tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34187875174031613662024-02-21T11:57:39.651+08:00Life with KeishaHenryhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01502071751920746550noreply@blogger.comBlogger312125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418787517403161366.post-55588430961989673832014-04-15T21:46:00.001+08:002014-04-15T21:46:37.639+08:00All Grown UpMy eldest Keisha is all grown up, well not really. But she's grown so big already! Here's a picture of her I took while we were at the mall. She wanted to buy a bonnet so we tried one on for size. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbxWeLPKTTuL273-ZZ2CeyAT2vbU4hAi0zG29bgUO2hkaYil1G4KVzZi-BFtd1ozLPHRdfdicuup00ft46fl1HJz1iaDQIW2LzvRjPTAqsPzAB88jubzrbG_1nhRCPZM29rw6VwHe7EaQ/s640/blogger-image-949735765.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbxWeLPKTTuL273-ZZ2CeyAT2vbU4hAi0zG29bgUO2hkaYil1G4KVzZi-BFtd1ozLPHRdfdicuup00ft46fl1HJz1iaDQIW2LzvRjPTAqsPzAB88jubzrbG_1nhRCPZM29rw6VwHe7EaQ/s640/blogger-image-949735765.jpg"></a></div>Leslie Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06882940048810961757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418787517403161366.post-7843733519030863472013-07-13T08:41:00.001+08:002013-07-13T08:41:07.039+08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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At 9 years old, Keisha is pretty tall. Her dad Henry is 5'11". </div>
Leslie Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06882940048810961757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418787517403161366.post-14408316703025977722012-12-04T18:14:00.001+08:002012-12-04T18:14:30.876+08:00A Surprise<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Our internet service provider gave us a gift as their token of appreciation since in our 8 months with them, we've never been late in paying a single bill. Our reward? A free Blackberry 9220, and we gave it to Keisha.</div>
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This was Henry's entry to a contest on Facebook which features pictures of your pitbull pet. The kids really play with Mafia a lot, and she is very gentle and friendly whenever she's playing with the kids.</div>
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Keisha and Mafia, our American Pitbull Terrier.</div>
Leslie Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06882940048810961757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418787517403161366.post-7606946315307198432012-09-03T07:51:00.002+08:002012-09-03T07:51:34.122+08:00Family Day Out<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Here's a picture of Keisha, Nicole, my mom, and my sister. We ate out at Shakey's since my sister and I were not able to celebrate our birthdays properly because of heavy rains. </div>
Leslie Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06882940048810961757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418787517403161366.post-82170032754205212412012-04-07T20:53:00.000+08:002012-04-07T20:53:00.339+08:00Making Faces<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I wonder why Keisha likes making this particular face. Sure, she looks cute, but I find it weird. Lol.Leslie Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06882940048810961757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418787517403161366.post-73902143771261046002012-04-05T20:24:00.000+08:002012-04-05T20:24:00.496+08:00Meet Dallas<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Meet Dallas, Keisha and Nicole's newest pet. We kept her from the last batch of puppies we had. She's an adorable little puppy who doesn't mind being dressed up.Leslie Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06882940048810961757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418787517403161366.post-18497433091352027672012-04-03T20:22:00.000+08:002012-04-03T20:22:08.245+08:00A Big Girl<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I can't believe how time flies. The little baby girl I used to hold in my arms is now a little lady. :)Leslie Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06882940048810961757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418787517403161366.post-28766246169632440972012-03-23T08:11:00.003+08:002012-03-23T08:11:59.177+08:00Start of Final Exams<div style="text-align: justify;">
Tomorrow (Saturday) will be the start of Keisha's final exams. Next school year, she will be in third grade already.</div>
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She has a tutor who reviews her school work and assignments with her, and so far her grades have been great to say the least. I hope she continues to do well in school.</div>Leslie Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06882940048810961757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418787517403161366.post-32460798007289533192012-03-18T19:49:00.001+08:002012-03-18T19:49:20.447+08:00What to Do This Summer<div style="text-align: justify;">
Henry and I haven't decided on what we will have Keisha do for this summer. Last summer, she took up Taekwondo, and this summer, she's thinking of badminton or maybe swimming classes.</div>
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She's also thinking about learning the guitar or maybe take up piano or voice lessons instead. And up to now, with only one week of school left, we still haven't decided on anything yet, lol! </div>Leslie Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06882940048810961757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418787517403161366.post-46276886866755028932012-03-01T06:56:00.001+08:002012-03-01T06:56:30.448+08:00The Little Chef<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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She loves to help around in the kitchen, although it's me who's afraid she might get hurt when the oil splatters when she's frying stuff, and when she tries to chop things.</div>Leslie Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06882940048810961757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418787517403161366.post-25216633602097357302012-02-27T18:35:00.002+08:002012-02-27T18:35:19.897+08:00Keisha, Tita Lena and Mommy Lili<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This picture was taken towards the end of January, where Daddy celebrated his birthday by eating out with us. We're glad to see Mommy Lili smiling despite everything that happened recently.</div>Leslie Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06882940048810961757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418787517403161366.post-89018274333983525002012-01-02T20:06:00.002+08:002012-01-02T20:06:14.215+08:00Happy New Year!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Happy 2012!</div>Leslie Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06882940048810961757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418787517403161366.post-14795428757417270992011-12-25T08:00:00.000+08:002011-12-27T08:01:59.943+08:00Merry Christmas!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Leslie Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06882940048810961757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418787517403161366.post-57809812645148298202011-10-08T09:31:00.002+08:002011-12-27T08:00:48.313+08:00Keisha's Hawaiian Dance<div style="text-align: center;">
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Here's Keisha's video dancing the Hawaiian Dance from yesterday's Feast Day at school. Taking pictures were only allowed from the back, so her dad squeezed into a corner to take her video. Keisha's the one on the far right side.</div>
Leslie Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06882940048810961757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418787517403161366.post-47086419615785585982011-10-06T20:51:00.001+08:002011-10-06T20:51:56.681+08:00Hawaiian Dance<div style="text-align: justify;">
Keisha's going to dance the Hawaiian dance tomorrow at school. She won't be wearing the usual grass skirt - instead, she'll be wearing black leotards and leggings with leis on her head, neck, arm, and foot. I know she'll look great tomorrow. :) I can't wait to take a picture of her.</div>
Leslie Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06882940048810961757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418787517403161366.post-31665079099341919072011-10-02T14:11:00.001+08:002011-10-02T14:11:32.173+08:0027 Days to Go<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Keisha's about to turn 8 years old on the 29th of this month, and I am really excited about it. She hasn't decided yet if she wants to have a birthday party at a restaurant or something, as parties at school are out of the question since her school doesn't allow it. Having her party here at home is also out of the question, since we have a lot of dogs and her classmates, should we invite them over, might be scared of them. We still have 27 days to decide...</div>
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Keisha's already en route to school, and most probably already there since it's 7:02am already. She's growing up too quickly in my opinion, quicker than I can catch up. She'll be turning 8 on October, and whenever I think about it, I just sigh.<br />
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Leslie Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06882940048810961757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418787517403161366.post-77654325025205209862011-05-12T01:01:00.001+08:002011-08-24T07:17:26.634+08:00A Lot of Things Have Happened<div style="text-align: justify;">For starters, I have to apologize to my eldest daughter Keisha for obviously not upholding our goal for this blog, which it would be the way for us to document the things that have happened to her as she grows up. It is an understatement to say that a lot of things have happened, as it is the truth. We've moved houses, we had new baby puppies, and both Keisha and Nicole are now enrolled in different schools.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">Currently, Keisha is taking up a beginner's course in Taekwondo. The course is only 10 days long, and she will be on her 4th day tomorrow. So far, she is enjoying every bit of it. I think from there, that's where I'll start updating this blog and hopefully, I can catch up on every tiny bit that has happened to her.</div>Leslie Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06882940048810961757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418787517403161366.post-61803144213287059212010-12-27T20:21:00.000+08:002010-12-27T20:21:11.342+08:00Artzooka<div style="text-align: justify;">Keisha really likes watching Artzooka, and I'm glad that as she's growing older, she is now getting more into arts and crafts. I wouldn't have wanted anything else for her. I'm glad she's interest in using her hands in creating crafts she can display at home.</div>Leslie Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06882940048810961757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418787517403161366.post-38701056125856863482010-12-25T16:09:00.002+08:002010-12-25T16:09:58.522+08:00Merry Christmas!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.ohiok.com/img/i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb260/babyj3nb/merrychristmas/4.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.ohiok.com/img/i204.photobucket.com/albums/bb260/babyj3nb/merrychristmas/4.gif" width="311" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Merry Christmas to all of my friends and family!</div>Leslie Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06882940048810961757noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3418787517403161366.post-75255062736737180172010-12-08T03:22:00.000+08:002010-12-08T03:22:53.711+08:00No Classes Today<div style="text-align: justify;">December 8 is the Immaculate Conception, and since Keisha goes to a Catholic school, she doesn't have any classes tomorrow. We're going over to my aunt's house to visit her grandfather's (my dad) sister who arrived from Canada to spend the holidays here.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;">I don't know the results of her mid quarter exam yet, but I am keeping my fingers crossed that she did well. We have a deal that every single toy she put on her wish list I would purchase, so the deal will be off and I'll have to think of a different present to give her for Christmas.</div>Leslie Annhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06882940048810961757noreply@blogger.com0