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Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Crippled
Anyway, a the beginning I was having the soldiers jog in place, which we do before stretching. While I was jogging in place, I stepped half way on the pavement and half way on the grass, and rolled my ankle. I of course finished the PT session. It's a lot like taking a puck off the ankle, which I have done, the minute you take your skate off, it's not going back on.
I've now been hobbling around for the last few days, just hoping that the swelling goes down.
We're supposed to be taking a PT test next week, which involves push-ups, sit-ups, and a 2-mile run. I hate running, and this gives me an excuse not to. I don't need excuses not to run, I need excuses to run.
Oh, and Michael wanted a picture of his foot taken too, so here it is.
Monday, January 21, 2008
Derek Curtis Family Holiday Letter
Merry Christmas friends and family,
We’ve been blessed to be together as a family for the whole year, which is as much a s a military family can hope for. Here’s a rundown on what we’re up to:
DJ is two years old and living up to it. He’s learning to converse and is getting really good at it. He is busy doing things all the time. He tries to be independent but tends to make large messes in the process. He is however an incredibly loveable child. He goes to people, smiles and plays with them. We’ve noticed that since we returned to the states, he especially likes to go to Asian women, as he used to be picked up and played with by Korean women on the Subway in
Michael is turning four in a couple weeks. It’s fun just to listen to him talk. He says the funniest things and is a gifted story teller. His prayers are also highlight reel material. He loves to dress up as Superman and play with action figures. His whole life is a fantasy being played out in real life. He also has a bit of a negative disposition in life, which we try not to talk about for fear of labeling the kid. He sometimes informs us that all hope is lost when things don’t go as planned.
Janina is the girliest girl that one could encounter in a house overrun with boys. She just turned five last week where she got a doll and clothes and makeup. She is in pre-K and loving every minute of it. She wears dresses to school because that’s what she likes. She’ll actually be going to a different school when school comes back in session. She was going to a school across town, but we put her on a waiting list to get into Kennedy Elementary, which is the same school Jonathan goes to. It should make life easier and save on gas. She’s excited to go to the new school so far, we’ll see how she is on the first day. She has grown a lot this year. She used to never talk to kids other than her siblings, and now she is further out of her shell.
Jonathan didn’t make the age cut off for Kindergarten in
Jenn has been keeping herself busy this year. She is involved in Jonathan’s classroom and the PTA. She has put in between 100-200 hours. She is really enjoying herself, meeting new friends and returning to the school environment. She hasn’t been as involved in a school since she last taught in 2000-2001. We are also expecting our fifth child in June, which is also keeping her busy, but not in the same way. Our kids are all dead set on this child being a girl, even though we’ve tried to convey the other half of the odds.
Derek applied for a commissioning program and was accepted in April. Our two year tour to
So now we’re in
All in all it’s been a great year, have a Happy New Year as we look forward to another great year.
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Sunday, December 9, 2007
Who does this remind you of?


DJ's hair had finally gotten out of control, so I resorted to cutting it. I admit, he's still cute, but he looks so different. (People don't recognize him, including me. I mistake him for Michael from behind.)
One thing that has struck me over the last couple of days is how much he reminds me of Jared, when Jared was that age. I've never really seen the resemblance before, but I sure see it now. I guess he is a Curtis.
