's other children, Lewis and Pearl. They, of course, were also great. We went to the pier (think of an English version of Myrtle Beach), and took a carriage ride with Cole. He ADORED it.

He slept the entire way to and from Manchester. Yeah, some old mean lady had to eat her words. We get on and are settling into our LOVELY business class seats, and this old witch behind us (Cole’s a little fussy at this point, but gimme a break; we were delayed two hours and he was tired and hungry) says to Jed, “He’s [Cole] trying to tell you that he’s too young to travel?” Uh, excuse me? No, what I think he said is that you’re a hateful, old, wretched person that’s too ancient to fly. Ack. But, he completely proved her wrong. So there, Nurse Wretched.

I promise to post pictures today, if I can get them downloaded, and I’ll write more. Am contemplating an entry entitled, “Great differences between England and Greenville.” We shall see.

But again, sorry for the delay…We also want to send a HUGE thank you to all that hosted us and were so very kind on our trip. They are, in no particular order: Sabina, Sabrina (and “Bones” and Damian), Jarrod, Lisa, Josie, Ashley, Pauline, Sonara (and Mia), Lewis, Pearl, Dave, John, Janet, Tiffany, Luke, Bernie, the whole crew at St. Mike’s, those “Welsh Bastards,” karaoke nuts at the Saloon. We appreciate your hospitality SO much, and miss you already!

Don't Deny Coleslaw an Education--VOTE!

Ok, it's time to vote for Cole's picture for the Evenflow contest. Here's what you do:

Go to Evenflo.com
Click on the picture link
Enter his number, 5617, in the space on top left.
Vote once a day...please!

If he wins, he'll get a 10K scholarship (ha--like that can pay for Harvard in 2024!).

**Please note: Thanks to a response on this board (seriously, thank you, Oh Anonymous One), I realized it's "evenflo", not "evenflow"...Yeah. My bad.

Dancing Cucumber...Dance, Dance...Yeah!

So um hum, I've been listening to an obscene amount of Veggie Tale's Silly Songs with Larry as of late, as Cole loves it. You'd think that he might be too young to appreciate it--au contraire, whenever it comes on, he starts jammin'. No lie. He particularly enjoys a Spanish song about the merits of a dancing and singing cucumber (aforementioned Larry), who simultaneously belittles translater (who happens to be a tomato, Bob) who is not nearly so gifted in the performing arts. It's really quite entertaining. As is the song about lips. Did you know (and I'll bet you didn't) that "oousta" is Polish for lips?

Anyway, Cole is doing wonderfully. He's reaching and grabbing for things, and subsequently shoves every item into his cake hole. Oh, and he's recently discovered his feet, which is a riot. He looks at them quizically, but he's starting to figure out that they do indeed belong to him. Strangely, he has one stinky foot. I know, that sounds bizarre, but it's oh-so-true. The left one. Really smelly, while the right one is fine. Go figure. So mommy sings, "Go tell it on the mountain," replacing the line about Jesus' birth with, "that Cole has a stinky foot." He seems to enjoy that. As he enjoys a book about a hippo's love for his belly button (also known as a bee-bo). We read that one everyday; I have it entirely memorized.

That's all for now; am going to post some pictures here, taken in the last week or so.

Recent Pictures

Coley Poley's Modeling Debut

Hey guys,

This is super important. Jed has entered Cole into a contest, held by Evenflow bottles, to win a 10,000 dollar college scholarship. Voting is done online--the more votes, the better. You can vote once everyday, so please, please, please go to the site and vote for our little guy as much as you can. The voting starts on August 1st. Here's the link: http://www.evenflo.com/Homepage/BYAS/tabid/210/photoType/ViewPhoto/PhotoID/5617/ContestID/4/Default.aspx

Anyway, what's new? Well, nothing particularly exciting (at least to anyone but Jed and me). Cole continues to smile and babble. He loves to look at himself in the mirror, thinks it's the funniest thing ever. He can almost roll over completely now, and his favorite time to do so is during a diaper change (inevitably a dirty diaper). He's also swatting at his toys now, and can hold some of them. He's just now starting to bring things to his mouth. We think he's barely begun teething, as he's a drool machine, grumpy grumperton, and loves for something to rub on his little gums.

On another note, we've begun serious dog training with Franklin "Terror" Fraser. He seems to really like it, though. He is doing much better, although he'll still steal your pizza if given half a chance.

We went tubing last Sunday on the Green River, and Harv's mom watched the baby (she said he was wonderful). Jed and I got pretty beat up, bruises and cuts and such, but it was a great time. Lots of beer, sun, and water. What could be better?

That's all for now. World Cup finals are on, and we're in overtime. Go Italy!