Mid-may

Before leaving for Pasadena, late Monday night, we had all gone to the STIC gold tournament. Matthew to play, Kegan to look cute, and me to enjoy and support.
Kegan in his wagon, headed to the course.

He looks so cute in hats...too bad it came right off after this picture.

Begining steps of learning to play the game. At least he knows to put the golf balls in the hole...to bad it is not always as easy as dropping it in with your hands!

Ready to go...who is gonna ride with him?

My two VERY HANDSOME men!!! (whistle whistle)

Trying to help load up the water cooler.

Driving Grandpa around in the Gator. (Just in case you were wondering...he is not really driving...phew...)

Monday night, we fed Kegan, gave him a bath, and hopped in the car. He wanted to play with his "car" so I handed it to him. He quickly fell asleep like this. I tried to move the "car" out of his lap, but he woke up and started crying, so I have it back to him and with-in seconds, he was back asleep holding onto the "gear shift". He slept the majority of the way like this...I thought it was so funny. His blanket was packed, so I guess this was the next best thing to hold to while he slept.

Wednesday morning - Uncle Nolan, Aunt Wendy, and Karsyn arrive. The kids, as always were so fun together...and had fun together.
If someone shows their belly...do you need to show your belly, too? Well, I guess so!

"Oh...we were caught!"

Singing outside while Grandpa makes them laugh.

Kegan pushing Karsyn in the stroller. (This scenario happened many times through the course of the week.) Kegan would be pushing around the stroller and Karsyn would walk up, back into the stroller, and sit down. If Kegan tried to argue she would turn, look at him, say something...I am guessing he must have understood...because she would then take her seat, happily, to no more protesting by him. Isn't he a great cousin...or she is just very purswasive...haha...or something...haha...

Cool whip bowls...meant for water for the doggies...but really...what great hats they make!


Hey ma...look at me!

Bubbles...we learned how to say bubbles...and learned how much fun they are when we clap our hands together and the go everywhere!

Playing in the tub.
(Side note...Kegan just walked into the office, saw these pictures, pointed, and said "Karka"...aka...Karsyn)

Hey...where did these bubbles come from? I do look good in that mirror, though!

Kegan does really well when I brush his teeth...now he likes to try and brush them on his own a little, after I have brushed them. He does good, till he puts the toothbrush in the bath water...then we say good-bye to the toothbrush for the evening.

Playing around with some fun chef hats at Meme and Poppa's.
Where's Kegan?

Boooo...

I see you...

Everything is more fun when you do it with a friend!

Thursday morning, before the viewing, Uncle Nolan decided to wash all the cars (all 5 of them out in he driveway)... the kids played around in the water...

and discovered earthworms. (both learned how to say "worm")
I love how she is standing back...just looking...and he is ready to reach down and pick it up...which he tried to do!

Kegan did pretty good at the viewing. We took the kids that night because they were not going to be coming to the funeral on Friday. He did pretty good while meeting a lot of new people. (I was sure to have food on hand...that always keeps him happy.) One very sweet moment was when Kegan was looking into the casket...and recognized Poppa...said Poppa and Matthew told him Poppa was with Jesus. Kegan looked at Poppa again and said "Jesus"...so touching.
After the funeral on Friday, the family came back over to the house. Kegan's cousin Katy brought over some dolls and doll strollers...Kegan of course took the very manly boy doll to push around in the purple and pink stroller.

What better way to keep all the kids entertained...play in the water. Kegan "accidentally" getting all the cousins wet.

OOO...feel the spray of the water!

Kegan defiantly preferred holding the hose and spraying it, as opposed to being sprayed.


Pure excitement!

Saturday morning, Kegan was helping his daddy look through Poppa's tools. (Before he passed away, Poppa had told Matthew he could take what tools he could use.)

Hugging goodbye...

Saturday afternoon Meme wanted to go look at the grave site, so Grams, Meme, Kegan and Mommy all headed to the grave-site.
Kegan looking at some of Poppa's pretty flower, out at the burial site.

Sunday morning we went to church with Meme, went to eat lunch at one of Poppa's favorite places to take his family to eat seafood and headed home late in the afternoon. After a not so great ride...or fussing and crying...Kegan finally fell asleep. I thought he looked cute with his hand propped up behind him...he left it up there for quite a while.

Wednesday (5-7-08) Kegan and I got to run up to Beeville with Matthew. On the way back we got a malt from Whataburger...Kegan did his part in helping us finish it off. Once he figured out how to slurp the thick malt up the straw...he did not want to give it up. Haha...the malt is almost as big has half of him. It didn't seem to discourage him, though!


Sunday, May 11, 2008.
Happy Mother's Day (my second)
Family Photo number one...so sweet...

Family photo number two...so mischievous...

Mommy and Kegan giving Eskimo kisses



Thursday (5-15-08) Kegan and I decided to take advantage of the beautiful weather...and I really needed to water our plants...so we headed to the back yard. I recently bought a water table for Kegan, which he enjoyed, but I think he enjoyed the water hose used to fill the table up, more. Later on I attached the water shooter (in pictures from Meme and Poppa's house) and he REALLY enjoyed spraying that around...especially at me!
Look at that concentration. Pouring the water into the bucket, so the propeller below will spin.

Wow...look at the water come out.

What happens if I put my hand over the end...ohhh...it shoots everywhere.

He loves going up and grabbing the sprinkler. Notice how big his eyes are...that is because water kept getting him in the face...but it did not stop him.

He loves water...to say the least. I have a feeling we will be spending a lot more time outside this summer. I would like to have had more pictures...but I was getting to wet...and was afraid the camera would not make it through all the water spraying everywhere.

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Wendy, here are pictures of our backyard landscaping.
This bed and another one that looks like it (minus the tractor) are in the corners.

Come down a little on the fence, from each direction, and there are two beds that look like this. (This flower bed has had one fatalitly from the dogs...some little purple plants did not make it...I will have to replant.)

This flower bed is in the middle of the fence.

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Saturday morning (5-17-08) Kegan and daddy got to hang out and have "guy time" (looking around at a field and to the John Deere store) becuase I had to get up super early to go run the Beach to Bay relay. They must have had a good morning because Kegan was sound asleep when Matthew and him pulled into the garage later that morning, after I got home.
We had some errands to run, so we all loaded up in the car and headed into Corpus. Kegan was in need a a little life jacket for our upcomeing trip to Concan. What do you think...he looks cute, huh!?!
...noodles...that about describes that little man sometimes...haha...
Well...that is one way to lift him up...Kegan thought this was funny!

Mommy, Daddy and Kegan had all gone out for a walk - it was a beautiful night. Part way through the walk Kegan decided he did not want to ride, but rather, pull...this lasted a couple of minutes, then he was back in the wagon...it was a little hard staying on the sidewalk...and getting the concept of pull and not push....

A busted lip: Although Kegan is very good at walking...and running...there are still times when the furniture just jumps out at him and causes him to get a busted lip...or a fat lip in this instance.
Just a little swollen...a little bleeding...and a whole lot of hurt...but

a busted lip does mean a nice cold popsicle to help the swelling and the pain! (This was a great idea I got from a lady in stroller strides. No way would Kegan let me put ice on his lip...but if you let him suck on a popsicle...! It also took away the tears amazingly. To all you knew mom's out there...keep popsicles on hand!)


Kegan goes to the doctor on Monday for his 18 month check-up. I can't believe he is already that old...oh.... I will update with his hight and weight after that!

Little Buddy

"Little Buddy" - That is what Poppa called Kegan.


Last Tuesday, April 29th, 2007, at 8:47 am, my dear Poppa passed away, with my Meme and me at his side. I think I am handling things ok, and feeling better...then, tonight, looking through old pictures and sitting down to write about Poppa...my eyes grow wet with tears, again. I miss him dearly, and I am sad that my son will never really get a chance to know my Poppa, except what we tell him, and what he sees in pictures. One thing Kegan will never be able to doubt, when he looks at these pictures one day, and from the stories I will tell him, is that his Poppa loved him SO much. In honor of my Poppa and, if Kegan ever sits down to read any of this, I would like to post the speech I gave about Poppa at the funeral - hopefully one day Kegan will read it and get a small glimpse at who his great-Poppa was.

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In figuring out what I wanted to say today, I realized that it was nearly impossible because what I loved most about Papa wasn’t just one big thing, it was a bunch of little things.

First and foremost was his love and priority of God and how he instilled that in his children who in turn instilled that in his grandchildren. I remember when I would come to visit Meme and Poppa seeing them read their Bible every night and them reading to me at night. I also knew that when I would come see my grandparents we would be up at the church one or more times during my visit. Going to church with them, their church friends and parties with their church friends are a large part of my childhood memories of Poppa. My personal favorite, though, as a child, was the senior citizens lunch and game day where we played lots of games, shared lots of laughs…Poppa usually making many of the jokes to get people laughing, and where they were always sure to serve green beans, to which Poppa soon began to and continued to politely decline. Come to think of it, my son usually declines, green beans…perhaps he got that from his Poppa. I hope I can pass down more than that to my son, from his Poppa. I hope to instill the same love and dedication to God in Kegan that I saw in my Poppa. My Poppa was not a theologian, but I knew by the way he lived his life that he loved Christ.

Another thing is how Poppa never knew a stranger. He always had something encouraging or funny to say to everyone he met. Quick trips to the store or bank were never really quick because he would stop and talk to everyone. I specifically remember that after my family moved to Plano I would often fly down to visit my grandparents and I remember many times Poppa had made friends with one or more of the other people waiting at the airport, whom I would have to meet because they had become friends in that short amount of time. When going anywhere he just talked to everyone like he had known them forever, striking up and carrying on a conversation. Even my friends up in Plano saw this trait in him, who after meeting him all soon began to call him Poppa, too.

One of my favorite things about my Poppa was his sense of humor. He was a good joke teller, but I would say his one liners and just his day to day responses to life’s ordinary situations and conversations are what kept me laughing. I want to just share a few of those one liners and funny stories I could remember:
I don’t know who got this saying…well the way it was said really…from who. When I was a little girl My Poppa and I would go back and forth saying, “Riiiight Gail”…”Riiiiight Poppa” – He loved telling me about this between us and always laughed while telling me the story.
When he liked something he would say it was “cooool”…just like the kids said.
He would always comment on my “kicks”…his word for shoes when talking to me.
When asking Poppa, “How are you doing”: I am going about half speed…or I am going full speed today
There is one story I always laugh at that I remember hearing since I was a little girl: My mom asked my Poppa on the day of her wedding, “What should I call you now?” Poppa’s reply, “How about Grandpa in about 9mths.”
When I was rather young I was piddling around in the bathroom and Poppa told me to shake a leg, so I came out shaking a leg.
One of the fondest groups of memories I have is from a trip that Meme and Poppa took me on when I was around 11 or 12. We took a trip around the south western United States. Poppa had run out of chap stick…which he always had with him…so I let him borrow mine. I did not mention that there was a slight red tint to it and he proceeded to generously apply the chap stick to his lips and surrounding areas till he looked a little like a clown…did he take it off when Meme and I started laughing…no way, he joined in with laughing and kept it on…even borrowing it again till he could get some more.
There are many, many more that could be told. I wish I could remember them all, but when it is happening you don’t think to remember it, because you are just enjoying the moment.

Finally, he loved his family and loved having his family around him. I’m sure that his friends can attest to the fact that he also loved talking about his family. And once the great grandchildren came along, everyone, strangers and friends alike, were subjected to photo after photo and story after story about them. For that, we collectively apologize and promise not to show anymore pictures unless requested. But seriously, Poppa always provided ways for the family to be together, whether it be at Lake Water Wheel, cruises for his sons and their wives, or for everyone to get together at the Beach House in Galveston…or even just time together at his house. Some great memories are the simple ones of me going fishing with Poppa, his and my special dinner dates at CiCi’s, spending Christmas Eve and Christmas day with Meme and Poppa at our house, or of Meme, Poppa and I sitting around the kitchen table playing games and just laughing and making memories.

I loved my Poppa, and I loved spending time with him. I am sad today for the loss of my Poppa, but I can stand here with joy, too, because I know my time with him is not over. I will see him again, one day, in Heaven.
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I do want to point out that before I got up there to speak, my grandparent's pastor and my Uncle Danny spoke and we basically all said the same points about his CHARACTER. As I sat there and listened I thought, "Wow, this man truly was a man of consistent character, in different places in his life, both physically and through the generations."

Little Buddy - I hope you work hard in life like your great-Poppa, but that you also can laugh through and enjoy life, like him, too. I pray your daddy and I can pass down, from all your great grandparents, and grandparents alike, a love for Christ, and that you too will share in a personal relationship with Him one day.

Your Poppa loved you!

(sorry it is flipped)
First visit to meet his grandson

Poppa didn't want to put you down...not even to let your daddy hold you! :)

Poppa, Meme and Kegan


Another trip they made down, to see you! He loved to see you and even here you "talking" over the phone.

Poppa making you laugh!

Feeding you your bottle...with a grin on his face!


Slaven Family trip to the Galveston Beach House!





October 2007 - (A month before he goes into the hospital)
So peaceful in Poppa's arms...


Trips to see Poppa, once he is out of the hospital and staying at home.

You were never afraid to crawl right up there in bed, and sit with him, or lay down beside him for a while. What joy you brought him on our visits!

One of my favorite pictures of y'all...last one of you two sitting and smiling, together. It will always be precious to me...

Kissing Poppa good-bye. It was like you knew this would be the last time you would be able to talk to him and "tell" him you loved him. You went beside his bed and indicated that you wanted up...so Meme put you up there. You crawled right over to him, kissed Poppa face, gave him a hug, and crawled off...you knew to say good-bye.


Bye-bye Poppa...we will see you in Heaven one day!

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The week of his passing was full of lots of ups and downs in emotions. The tears flowed as we missed our Poppa, but there was also a lot of laughter...the family was together, doing what Poppa loved for his family to do...enjoy each other. I wish I could post some of the pictures from that week...and this one, BUT...I left my camera docking station at my grandparent's house, so I will have to wait till it comes in the mail...hopefully soon.