<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709</id><updated>2012-01-16T16:29:16.377-05:00</updated><category term='Ben&apos;s Birthday'/><category term='Valentines Day'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='April 2007'/><category term='Grandparents Day 2007'/><title type='text'>Growing Pains</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Thad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07223253718810241628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>222</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-4753674086742143199</id><published>2012-01-16T16:12:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T16:29:16.392-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Very Merry Christmas Season!</title><content type='html'>Now that most traces of Christmas have disapeared into the basement, and presents have found homes in our home, I'm finally looking back on our long month of Christmas celebrations with a warm feeling, we really did enjoy all of it, and being with all our close family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Groompa came to visit for our first Christmas, we had a fun time as you can tell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GbW5SDx6fhk/TxSTN4AEGhI/AAAAAAAAA-s/7aYoO6-fSNI/s1600/Christmas2011-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GbW5SDx6fhk/TxSTN4AEGhI/AAAAAAAAA-s/7aYoO6-fSNI/s320/Christmas2011-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698341295110756882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenga masters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F2LDqHoVxbM/TxSTNEGxo_I/AAAAAAAAA-g/4yXkasUX0ww/s1600/Christmas2011-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-F2LDqHoVxbM/TxSTNEGxo_I/AAAAAAAAA-g/4yXkasUX0ww/s320/Christmas2011-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698341281180263410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want for Christmas is Thomas!  So glad Santa delivered the goods!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sLmH41bDU1Q/TxSTM-aksNI/AAAAAAAAA-U/fUIX4feh_sE/s1600/Christmas2011-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sLmH41bDU1Q/TxSTM-aksNI/AAAAAAAAA-U/fUIX4feh_sE/s320/Christmas2011-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698341279652688082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So warm and cozy in his new Angry Bird blanket, thanks Aunt Juls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nUCWiQKc9jc/TxSTCrBf2xI/AAAAAAAAA-I/alRdiUS_Dio/s1600/Christmas2011-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nUCWiQKc9jc/TxSTCrBf2xI/AAAAAAAAA-I/alRdiUS_Dio/s320/Christmas2011-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698341102648548114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Christmas is complete around here for Hannah without a matching doll outfit.  Thank you Grandma H!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QLy0jzdkoMc/TxSTB7PBQwI/AAAAAAAAA98/BREvZQsTd6U/s1600/Christmas2011-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QLy0jzdkoMc/TxSTB7PBQwI/AAAAAAAAA98/BREvZQsTd6U/s320/Christmas2011-5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698341089820361474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in the 'burgh we had the chance to visit the Natural History Museum and see the dinosaur bones again!  All three kids fit in one sauropod footprint!  We also learned about the earth's core, collections, taxidermy, and much more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c1sKFmZplt0/TxSTBheitSI/AAAAAAAAA9w/X1RQnKjoBpc/s1600/Christmas2011-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c1sKFmZplt0/TxSTBheitSI/AAAAAAAAA9w/X1RQnKjoBpc/s320/Christmas2011-6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698341082906146082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thank you everyone for a wonderful Christmas season, we love all of you very much.  Hope you're enjoying the New Year.  Next up, maybe some snow pics, we finally got what was coming to us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-4753674086742143199?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/4753674086742143199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=4753674086742143199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/4753674086742143199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/4753674086742143199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2012/01/very-merry-christmas-season.html' title='A Very Merry Christmas Season!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GbW5SDx6fhk/TxSTN4AEGhI/AAAAAAAAA-s/7aYoO6-fSNI/s72-c/Christmas2011-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-1703895764181246509</id><published>2011-12-15T13:20:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T16:33:18.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Manger!</title><content type='html'>In case you haven't heard, Hannah and Ben were in a Christmas musical last weekend at church.  Ben sang in the choir, and Hannah had a few solos and a speaking part.  &lt;br /&gt;Gram and Pap came up to visit and see the play, they thought it was great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the set, in front of the "church" for the annual Caroling Outreach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-beS87s7fjqc/Tuo6pU7JrgI/AAAAAAAAA9k/Cu1YV54FyaY/s1600/Backtothemanger1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-beS87s7fjqc/Tuo6pU7JrgI/AAAAAAAAA9k/Cu1YV54FyaY/s320/Backtothemanger1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686421961174527490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jefferson wasn't left out, he got this really cool balloon and spent lots of time with Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-69Z-Alg6Jqw/Tuo6okSxjoI/AAAAAAAAA9U/EsZZKscGbsU/s1600/backtothemanger2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-69Z-Alg6Jqw/Tuo6okSxjoI/AAAAAAAAA9U/EsZZKscGbsU/s320/backtothemanger2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686421948120272514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Betty, from 1958.  "Well, God has supplied all my needs so far.  I have so much, a loving family, a good home, swell friends-I can't help but want to share with others"  She was more than perfect for this role!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZKOQtiofsE/Tuo6oQ1PRGI/AAAAAAAAA9I/VrHWiLut2ZY/s1600/backtothemanger3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZKOQtiofsE/Tuo6oQ1PRGI/AAAAAAAAA9I/VrHWiLut2ZY/s320/backtothemanger3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686421942896116834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Holy Guacamole!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time machine that visited several Christmas Caroling Outreach's in the past, including the birth of Jesus.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RLQL1akwetc/Tuo6oN0N_hI/AAAAAAAAA9A/5AZzKZzezGQ/s1600/backtothemanger4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RLQL1akwetc/Tuo6oN0N_hI/AAAAAAAAA9A/5AZzKZzezGQ/s320/backtothemanger4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686421942086532626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas Everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-1703895764181246509?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/1703895764181246509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=1703895764181246509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/1703895764181246509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/1703895764181246509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2011/12/back-to-manger.html' title='Back to the Manger!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-beS87s7fjqc/Tuo6pU7JrgI/AAAAAAAAA9k/Cu1YV54FyaY/s72-c/Backtothemanger1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-6139960140251686547</id><published>2011-11-21T15:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T14:30:33.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kid in the Fridge</title><content type='html'>Hey!  It's me Jefferson.  Sometimes I do really funny stuff, like most two year olds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I was hanging out in the fridge and mom though it was too cute, and told me to stay in there so she could get the camera.  Then, I even decided to smile really nice.  Sometimes I'm a really good boy like that.  And I like being a big boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pe_0Qfcy754/Tsq7-DnmYGI/AAAAAAAAA8w/8vDCHSNYV24/s1600/kidinthefridge1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pe_0Qfcy754/Tsq7-DnmYGI/AAAAAAAAA8w/8vDCHSNYV24/s320/kidinthefridge1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677556955051614306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty soon I won't fit in the fridge, and my mom will be really sad.  Glad we got these pictures of me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gazim6xvUWk/Tsq79zABmdI/AAAAAAAAA8o/AJV2eIWJTbs/s1600/kidinthefridge2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gazim6xvUWk/Tsq79zABmdI/AAAAAAAAA8o/AJV2eIWJTbs/s320/kidinthefridge2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677556950590659026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-6139960140251686547?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/6139960140251686547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=6139960140251686547' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/6139960140251686547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/6139960140251686547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2011/11/kid-in-fridge.html' title='Kid in the Fridge'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pe_0Qfcy754/Tsq7-DnmYGI/AAAAAAAAA8w/8vDCHSNYV24/s72-c/kidinthefridge1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-7256243047724929874</id><published>2011-11-01T15:50:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-02T08:50:29.131-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>Halloween weekend was lots of fun!  We did some new things this year:  watched Casper the movie, which the kids loved; went to a Halloween party at Kidz Club, totally fun; and added another kid to the school parade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah wanted her face decorated, very pretty!  And her pumpkin she designed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b1HoA-gXrQo/TrBORJlqz1I/AAAAAAAAA8c/VLCmrtfHYVc/s1600/halloween2011-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b1HoA-gXrQo/TrBORJlqz1I/AAAAAAAAA8c/VLCmrtfHYVc/s320/halloween2011-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670117987398111058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dressed and ready to go...almost, we still had to empty the pillow cases of pillows for our bags!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WT6NWrlkf8A/TrBOQX4L-zI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/mAPCA2_TELM/s1600/Halloween2011-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WT6NWrlkf8A/TrBOQX4L-zI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/mAPCA2_TELM/s320/Halloween2011-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670117974054009650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jefferson suprised us all and put on some courage, and his Thomas costume!  "I'm not crying" he kept saying.  We were SO proud of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NCYu4coUzFw/TrBOQOrQ-FI/AAAAAAAAA8A/f89X9YH8Z0E/s1600/Halloween2011-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NCYu4coUzFw/TrBOQOrQ-FI/AAAAAAAAA8A/f89X9YH8Z0E/s320/Halloween2011-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670117971583891538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MARIO!  He was so funny with this on, totally a ham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AjhcXhdk14Q/TrBOP4CW6VI/AAAAAAAAA74/yEmjuNGvmgA/s1600/Halloween2011-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AjhcXhdk14Q/TrBOP4CW6VI/AAAAAAAAA74/yEmjuNGvmgA/s320/Halloween2011-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670117965506734418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best way to end all this fun, lots of candy!  Three pounds of it each for Hannah and Ben.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-7256243047724929874?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/7256243047724929874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=7256243047724929874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/7256243047724929874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/7256243047724929874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2011/11/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b1HoA-gXrQo/TrBORJlqz1I/AAAAAAAAA8c/VLCmrtfHYVc/s72-c/halloween2011-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-6869147982286835108</id><published>2011-10-22T15:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T16:16:31.608-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Out in the Patch</title><content type='html'>We made it to the pumpkin patch on a totally perfect autumn day, and Grandma Hampton happened to be in town!  We headed straight to the field behind the fields, where the biggest and the best are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma was glad to have a little buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UoXehWO0tDE/TqMXBX4brgI/AAAAAAAAA7s/kPY0x-3UkyA/s1600/Pumpkinpatch11-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UoXehWO0tDE/TqMXBX4brgI/AAAAAAAAA7s/kPY0x-3UkyA/s320/Pumpkinpatch11-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666398068520234498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys check very thoroughly to make sure the pumpkin is spotless, and worm free!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FG63__bblbk/TqMXAokFFSI/AAAAAAAAA7g/Vg48XdZs6ys/s1600/Pumpkinpatch11-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FG63__bblbk/TqMXAokFFSI/AAAAAAAAA7g/Vg48XdZs6ys/s320/Pumpkinpatch11-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666398055818401058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This One" he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mIqlpEqIdq4/TqMXARM2HSI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/PRs7pItpMuE/s1600/PumpkinPatch11-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mIqlpEqIdq4/TqMXARM2HSI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/PRs7pItpMuE/s320/PumpkinPatch11-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666398049546935586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also finally hit another area gem, Skaneateles lake, for some lunch at a local hamburger joint and to see the gorgeous lake, it's perfectly clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ4Tc_59-0E/TqMXARjgCaI/AAAAAAAAA7I/_uKoF8bVexI/s1600/Pumpkinpatch11-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gQ4Tc_59-0E/TqMXARjgCaI/AAAAAAAAA7I/_uKoF8bVexI/s320/Pumpkinpatch11-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666398049641957794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a really great day.  Now we are getting ready for Halloween...and trying to talk Jefferson into wearing a costume, we'll see what happens!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-6869147982286835108?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/6869147982286835108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=6869147982286835108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/6869147982286835108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/6869147982286835108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2011/10/out-in-patch.html' title='Out in the Patch'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UoXehWO0tDE/TqMXBX4brgI/AAAAAAAAA7s/kPY0x-3UkyA/s72-c/Pumpkinpatch11-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-4527348498832326964</id><published>2011-09-27T15:15:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T15:48:00.108-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple Picking...Whaaaaat?</title><content type='html'>On the hottest day of the fall season yet this year, we went apple picking not too far away.  It was very busy, and not all varieties of apples were ready yet, but we still picked quite a few (as in 21 pounds).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing daddy came along, otherwise we couldn't have reached the good ones!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4pM7tI-RBx8/ToIhBP77DvI/AAAAAAAAA6w/mz7gkgCLhw8/s1600/ApplePicking11-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4pM7tI-RBx8/ToIhBP77DvI/AAAAAAAAA6w/mz7gkgCLhw8/s320/ApplePicking11-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657120387272216306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben kept cool in the shade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vWqAxOTOmpw/ToIhAScFC2I/AAAAAAAAA6o/ogvGlLB5aFQ/s1600/ApplePicking11-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vWqAxOTOmpw/ToIhAScFC2I/AAAAAAAAA6o/ogvGlLB5aFQ/s320/ApplePicking11-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657120370764090210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jefferson was just a sweaty mess, but he didn't seem to mind, apple picking got him out of his afternoon nap.  He was super cute saying, "apple picking, whaaaaaat?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WvBWJsONlnw/ToIhANWXqCI/AAAAAAAAA6g/sm6Sd6HMD18/s1600/ApplePicking11-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WvBWJsONlnw/ToIhANWXqCI/AAAAAAAAA6g/sm6Sd6HMD18/s320/ApplePicking11-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657120369397966882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home with all our apples, we went right to work to make our first ever apple sauce.  I peeled the apples while Hannah and Ben sliced and diced with butter knives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F8hgC7gWGn0/ToIg_0W6l8I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/zCBQL8rP044/s1600/ApplePicking11-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-F8hgC7gWGn0/ToIg_0W6l8I/AAAAAAAAA6Y/zCBQL8rP044/s320/ApplePicking11-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657120362689370050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was delicious, hope you get out and enjoy the season!  Next up, my favorite: pumpkin picking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-4527348498832326964?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/4527348498832326964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=4527348498832326964' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/4527348498832326964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/4527348498832326964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2011/09/apple-pickingwhaaaaat.html' title='Apple Picking...Whaaaaat?'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4pM7tI-RBx8/ToIhBP77DvI/AAAAAAAAA6w/mz7gkgCLhw8/s72-c/ApplePicking11-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-8122161563474993304</id><published>2011-09-09T15:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T13:31:07.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Three to School</title><content type='html'>Thursday was the first day of school for all the kids!  Hannah is a school pro going off to 2nd grade, Ben was super excited for Kindergarten (so excited he couldn't sleep the night before), and Jefferson went to preschool with mommy for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QnS0CaDAJUY/TmpkRgbbvjI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/ftHw_yHHWsg/s1600/backtoschool11-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QnS0CaDAJUY/TmpkRgbbvjI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/ftHw_yHHWsg/s320/backtoschool11-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650438934415261234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he always looks this happy to be going to school!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-12XGb3ANn3U/TmpkRcxQHBI/AAAAAAAAA6I/bPOzaffObeA/s1600/backtoschool11-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-12XGb3ANn3U/TmpkRcxQHBI/AAAAAAAAA6I/bPOzaffObeA/s320/backtoschool11-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650438933433031698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, she is so grown up sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0D4XSRTFcqk/TmpkQ-j14BI/AAAAAAAAA6A/huEtu6U6BFE/s1600/backtoschool11-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0D4XSRTFcqk/TmpkQ-j14BI/AAAAAAAAA6A/huEtu6U6BFE/s320/backtoschool11-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650438925323722770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the kids had a wonderful day at school, and we're still getting the smaller details out little by little.  On the homefront...peace and quiet, and I feel sane again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-8122161563474993304?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/8122161563474993304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=8122161563474993304' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/8122161563474993304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/8122161563474993304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2011/09/three-to-school.html' title='Three to School'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QnS0CaDAJUY/TmpkRgbbvjI/AAAAAAAAA6Q/ftHw_yHHWsg/s72-c/backtoschool11-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-290456038263076081</id><published>2011-08-31T20:54:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T11:57:37.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fair Day!</title><content type='html'>We haven't been up to much lately around here.  Just hanging back and enjoying the summer.  One of the best ways to enjoy the end of summer here is to check out the state fair, which we have not done in a few years.  It was Jefferson's first time, and we're pretty sure he loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw plenty of all these fun animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HsdguW5akL4/Tl7YLK7WzjI/AAAAAAAAA54/-4ZG_C0xPN8/s1600/Fairday-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HsdguW5akL4/Tl7YLK7WzjI/AAAAAAAAA54/-4ZG_C0xPN8/s320/Fairday-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647188669192654386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jefferson went "fishing" and picked out an adorable purple monkey for his prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-grJ2qUj_KiI/Tl7YKjAEyuI/AAAAAAAAA5w/mT0WPSRKgeM/s1600/Fairday-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-grJ2qUj_KiI/Tl7YKjAEyuI/AAAAAAAAA5w/mT0WPSRKgeM/s320/Fairday-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647188658475027170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried to see as many free shows as we could.  One of them was "&lt;a href="http://www.zumazuma.com/"&gt;Zuma Zuma African Acrobats&lt;/a&gt;".  Maybe you saw them on &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com/americas-got-talent/"&gt;America's Got Talent&lt;/a&gt;?  They were pretty awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VozHKfkdW_0/Tl7YKdV0meI/AAAAAAAAA5o/c8grsonvFF8/s1600/Fairday-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VozHKfkdW_0/Tl7YKdV0meI/AAAAAAAAA5o/c8grsonvFF8/s320/Fairday-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647188656955628002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah managed to handle herself around the stinkiness long enough to see some pigs.  The babies were very cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--rZaQpu5lGY/Tl7YKKZMwCI/AAAAAAAAA5g/xJlE3DuPwzc/s1600/Fairday-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--rZaQpu5lGY/Tl7YKKZMwCI/AAAAAAAAA5g/xJlE3DuPwzc/s320/Fairday-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647188651869519906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And...Benjamin tried his hand at balloon darts to win himself an Angry Bird.  He did pretty well, but daddy had to step in and help out at the end, the Angry Bird wasn't free you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_2x0zY2Pkgs/Tl7YJmxBcsI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/XUuJaUM6gR4/s1600/Fairday-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_2x0zY2Pkgs/Tl7YJmxBcsI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/XUuJaUM6gR4/s320/Fairday-5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647188642305766082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all had a great time, tried some yummy food: shrimp on a stick, corn dogs, grilled corn on the cob, fish lollipops, fudge, a burger on a glazed donut, and ice cream of course.  It was such a good day, the kids are already planning their trip back next year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-290456038263076081?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/290456038263076081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=290456038263076081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/290456038263076081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/290456038263076081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2011/08/fair-day.html' title='Fair Day!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HsdguW5akL4/Tl7YLK7WzjI/AAAAAAAAA54/-4ZG_C0xPN8/s72-c/Fairday-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-3080625771196982788</id><published>2011-07-25T14:48:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T07:47:45.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Donated!</title><content type='html'>Today Hannah gathered up her courage, contained her excitement, and sat still for the biggest and most special hair cut in her life so far.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before, someone will surely be lucky to get this hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e--yHi6IVrQ/Ti26wht-aVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/sCvtDcLEmeQ/s1600/Donated-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e--yHi6IVrQ/Ti26wht-aVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/sCvtDcLEmeQ/s320/Donated-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633364051758049618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After, she looks great!  So grown up, totally ready for 2nd grade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IeSvTE8oOmg/Ti26wR8w2zI/AAAAAAAAA5I/v2fSCWBih10/s1600/Donated-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IeSvTE8oOmg/Ti26wR8w2zI/AAAAAAAAA5I/v2fSCWBih10/s320/Donated-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633364047525108530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so SO proud of her for doing this, it makes me tear up a little!  Hope you are having a great summer, love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-3080625771196982788?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/3080625771196982788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=3080625771196982788' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/3080625771196982788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/3080625771196982788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2011/07/donated.html' title='Donated!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-e--yHi6IVrQ/Ti26wht-aVI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/sCvtDcLEmeQ/s72-c/Donated-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-2848337863157935018</id><published>2011-07-12T09:01:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T07:45:24.248-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Vacation 2011</title><content type='html'>This year's vacation was quite an event. Cousin Val got hitched on Saturday the 9th and Stacey's family was back in Warren for the 4th, so we decided to make a week of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Destination 1: Niagara Falls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started our trip the Saturday before Independence Day with a visit to the Buffalo Zoo. It's not the biggest zoo around, but they have a great variety of animals, a fairly open layout and a bunch of kid-friendly fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jefferson loved the waterfall in the rainforest exhibit. We told him we were seeing a big waterfall that day... not that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qATHAUnRiww/Ti35LUGoxkI/AAAAAAAAASc/4Nb7MHhRZms/s1600/V11_01_Buffalo_Zoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qATHAUnRiww/Ti35LUGoxkI/AAAAAAAAASc/4Nb7MHhRZms/s320/V11_01_Buffalo_Zoo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633432681680782914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After checking in to our hotel and dropping off our bags, we crossed the border into Canada. We had dinner at the Rainforest Cafe, then walked down the hill to see Niagara Falls... and a ton of other tourists. Americans and Canadians were a slim minority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, Jefferson enjoyed looking at the waterfall - the right one this time - and Hannah and Ben enjoyed their first international experience. Our decision to cross via the Peace Bridge turned out to be a fantastic one. The Rainbow Bridge was suffering hour long delays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OM0hq6euGoU/Ti35LMjvcRI/AAAAAAAAASU/DwdmMMV1Fu8/s1600/V11_02_Niagara_Falls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OM0hq6euGoU/Ti35LMjvcRI/AAAAAAAAASU/DwdmMMV1Fu8/s320/V11_02_Niagara_Falls.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633432679655371026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Destination 2: Warren&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we headed down to Warren to see Stacey's extended family. We went to a beach on the Kinzua Dam Reservoir and on the way Jefferson pointed out a few more waterfalls. We tried to coordinate with everyone else, but apparently Verizon hasn't sent the "can you hear me now" guy out there yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a quick bite of pizza, Julie stayed with Jefferson and prepared some food for the next day's picnic; Stacey and I took Ben and Great Grandpa to see Cars 2; and Grandma H took Hannah miniature golfing with Aunt Dottie, Uncle Kevin and the boys. We all met for ice cream afterwards (which Grandma got for free after a hole-in-one on number 18. Hannah and Ben got to stay up late to see the fireworks, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ehYgn6mi958/Ti35K7lSmWI/AAAAAAAAASM/BI4OMIwqLaw/s1600/V11_03_Warren_Beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ehYgn6mi958/Ti35K7lSmWI/AAAAAAAAASM/BI4OMIwqLaw/s320/V11_03_Warren_Beach.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633432675098466658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Independence Day is a big day in Warren - it's parade day.  People set out chairs days in advance to stake out the best spots along the parade route.  Grandma H put ours out on Friday... for a Monday parade... and she wasn't the first one to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we had a great spot other than the view of the leather-skinned-smoking-drinking-bikini-and-short-shorts-wearing-middle-aged-lady across the street.  Other than that, all the usual parade participants were there: color guards, veterans, marching bands, bagpipe bands, boyscout troops, girlscout troops, and best of all, Shriners with Zem Zem cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the parade, Uncle Brian hosted the barbecue and lead us on a hike through the woods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j1RqCO56cps/Ti35KnPEf-I/AAAAAAAAASE/_DhW_BK-jBc/s1600/V11_04_Warren_Parade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j1RqCO56cps/Ti35KnPEf-I/AAAAAAAAASE/_DhW_BK-jBc/s320/V11_04_Warren_Parade.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633432669636558818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Destination 3: Erie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pass by Splash Lagoon every time we visit Pittsburgh, so we decided to stay in Erie this time and check it out.  It was great!  There was a fun area for Jefferson to play, lots of great tube and body slides, tons of water shooting and dumping gadgets and best of all - no need for sunscreen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night, Grandma H watched a movie with the kids so Stacey and I could meet Rob and Elizabeth for a night on the town including a nice dinner, mini golf and ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0YJeAApm9o4/Ti35KdiBIvI/AAAAAAAAAR8/D6gOjJoBXKo/s1600/V11_05_Erie_Evening.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0YJeAApm9o4/Ti35KdiBIvI/AAAAAAAAAR8/D6gOjJoBXKo/s320/V11_05_Erie_Evening.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633432667031675634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, we headed out to Presque Isle and rented a Surrey Quadracycle.  Despite only having 1 gear ratio and 3 people peddling, we made it all the way to the Perry Monument and back within our 1-hour rental period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--n9SHm0431k/Ti34dbONVTI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HgvxLY8hA0w/s1600/V11_06_Perry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--n9SHm0431k/Ti34dbONVTI/AAAAAAAAAR0/HgvxLY8hA0w/s320/V11_06_Perry.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633431893317604658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch we said good bye and thank-you to Grandma H and took a walk on the beach before heading south.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Destination 4: Pittsburgh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally had a few days to relax.  Granted, we went to playgrounds and the game preserve, Stacey and I had a night out alone to celebrate our 7th anniversary and Uncle Tim continued his birthday extravaganza; but it was much more laid back then the first half of our vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XRhGKnUZQp4/Ti34dKvmTdI/AAAAAAAAARs/EEPW6Gnn8Vc/s1600/V11_07_Tim_A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XRhGKnUZQp4/Ti34dKvmTdI/AAAAAAAAARs/EEPW6Gnn8Vc/s320/V11_07_Tim_A.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633431888894250450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the big day arrived.  Ben served as the ring bearer for Val and Greg's wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-73vsPx0mkEU/Ti34c4lX8TI/AAAAAAAAARk/wyFp7Z26uEg/s1600/V11_08_Ring_Bearer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-73vsPx0mkEU/Ti34c4lX8TI/AAAAAAAAARk/wyFp7Z26uEg/s320/V11_08_Ring_Bearer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633431884019527986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vows were exchanged, pictures were taken, cookies were eaten, legs were shaken and there was much rejoicing.  If that wasn't enough, the next day, gifts were unwrapped and more cookies were eaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jxQ81s7oZtc/Ti34chZIo8I/AAAAAAAAARc/uAK8cew1zSA/s1600/V11_09_Wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jxQ81s7oZtc/Ti34chZIo8I/AAAAAAAAARc/uAK8cew1zSA/s320/V11_09_Wedding.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633431877794177986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, what would a vacation be without an amusement park.  And what better park to go to in Pittsburgh but Kennywood.  All three kids bumped up a height restriction group, although Jefferson opted not to take advantage of this and skipped the Jackrabbit.  Ben rode the Racer for the first time, Hannah rode the Phantom's Revenge for the first time and Stacey and I rode the Sky Rocket for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Satisfied with our new experiences, we finished the day with an old tradition - Kennywood fudge!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8y8dNf1SR-E/Ti34cd-w5gI/AAAAAAAAARU/74XU2cmi_L4/s1600/V11_10_Kennywood.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8y8dNf1SR-E/Ti34cd-w5gI/AAAAAAAAARU/74XU2cmi_L4/s320/V11_10_Kennywood.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633431876878263810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long and eventful vacation, and the best part was getting to spend time with our friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vacation may be over, but summer is just peaking.  More fun to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-2848337863157935018?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/2848337863157935018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=2848337863157935018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/2848337863157935018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/2848337863157935018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2011/07/family-vacation-2011.html' title='Family Vacation 2011'/><author><name>Thad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07223253718810241628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qATHAUnRiww/Ti35LUGoxkI/AAAAAAAAASc/4Nb7MHhRZms/s72-c/V11_01_Buffalo_Zoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-5088187546158606033</id><published>2011-06-21T14:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-21T14:40:41.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day Gifts</title><content type='html'>We always want to make sure that daddy knows he is extra special, so we get him really good gifts.  This year he got what he wanted and a few suprises. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ygAljxENdts/TgDliR2xOZI/AAAAAAAAA5A/mtjAQIrwNEk/s1600/Father%2527sDay11-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ygAljxENdts/TgDliR2xOZI/AAAAAAAAA5A/mtjAQIrwNEk/s320/Father%2527sDay11-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620744712029813138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm totally sure he wasn't expecting a giant paper mache copy of his head.  Which made it all the more fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XM56JAAzi58/TgDkdC3LXaI/AAAAAAAAA4w/RCNB8XrVX3k/s1600/FathersDay11-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XM56JAAzi58/TgDkdC3LXaI/AAAAAAAAA4w/RCNB8XrVX3k/s320/FathersDay11-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620743522594020770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had a great Father's Day with his great kids.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-5088187546158606033?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/5088187546158606033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=5088187546158606033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/5088187546158606033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/5088187546158606033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2011/06/fathers-day-gifts.html' title='Father&apos;s Day Gifts'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ygAljxENdts/TgDliR2xOZI/AAAAAAAAA5A/mtjAQIrwNEk/s72-c/Father%2527sDay11-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-4913222612246693471</id><published>2011-05-31T15:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T16:32:31.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day for Ben</title><content type='html'>The preschool years are over for Ben, I can't believe how quickly they came, and went.  He always seems so grown up as it is, now it's even more so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vG1P_0M3efk/TeU_77MCJJI/AAAAAAAAA4k/Oi2s_P-sHYU/s1600/Lastdaypreschool2011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vG1P_0M3efk/TeU_77MCJJI/AAAAAAAAA4k/Oi2s_P-sHYU/s320/Lastdaypreschool2011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612962809320187026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed watching Ben make his own friends, learn about many interesting things, come home with funny library books, and forget his teachers names over and over again.  He's moving on now, he's already done with kindergarten transition days and feels at home already there.  Love ya Ben!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-4913222612246693471?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/4913222612246693471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=4913222612246693471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/4913222612246693471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/4913222612246693471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2011/05/last-day-for-ben.html' title='Last day for Ben'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vG1P_0M3efk/TeU_77MCJJI/AAAAAAAAA4k/Oi2s_P-sHYU/s72-c/Lastdaypreschool2011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-6884044796970279144</id><published>2011-05-17T14:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T15:01:15.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Finally spring!</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been spring for almost two months now, but last week really felt like it, with the ending of torrential rains and warmer temps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben was finally able to start playing some t-ball, and he's really liking it!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gK36KgfiF8I/TdLEe33IoMI/AAAAAAAAA4c/cI-a0V-Tf3w/s1600/Spring-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gK36KgfiF8I/TdLEe33IoMI/AAAAAAAAA4c/cI-a0V-Tf3w/s320/Spring-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607760520700010690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so nice to have your dad as the coach.  Go number 9!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CHHpyU7G9B4/TdLEeTBjEYI/AAAAAAAAA4U/C9adKnM1hNU/s1600/spring-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CHHpyU7G9B4/TdLEeTBjEYI/AAAAAAAAA4U/C9adKnM1hNU/s320/spring-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607760510811574658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother's Day also happened to be a really nice day, so we headed to Lake Ontario to Fair Haven State Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YN7OYUV5LBw/TdLEeMpr3OI/AAAAAAAAA4M/iI2KVfGzXdk/s1600/spring-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YN7OYUV5LBw/TdLEeMpr3OI/AAAAAAAAA4M/iI2KVfGzXdk/s320/spring-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607760509100874978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water was beautiful to see, and we had fun walking around.  Leaving was the least fun, especially for Jefferson.  I don't think he'd of minded at all if we left without him, but I couldn't leave my baby on Mother's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kMceYZwnesU/TdLEdyJBM8I/AAAAAAAAA4E/ew5b5IZMO2Y/s1600/spring-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kMceYZwnesU/TdLEdyJBM8I/AAAAAAAAA4E/ew5b5IZMO2Y/s320/spring-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607760501984539586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, hope your enjoying your spring, next up-planting the garden!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-6884044796970279144?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/6884044796970279144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=6884044796970279144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/6884044796970279144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/6884044796970279144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-finally-spring.html' title='It&apos;s Finally spring!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gK36KgfiF8I/TdLEe33IoMI/AAAAAAAAA4c/cI-a0V-Tf3w/s72-c/Spring-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-3883851724378973284</id><published>2011-04-17T22:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T22:28:24.855-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud Little Tapper</title><content type='html'>The time of year has come again when I break out the curling iron, the panty hose, the sparkly eye shadow...but not for me!  It was Hannah's dance recital.  This year she chose tap over ballet or hip pop, and she is quite the tapper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jmLesOSjc7s/TaugATgnmxI/AAAAAAAAA38/dKebV5Ur40A/s1600/dance11-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jmLesOSjc7s/TaugATgnmxI/AAAAAAAAA38/dKebV5Ur40A/s320/dance11-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596742889035504402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her class danced to "Happy Birthday" to fill in the November month for the calendar themed recital.  Apparently Thanksgiving doesn't have any good tap songs.  She was very good on stage this year, only occasionally needing to look at the teacher in the front row.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iyXaRrv_9f0/TaugAdSqNGI/AAAAAAAAA30/IWRGh3o0dEg/s1600/dance11-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iyXaRrv_9f0/TaugAdSqNGI/AAAAAAAAA30/IWRGh3o0dEg/s320/dance11-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596742891661309026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can always tell the after recital smile, she was very proud of all her hard work this year, and so are we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZD0vwsg26u4/TaugAP1G2aI/AAAAAAAAA3s/JI5GyHB86kg/s1600/dance11-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZD0vwsg26u4/TaugAP1G2aI/AAAAAAAAA3s/JI5GyHB86kg/s320/dance11-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596742888047696290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations on a great year of dance Hannah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-3883851724378973284?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/3883851724378973284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=3883851724378973284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/3883851724378973284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/3883851724378973284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2011/04/proud-little-tapper.html' title='Proud Little Tapper'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jmLesOSjc7s/TaugATgnmxI/AAAAAAAAA38/dKebV5Ur40A/s72-c/dance11-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-6526880583534845470</id><published>2011-04-12T15:50:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T16:09:42.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Catchin Up</title><content type='html'>I think you all know that we are very busy people.  And you can really tell that we're even busier than normal when we haven't posted in a month.  But, we've been doing important and exciting things.  We'll fill you in up to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacey celebrated her 29th birthday party at Gram and Pap's with all the food and presents that go along with it.  (I really didn't mind not having to make my own birthday cake!)  We also celebrated with Aunt Juls at her baby shower.  We are SO excited to have a new baby in the family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f8jDbR0rWcA/TaStjiXJ9-I/AAAAAAAAA3k/hC1V4NyWOI8/s1600/Catchin-up1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f8jDbR0rWcA/TaStjiXJ9-I/AAAAAAAAA3k/hC1V4NyWOI8/s320/Catchin-up1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594787463131953122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we got back it was activities again.  Ben took part in a super hero's class at the Y that I helped with.  We took a field trip to the fire station, Ben is tall enough on his own, this only exaggerates it more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yO8JP1QSUmw/TaStjOr8RAI/AAAAAAAAA3c/WCNyggy9rBE/s1600/Catchin-up2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yO8JP1QSUmw/TaStjOr8RAI/AAAAAAAAA3c/WCNyggy9rBE/s320/Catchin-up2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594787457850426370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too later we (as in Thad and I)  went to visit my dad.  We made a quick stop at the Kennedy Space Center with Bev and Eric as our guides.  We pretended to go the moon on a simulater, ate some "space dots" and called it a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ckOgUs6h7GM/TaStixkoFtI/AAAAAAAAA3U/Dgre6Bdy1vw/s1600/Catchin-up3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ckOgUs6h7GM/TaStixkoFtI/AAAAAAAAA3U/Dgre6Bdy1vw/s320/Catchin-up3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594787450035115730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like a little family reunion.  Love ya mom and dad, and Julie too...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IjNBoIdQk_E/TaStRZACUPI/AAAAAAAAA3M/AGXGtq88WHg/s1600/Catchin-up4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IjNBoIdQk_E/TaStRZACUPI/AAAAAAAAA3M/AGXGtq88WHg/s320/Catchin-up4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594787151381418226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to the river to go on Wild Bill's Air Boat Rides to see some alligators and other wildlife.  We sure did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eI9cO0ZXqco/TaStQwsjRDI/AAAAAAAAA3E/cI9YKV3n0fo/s1600/Catchin-up5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eI9cO0ZXqco/TaStQwsjRDI/AAAAAAAAA3E/cI9YKV3n0fo/s320/Catchin-up5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594787140562273330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ended our trip with a visit to Universal Studios Island of Adventure.  We really wanted to check out the Wizarding World of Harry Potter, but apparently so did the other zillion people in the park that day.  We rode one coaster, looked around in the candy story, saw the two hour line to go in Hogwarts, and left. We spent more time in the rest of the park while beating the heat, 87 is TOO HOT for us northerners. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-utDuHpGywbI/TaStQ5uRdvI/AAAAAAAAA28/3oIUzYSVYs4/s1600/Catchin-up6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-utDuHpGywbI/TaStQ5uRdvI/AAAAAAAAA28/3oIUzYSVYs4/s320/Catchin-up6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594787142985414386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are now home and getting ready for our spring schedule.  Hannah has her dance recital coming up, Ben is starting T Ball, with daddy as his team coach, and Spring Break/Easter are on it's way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-6526880583534845470?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/6526880583534845470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=6526880583534845470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/6526880583534845470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/6526880583534845470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2011/04/catchin-up.html' title='Catchin Up'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f8jDbR0rWcA/TaStjiXJ9-I/AAAAAAAAA3k/hC1V4NyWOI8/s72-c/Catchin-up1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-4814266211344267674</id><published>2011-03-13T13:06:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T13:38:46.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Monsterific Show</title><content type='html'>Ben and I went to &lt;a href="http://www.monsterjam.com/"&gt;Monster Jam&lt;/a&gt;.  We got our tickets through the &lt;a href="http://www.dare.com/home/default.asp"&gt;D.A.R.E.&lt;/a&gt; program which allowed us entry to the Party in the Pits a half hour before the general public.  He was too shy to talk to any of the drivers, but we took some cool pictures before it got too crowded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my favorite, Avenger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-70kHjDicsIw/TXz7QZq8icI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Y3Jn1xChfiw/s1600/Avenger_Close_Up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-70kHjDicsIw/TXz7QZq8icI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Y3Jn1xChfiw/s320/Avenger_Close_Up.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583613897220065730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are some wide tires on War Wizard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2iLzPclrkn0/TXz7QIY-ejI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/IYDxppSyGs8/s1600/Wide_Tire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2iLzPclrkn0/TXz7QIY-ejI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/IYDxppSyGs8/s320/Wide_Tire.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583613892581292594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to monster trucks, there were ATVs and mtocross bikes.  In between rounds, the ATVs raced and the motocross team did tricks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7UGhcRtNImY/TXz7QiPZY2I/AAAAAAAAAQg/yznTOOsd3zo/s1600/Ben_ATV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7UGhcRtNImY/TXz7QiPZY2I/AAAAAAAAAQg/yznTOOsd3zo/s320/Ben_ATV.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583613899520435042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A half hour before the show started, Ben said the show was "Monsterific."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kG-Pfwz9ml8/TXz7bfs2qWI/AAAAAAAAARI/rxRN70atLac/s1600/Monsterific.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kG-Pfwz9ml8/TXz7bfs2qWI/AAAAAAAAARI/rxRN70atLac/s320/Monsterific.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583614087817242978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the races, they started the freestyle competition.  Those trucks can catch some crazy air!  Ben got to see it from close up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8EnMGR2ujWM/TXz7RAViEAI/AAAAAAAAAQw/YxHroCu_kPs/s1600/Ben_Jump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8EnMGR2ujWM/TXz7RAViEAI/AAAAAAAAAQw/YxHroCu_kPs/s320/Ben_Jump.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583613907599233026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben finally picked a favorite about half way through the evening: Brutus, "because it has teeth."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rAjUjlrkTQk/TXz7anF584I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/xvqmN2fuQeg/s1600/Brutus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rAjUjlrkTQk/TXz7anF584I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/xvqmN2fuQeg/s320/Brutus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583614072621495170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked Brutus, too, but not because of the teeth.  He did the best slap wheelies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p0dNN_70xzQ/TXz7a5JO1NI/AAAAAAAAARA/7o9hg82fihM/s1600/Slap_Wheelie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p0dNN_70xzQ/TXz7a5JO1NI/AAAAAAAAARA/7o9hg82fihM/s320/Slap_Wheelie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5583614077467284690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both had tons of fun and stayed up way past bed time.  I think this may become a yearly tradition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-4814266211344267674?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/4814266211344267674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=4814266211344267674' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/4814266211344267674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/4814266211344267674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2011/03/monsterific-show.html' title='A Monsterific Show'/><author><name>Thad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07223253718810241628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-70kHjDicsIw/TXz7QZq8icI/AAAAAAAAAQY/Y3Jn1xChfiw/s72-c/Avenger_Close_Up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-2594564835957706325</id><published>2011-02-28T14:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T14:40:03.635-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Someone's getting older!</title><content type='html'>And it's not just me.  Hannah is 7 now, although it seems she has been for awhile.  She was definitely excited for this birthday, presents are a big deal these days, and she always loves the extra attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those presents, oh my!  Jefferson didn't quite understand they weren't for him, so Ben played guard and did a good job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mYMnWvgTvP8/TWv4do_4CzI/AAAAAAAAA20/ofDtD7SAEJU/s1600/Hannah%2527s7-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mYMnWvgTvP8/TWv4do_4CzI/AAAAAAAAA20/ofDtD7SAEJU/s320/Hannah%2527s7-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578825751533718322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her new bunk bed with her singing, hair glowing, Rapunzel.  We made a lovely garden above her bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1zAZaMEEiRQ/TWv4dYDFcLI/AAAAAAAAA2s/QLjLb2tvpcI/s1600/Hannah%2527s7-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1zAZaMEEiRQ/TWv4dYDFcLI/AAAAAAAAA2s/QLjLb2tvpcI/s320/Hannah%2527s7-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578825746983776434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cake #1, she decorated it herself, can you tell?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_UQgBWMd1zE/TWv4cwTDgtI/AAAAAAAAA2k/24ze9M9AaWM/s1600/Hannah%2527s7-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_UQgBWMd1zE/TWv4cwTDgtI/AAAAAAAAA2k/24ze9M9AaWM/s320/Hannah%2527s7-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578825736313340626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cake #2 which I decorated, can you tell?!  This was for her friend party.  They had a great time dressing up barbies for a fashion show and then eating this awesome barbie cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIDUt_-fuHQ/TWv4co8M6pI/AAAAAAAAA2c/PnXtmNk7-q8/s1600/Hannah%2527s7-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TIDUt_-fuHQ/TWv4co8M6pI/AAAAAAAAA2c/PnXtmNk7-q8/s320/Hannah%2527s7-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578825734338439826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you everyone for all the great gifts and cards, we appreciate everything and so glad Hannah is well-loved!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-2594564835957706325?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/2594564835957706325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=2594564835957706325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/2594564835957706325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/2594564835957706325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2011/02/someones-getting-older.html' title='Someone&apos;s getting older!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mYMnWvgTvP8/TWv4do_4CzI/AAAAAAAAA20/ofDtD7SAEJU/s72-c/Hannah%2527s7-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-9217803572743966921</id><published>2011-02-15T14:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T15:10:15.555-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Two!</title><content type='html'>Last Friday was a very special day, our littlest guy is two, and he loves to say "I'm two!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up to find presents, it must be a birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r7vGFmx5LBc/TVrbT-TxoVI/AAAAAAAAA2U/BPa7-orzsyM/s1600/I%2527m2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r7vGFmx5LBc/TVrbT-TxoVI/AAAAAAAAA2U/BPa7-orzsyM/s320/I%2527m2-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574008625014350162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding his present from Grandma H, I think there's permanent tracks through the living room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zmGhSmVDp14/TVrbTqqINPI/AAAAAAAAA2M/NOAu82Qmzg4/s1600/I%2527m2-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zmGhSmVDp14/TVrbTqqINPI/AAAAAAAAA2M/NOAu82Qmzg4/s320/I%2527m2-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574008619739395314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing Happy Birthday around his Thomas cake, too bad he cried, but he loved the cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kHv2Qw_L8ck/TVrbTSd-tlI/AAAAAAAAA2E/a6rz_AVR6Ug/s1600/I%2527m2-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kHv2Qw_L8ck/TVrbTSd-tlI/AAAAAAAAA2E/a6rz_AVR6Ug/s320/I%2527m2-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574008613245990482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day.  Pillow Pets for all!  They haven't stopped hugging or sleeping with them.  Well, maybe only to eat some candy!  We had a very nice Valentine's Day, thank you for all the cards and treats, we love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WYZ8Rkr8nEo/TVrbTL286HI/AAAAAAAAA18/_CfH4_Cm7nk/s1600/I%2527m2-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WYZ8Rkr8nEo/TVrbTL286HI/AAAAAAAAA18/_CfH4_Cm7nk/s320/I%2527m2-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574008611471681650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-9217803572743966921?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/9217803572743966921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=9217803572743966921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/9217803572743966921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/9217803572743966921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2011/02/im-two.html' title='I&apos;m Two!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r7vGFmx5LBc/TVrbT-TxoVI/AAAAAAAAA2U/BPa7-orzsyM/s72-c/I%2527m2-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-2664942157553440932</id><published>2011-02-08T14:27:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T14:05:17.224-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Winter</title><content type='html'>Winter just keeps going full steam ahead up here.  We finally got to take advantage and go out one nice Saturday afternoon.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TVGZdSIEmeI/AAAAAAAAA10/fZTTraKv_gc/s1600/January11-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TVGZdSIEmeI/AAAAAAAAA10/fZTTraKv_gc/s320/January11-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571402942394964450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the day Ben and I checked out his "art" at the local Starbucks.  His preschool class has their snowmen crafts on display.  It was our first of many hot chocolate/coffee dates.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TVGZcx_X0PI/AAAAAAAAA1s/4-ZLk5iFCFA/s1600/January11-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TVGZcx_X0PI/AAAAAAAAA1s/4-ZLk5iFCFA/s320/January11-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571402933768540402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jefferson has been keeping us on our toes a lot lately, it is quite evident he'll be two very, very soon.  His curiousty is being fed even more now that he can get into even more, reach more, whine for more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing he's so stinkin cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TVGZc4aeq6I/AAAAAAAAA1k/HLdaFxI-KtM/s1600/January11-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TVGZc4aeq6I/AAAAAAAAA1k/HLdaFxI-KtM/s320/January11-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571402935492848546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.  I'd report that we had our Super Bowl party, and we all dressed up of course, but you know how the rest of the evening went.  We still love those Stillers though, always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up-Jefferson is two on Friday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-2664942157553440932?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/2664942157553440932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=2664942157553440932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/2664942157553440932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/2664942157553440932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2011/02/winter-just-keeps-going-full-steam.html' title='What a Winter'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TVGZdSIEmeI/AAAAAAAAA10/fZTTraKv_gc/s72-c/January11-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-797821567373175006</id><published>2011-01-25T14:48:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T14:06:20.009-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Princesses</title><content type='html'>Just in case some of you have been wondering, we haven't fallen off the end of the Earth.  We may be out of the loop, but we're still here.  January isn't all that exciting up here.  It's in between our two busiest months of the year.  So we just sort of hang out and watch the snow, avoid going outside in the negative temperatures, and eat lots of homemade soup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only truly exciting thing we've done since Christmas is I took Hannah and a friend from school to see Disney on Ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TT8paoYYmFI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/EknUiveUe5M/s1600/Disneyonice-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TT8paoYYmFI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/EknUiveUe5M/s320/Disneyonice-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566213201946253394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was awesome.  I loved it as much as the girls.  The skating, music, costumes, sets, was so well done.  Disney sure can wow me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TT8paZo97pI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/Awx5WVxRk9I/s1600/Disneyonice-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TT8paZo97pI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/Awx5WVxRk9I/s320/Disneyonice-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566213197989277330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anything else exciting happens, we'll be sure to let you know!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-797821567373175006?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/797821567373175006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=797821567373175006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/797821567373175006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/797821567373175006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2011/01/two-princesses.html' title='Two Princesses'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TT8paoYYmFI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/EknUiveUe5M/s72-c/Disneyonice-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-8998522283774090279</id><published>2010-12-25T18:06:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T19:17:34.204-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4am To 7pm</title><content type='html'>The stockings were hung, the cookies and milk (and reindeer food) were put out. The kids went to bed without much trouble, although when I checked on Hannah a half hour later she said couldn't get to sleep because she was thinking about Santa Claus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/TRZ9aOAfS4I/AAAAAAAAAP8/mg1_DA7f2cg/s1600/stockings_were_hung.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/TRZ9aOAfS4I/AAAAAAAAAP8/mg1_DA7f2cg/s320/stockings_were_hung.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554765079798303618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the title infers, the day began for three of us at 4am. Ben was too excited - and a little worried - about Santa and presents and Christmas that he woke up and couldn't get back to sleep. So, as kids who can't get back to sleep do, he woke up Mommy and Daddy, too. After an hour of trying to get him back to sleep in our bed, it was clear that either two or three of us were going to be staying up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Ben and I went down and confirmed that the cookies (and reindeer food) were eaten, the milk was drunk, stockings were filled and presents were delivered. Then I played a Wii game hoping Ben would fall asleep on the couch next to me. No such luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/TRZ9SzZz0kI/AAAAAAAAAP0/5WhtKaSXELA/s1600/4am.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/TRZ9SzZz0kI/AAAAAAAAAP0/5WhtKaSXELA/s320/4am.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554764952397664834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After two hours of asking, "Is it time to open presents yet?" the answer was finally, "Yes." And it was all worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, Ben's early year niceness outweighed his late year naughtiness because he got the one thing he has been clamoring for since the toy ads came out: &lt;a href="http://www.hotwheels.com/games/dr-bones-color-lab"&gt;Dr. Bones&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/TRZ9SgiTMgI/AAAAAAAAAPs/c-T7ZeVPu5g/s1600/Dr_Bones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/TRZ9SgiTMgI/AAAAAAAAAPs/c-T7ZeVPu5g/s320/Dr_Bones.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554764947333001730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah, who we were much less worried about, got an "American Doll." Actually it's an &lt;a href="http://www.target.com/Our-Generation-Doll-Book-Vanishing/dp/B002BTGJYO/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;searchView=grid5&amp;keywords=eva%20doll&amp;fromGsearch=true&amp;sr=1-2&amp;qid=1293320509&amp;rh=&amp;searchRank=target104545&amp;id=Our%20Generation%20Doll%20Book%20Vanishing&amp;node=1038576%7C1287991011&amp;searchSize=30&amp;searchPage=1&amp;searchNodeID=1038576%7C1287991011&amp;searchBinNameList=subjectbin%2Cprice%2Ctarget_com_primary_color-bin%2Ctarget_com_size-bin%2Ctarget_com_brand-bin&amp;frombrowse=0"&gt;Our Generation&lt;/a&gt; doll; but either way, Hannah thinks she's just perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/TRZ9SkZ5aAI/AAAAAAAAAPk/LvRphGxC-tE/s1600/American_doll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/TRZ9SkZ5aAI/AAAAAAAAAPk/LvRphGxC-tE/s320/American_doll.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554764948371499010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jefferson was generally more interested in playing with the toys that were already opened than examining the ones still in the box, but he made out pretty well; and no wonder since he was the best behaved of the three this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/TRZ9ScQJCcI/AAAAAAAAAPc/C_FzYbjS5Y8/s1600/trains.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/TRZ9ScQJCcI/AAAAAAAAAPc/C_FzYbjS5Y8/s320/trains.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554764946183096770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day, the best part is spending time with family and watching their faces light up when they unwrap the perfect gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/TRZ9SRFV2gI/AAAAAAAAAPU/5M_APA_Ot-U/s1600/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/TRZ9SRFV2gI/AAAAAAAAAPU/5M_APA_Ot-U/s320/family.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554764943185009154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the presents are nice, too. Oh, and the food, of course. And staying in your pajamas all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Merry Christmas. We hope yours was as wonderful as ours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: The excitement finally gave way to exhaustion at 7pm - 10 minutes before the end of &lt;em&gt;The Polar Express&lt;/em&gt;.  I guess we'll do his bath in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/TRaIxg8JOJI/AAAAAAAAAQE/vbr3AANMHLw/s1600/tuckered_out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/TRaIxg8JOJI/AAAAAAAAAQE/vbr3AANMHLw/s320/tuckered_out.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554777574645250194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-8998522283774090279?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/8998522283774090279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=8998522283774090279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/8998522283774090279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/8998522283774090279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2010/12/4am.html' title='4am To 7pm'/><author><name>Thad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07223253718810241628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/TRZ9aOAfS4I/AAAAAAAAAP8/mg1_DA7f2cg/s72-c/stockings_were_hung.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-5819131354736533909</id><published>2010-12-17T14:22:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T14:31:17.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>'Tis the Season...</title><content type='html'>It's a very merry Christmas season going on up at our house!  We've been very busy getting ready for Christmas.  Here are some of the things we've been doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Building the biggest snowman on the street, what else are we supposed to do with all this snow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TQu40uf14-I/AAAAAAAAA00/VR-_K_C-8wM/s1600/Tistheseason-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TQu40uf14-I/AAAAAAAAA00/VR-_K_C-8wM/s320/Tistheseason-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551734181638562786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating A LOT of candy, chocolate, suckers, cookies, sugar, everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TQu40UZPZiI/AAAAAAAAA0s/RW2X1Z1ThJo/s1600/Tistheseason-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TQu40UZPZiI/AAAAAAAAA0s/RW2X1Z1ThJo/s320/Tistheseason-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551734174631552546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baking, more of the above.  I have a new helper this year, he can see when he stands on the stool, and is a very good boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TQu40awguNI/AAAAAAAAA0k/W1QGz6kD4rE/s1600/Tistheseason-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TQu40awguNI/AAAAAAAAA0k/W1QGz6kD4rE/s320/Tistheseason-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551734176339769554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's other things going on too:   we are officially done with shopping, the letter to Santa has been mailed, parties are done, Polar Express and Rudolph have been watched several times.  The list could go on, but you get the idea.  And we still have one more week of all this fun!&lt;br /&gt;We wish you a Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-5819131354736533909?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/5819131354736533909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=5819131354736533909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/5819131354736533909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/5819131354736533909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2010/12/tis-season.html' title='&apos;Tis the Season...'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TQu40uf14-I/AAAAAAAAA00/VR-_K_C-8wM/s72-c/Tistheseason-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-2089678343356486732</id><published>2010-12-08T13:38:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T17:20:18.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snowed In</title><content type='html'>We know you've all been wondering how bad it is up here, so here's the picture.&lt;br /&gt;It's been snowing non-stop since Saturday evening and won't stop till Thurs afternoon.  We have about four feet, and still counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TP_Q3krbSoI/AAAAAAAAA0E/S4Hm0TIGJG0/s1600/Snowedin-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TP_Q3krbSoI/AAAAAAAAA0E/S4Hm0TIGJG0/s320/Snowedin-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548382919100942978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day but today I've had to venture out in this, with the kids in tow.  But today the school district wisened up and schools are closed.  The kids are enjoying it,even Jefferson.  He's really in the Holiday spirit.  He loves "Sita" (Santa), singing snowmen, and all the sparkling lights everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TP_Q3SQwKdI/AAAAAAAAAz8/eeGXzsZuIGY/s1600/snowedin-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TP_Q3SQwKdI/AAAAAAAAAz8/eeGXzsZuIGY/s320/snowedin-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548382914157226450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're certainly guaranteed a white Christmas, hope the same for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-2089678343356486732?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/2089678343356486732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=2089678343356486732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/2089678343356486732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/2089678343356486732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2010/12/snowed-in.html' title='Snowed In'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TP_Q3krbSoI/AAAAAAAAA0E/S4Hm0TIGJG0/s72-c/Snowedin-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-526969788207277131</id><published>2010-12-02T14:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T14:25:32.808-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fish People</title><content type='html'>We have announcement to make:  we are now officially "Fish People".  Some people like dogs, some like cats, snakes...etc.  Well, since there is really no way you can be allergic to fish (that we know of) this is for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TPfyJIbT-QI/AAAAAAAAAz0/6KGPJ51Twjo/s1600/fishpeople.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TPfyJIbT-QI/AAAAAAAAAz0/6KGPJ51Twjo/s320/fishpeople.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546167704824838402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if only they would stay alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-526969788207277131?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/526969788207277131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=526969788207277131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/526969788207277131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/526969788207277131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2010/12/fish-people.html' title='Fish People'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TPfyJIbT-QI/AAAAAAAAAz0/6KGPJ51Twjo/s72-c/fishpeople.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-2900737692150630143</id><published>2010-10-31T21:59:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T22:13:57.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Halloween!</title><content type='html'>Yea, Halloween finally came!  What, you don't count down for it in your house?&lt;br /&gt;We started the day with our new tradition:  The Halloween 5k run at Beaver Lake.  Both Hannah and Ben, and daddy, ran in the kids run first.  Then mommy did the "big kid race".  Fame:  I shaved ten minutes off my time from  last year.  Shame: I got passed by a giant whoopee cushion.  Oh well, it was pretty fun, and a good way to start a day where you eat candy nonstop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TM4gYKvHfEI/AAAAAAAAAzs/nY5KBXXR7gM/s1600/HalloweenDay10-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TM4gYKvHfEI/AAAAAAAAAzs/nY5KBXXR7gM/s320/HalloweenDay10-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534396591655844930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the Halloween cuties dressed up and ready for the big night.  The Warrior King, the Lion, and the Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TM4gX9iJloI/AAAAAAAAAzk/LEJPyWP-RxU/s1600/HalloweenDay10-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TM4gX9iJloI/AAAAAAAAAzk/LEJPyWP-RxU/s320/HalloweenDay10-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534396588111795842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her Royal Magesty with her pumpkin she designed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TM4gXqUK2uI/AAAAAAAAAzc/XoaaGDReNRQ/s1600/HalloweenDay10-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TM4gXqUK2uI/AAAAAAAAAzc/XoaaGDReNRQ/s320/HalloweenDay10-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534396582952884962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The loot, this is pretty much all he cares about.  Can you tell from the gigantic grin on his face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TM4gXuXSApI/AAAAAAAAAzU/tc75aEVWtu0/s1600/HalloweenDay10-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TM4gXuXSApI/AAAAAAAAAzU/tc75aEVWtu0/s320/HalloweenDay10-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534396584039678610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess daddy's pumpkin ate too much candy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TM4gXfg-gaI/AAAAAAAAAzM/dSK2l8C78hU/s1600/HalloweenDay10-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TM4gXfg-gaI/AAAAAAAAAzM/dSK2l8C78hU/s320/HalloweenDay10-5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534396580053811618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great Halloween, hope you did too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-2900737692150630143?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/2900737692150630143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=2900737692150630143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/2900737692150630143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/2900737692150630143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2010/10/it.html' title='It&apos;s Halloween!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TM4gYKvHfEI/AAAAAAAAAzs/nY5KBXXR7gM/s72-c/HalloweenDay10-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-7762253478775458881</id><published>2010-10-14T14:35:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T14:48:09.039-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Day!</title><content type='html'>There comes a day, once every fall that just makes me so happy.  It's right up there with Christmas and birthdays.  It's the day we go out in the country to pick our pumpkins and have lots of fallish fun.  Luckily the day we decided to go was sunny and cool, but not too cool!  This year we didn't go alone either.  Groompa, Miss Sandy, and Aunt Julie were visiting so they got in on the festivities too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us and our pumpkins for this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TLdOEUZbIUI/AAAAAAAAAzE/R0YUAB2ap2o/s1600/100_0216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TLdOEUZbIUI/AAAAAAAAAzE/R0YUAB2ap2o/s320/100_0216.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527972903722361154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids in the sunflowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TLdOEARZICI/AAAAAAAAAy8/TqXrtHl0jwQ/s1600/Pumpkinday10-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TLdOEARZICI/AAAAAAAAAy8/TqXrtHl0jwQ/s320/Pumpkinday10-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527972898319966242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great weekend and now we are ready for Halloween!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-7762253478775458881?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/7762253478775458881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=7762253478775458881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/7762253478775458881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/7762253478775458881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2010/10/pumpkin-day.html' title='Pumpkin Day!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TLdOEUZbIUI/AAAAAAAAAzE/R0YUAB2ap2o/s72-c/100_0216.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-8201527949591514569</id><published>2010-09-30T18:27:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T18:39:39.028-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Discovery Zoo</title><content type='html'>To celebrate the changing of seasons, we took a trip to &lt;a href="http://www.fortrickey.com/"&gt;Fort Rickey Children's Discovery Zoo&lt;/a&gt;. They got to paint pumpkins, pet animals, play in the ball pit and run through a hay maze. While the boys took the hay ride through the zoo, Hannah got to go on her first pony ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/TKUPCyytVlI/AAAAAAAAAPI/h6fe4cvqcio/s1600/Pony_Ride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/TKUPCyytVlI/AAAAAAAAAPI/h6fe4cvqcio/s320/Pony_Ride.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522837058708395602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met back up at the "maternity ward" where we got to pet and play with the baby goats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/TKUPCkjZQRI/AAAAAAAAAPA/DMq7hrfzVcY/s1600/Baby_Goats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/TKUPCkjZQRI/AAAAAAAAAPA/DMq7hrfzVcY/s320/Baby_Goats.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522837054886068498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben was more interested in climbing the tree, but we all had a fun afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/TKUPCdblGcI/AAAAAAAAAO4/INMLAXbkcPk/s1600/Ben_On_A_Tree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/TKUPCdblGcI/AAAAAAAAAO4/INMLAXbkcPk/s320/Ben_On_A_Tree.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522837052974242242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, it's time for cool weather, changing leaves, pumpkins and - best of all - Halloween candy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-8201527949591514569?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/8201527949591514569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=8201527949591514569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/8201527949591514569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/8201527949591514569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2010/09/discovery-zoo.html' title='Discovery Zoo'/><author><name>Thad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07223253718810241628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/TKUPCyytVlI/AAAAAAAAAPI/h6fe4cvqcio/s72-c/Pony_Ride.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-646107259892078125</id><published>2010-09-13T14:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T14:48:45.801-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stripes are Nice!</title><content type='html'>Another first day of school, for Ben!  And when planning for this day, we talked about what is a good outfit.  Thanks to Charlie and Lola from Playhouse Disney, we know that "for school, stripes are nice".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking good in his stripes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TI5w9OqozVI/AAAAAAAAAy0/gk2S5kT8SD4/s1600/Ben1stdaypreschool-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TI5w9OqozVI/AAAAAAAAAy0/gk2S5kT8SD4/s320/Ben1stdaypreschool-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516470790786698578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside the doors at school.  This year Ben goes 3 days a week and is already back with his buds from last year, with some new friends mixed in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TI5w8or8mfI/AAAAAAAAAys/zXxAIn1gEbQ/s1600/Bens1stdaypreschool-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TI5w8or8mfI/AAAAAAAAAys/zXxAIn1gEbQ/s320/Bens1stdaypreschool-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516470780591643122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't wait to see how much he is going to learn and grow this year, it seems the sky really is the limit with him!  Happy First Day of School!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-646107259892078125?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/646107259892078125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=646107259892078125' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/646107259892078125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/646107259892078125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2010/09/stripes-are-nice.html' title='Stripes are Nice!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TI5w9OqozVI/AAAAAAAAAy0/gk2S5kT8SD4/s72-c/Ben1stdaypreschool-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-9051484353188347506</id><published>2010-09-10T19:42:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T21:12:13.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Grader!</title><content type='html'>School has finally begun and Hannah is a first grader!  We're back to the school year schedule and already sliding into the old routine.  Ben and Jefferson miss Hannah during the day, but it sure is a lot quieter around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're all ready for the big day.  Only Jefferson gets to stay in his jammies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TIrCm6GVItI/AAAAAAAAAyM/8qzYphzgEn0/s1600/1stgrade-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TIrCm6GVItI/AAAAAAAAAyM/8qzYphzgEn0/s320/1stgrade-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515434667355218642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new bus stop.  We're meeting lots of neighbors and making new friends.  Hannah doesn't seem to mind, the more people to talk to the better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/TIrXQDj3BXI/AAAAAAAAAOw/_iq9nUzvOz8/s1600/First_Grade_Bus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/TIrXQDj3BXI/AAAAAAAAAOw/_iq9nUzvOz8/s320/First_Grade_Bus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515457364502185330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're very excited about the new school year and all that the kids will be doing.  Next week Ben starts 2nd yr preschool so keep posted for that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-9051484353188347506?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/9051484353188347506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=9051484353188347506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/9051484353188347506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/9051484353188347506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2010/09/first-grader.html' title='First Grader!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TIrCm6GVItI/AAAAAAAAAyM/8qzYphzgEn0/s72-c/1stgrade-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-9127899174932428569</id><published>2010-08-14T14:02:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T14:26:55.257-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Check List</title><content type='html'>We're in the full swing of summer here, and have been doing all sorts of summery things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The annual Sky Chiefs family night ball game, with fireworks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TGbd0NRvMeI/AAAAAAAAAxk/ovWozhaudV0/s1600/Summerchecklist-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TGbd0NRvMeI/AAAAAAAAAxk/ovWozhaudV0/s320/Summerchecklist-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505331483494003170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hanging out, relaxin, even if only for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TGbdz-OhC3I/AAAAAAAAAxc/s5gg1li0mfU/s1600/Summerchecklist-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TGbdz-OhC3I/AAAAAAAAAxc/s5gg1li0mfU/s320/Summerchecklist-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505331479453961074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chowing down on the best summer food, corn on the cob!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TGbdoch68TI/AAAAAAAAAxU/MuXk497tsw8/s1600/Summerchecklist-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TGbdoch68TI/AAAAAAAAAxU/MuXk497tsw8/s320/Summerchecklist-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505331281429983538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheering at soccer games, even if there isn't much playing going on.  Rule #1 Have fun!  Rule #2 Moo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TGbdoLwgnyI/AAAAAAAAAxM/h7LMYVIdAhI/s1600/Summerchecklist-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TGbdoLwgnyI/AAAAAAAAAxM/h7LMYVIdAhI/s320/Summerchecklist-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505331276927770402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what are all the cool kids doing this summer, showing off their silly bandz!  Jefferson and Ben may try to start a new trend with this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TGbdn73FRHI/AAAAAAAAAxE/U5GMWMnTHDc/s1600/Summerchecklist-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TGbdn73FRHI/AAAAAAAAAxE/U5GMWMnTHDc/s320/Summerchecklist-5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505331272660370546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what will we be doing the rest of the summer?  More of the same, with a little back to school shopping and picnicing with friends.  Enjoy it while it lasts!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-9127899174932428569?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/9127899174932428569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=9127899174932428569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/9127899174932428569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/9127899174932428569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2010/08/summer-check-list.html' title='Summer Check List'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TGbd0NRvMeI/AAAAAAAAAxk/ovWozhaudV0/s72-c/Summerchecklist-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-8137016629011173975</id><published>2010-07-19T20:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T11:16:42.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to Get to Two</title><content type='html'>It was a spontaneous decision, really. Stacey was taking Jefferson to get groceries and I was thinking about what to do with the other two. The weather finally cooled off a bit and it was the perfect evening to do &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; outside, but what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I started thinking about it being half way through summer and Hannah being six years old. It decided was about time to make another attempt to take off the training wheels; so, we headed for preschool parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told Hannah to do a big loop around the parking lot one last time with the training wheels and try to balance without using them. Then I took them off and reassured her that she was ready - and was she ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/TEUf5CRsa_I/AAAAAAAAAOg/t8POWxFUpFQ/s1600/Hannah_Two_Wheels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/TEUf5CRsa_I/AAAAAAAAAOg/t8POWxFUpFQ/s320/Hannah_Two_Wheels.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495833984999648242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went straight down and back with me barely holding on. I gave her a few quick lessons on leaning, turning, stopping and starting. Finally, as we made another long run, I told her to look at my shadow, which was well out in front of us in the evening sun. I asked her where my hands were and she said, "up in the air," and that was it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The three of us played on the playground for a while and waited for Mommy to stop by for a demonstration. Then, I took her out for dessert to celebrate. I gave her some options, but she settled on a Wendy's frosty. I talked her into a &lt;a href="http://www.wendys.com/food/Product.jsp?family=10&amp;product=312"&gt;Twisted Frosty with M&amp;M's&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/TEUf4YzAqUI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/0LEtUzKHOQI/s1600/Hannah_Treat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/TEUf4YzAqUI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/0LEtUzKHOQI/s320/Hannah_Treat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495833973865097538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As &lt;a href="http://www.justinroberts.org/music_meltdown.php"&gt;Justin Roberts&lt;/a&gt; put it, she started off with three wheels, then she went to four - just to get to two.  So there it is: another milestone passed, another step toward independence, another kid growing up too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/TEUf4uTrbII/AAAAAAAAAOY/AFHZM3-JVeY/s1600/Hannah_No_Hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/TEUf4uTrbII/AAAAAAAAAOY/AFHZM3-JVeY/s320/Hannah_No_Hands.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495833979639262338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-8137016629011173975?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/8137016629011173975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=8137016629011173975' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/8137016629011173975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/8137016629011173975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2010/07/just-to-get-to-two.html' title='Just to Get to Two'/><author><name>Thad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07223253718810241628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/TEUf5CRsa_I/AAAAAAAAAOg/t8POWxFUpFQ/s72-c/Hannah_Two_Wheels.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-5007098828767748146</id><published>2010-07-11T22:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T23:52:05.472-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All About Family</title><content type='html'>When Stacey and I took our own &lt;a href="http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-happens-in-vegas.html"&gt;trip to Vegas&lt;/a&gt; a few months ago, we reassured the kids that the whole family would be taking a trip together in the summer. Ten days, nine nights, 2244 miles of driving over 44 and half hours, three destinations and 28 repetitions of &lt;a href="http://www.kidzbop.com/"&gt;Kidz Bop&lt;/a&gt; later, it was quite the vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Act I: Spartanburg, SC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to drive the whole way there in one day. We broke up the trip with a stop at &lt;a href="http://www.luraycaverns.com/"&gt;Luray Caverns&lt;/a&gt; in Virginia. Once we reassured the kids that there were no bears in the cave, they warmed up to it. Hannah listened to the audio tour and Ben had to fight the urge to touch things and go off the path. Jefferson found himself unstrapped form the car seat and strapped into the umbrella stroller, but he was at least glad to get out of the minivan for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/TEUKTsIVKbI/AAAAAAAAAOI/brnW1GaY3Pk/s1600/Hannah_Luray.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/TEUKTsIVKbI/AAAAAAAAAOI/brnW1GaY3Pk/s320/Hannah_Luray.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495810253655452082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at Stacey's Mom's well after midnight and after sleeping in a bit went to a local park with a miniature train to ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/TEUKTcWoEPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/iSB65AaG6uY/s1600/Park_Train.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/TEUKTcWoEPI/AAAAAAAAAOA/iSB65AaG6uY/s320/Park_Train.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495810249420443890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did the Spartanburg fair and the Greenville fair; both of which hired the same blow-up stuff company. This waterfall wall provided relief from the oppressive heat and humidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/TEUJf4Z4fiI/AAAAAAAAAN4/kFQS1VrTQ5o/s1600/Water_Wall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/TEUJf4Z4fiI/AAAAAAAAAN4/kFQS1VrTQ5o/s320/Water_Wall.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495809363597098530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Act II: Myrtle Beach, SC&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, it was on to the beach. While we have been to several lakes, this was the kids' first time at the ocean. We happened to capture the two seconds Jefferson sat down to play in the sand; most of his time was spent going as far out into the water as he could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/TEUJfcJWx1I/AAAAAAAAANw/C3LaFmmSaOI/s1600/Jefferson_Beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/TEUJfcJWx1I/AAAAAAAAANw/C3LaFmmSaOI/s320/Jefferson_Beach.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495809356011587410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah enjoyed the waves and sand, but after a mouthful of salt water, she had no problem rinsing off and heading to the water park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/TEUJd4dJZ-I/AAAAAAAAANo/GaU8exWfb4I/s1600/Hannah_Water_Park.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/TEUJd4dJZ-I/AAAAAAAAANo/GaU8exWfb4I/s320/Hannah_Water_Park.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495809329251051490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, we took a boat tour that stopped on a beach at the mouth of a river. The kids played in the brackish water and, of course, Jefferson ran in as soon as we put him down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/TEUJda0i1EI/AAAAAAAAANg/EW_uRbcgkuI/s1600/Kids_Brackish.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/TEUJda0i1EI/AAAAAAAAANg/EW_uRbcgkuI/s320/Kids_Brackish.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495809321296122946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we only spent a day and a half there, we got the whole beach experience; including shells, souvenirs, and sand that will be in the van forever, now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Act III: Pittsburgh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again we had a long car ride. This time we broke it up with a stop in West Virgina at &lt;a href="http://someplacespecialjlt.tripod.com/"&gt;Someplace Special Gem Mine&lt;/a&gt;. After having the good luck of not encountering opposing traffic on the long, one-way road back to the farm, we sat at the sluice and sifted out a decent size baggie full of gems and minerals. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/TEUJdBhZ01I/AAAAAAAAANY/1OeE_DXWELk/s1600/Someplace_Special.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/TEUJdBhZ01I/AAAAAAAAANY/1OeE_DXWELk/s320/Someplace_Special.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495809314504954706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, of course, we got to be a part of Uncle Tim's month-long birthday extravaganza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/TEUIhKsv3SI/AAAAAAAAANQ/fgwi-_Ad1Zk/s1600/Tim_Extravaganza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/TEUIhKsv3SI/AAAAAAAAANQ/fgwi-_Ad1Zk/s320/Tim_Extravaganza.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495808286176304418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's a family vacation without an amusement park? This year Jefferson was big enough to experience the thrills of Kiddieland at &lt;a href="http://www.kennywood.com/"&gt;Kennywood&lt;/a&gt;. Here's his reaction after his first ride. I'm pretty sure that's his "thrilled" face because he made it a lot on this trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/TEUIgc2qxnI/AAAAAAAAANI/czRfKRI5I2U/s1600/Jefferson_Orbiter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/TEUIgc2qxnI/AAAAAAAAANI/czRfKRI5I2U/s320/Jefferson_Orbiter.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495808273869882994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As all things come to an end, this was Hannah's last year for Kiddieland. Here's her last ride on the Whippersnapper, which Ben was excited to share with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/TEUIfenqZtI/AAAAAAAAANA/AbG1qirSnEA/s1600/Hannah_Ben_Whippersnapper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/TEUIfenqZtI/AAAAAAAAANA/AbG1qirSnEA/s320/Hannah_Ben_Whippersnapper.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495808257163945682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally, it was our sixth Anniversary that day. We celebrated with a ride on the Sky Coaster because... well... why not, right? I mean, what's more romantic than being strapped together and dropping 180 feet on a giant swing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/TEUIegCn-UI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Vj3qlJjqK_8/s1600/Six_Happy_Years.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/TEUIegCn-UI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Vj3qlJjqK_8/s320/Six_Happy_Years.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495808240365599042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings us back to &lt;em&gt;family&lt;/em&gt;. Everyone needs a vacation now and then to put aside the daily routine and just have fun together and make memories - and that we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/TEUId7qZF8I/AAAAAAAAAMw/t3Sbme0fzS8/s1600/All_About_Family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/TEUId7qZF8I/AAAAAAAAAMw/t3Sbme0fzS8/s320/All_About_Family.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495808230600284098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...see, there's that "thrilled" face again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-5007098828767748146?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/5007098828767748146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=5007098828767748146' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/5007098828767748146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/5007098828767748146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2010/07/all-about-family.html' title='All About Family'/><author><name>Thad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07223253718810241628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/TEUKTsIVKbI/AAAAAAAAAOI/brnW1GaY3Pk/s72-c/Hannah_Luray.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-4424741942229034816</id><published>2010-06-22T21:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T23:53:42.335-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I really 4?</title><content type='html'>Ben has been four for almost three weeks now, and he's still not quite sure it's real yet.  He keeps saying he doesn't feel it inside, even though he sure looks it on the outside!  We celebrated several times and Ben enjoyed all the activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Carrabba's a yummy sundae and birthday song.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TDvJC_jFx3I/AAAAAAAAAw8/H-HiPhOuVUE/s1600/Ben%27s4-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TDvJC_jFx3I/AAAAAAAAAw8/H-HiPhOuVUE/s320/Ben%27s4-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493205223763986290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging out with his best buds in the backyard.  They went on a bug hunt, ate dirt cake, and threw water balloons at each other.  Super fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TDvJCSaWixI/AAAAAAAAAw0/zXt49Pfr_-4/s1600/Ben%27s4-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TDvJCSaWixI/AAAAAAAAAw0/zXt49Pfr_-4/s320/Ben%27s4-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493205211647740690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The birthday highlight:  his first Build-A-Bear!  Otto is dressed for the beach and looks quite similar to his person, coincidence?  I don't know.  Ben's happy he can play with Hannah and Linda now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TDvJCOE5_RI/AAAAAAAAAws/1iXhX60Hy8w/s1600/Ben%27s4-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TDvJCOE5_RI/AAAAAAAAAws/1iXhX60Hy8w/s320/Ben%27s4-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493205210484047122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope you enjoy being four Ben, you've grown up so much.  Now you're just more funny, adorable, and lovable!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-4424741942229034816?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/4424741942229034816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=4424741942229034816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/4424741942229034816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/4424741942229034816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2010/07/am-i-really-4.html' title='Am I really 4?'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TDvJC_jFx3I/AAAAAAAAAw8/H-HiPhOuVUE/s72-c/Ben%27s4-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-6537865748522684061</id><published>2010-06-21T08:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T23:53:22.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindergarten Graduation</title><content type='html'>It's graduation day, from kindergarten!  Hannah's school celebrates the kindergartners completing their school year with a special ceremony.  Each student receives an award and diploma.  Hannah's award-Responsible Learner.  We are SO proud of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's so excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TCCtKfQA8MI/AAAAAAAAAwk/wpE6u0vX_JA/s1600/kindgrad-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TCCtKfQA8MI/AAAAAAAAAwk/wpE6u0vX_JA/s320/kindgrad-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485574741836230850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rainbow class on stage singing "Proud to be an American"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TCCtKLqoKcI/AAAAAAAAAwc/1-_ZSM7Dd2I/s1600/Kindgrad-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TCCtKLqoKcI/AAAAAAAAAwc/1-_ZSM7Dd2I/s320/Kindgrad-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485574736579144130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best kindergarten teacher in the world.  Hannah is going to miss him so much, but luckily for her he's sticking around one more year before retirement.  She'll see him lots during FIRST GRADE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TCCtJ77vspI/AAAAAAAAAwU/QGDxk9KQo4w/s1600/kindgrad-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TCCtJ77vspI/AAAAAAAAAwU/QGDxk9KQo4w/s320/kindgrad-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485574732355973778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time for summer.  Coming soon...Ben's birthday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-6537865748522684061?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/6537865748522684061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=6537865748522684061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/6537865748522684061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/6537865748522684061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2010/06/kindergarten-graduation.html' title='Kindergarten Graduation'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TCCtKfQA8MI/AAAAAAAAAwk/wpE6u0vX_JA/s72-c/kindgrad-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-2250240452282013881</id><published>2010-06-01T15:28:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T15:41:42.794-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Days</title><content type='html'>It's the end of the preschool year for Ben and our busy week turned into a busy weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday was Beach Day and he got to go in his suit.  Instead of hanging out inside, they went out in the kiddie pool and sprinklers, and topped it off with popsicles.&lt;br /&gt;We returned that evening for the annual Carnival and said goodbye to our friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TAVfwUGKUoI/AAAAAAAAAwM/_7zrZZzjduM/s1600/Busy+Days.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TAVfwUGKUoI/AAAAAAAAAwM/_7zrZZzjduM/s320/Busy+Days.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477889805398987394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoo Day, Jefferson loved this as much if not more than Ben.  Ben was a little distracted by the stink caused by the unusually hot weather.  But we still saw some animals and had a nice time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TAVfv_-M9lI/AAAAAAAAAwE/Cxjtnu5YtiI/s1600/BusyDays-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TAVfv_-M9lI/AAAAAAAAAwE/Cxjtnu5YtiI/s320/BusyDays-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477889799996896850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make up for our bad Mother's Day weather, we did our hike at Chittenango Falls on Sunday.  It was a beautiful day for it and we love being outside.  Afterward we hit Red Lobster some super yummy shrimp, even the kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TAVfvpLstcI/AAAAAAAAAv8/G9Hd3Bj009o/s1600/Busydays-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TAVfvpLstcI/AAAAAAAAAv8/G9Hd3Bj009o/s320/Busydays-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477889793879487938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jefferson had a better view than all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TAVfvHDfRzI/AAAAAAAAAv0/9Fa8-SYKjz0/s1600/BusyDays-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TAVfvHDfRzI/AAAAAAAAAv0/9Fa8-SYKjz0/s320/BusyDays-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477889784718247730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was Memorial Day so we had to go to the parade in the village with our friends.  The kids loved all the old cars and fire trucks, but most of all, the CANDY!  We finished the day with smoked beef brisket on the new patio with our neighbors.  Great day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TAVfuw23nwI/AAAAAAAAAvs/c3Av2D_ojlc/s1600/busyDays-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TAVfuw23nwI/AAAAAAAAAvs/c3Av2D_ojlc/s320/busyDays-5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477889778759737090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, being busy isn't really all that bad, when you're still with family and friends.  Looking forward to an awesome summer with all of you!  Next up, Ben's 4th birthday and Hannah's kindergarten graduation!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-2250240452282013881?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/2250240452282013881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=2250240452282013881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/2250240452282013881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/2250240452282013881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2010/06/busy-days.html' title='Busy Days'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/TAVfwUGKUoI/AAAAAAAAAwM/_7zrZZzjduM/s72-c/Busy+Days.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-5147728826450077802</id><published>2010-05-21T16:48:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T09:17:25.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben the Builder</title><content type='html'>You may remember seeing this picture of Ben &lt;a href="http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2009/03/mommy-lets-play-dirt.html"&gt;playing in the dirt&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S_fWiYs50II/AAAAAAAAAvM/yGIrCU6E3oQ/s1600/dirt2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S_fWiYs50II/AAAAAAAAAvM/yGIrCU6E3oQ/s320/dirt2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474079758326812802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or this one when ben got a scoop truck for his &lt;a href="http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2009/06/bens-three.html"&gt;3rd Birthday&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S_fWiFviOeI/AAAAAAAAAvE/sci4f_ZGdDE/s1600/Ben3-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S_fWiFviOeI/AAAAAAAAAvE/sci4f_ZGdDE/s320/Ben3-6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474079753237576162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or this one from last year when they were putting in a storm sewer basin.  Ben was excited to see a &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; scoop truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S_fSRJuy2fI/AAAAAAAAAu0/pApSTyWBSDc/s1600/Ben_Digger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S_fSRJuy2fI/AAAAAAAAAu0/pApSTyWBSDc/s320/Ben_Digger.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474075064203926002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week we had a concrete patio put in so he got to see a cement mixer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S_fURo6uajI/AAAAAAAAAu8/IIW1rFOLd0E/s1600/Ben_Mixer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S_fURo6uajI/AAAAAAAAAu8/IIW1rFOLd0E/s320/Ben_Mixer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474077271598721586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even better, they put him to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S_c4TRn_R6I/AAAAAAAAAus/-2rj37d6vvg/s1600/Ben_The_Builder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S_c4TRn_R6I/AAAAAAAAAus/-2rj37d6vvg/s320/Ben_The_Builder.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473905775891924898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we let all the kids put hand prints on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S_c4S1LKJiI/AAAAAAAAAuk/zLd8OTShBF8/s1600/Hannah_Hand_Print.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S_c4S1LKJiI/AAAAAAAAAuk/zLd8OTShBF8/s320/Hannah_Hand_Print.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473905768254809634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah asked if it will be dry enough today to do chalk on it.  The workers told her that the different sections were for different pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, Hannah, not yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-5147728826450077802?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/5147728826450077802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=5147728826450077802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/5147728826450077802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/5147728826450077802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2010/05/ben-builder.html' title='Ben the Builder'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S_fWiYs50II/AAAAAAAAAvM/yGIrCU6E3oQ/s72-c/dirt2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-4097759191670071732</id><published>2010-04-29T21:53:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T22:05:29.995-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What happens in Vegas!</title><content type='html'>We had such a great time in Las Vegas that we can't not tell everyone about it.  Here are some pictures from our truly fabulous vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first photo with Elvis, welcoming us into town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S9o4jDSBZjI/AAAAAAAAAuc/J3gvHCox528/s1600/Vegas-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S9o4jDSBZjI/AAAAAAAAAuc/J3gvHCox528/s320/Vegas-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465743272594990642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On top the stratosphere, so amazing, and windy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S9o4i5uEmRI/AAAAAAAAAuU/BcwIGlV_254/s1600/Vegas-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S9o4i5uEmRI/AAAAAAAAAuU/BcwIGlV_254/s320/Vegas-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465743270028286226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always a Steelers fan somewhere, this day in Red Rock Canyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S9o4igieFEI/AAAAAAAAAuM/0KSAgBFBriM/s1600/Vegas-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S9o4igieFEI/AAAAAAAAAuM/0KSAgBFBriM/s320/Vegas-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465743263268738114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first time with a cactus, in the Cactus Gardens at Ethel M's Chocolate Factory, yes, we got some chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S9o4YywU_YI/AAAAAAAAAuE/4-XikadMFPk/s1600/Vegas-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S9o4YywU_YI/AAAAAAAAAuE/4-XikadMFPk/s320/Vegas-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465743096360009090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our tour through Madame Tussaud's, why didn't we buy these?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S9o4YcVyLWI/AAAAAAAAAt8/BuCy2JEhvms/s1600/Vegas-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S9o4YcVyLWI/AAAAAAAAAt8/BuCy2JEhvms/s320/Vegas-5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465743090343095650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our home, I mean hotel, the Excalibur.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S9o4YGHQ6pI/AAAAAAAAAt0/ugzh8fDlVL8/s1600/Vegas-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S9o4YGHQ6pI/AAAAAAAAAt0/ugzh8fDlVL8/s320/Vegas-6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465743084376615570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyone, this is only a glimpse of our fun in Las Vegas.  We did so many things and saw so many amazing things (my fave:  Bellagio fountains, Thad's:  Blue Man Group), and ate the most delicious things!  Can't wait to tell you all more about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, the kids stay in Pittsburgh and the big news:  the tooth fairy has visited.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-4097759191670071732?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/4097759191670071732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=4097759191670071732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/4097759191670071732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/4097759191670071732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-happens-in-vegas.html' title='What happens in Vegas!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S9o4jDSBZjI/AAAAAAAAAuc/J3gvHCox528/s72-c/Vegas-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-7745294640215903753</id><published>2010-04-08T21:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T22:03:51.905-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Happy Easter Day!</title><content type='html'>Dressed in their Sunday best, ready for Easter church service.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S76KDHL6Z3I/AAAAAAAAAtk/ET9EMfqHYew/s1600/Easter2010-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S76KDHL6Z3I/AAAAAAAAAtk/ET9EMfqHYew/s320/Easter2010-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457951584492873586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I supposed to do with this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S76KCQ1FezI/AAAAAAAAAtc/bqYZ7_3XTTs/s1600/Easter2010-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S76KCQ1FezI/AAAAAAAAAtc/bqYZ7_3XTTs/s320/Easter2010-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457951569901615922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all enjoyed such a special day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-7745294640215903753?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/7745294640215903753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=7745294640215903753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/7745294640215903753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/7745294640215903753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2010/04/happy-easter-day.html' title='A Happy Easter Day!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S76KDHL6Z3I/AAAAAAAAAtk/ET9EMfqHYew/s72-c/Easter2010-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-6298066384872445699</id><published>2010-03-27T21:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T21:48:03.952-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Egg Hunt</title><content type='html'>A week and one day until Easter, that makes today a perfect day for an Egg hunt at the park!  The sunshine agreed with us, but no so much the winter temperatures.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scoping out some unfound eggs.  They were only allowed four each, and two thousand were hidden, many were left behind.  Each child found their eggs with much enthusiasm and then waited ten minutes in line to get their candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S660QQa9yBI/AAAAAAAAAtU/ha8BMpFA0Po/s1600/Egghunt-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S660QQa9yBI/AAAAAAAAAtU/ha8BMpFA0Po/s320/Egghunt-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453494390171224082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very proud of their findings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S660PyIH8eI/AAAAAAAAAtM/TKNYo9X8GNE/s1600/Egghunt-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S660PyIH8eI/AAAAAAAAAtM/TKNYo9X8GNE/s320/Egghunt-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453494382039134690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Happy Easter everyone!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-6298066384872445699?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/6298066384872445699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=6298066384872445699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/6298066384872445699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/6298066384872445699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2010/03/egg-hunt.html' title='Egg Hunt'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S660QQa9yBI/AAAAAAAAAtU/ha8BMpFA0Po/s72-c/Egghunt-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-1957732969091920204</id><published>2010-03-13T10:36:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T21:05:12.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Curious Jefferson</title><content type='html'>I suppose it's a good thing that our 13 month old is very curious. The problem is: that curiosity can be messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, Jefferson thought it would be interesting to climb inside his toy box. Once inside, he decided it was too crowded in there. Within a few minutes, the toy box was much more spacious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/S5uxZv6SajI/AAAAAAAAAMY/x54lQYt3Y7U/s1600-h/Jefferson_Toy_Box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/S5uxZv6SajI/AAAAAAAAAMY/x54lQYt3Y7U/s320/Jefferson_Toy_Box.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448143230150535730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, he found an almost-empty cracker box in the living room. Babies stick everything in their mouth; sometimes, it happens to be food. This was the resulting mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/S5uxZXngUVI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eRWxjFlc5I4/s1600-h/Jefferson_Crackers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/S5uxZXngUVI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/eRWxjFlc5I4/s320/Jefferson_Crackers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448143223629304146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, this morning, he wandered off while I was doing a puzzle with the other two kids in the living room. After the puzzle was finished, I realized it was a bit too quiet. I hoped no one left the bathroom door open as Jefferson usually finds the toilet. The door was open, but he wasn't playing in the water...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/S5uxY6ZBwHI/AAAAAAAAAMI/iT7-S6XHhYg/s1600-h/Jefferson_Bathroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/S5uxY6ZBwHI/AAAAAAAAAMI/iT7-S6XHhYg/s320/Jefferson_Bathroom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448143215783952498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies learn by exploring their surroundings. At this rate, he'll be ready for Kindergarten next year; and Stacey will have gray hair!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-1957732969091920204?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/1957732969091920204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=1957732969091920204' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/1957732969091920204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/1957732969091920204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2010/03/curious-jefferson.html' title='Curious Jefferson'/><author><name>Thad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07223253718810241628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/S5uxZv6SajI/AAAAAAAAAMY/x54lQYt3Y7U/s72-c/Jefferson_Toy_Box.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-4397372297716998607</id><published>2010-03-06T08:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T09:25:49.775-05:00</updated><title type='text'>School Spirit</title><content type='html'>One way to build school spirit is to get all the students to do something together. Pep rallies, sports and community service activities come to mind. Apparently, anything done together as a group meets this goal; the sillier the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At preschool, Ben's class is always having coordinated clothing days. Pajama Day, Wear Orange Day or, in this case, Hat Day. Of course, Ben can't just smile for a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/S5Jf-BTEF3I/AAAAAAAAAMA/cV9N6XBVUW4/s1600-h/Hat_Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/S5Jf-BTEF3I/AAAAAAAAAMA/cV9N6XBVUW4/s320/Hat_Day.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445520418549274482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah's elementary school had Crazy Hair Day. I figured, however &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; do her hair, it will look crazy. I wanted to start with a birthday hat, but we didn't have one the right size; so, I had to make a cone from scratch using a cardboard box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in case cone-shaped hair wasn't "crazy" enough, we used as many hair clips as we could fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/S5Jf99A_DVI/AAAAAAAAAL4/4CzbpnPtK1I/s1600-h/Crazy_Hair_Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/S5Jf99A_DVI/AAAAAAAAAL4/4CzbpnPtK1I/s320/Crazy_Hair_Day.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445520417399704914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah loved it and said her friends on the bus and at school loved it, too. Surprisingly, it was still in tact when she got off the bus that afternoon and she even wore it the same way to dance class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How any of this build school spirit, I don't know. The kids had fun, though, which is really all that matters... that, and now we have more pictures to embarrass them with at graduations and weddings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-4397372297716998607?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/4397372297716998607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=4397372297716998607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/4397372297716998607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/4397372297716998607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2010/03/school-spirit.html' title='School Spirit'/><author><name>Thad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07223253718810241628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/S5Jf-BTEF3I/AAAAAAAAAMA/cV9N6XBVUW4/s72-c/Hat_Day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-5011518320287823290</id><published>2010-02-25T21:37:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T21:52:58.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Day Birthday!</title><content type='html'>She's six years old today!  She is so grown up, and it's not stopping!&lt;br /&gt;There was a very white suprise waiting for her this morning, enough to call off school for the first time this year.  She didn't seem to mind and we kept busy doing special birthday things all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gift opening came first.  She got some clothes, a bathrobe, a cowgirl purse, an illustrated Bible, her first sneakers with laces, and one toy: a fairy.  Plus lots of cards and other gifts, thanks everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S4c0UGLh6cI/AAAAAAAAAtE/EZYS6wHEu00/s1600-h/Hannah%27s6-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S4c0UGLh6cI/AAAAAAAAAtE/EZYS6wHEu00/s320/Hannah%27s6-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442376194561534402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we would not be heading to the mall for the evening we made a cake at home, she's wearing her new apron from her cousins (I was wearing mine too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S4c0TsBk5YI/AAAAAAAAAs8/G_KQn1Evnok/s1600-h/Hannah%27s6-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S4c0TsBk5YI/AAAAAAAAAs8/G_KQn1Evnok/s320/Hannah%27s6-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442376187540465026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy came home early and hung out in the snow with Hannah and Ben (to be followed by a snowball fight with a giant stegosaurus snow fort!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S4c0Tml0ZpI/AAAAAAAAAs0/mKXElXBpufY/s1600-h/Hannah%27s6-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S4c0Tml0ZpI/AAAAAAAAAs0/mKXElXBpufY/s320/Hannah%27s6-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442376186081863314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If "behind-the-glass-face-making" were an Olympic sport, Jefferson would be medaling, extra points for drool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S4c0I9VZF1I/AAAAAAAAAss/h-7btr6W9wc/s1600-h/Hannah%27s6-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S4c0I9VZF1I/AAAAAAAAAss/h-7btr6W9wc/s320/Hannah%27s6-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442376003208419154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Make me a fancy cake mommy, Please..."  Okay, she got a fairy cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S4c0IlV6WlI/AAAAAAAAAsk/aOoOdrDmYVE/s1600-h/Hannah%27s6-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S4c0IlV6WlI/AAAAAAAAAsk/aOoOdrDmYVE/s320/Hannah%27s6-5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442375996768148050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing the night away, well, when her little brothers weren't in the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S4c0IQnKLjI/AAAAAAAAAsc/ZAAeIdm9kvM/s1600-h/Hannah%27s6-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S4c0IQnKLjI/AAAAAAAAAsc/ZAAeIdm9kvM/s320/Hannah%27s6-6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442375991203343922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great day.  It's so amazing to see her grow up, this year will bring even more and we're so thankful for the gift that she is to all of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-5011518320287823290?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/5011518320287823290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=5011518320287823290' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/5011518320287823290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/5011518320287823290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-day-birthday.html' title='Snow Day Birthday!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S4c0UGLh6cI/AAAAAAAAAtE/EZYS6wHEu00/s72-c/Hannah%27s6-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-6473109037683027370</id><published>2010-02-11T21:24:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T21:34:01.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Turning One!</title><content type='html'>Jefferson turned one year old today.  We spent the day celebrating with him and I think he knew today was extra special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The chair of honor, waiting for birthday breakfast-french toast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S3S8Mk1ruNI/AAAAAAAAAsE/EvAJQYcnDlI/s1600-h/1stbday-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S3S8Mk1ruNI/AAAAAAAAAsE/EvAJQYcnDlI/s320/1stbday-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437177574376323282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking his balloon upstairs, I really don't know why, for fun I guess!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S3S8MvYGjjI/AAAAAAAAAr8/VWXmdCW8rbs/s1600-h/1stbday-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S3S8MvYGjjI/AAAAAAAAAr8/VWXmdCW8rbs/s320/1stbday-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437177577205042738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the birthday song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S3S8GayYZqI/AAAAAAAAAr0/ESrx2V7VrwY/s1600-h/1stbday-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S3S8GayYZqI/AAAAAAAAAr0/ESrx2V7VrwY/s320/1stbday-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437177468598904482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S3S8F0HYvBI/AAAAAAAAArs/_1iH5FtnZLw/s1600-h/1stbday-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S3S8F0HYvBI/AAAAAAAAArs/_1iH5FtnZLw/s320/1stbday-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437177458218023954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did it go?  Why isn't there more?  Maybe I'll eat the plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S3S8FkK93gI/AAAAAAAAArk/IJ7-kTbY9Gk/s1600-h/1stbday-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S3S8FkK93gI/AAAAAAAAArk/IJ7-kTbY9Gk/s320/1stbday-5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437177453938073090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry Jefferson, there's lots more birthday partying coming this weekend.  This was only the first of three cakes.  Plus Valentine's Day.  February is such a "sweet" month for us!&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the birthday wishes, and we love you all, have a happy Valentines day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-6473109037683027370?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/6473109037683027370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=6473109037683027370' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/6473109037683027370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/6473109037683027370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2010/02/turning-one.html' title='Turning One!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S3S8Mk1ruNI/AAAAAAAAAsE/EvAJQYcnDlI/s72-c/1stbday-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-4643024072503276030</id><published>2010-02-08T12:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T12:53:48.801-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Sunday</title><content type='html'>It was a big day; and not just because the New Orleans Saints won their first Super Bowl. Less than a week before his first birthday, Jefferson took his first "official" steps!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/S3BJ-mqLleI/AAAAAAAAALo/zP59-9ZrWW0/s1600-h/Jefferson_Walking_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435926090114373090 border=0 alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/S3BJ-mqLleI/AAAAAAAAALo/zP59-9ZrWW0/s320/Jefferson_Walking_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's been very close for quite some time, but hasn't had the guts to go for it. Just before the Super Bowl I let go of him in mid stride and he took a few wobbly steps to the couch.  Then he went back and forth a few times between Mom and Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, before half-time, he had gained enough confidence to try it on his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/S3BJ-S5BJTI/AAAAAAAAALg/yrKXVyhXTZA/s1600-h/Jefferson_Walking_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435926084807894322 border=0 alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/S3BJ-S5BJTI/AAAAAAAAALg/yrKXVyhXTZA/s320/Jefferson_Walking_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/A&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a short video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-34136091a37b2526" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D34136091a37b2526%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329925274%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7303FAE73E7C74FA6B79F7DC3BE3659E99DA6445.1D6A2B055F364CB7DC07102A2EE60F18164559%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D34136091a37b2526%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DiiViOZSXHEMQSks6X_znJcLEdSk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D34136091a37b2526%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329925274%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7303FAE73E7C74FA6B79F7DC3BE3659E99DA6445.1D6A2B055F364CB7DC07102A2EE60F18164559%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D34136091a37b2526%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DiiViOZSXHEMQSks6X_znJcLEdSk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we now have a walking baby.  Let the games begin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-4643024072503276030?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/4643024072503276030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=4643024072503276030' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/4643024072503276030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/4643024072503276030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2010/02/super-sunday.html' title='Super Sunday'/><author><name>Thad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07223253718810241628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/S3BJ-mqLleI/AAAAAAAAALo/zP59-9ZrWW0/s72-c/Jefferson_Walking_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-5992592264026520099</id><published>2010-01-24T20:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T20:58:07.188-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby in the cupboard</title><content type='html'>I have been telling a lot of you lately what a handful Jefferson is lately.  This picture is much better than words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S1z6MZqOI6I/AAAAAAAAArU/9gGA4qoB1Ao/s1600-h/Babyinthecupboard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S1z6MZqOI6I/AAAAAAAAArU/9gGA4qoB1Ao/s320/Babyinthecupboard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430490341655323554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, our un-babyproofed kitchen cupboards are now baby-proof.  What will he do next, stay tuned...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-5992592264026520099?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/5992592264026520099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=5992592264026520099' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/5992592264026520099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/5992592264026520099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2010/01/baby-in-cupboard.html' title='Baby in the cupboard'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/S1z6MZqOI6I/AAAAAAAAArU/9gGA4qoB1Ao/s72-c/Babyinthecupboard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-944369569478511664</id><published>2010-01-10T18:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T10:56:32.231-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Even More Christmas 2009</title><content type='html'>Christmas at Gram and Paps, what an exciting time of the year!  By now, Jefferson knew what to do with a present.  He wasn't intimidated by the mountain of them either, he jumped right in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/S0pgzP6hYJI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vOwnzOWfQgo/s1600-h/Jefferson_Opening.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/S0pgzP6hYJI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vOwnzOWfQgo/s320/Jefferson_Opening.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425255134682767506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can dress her up, but she'll always be a silly girl underneath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/S0pgywez_WI/AAAAAAAAALI/vWYYNANFLKw/s1600-h/Hannah_Glasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/S0pgywez_WI/AAAAAAAAALI/vWYYNANFLKw/s320/Hannah_Glasses.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425255126245047650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben sure is getting big isn't he?  He loves coming here and seeing everyone, and everyone always says "Wow, is he taller again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/S0pgyR2dWlI/AAAAAAAAAK4/djcPqFBWXdM/s1600-h/Ben_Present.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/S0pgyR2dWlI/AAAAAAAAAK4/djcPqFBWXdM/s320/Ben_Present.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425255118022728274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another try at a cousin picture, I think it will be a long, long time until everyone is looking and smiling.  But, it's still cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/S0pgyjPFEDI/AAAAAAAAALA/4VdHcRy1h6k/s1600-h/Cousins_Not_Looking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/S0pgyjPFEDI/AAAAAAAAALA/4VdHcRy1h6k/s320/Cousins_Not_Looking.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425255122689396786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, we see the after picture with the kids and Daddy with his birthday cake.  This is the before pic, who can resist?  Certainly not grandkids at Gram's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/S0pgzR8kVCI/AAAAAAAAALY/M6SJ8WZxlNc/s1600-h/Daddys_Cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/S0pgzR8kVCI/AAAAAAAAALY/M6SJ8WZxlNc/s320/Daddys_Cake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425255135228220450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had a great Christmas, we most certainly did.  Thank you for all the gifts, fun, cookies, hugs and kisses.  We love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-944369569478511664?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/944369569478511664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=944369569478511664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/944369569478511664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/944369569478511664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2010/01/even-more-christmas-2009.html' title='Even More Christmas 2009'/><author><name>Thad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07223253718810241628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/S0pgzP6hYJI/AAAAAAAAALQ/vOwnzOWfQgo/s72-c/Jefferson_Opening.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-14456924862301941</id><published>2009-12-26T21:05:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T21:29:02.534-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful Christmas</title><content type='html'>We had an absolutelty wonderful Christmas!  The kids must have been good this year so Santa came and left some nice presents.  The older the kids get, the easier it is to get them to bed on Christmas Eve!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SzbEMoJKVdI/AAAAAAAAAq8/JkCKECKObFI/s1600-h/2009Christmas-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SzbEMoJKVdI/AAAAAAAAAq8/JkCKECKObFI/s320/2009Christmas-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419734922800289234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jefferson was mesmerized by the tower of presents in the living room, he started opening without us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SzbEMVO618I/AAAAAAAAAq0/xKJD3xFk3FQ/s1600-h/2009Christmas-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SzbEMVO618I/AAAAAAAAAq0/xKJD3xFk3FQ/s320/2009Christmas-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419734917724166082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big boy bike that Santa brought Ben.  He also brought Hannah a Razor daisy scooter and Jefferson a Whisper Ride Buggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SzbEFzt24hI/AAAAAAAAAqs/-vNcLVnmKm4/s1600-h/2009Christmas-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SzbEFzt24hI/AAAAAAAAAqs/-vNcLVnmKm4/s320/2009Christmas-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419734805647909394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have'nt we seen this picture before?  It's this years version.  More rooms for the doll house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SzbEFnPVlBI/AAAAAAAAAqk/ygDRuN4JP7Q/s1600-h/2009Christmas-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SzbEFnPVlBI/AAAAAAAAAqk/ygDRuN4JP7Q/s320/2009Christmas-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419734802298672146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This present was a big hit with Jefferson, actually he loves everything he got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SzbEFiCxVQI/AAAAAAAAAqc/9eXNUTHZ1A8/s1600-h/2009Christmas-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SzbEFiCxVQI/AAAAAAAAAqc/9eXNUTHZ1A8/s320/2009Christmas-5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419734800903787778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so blessed to have a Christmas like this, and another one in a few days.  It is truly wonderful to see the joy on the kid's faces and see that they really understand what Christmas is about: love, family, and giving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-14456924862301941?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/14456924862301941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=14456924862301941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/14456924862301941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/14456924862301941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2009/12/wonderful-christmas.html' title='Wonderful Christmas'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SzbEMoJKVdI/AAAAAAAAAq8/JkCKECKObFI/s72-c/2009Christmas-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-7099323244175757695</id><published>2009-12-15T14:47:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T15:28:34.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas Partying!</title><content type='html'>The celebrations have begun!  We had a great weekend partying with the kids.  Friday night was Hannah's Family Christmas dance at school, Sat was the the parents Progressive Dinner and kids pizza/movie night at church, and Sun the the annual kids Christmas party at the Holiday Inn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah sure has some cool dance moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SyfvXJrlJiI/AAAAAAAAAqU/eFnajUSjmeM/s1600-h/merrychristmasing1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SyfvXJrlJiI/AAAAAAAAAqU/eFnajUSjmeM/s320/merrychristmasing1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415560257951049250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jefferson can't get enough of all the balloons in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SyfvW4I7YfI/AAAAAAAAAqM/_mGRYX5ef7g/s1600-h/merrychristmasing2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SyfvW4I7YfI/AAAAAAAAAqM/_mGRYX5ef7g/s320/merrychristmasing2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415560253242302962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jefferson got some new gears from Santa (our old ones were a little rusty).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SyfvWSjpVgI/AAAAAAAAAqE/MD5xDdo5pUs/s1600-h/merrychristmasing3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SyfvWSjpVgI/AAAAAAAAAqE/MD5xDdo5pUs/s320/merrychristmasing3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415560243153819138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben has a new dance move (cover your ears until the song is over and then jump up and down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SyfvWNCaAtI/AAAAAAAAAp8/bUgsCaA9fpU/s1600-h/merrychristmasing4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SyfvWNCaAtI/AAAAAAAAAp8/bUgsCaA9fpU/s320/merrychristmasing4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415560241672225490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is only the beginning of all our holiday fun, next weekend:  ugly sweater party for mom and dad only.  Then family arrives for Christmas, and it will be wonderful.  Hope your enjoying the Christmas season, can't wait to see you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-7099323244175757695?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/7099323244175757695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=7099323244175757695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/7099323244175757695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/7099323244175757695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-partying.html' title='Merry Christmas Partying!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SyfvXJrlJiI/AAAAAAAAAqU/eFnajUSjmeM/s72-c/merrychristmasing1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-382400934334628629</id><published>2009-11-23T20:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T20:58:34.660-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Spaghetti</title><content type='html'>Everyone has it, the picture of your fist time eating spaghetti and everyone thinks it't so cute and funny.  Well, it is!  Look how much fun he's having, he loved it, and he loved spashing in the water trying to wash it all off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/Sws9CXNPq_I/AAAAAAAAApU/qllh76enPxo/s1600/Jefferson1stspaghetti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/Sws9CXNPq_I/AAAAAAAAApU/qllh76enPxo/s320/Jefferson1stspaghetti.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407482888387013618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up:  turkey, mashed potatos, green beans, and pumpkin pie, Thanksgiving here we come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-382400934334628629?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/382400934334628629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=382400934334628629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/382400934334628629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/382400934334628629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-spaghetti.html' title='First Spaghetti'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/Sws9CXNPq_I/AAAAAAAAApU/qllh76enPxo/s72-c/Jefferson1stspaghetti.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-6503663179279444590</id><published>2009-11-12T14:33:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T13:53:10.287-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Fall fun</title><content type='html'>Seems like everyone is having lots of fall fun in the leaves, and of course our kids are no exception.  Our back yard has plenty of trees with leaves for the kids to romp around in.  We even came up with two fun activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben came up with this all on his own, I think it's totally genius, Mother Nature is way smarter than me.  Leaves on the trampoline, you don't have to keep raking them back into a pile, and you get air!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SvxjNab53nI/AAAAAAAAApM/tsq2L74lDqg/s1600-h/Fallfun09-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SvxjNab53nI/AAAAAAAAApM/tsq2L74lDqg/s320/Fallfun09-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403302735023562354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jefferson enjoyed the outside too, just from the swing.  He seems to think that leaves are a delicacy and can't keep them out of his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SvxjNIAMCLI/AAAAAAAAApE/Vk811k6upfA/s1600-h/Fallfun09-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SvxjNIAMCLI/AAAAAAAAApE/Vk811k6upfA/s320/Fallfun09-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403302730075474098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah's had lots of friends over this week, with the half school days and such.  Her game is to rake as many leaves as she can onto the slide, them swoosh them all down, also very creative on her part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SvxjM_SJJEI/AAAAAAAAAo8/In8wezfT-a8/s1600-h/Fallfun09-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SvxjM_SJJEI/AAAAAAAAAo8/In8wezfT-a8/s320/Fallfun09-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403302727734862914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you get out and enjoy it before the white stuff falls!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-6503663179279444590?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/6503663179279444590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=6503663179279444590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/6503663179279444590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/6503663179279444590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2009/11/our-fall-fun.html' title='Our Fall fun'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SvxjNab53nI/AAAAAAAAApM/tsq2L74lDqg/s72-c/Fallfun09-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-230497909617133441</id><published>2009-10-31T21:57:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T00:42:43.378-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Cuties!</title><content type='html'>Halloween again, seems like I was just writing the blog on "Get Candy" last year.  This year it's more like "yea, we're not sick anymoe and we can leave the house!"  But, they did bring home loads of candy that will be rationed out daily.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fairy, the dinosaur, and the monster.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SuzrRAqCQMI/AAAAAAAAAo0/aKORSw28xrA/s1600-h/Halloweencuties09-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SuzrRAqCQMI/AAAAAAAAAo0/aKORSw28xrA/s320/Halloweencuties09-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398948730776993986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jefferson and his pumpkin, note the happy tongue (not on Jefferson)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SuzrQ2TQdiI/AAAAAAAAAos/t0ZreZKH3io/s1600-h/Halloweencuties09-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SuzrQ2TQdiI/AAAAAAAAAos/t0ZreZKH3io/s320/Halloweencuties09-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398948727997101602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect in purple, a little girls dress up dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SuzrQldqmMI/AAAAAAAAAok/o7OPmXFFWEI/s1600-h/Halloweencuties09-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SuzrQldqmMI/AAAAAAAAAok/o7OPmXFFWEI/s320/Halloweencuties09-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398948723477354690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing who got what, Jefferson tries to get his fair share, he'll have to wait for next year, although he did try his first bite of chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SuzrQaD2vqI/AAAAAAAAAoc/KDQ3KvPrUVI/s1600-h/Halloweencuties09-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SuzrQaD2vqI/AAAAAAAAAoc/KDQ3KvPrUVI/s320/Halloweencuties09-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398948720416308898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another successful year, here's to dressing up, asking strangers for candy, and eating it all before Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-230497909617133441?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/230497909617133441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=230497909617133441' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/230497909617133441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/230497909617133441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2009/10/halloween-cuties.html' title='Halloween Cuties!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SuzrRAqCQMI/AAAAAAAAAo0/aKORSw28xrA/s72-c/Halloweencuties09-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-5763581717144358118</id><published>2009-10-15T14:54:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T19:08:36.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jefferson's Happy Tongue</title><content type='html'>I have a theory.  Let's start at the beginning.  People everywhere comment on Jefferson's tongue hanging out all the time.  They think it's funny and cute and probably wonder if he's half puppy, just kidding.  What I think though is that it's the way he shows he's really happy.  In all our pictures of him having a good time, there's usually a tongue out in one of them.  Let me show you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing in his room: happy tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/StdwGo-7e6I/AAAAAAAAAoU/nXMRgUR-OBE/s1600-h/thetongue-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/StdwGo-7e6I/AAAAAAAAAoU/nXMRgUR-OBE/s320/thetongue-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392902338182347682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing in his crib: happy tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/StdwGKOrZjI/AAAAAAAAAoM/mhaNWoyiuSo/s1600-h/thetongue-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/StdwGKOrZjI/AAAAAAAAAoM/mhaNWoyiuSo/s320/thetongue-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392902329926903346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cruising on the couch: happy tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/StdwF3ib9qI/AAAAAAAAAoE/Wg8_TwOEHYM/s1600-h/thetongue-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/StdwF3ib9qI/AAAAAAAAAoE/Wg8_TwOEHYM/s320/thetongue-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392902324909504162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the tub: happy tongue again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/StdwFA1aDQI/AAAAAAAAAn8/8d_x7a7QSTc/s1600-h/thetongue-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/StdwFA1aDQI/AAAAAAAAAn8/8d_x7a7QSTc/s320/thetongue-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392902310225120514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's plenty more photos of this, but you get the picture.  Maybe we can add a verse to the old fave kids song, "If you're happy and you know it, stick out your tongue"!  So glad I have a happy baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-5763581717144358118?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/5763581717144358118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=5763581717144358118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/5763581717144358118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/5763581717144358118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2009/10/jeffersons-happy-tongue.html' title='Jefferson&apos;s Happy Tongue'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/StdwGo-7e6I/AAAAAAAAAoU/nXMRgUR-OBE/s72-c/thetongue-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-7565031237158206965</id><published>2009-09-26T17:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T23:17:05.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bowling for Real</title><content type='html'>We're so used to bowling on the &lt;a href="http://www.nintendo.com/games/detail/1OTtO06SP7M52gi5m8pD6CnahbW8CzxE"&gt;Wii Sports&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.wiisportsresort.com/#/home"&gt;Wii Sports Resort&lt;/a&gt;; but we rarely do the real thing. Sometimes, though, it's nice to get the whole family out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being Ben's first time and Hannah's second, We had to teach them the basics. After strapping on those stylin' shoes, you have to find the right ball. Unfortunately, Ben tried to grab Stacey's heavier ball for the last frame and pinched is finger between the ball and the rail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SsAhp3Fq36I/AAAAAAAAAKA/5UlcBVl2myk/s1600-h/Pick_A_Ball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SsAhp3Fq36I/AAAAAAAAAKA/5UlcBVl2myk/s320/Pick_A_Ball.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386342157381197730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you have to get your fingers into the holes and hold it with both hands keeping the holes underneath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SsAhlBt7bSI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/obub35PIicA/s1600-h/Use_Both_Hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SsAhlBt7bSI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/obub35PIicA/s320/Use_Both_Hands.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386342074335063330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you run up and roll it (or throw it) forward (not up).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SsAhk1KYURI/AAAAAAAAAJw/-p-sgIqKzlk/s1600-h/Ben_Bowling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SsAhk1KYURI/AAAAAAAAAJw/-p-sgIqKzlk/s320/Ben_Bowling.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386342070964736274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for rolling it underhand...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SsAhkiLsg7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/KCQEK9HXZJ4/s1600-h/Hannah_Bowling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SsAhkiLsg7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/KCQEK9HXZJ4/s320/Hannah_Bowling.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386342065869980594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next step is watching and concentrating, willing the ball to go where you want it to. Talking, hand gestures, and moving your own body left or right helps, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SsAhkII5eoI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Ruz2QAVf2JI/s1600-h/Talk_To_It.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SsAhkII5eoI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Ruz2QAVf2JI/s320/Talk_To_It.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386342058878925442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the celebration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SsAhj0_ZVII/AAAAAAAAAJY/ZRdfdUec_n4/s1600-h/Celebrate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SsAhj0_ZVII/AAAAAAAAAJY/ZRdfdUec_n4/s320/Celebrate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386342053738796162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone had fun, although we're definitely better at the Wii version... much better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-7565031237158206965?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/7565031237158206965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=7565031237158206965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/7565031237158206965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/7565031237158206965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2009/09/bowling-for-real.html' title='Bowling for Real'/><author><name>Thad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07223253718810241628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SsAhp3Fq36I/AAAAAAAAAKA/5UlcBVl2myk/s72-c/Pick_A_Ball.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-8101853075074649074</id><published>2009-09-16T16:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T13:14:52.211-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Firsts for Ben</title><content type='html'>This is Ben's week.  Tuesday was his first official day of preschool, and after all the prep talk, he was comfortably ready.  Jefferson got to go to, but preschool is not for babies as I learned!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In front of the doors with his "Heart from Home"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SrFGLpUD48I/AAAAAAAAAn0/NpNMbHwdmSo/s1600-h/Preschool_Doors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SrFGLpUD48I/AAAAAAAAAn0/NpNMbHwdmSo/s320/Preschool_Doors.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382160195566953410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purple sand is a huge hit with three year olds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SrFGLC6987I/AAAAAAAAAns/J8CDrH1gEYM/s1600-h/Purple_Sand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SrFGLC6987I/AAAAAAAAAns/J8CDrH1gEYM/s320/Purple_Sand.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382160185261159346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben's other first for the day: swim class.  I had to keep reminding him to keep his body on the ledge, mommy wouldn't be there if he decided to take a dunk.  But he listened very well to his teacher and had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SrFGK9mp8II/AAAAAAAAAnk/yUah3cyyg00/s1600-h/Ben%27sfirstswimclass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SrFGK9mp8II/AAAAAAAAAnk/yUah3cyyg00/s320/Ben%27sfirstswimclass.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382160183833784450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some other things Ben has been busy with:  Rainbow class at church Wed night, Mini-Me in Motion at the YMCA, gym class with mommy, and playing with our friends of course!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-8101853075074649074?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/8101853075074649074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=8101853075074649074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/8101853075074649074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/8101853075074649074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2009/09/firsts-for-ben.html' title='Firsts for Ben'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SrFGLpUD48I/AAAAAAAAAn0/NpNMbHwdmSo/s72-c/Preschool_Doors.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-8427396207896184136</id><published>2009-09-08T09:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T11:02:57.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School 2009</title><content type='html'>The big day finally came.  Hannah was out the door more excited than nervous this morning.  For the past month she has gone back and forth every other five minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SqZb2oHLFVI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/i6nq78kvgZ0/s1600-h/Out_The_Door.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SqZb2oHLFVI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/i6nq78kvgZ0/s320/Out_The_Door.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379087798979204434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben wasn't as excited.  He starts pre-school next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SqZbx9ze0GI/AAAAAAAAAJI/GUDVQBV0dyw/s1600-h/On_The_Porch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SqZbx9ze0GI/AAAAAAAAAJI/GUDVQBV0dyw/s320/On_The_Porch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379087718902845538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She waited patiently at the end of the driveway.  The school district warned us that the bus would be late the first couple of weeks due to pictures and extended good-bye hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SqZbxujMe0I/AAAAAAAAAJA/JH-WuBkGZTA/s1600-h/Waiting_For_The_Bus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SqZbxujMe0I/AAAAAAAAAJA/JH-WuBkGZTA/s320/Waiting_For_The_Bus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379087714808003394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to start our good-byes early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SqZbxEnLtAI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ynavzM4WQFI/s1600-h/Hugging_Good_Bye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SqZbxEnLtAI/AAAAAAAAAI4/ynavzM4WQFI/s320/Hugging_Good_Bye.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379087703550440450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, after stopping five houses up the street and at the corner before that, the bus arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SqZbwyNy_sI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3fpebfINHwQ/s1600-h/Here_It_Comes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SqZbwyNy_sI/AAAAAAAAAIw/3fpebfINHwQ/s320/Here_It_Comes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379087698612125378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus driver asked her name and told her where to sit and then she was off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SqZbwer_mYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/jk5yxqZSr8g/s1600-h/Getting_On.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SqZbwer_mYI/AAAAAAAAAIo/jk5yxqZSr8g/s320/Getting_On.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379087693370071426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope the rest of the day goes as smoothly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-8427396207896184136?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/8427396207896184136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=8427396207896184136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/8427396207896184136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/8427396207896184136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-day-of-school-2009.html' title='First Day of School 2009'/><author><name>Thad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07223253718810241628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SqZb2oHLFVI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/i6nq78kvgZ0/s72-c/Out_The_Door.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-968912127452216358</id><published>2009-08-27T15:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T15:16:54.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Summer Wrap Up!</title><content type='html'>Oh, the end of summer, trying to squeeze the last little bit out of every sunny warm day.  After lots of rain the kids are back out on the jungle gym, Hannah's new trick is dangling from the Monkey bars then dropping to the ground, so far no bruises!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SpbY6FQ3a6I/AAAAAAAAAnc/wOpidiRmjXw/s1600-h/endofsummer-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SpbY6FQ3a6I/AAAAAAAAAnc/wOpidiRmjXw/s320/endofsummer-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374721697670196130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last soccer game.  This year we celebrated after the game with the team and ate pizza and the kids got their medals.  We're proud of her for doing her best and actually trying to kick the ball.  Go Team Avalanche!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SpbY5gZW9ZI/AAAAAAAAAnU/FJfNmBTC29c/s1600-h/endofsummer-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SpbY5gZW9ZI/AAAAAAAAAnU/FJfNmBTC29c/s320/endofsummer-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374721687773705618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jefferson has widened his palette and now eats baby cereal, pears, bananas, squash, sweet potatos, and today, green beans.  Usually though, he's just interested in eating the spoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SpbY5Rym43I/AAAAAAAAAnM/ti0lwJ_qpGg/s1600-h/endofsummer-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SpbY5Rym43I/AAAAAAAAAnM/ti0lwJ_qpGg/s320/endofsummer-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374721683853075314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think you all know that Jefferson is quite mobile now, and he actually did real crawling this morning.  His new trick is "crawl into somewhere I can't get out of and cry for mommy to come save me".  Next up, pull myself up onto anything, he can almost do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SpbY5H87QhI/AAAAAAAAAnE/54oJsF3WqW0/s1600-h/endofsummer-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SpbY5H87QhI/AAAAAAAAAnE/54oJsF3WqW0/s320/endofsummer-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374721681211998738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Hope you're all enjoying the rest of your summer, it's already coolin down here.  School starts in 11 days, we're countin down now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-968912127452216358?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/968912127452216358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=968912127452216358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/968912127452216358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/968912127452216358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2009/08/end-of-summer-wrap-up.html' title='End of Summer Wrap Up!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SpbY6FQ3a6I/AAAAAAAAAnc/wOpidiRmjXw/s72-c/endofsummer-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-6006737146537524312</id><published>2009-08-09T19:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T18:32:15.574-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Mohawk</title><content type='html'>... well, almost. Jefferson had worn his head bald on the sides and back, leaving the top as a 3 inch mohawk. Stacey finally let me chop it (and the tail in the back) down to a more reasonable length. It's still longer than the rest of his hair, but its not as ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SoM-hAkAO2I/AAAAAAAAAIg/wI2I0492zq0/s1600-h/Side_View.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SoM-hAkAO2I/AAAAAAAAAIg/wI2I0492zq0/s320/Side_View.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369203917563378530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stacey thinks he looks exactly like me. I have to admit that the resemblance is closer than with the other two; too bad for Jefferson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SoM-g8zYplI/AAAAAAAAAIY/4LyqSn4Oe1w/s1600-h/No_Mohawk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SoM-g8zYplI/AAAAAAAAAIY/4LyqSn4Oe1w/s320/No_Mohawk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369203916554151506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, we saved the sheared locks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned: The next post of Jefferson will probably be the news that he's crawling.  He's very close right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-6006737146537524312?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/6006737146537524312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=6006737146537524312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/6006737146537524312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/6006737146537524312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2009/08/no-more-mohawk.html' title='No More Mohawk'/><author><name>Thad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07223253718810241628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SoM-hAkAO2I/AAAAAAAAAIg/wI2I0492zq0/s72-c/Side_View.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-992027436754033586</id><published>2009-08-08T22:00:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T22:24:22.831-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sweet Spot</title><content type='html'>From the looks of Ben, it would seem we were going camping for our summer vacation, but no, we headed to Hershey, for some sweet southeastern PA fun.  Ben did bring his sleeping bag, but we left the boots at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/Sn4ugy3KVpI/AAAAAAAAAm8/frRS5Ogh3TY/s1600-h/vacay09-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/Sn4ugy3KVpI/AAAAAAAAAm8/frRS5Ogh3TY/s320/vacay09-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367778946816038546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the weather was rainy when we woke up our first day, we changed our plans and headed to Strasburg Railroad where we rode a restored Victorian rail car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/Sn4ug6Vuh5I/AAAAAAAAAm0/N4_OiyqFzo4/s1600-h/vacay09-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/Sn4ug6Vuh5I/AAAAAAAAAm0/N4_OiyqFzo4/s320/vacay09-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367778948823287698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah learned all about Amish country and enjoyed the ride.  Afterward, we visited the museum and saw an entire warehouse full of trains, Ben and Hannah thought is was great.  Later in the day we went to Chocolate World where we saw a 3D show, took a "tour" of the factory and of course got some yummy souvenirs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/Sn4uZGei1fI/AAAAAAAAAms/VMjlhOPN5wI/s1600-h/vacay09-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/Sn4uZGei1fI/AAAAAAAAAms/VMjlhOPN5wI/s320/vacay09-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367778814642542066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dutch Wonderland, more like kiddie wonderland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/Sn4uY4Ps0lI/AAAAAAAAAmk/OBZTJuJvHRA/s1600-h/vacay09-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/Sn4uY4Ps0lI/AAAAAAAAAmk/OBZTJuJvHRA/s320/vacay09-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367778810822185554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah was tall enough to ride everything, and I think she almost did!  She and Ben were both so excited to ride in bumper cars for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/Sn4uYmzgpEI/AAAAAAAAAmc/wGgWnsp87TY/s1600-h/vacay09-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/Sn4uYmzgpEI/AAAAAAAAAmc/wGgWnsp87TY/s320/vacay09-5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367778806140544066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea! A whole family photo from our photographer, oops, I mean Aunt Juls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/Sn4uYubT-zI/AAAAAAAAAmU/VSHdHPaw1XA/s1600-h/vacay09-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/Sn4uYubT-zI/AAAAAAAAAmU/VSHdHPaw1XA/s320/vacay09-6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367778808186534706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our nanny, um, Aunt Juls, with "Jeffers" on the monorail, the second ride of the day for Jefferson, his first was the gondola boats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/Sn4uHquCahI/AAAAAAAAAmM/sT5aPzSVZ08/s1600-h/vacay09-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/Sn4uHquCahI/AAAAAAAAAmM/sT5aPzSVZ08/s320/vacay09-7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367778515133557266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before heading home, we decided to rely on Ms. GPS to get us to the Crayola Museum in Easton, PA.  It was really great.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/Sn4uHPe2QII/AAAAAAAAAmE/0KszMjbRooM/s1600-h/vacay09-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/Sn4uHPe2QII/AAAAAAAAAmE/0KszMjbRooM/s320/vacay09-8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367778507822088322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah coloring her Model Magic mermaid.  We got all sorts of fun things to bring home.  We even went to a special show to see how they make crayons and markers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/Sn4uG69cChI/AAAAAAAAAl8/QnfSbj9ykCs/s1600-h/vacay09-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/Sn4uG69cChI/AAAAAAAAAl8/QnfSbj9ykCs/s320/vacay09-9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367778502313249298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the museum is for canals, so Ben learned how they worked and spent quite some time making his own canals and floating the boats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/Sn4uGtwwQmI/AAAAAAAAAl0/0Xzh-X-IhRw/s1600-h/vacay09-10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/Sn4uGtwwQmI/AAAAAAAAAl0/0Xzh-X-IhRw/s320/vacay09-10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367778498770387554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So is a family vacation for a family with three kids, going to several different places, and staying in a hotel room possible, OF COURSE IT IS.  And I would even say is was really fun!  Thank you both to Aunt Julie and Aunt Juls for your help, it's more than appreciated.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back soon for a picture of Jefferson's big baby boy hair cut...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-992027436754033586?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/992027436754033586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=992027436754033586' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/992027436754033586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/992027436754033586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2009/08/sweet-spot.html' title='A Sweet Spot'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/Sn4ugy3KVpI/AAAAAAAAAm8/frRS5Ogh3TY/s72-c/vacay09-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-8468842309229622114</id><published>2009-07-30T15:00:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T10:20:59.689-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easy Breezy Summer!</title><content type='html'>Can you tell what kind of summer it has been?  Busy, yes, fun, yes. We've already done so much traveling and visisting family and we're only half done!  Here are some of the highlights so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben's fist time with a sparkler, he was really nervous at first,then got the hang of it.  What's fourth of July without sparklers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SnHuGg7wFKI/AAAAAAAAAlU/g1Z3Jw7ffrs/s1600-h/Summer09-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SnHuGg7wFKI/AAAAAAAAAlU/g1Z3Jw7ffrs/s320/Summer09-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364330426862146722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is as close to "the beach" as my kids have gotten.  We had a great time at Presque Isle with Groompa and Grandma H.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SnHuGulN0DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/ITMhewtSXzo/s1600-h/Summer09-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SnHuGulN0DI/AAAAAAAAAlM/ITMhewtSXzo/s320/Summer09-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364330430525722674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like every winter has it's snow picture, every summer has it's motorcycle kiddie ride picture at Kennywood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SnHuGUsGdAI/AAAAAAAAAlE/FOdAe3JOVF0/s1600-h/Summer09-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SnHuGUsGdAI/AAAAAAAAAlE/FOdAe3JOVF0/s320/Summer09-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364330423575278594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah LOVED the fact that she could touch the bottom of Aunt Jul's pool.  We spent a lot of time in it the week we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SnHuGC1ce9I/AAAAAAAAAk8/pzYQ5sKOeTs/s1600-h/Summer09-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SnHuGC1ce9I/AAAAAAAAAk8/pzYQ5sKOeTs/s320/Summer09-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364330418782632914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jefferson enjoying all there is to see at Story book forest at Idlewild Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SnHuWUYcW9I/AAAAAAAAAls/KaSJgj3QHHs/s1600-h/Summer09-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SnHuWUYcW9I/AAAAAAAAAls/KaSJgj3QHHs/s320/Summer09-5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364330698370735058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ball pit was SO MUCH FUN, even I went in and took a "ball bath" as Ben called it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SnHuWFdO3yI/AAAAAAAAAlk/icaduZYhkQ8/s1600-h/Summer09-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SnHuWFdO3yI/AAAAAAAAAlk/icaduZYhkQ8/s320/Summer09-6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364330694364290850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the cousins, Evy got her fill of hugging baby Jefferson, and we had a great time with her all week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SnHuV2kEY1I/AAAAAAAAAlc/z1fpo9P7MWs/s1600-h/Summer09-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SnHuV2kEY1I/AAAAAAAAAlc/z1fpo9P7MWs/s320/Summer09-7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364330690366432082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this isn't all we've been up to.  Every week we have playdates with friends, swim at our friends houses, Hannah's soccer games, VBS at church, cookouts, outdoor concerts at the park and so on.  In the next month we'll be going on vacation to Hershey and getting Hannah ready for kindergarten, she's really looking forward to school shopping, daddy-not so much!  Hope you're having a great summer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-8468842309229622114?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/8468842309229622114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=8468842309229622114' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/8468842309229622114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/8468842309229622114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2009/07/easy-breezy-summer.html' title='Easy Breezy Summer!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SnHuGg7wFKI/AAAAAAAAAlU/g1Z3Jw7ffrs/s72-c/Summer09-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-2003851227447576245</id><published>2009-06-26T22:13:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T22:28:26.947-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben's Three!</title><content type='html'>The excitement has been going for a whole week now!  Ben's birthday celebrations started last saturday when his friends came over for a party.  Like last year, the weather did not cooperate, so we partied inside.  The kids kept busy with punch balloons, noise makers, and dance music.  We even went on a special scavenger hunt to find the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben thought his cake (decorated with m&amp;ms) was super delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SkWBGCbg1iI/AAAAAAAAAk0/JqSRGl23Iyg/s1600-h/Ben3-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SkWBGCbg1iI/AAAAAAAAAk0/JqSRGl23Iyg/s320/Ben3-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351825672931169826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoarding all the ballons, but having a really good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SkWBGJ6kGLI/AAAAAAAAAks/7tqjnRUem50/s1600-h/Ben3-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SkWBGJ6kGLI/AAAAAAAAAks/7tqjnRUem50/s320/Ben3-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351825674940455090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Tuesday, his actual birthday, he opened all his yellow presents from us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SkWBF8Wu11I/AAAAAAAAAkk/CJdHaMw3pCg/s1600-h/Ben3-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SkWBF8Wu11I/AAAAAAAAAkk/CJdHaMw3pCg/s320/Ben3-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351825671300503378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinosaurs, he's been waiting for these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SkWA6eVyUsI/AAAAAAAAAkc/DHiV2pGdi3s/s1600-h/Ben3-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SkWA6eVyUsI/AAAAAAAAAkc/DHiV2pGdi3s/s320/Ben3-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351825474264912578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah and Jefferson did a good job of sitting back and letting Ben enjoy the spotlight, well, really it was for about five minutes, Hannah was very excited about new toys in the house and couldn't wait to get her hands on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SkWA6bdsZsI/AAAAAAAAAkU/yvnpvR0L0fc/s1600-h/Ben3-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SkWA6bdsZsI/AAAAAAAAAkU/yvnpvR0L0fc/s320/Ben3-5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351825473492772546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His new digger for the yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SkWA6I6w2fI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Muosrxgdjgc/s1600-h/Ben3-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SkWA6I6w2fI/AAAAAAAAAkM/Muosrxgdjgc/s320/Ben3-6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351825468514425330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing "Happy Birthday" again with his cookie cake today, it was another day of gift opening from Daddy's side of the family.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SkWA51mkWhI/AAAAAAAAAkE/q8ffiZMhjC8/s1600-h/Ben3-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SkWA51mkWhI/AAAAAAAAAkE/q8ffiZMhjC8/s320/Ben3-7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351825463329446418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben had a really fabulous birthday week, thanks for all the gifts everyone!  I think Ben is starting to get how special he is and that we love him so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-2003851227447576245?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/2003851227447576245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=2003851227447576245' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/2003851227447576245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/2003851227447576245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2009/06/bens-three.html' title='Ben&apos;s Three!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SkWBGCbg1iI/AAAAAAAAAk0/JqSRGl23Iyg/s72-c/Ben3-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-5543282905619561223</id><published>2009-06-11T14:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T15:00:29.597-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Four month celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SjFTFxb2F6I/AAAAAAAAAj8/9V7P7nIFqIw/s1600-h/Jefferson-fourmonths.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SjFTFxb2F6I/AAAAAAAAAj8/9V7P7nIFqIw/s320/Jefferson-fourmonths.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346145591300069282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea!  Four months!  We were so happy for Jefferson we took a trip to the doctor's office, which went exceptionally well considering I took all three kids, and then we came home to make delicous oatmeal cranberry cookies.  I'm sure Jefferson appreciates that we're having a good time on his four month anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, can you see which children share the same eyes, someone is going to be a lot like his big sister (um, not Ben!).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-5543282905619561223?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/5543282905619561223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=5543282905619561223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/5543282905619561223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/5543282905619561223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2009/06/four-month-celebration.html' title='Four month celebration'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SjFTFxb2F6I/AAAAAAAAAj8/9V7P7nIFqIw/s72-c/Jefferson-fourmonths.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-5770618962084294264</id><published>2009-06-01T21:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T22:04:03.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Woohoo!  It's finally finished!</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's like I can't believe it's finally done.  Most of you know what a project this was.  It's done, and the kids love it.  The only way I got them off it this morning was them knowing we were going out for donuts, it is National Donut Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call it a swing set, call it a jungle gym, I call it outdoor entertainment for the next ten years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SiSHR24MatI/AAAAAAAAAj0/O-kF3Bap8mk/s1600-h/swingset1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SiSHR24MatI/AAAAAAAAAj0/O-kF3Bap8mk/s320/swingset1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342543798826986194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Hannah and Ben were out, Jefferson and I cleaned up the kitchen.  Well, I cleaned, he sat in the high chair and smiled at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SiSHRnrbt3I/AAAAAAAAAjs/NkWSZHghimE/s1600-h/swingset2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SiSHRnrbt3I/AAAAAAAAAjs/NkWSZHghimE/s320/swingset2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342543794746931058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-5770618962084294264?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/5770618962084294264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=5770618962084294264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/5770618962084294264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/5770618962084294264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2009/06/woohoo-its-finally-finished.html' title='Woohoo!  It&apos;s finally finished!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SiSHR24MatI/AAAAAAAAAj0/O-kF3Bap8mk/s72-c/swingset1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-4351695076650749853</id><published>2009-05-29T16:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T16:18:18.305-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All Grown Up!</title><content type='html'>Hannah's preschool journey is over, and we have already begun the transition to kindergarten.  Wednesday was her last day, and they celebrated with a beach party.  She loved wearing her beach outfit to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SiBAWXo278I/AAAAAAAAAjk/6lSDjdFcp1Q/s1600-h/Hannah%27slastdaypreschool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SiBAWXo278I/AAAAAAAAAjk/6lSDjdFcp1Q/s320/Hannah%27slastdaypreschool.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341339911108095938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have already gone to her kindergarten transition workshops at the elementary school and the teachers agree on one thing:  she is so ready!  I hope I can keep her busy enough this summer and the excitement of going doesn't wear off.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, we can't forget about Ben, he's getting ready to start his preschool journey.  He is also very excited and I'm happy he gets to do something that is considered "being big".  He even just learned how to ride his tricycle, he still needs practice, but it's nice to see him learning new things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will Jefferson be doing, coming back to work with mommy of course, hopefully I'll be teaching a baby class or two!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-4351695076650749853?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/4351695076650749853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=4351695076650749853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/4351695076650749853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/4351695076650749853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-grown-up.html' title='All Grown Up!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SiBAWXo278I/AAAAAAAAAjk/6lSDjdFcp1Q/s72-c/Hannah%27slastdaypreschool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-7015934800070671930</id><published>2009-05-22T14:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T14:43:14.859-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stayin cool!</title><content type='html'>I've had some requests for new Jefferson pictures.  These are him this week just hanging out and staying cool in the heat (it was 93 yesterday).  He hit the three month mark so I brought out all the summer outfits we received.  There's nothing cuter than a baby in the summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/ShbxLSr3yeI/AAAAAAAAAjc/tYDavx0DafA/s1600-h/Stayincool-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/ShbxLSr3yeI/AAAAAAAAAjc/tYDavx0DafA/s320/Stayincool-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338719584591006178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/ShbxLIjU1hI/AAAAAAAAAjU/bpDNjExZ__g/s1600-h/stayincool-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/ShbxLIjU1hI/AAAAAAAAAjU/bpDNjExZ__g/s320/stayincool-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338719581870806546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/ShbxK27_arI/AAAAAAAAAjM/J4Aw29sMZIM/s1600-h/stayincool-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/ShbxK27_arI/AAAAAAAAAjM/J4Aw29sMZIM/s320/stayincool-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338719577142422194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a great Memorial Day weekend.  We're planning on staying home and doing family stuff, I'm sure there will grilling and lots of food involved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-7015934800070671930?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/7015934800070671930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=7015934800070671930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/7015934800070671930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/7015934800070671930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2009/05/stayin-cool.html' title='Stayin cool!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/ShbxLSr3yeI/AAAAAAAAAjc/tYDavx0DafA/s72-c/Stayincool-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-1873805538013443867</id><published>2009-05-10T20:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T08:43:20.148-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Perfect Day for Mom</title><content type='html'>I could not have asked for a better Mother's Day than the one I had today.  I'm so lucky to have kids and a husband who love me so much!  This morning I opened my treasure-themed presents, the National Treasure 2 DVD and a beautiful mom's ring with the kids birhtstones.  The idea being that I am very treasured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SgdwbNbnNwI/AAAAAAAAAjE/mF9SYuuIKyA/s1600-h/momsday09-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SgdwbNbnNwI/AAAAAAAAAjE/mF9SYuuIKyA/s320/momsday09-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334355896407897858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the day outside at &lt;a href="http://nysparks.state.ny.us/parks/info.asp?parkId=93"&gt;Taughannock Falls&lt;/a&gt; in the Finger Lakes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SgdwbFGilII/AAAAAAAAAi8/-IfKm6_BTuI/s1600-h/momsday09-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SgdwbFGilII/AAAAAAAAAi8/-IfKm6_BTuI/s320/momsday09-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334355894172030082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids did great hiking and I loved being out with the family in this beautiful spot.  I'm hoping we'll make it a tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/Sgdwa77uiII/AAAAAAAAAi0/5dWY3n8AIP8/s1600-h/momsday09-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/Sgdwa77uiII/AAAAAAAAAi0/5dWY3n8AIP8/s320/momsday09-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334355891710756994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-1873805538013443867?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/1873805538013443867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=1873805538013443867' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/1873805538013443867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/1873805538013443867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2009/05/perfect-day-for-mom.html' title='A Perfect Day for Mom'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SgdwbNbnNwI/AAAAAAAAAjE/mF9SYuuIKyA/s72-c/momsday09-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-7386865514878161683</id><published>2009-05-04T13:50:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T17:23:57.037-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ni hao!</title><content type='html'>Ni hao from Hannah and Ben.  They loved their chinese outfits so much I decided they can wear them for pajamas, why not right?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/Sf8rUvpuzvI/AAAAAAAAAis/tQmHuWcNyuw/s1600-h/Nai-how1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/Sf8rUvpuzvI/AAAAAAAAAis/tQmHuWcNyuw/s320/Nai-how1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332028119218835186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was busy getting pictures of Hannah and Ben, Jefferson was busy practicing on the guitar, he'll be jammin with everyone very soon I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/Sf8rUjftkEI/AAAAAAAAAik/bUBde0-DyAE/s1600-h/Nai-how2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/Sf8rUjftkEI/AAAAAAAAAik/bUBde0-DyAE/s320/Nai-how2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332028115955585090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fun weekend and hope you did too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-7386865514878161683?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/7386865514878161683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=7386865514878161683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/7386865514878161683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/7386865514878161683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2009/05/ni-hao.html' title='Ni hao!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/Sf8rUvpuzvI/AAAAAAAAAis/tQmHuWcNyuw/s72-c/Nai-how1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-7206631200168697938</id><published>2009-04-25T19:47:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T20:48:48.538-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jam Session</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.bestbuy.com"&gt;Best Buy&lt;/a&gt; had a &lt;a href="http://hub.guitarhero.com/"&gt;Guitar Hero&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.bestbuy.com/site/olspage.jsp?skuId=8802389&amp;type=product&amp;id=1206141490979"&gt;guitar&lt;/a&gt; on sale this week.  I decided to get it so we can play multiplayer on our next guys game night.  Hannah has been watching me play and wanted to try it herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SfOhewDsr_I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/pW_cABve-is/s1600-h/Jam_Hannah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SfOhewDsr_I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/pW_cABve-is/s320/Jam_Hannah.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328780333777989618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted she was playing in &lt;em&gt;practice&lt;/em&gt; mode so she wouldn't get booed off the stage, but she was having fun rocking the living room.  I got Ben to join in on the bass for a co-op jam session.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SfOhenpQY6I/AAAAAAAAAII/xRGSDPulKzc/s1600-h/Jam_Ben.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SfOhenpQY6I/AAAAAAAAAII/xRGSDPulKzc/s320/Jam_Ben.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328780331519599522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah decided to get in close behind Ben for the big instrumental section; or maybe she just couldn't stand Ben getting pictures by himself.  Either way they look quite cool together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SfOheiPtG_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/F-TWbKDewXM/s1600-h/Jam_Together.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SfOheiPtG_I/AAAAAAAAAIA/F-TWbKDewXM/s320/Jam_Together.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328780330070252530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're now looking for an agent and another venue for their next gig.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-7206631200168697938?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/7206631200168697938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=7206631200168697938' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/7206631200168697938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/7206631200168697938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2009/04/jam-session.html' title='Jam Session'/><author><name>Thad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07223253718810241628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SfOhewDsr_I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/pW_cABve-is/s72-c/Jam_Hannah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-1669147849883054719</id><published>2009-04-13T18:04:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T09:01:03.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Day Celebration</title><content type='html'>This Easter went as most Easter's do: an egg hunt, candy for breakfast, dress up for church, candy for lunch, relax and nap, ham and candy for dinner, and at our house, carrot cake for dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That Easter bunny sure was clever this year, it took Hannah awhile to find her hanging basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SeO3TI2J1wI/AAAAAAAAAic/oo00KtDmn5g/s1600-h/Easter2009-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SeO3TI2J1wI/AAAAAAAAAic/oo00KtDmn5g/s320/Easter2009-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324300723902076674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already breaking into the chocolate bunnies, he received other fun things from bunny too, a watering can and digger, plastic snakes, fish crackers and a lollipop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SeO3TH_L0MI/AAAAAAAAAiU/xXhKdj75bjU/s1600-h/Easter2009-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SeO3TH_L0MI/AAAAAAAAAiU/xXhKdj75bjU/s320/Easter2009-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324300723671519426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their Sunday best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SeO3S43FlPI/AAAAAAAAAiM/5qKrSIrcp44/s1600-h/Easter2009-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SeO3S43FlPI/AAAAAAAAAiM/5qKrSIrcp44/s320/Easter2009-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324300719611024626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jefferson looks quite dapper in his baby Easter outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SeO3S3y03tI/AAAAAAAAAiE/sKU37gctUe8/s1600-h/Easter2009-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SeO3S3y03tI/AAAAAAAAAiE/sKU37gctUe8/s320/Easter2009-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324300719324716754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great one, hope you did yoo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-1669147849883054719?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/1669147849883054719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=1669147849883054719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/1669147849883054719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/1669147849883054719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-day-celebration.html' title='Easter Day Celebration'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SeO3TI2J1wI/AAAAAAAAAic/oo00KtDmn5g/s72-c/Easter2009-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-1646760801668530437</id><published>2009-04-08T21:35:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T09:00:40.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Two months and growing</title><content type='html'>Jefferson is quite a different baby than he was a month ago.  He's got at least a pound of new baby chubbiness added, he looks at you when he talks to him, and even cracks a smile every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/Sd1RUfGnNII/AAAAAAAAAh8/aebbdW0MqHo/s1600-h/Twomonths-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/Sd1RUfGnNII/AAAAAAAAAh8/aebbdW0MqHo/s320/Twomonths-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322499747010262146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smirk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/Sd1RUVWM_1I/AAAAAAAAAh0/XUuAyZbs2ao/s1600-h/Twomonths-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/Sd1RUVWM_1I/AAAAAAAAAh0/XUuAyZbs2ao/s320/Twomonths-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322499744391298898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call this the "I'm going to get cranky really soon".  Sorry it's sideways, I don't know why blogger did this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/Sd1RUIL237I/AAAAAAAAAhs/J2w4kxus0zU/s1600-h/Twomonths-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/Sd1RUIL237I/AAAAAAAAAhs/J2w4kxus0zU/s320/Twomonths-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322499740858245042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can only imagine what he's thinking, probably, "I'm hungry".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/Sd1RKZ4N-WI/AAAAAAAAAhk/HNxKrJ4OMag/s1600-h/Twomonths-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/Sd1RKZ4N-WI/AAAAAAAAAhk/HNxKrJ4OMag/s320/Twomonths-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322499573809019234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know I can lift my head high enough to see mommy, she's behind that bright orange light somewhere".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/Sd1RKP3RUJI/AAAAAAAAAhc/R6hBN2iQ4CY/s1600-h/Twomonths-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/Sd1RKP3RUJI/AAAAAAAAAhc/R6hBN2iQ4CY/s320/Twomonths-5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322499571120689298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my blogs have been longer lately, with more pictures, but it's so hard to choose just one when he's so cute and does different things.  I hope this helps all of you to know him better.  Have a great Easter everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-1646760801668530437?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/1646760801668530437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=1646760801668530437' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/1646760801668530437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/1646760801668530437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2009/04/two-months-and-growing.html' title='Two months and growing'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/Sd1RUfGnNII/AAAAAAAAAh8/aebbdW0MqHo/s72-c/Twomonths-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-2393906535351352290</id><published>2009-04-02T22:26:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T22:40:28.474-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ben Block Tower</title><content type='html'>Ben asked me to build a "Ben block tower."  I don't know about you, but I have trouble telling them apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SdV2CmYLz3I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ezRJvL6QArY/s1600-h/Ben_Tower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SdV2CmYLz3I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ezRJvL6QArY/s320/Ben_Tower.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320288321841909618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, the whole point of building a block tower is to knock it over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SdV2IZZ8RWI/AAAAAAAAAH4/mxWUfqMtSX0/s1600-h/Knocked_Over.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SdV2IZZ8RWI/AAAAAAAAAH4/mxWUfqMtSX0/s320/Knocked_Over.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320288421438834018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-2393906535351352290?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/2393906535351352290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=2393906535351352290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/2393906535351352290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/2393906535351352290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2009/04/ben-block-tower.html' title='Ben Block Tower'/><author><name>Thad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07223253718810241628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SdV2CmYLz3I/AAAAAAAAAHo/ezRJvL6QArY/s72-c/Ben_Tower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-9052711279364409325</id><published>2009-03-31T22:25:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T22:29:58.702-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mommy, let's play dirt"</title><content type='html'>Little boys.  Little boys and dirt.  This day probably ranks among the best ever for Ben.  It made us feel good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SdLQ0IyLUWI/AAAAAAAAAhU/Y_BZpyEtEBw/s1600-h/dirt1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SdLQ0IyLUWI/AAAAAAAAAhU/Y_BZpyEtEBw/s320/dirt1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319543704007692642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SdLQz0SB6BI/AAAAAAAAAhM/07mKntFEthM/s1600-h/dirt2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SdLQz0SB6BI/AAAAAAAAAhM/07mKntFEthM/s320/dirt2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319543698504149010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SdLQzvXTrRI/AAAAAAAAAhE/v-JGgij1Ync/s1600-h/dirt3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SdLQzvXTrRI/AAAAAAAAAhE/v-JGgij1Ync/s320/dirt3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319543697184107794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya, I did some laundry the next day, it was worth it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-9052711279364409325?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/9052711279364409325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=9052711279364409325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/9052711279364409325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/9052711279364409325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2009/03/mommy-lets-play-dirt.html' title='&quot;Mommy, let&apos;s play dirt&quot;'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SdLQ0IyLUWI/AAAAAAAAAhU/Y_BZpyEtEBw/s72-c/dirt1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-8323936600216758194</id><published>2009-03-24T18:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T18:28:02.195-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuzzy Wuzzy was a baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/ScleNNQA1oI/AAAAAAAAAg8/IvGYMo1mbms/s1600-h/fuzzywuzzy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/ScleNNQA1oI/AAAAAAAAAg8/IvGYMo1mbms/s320/fuzzywuzzy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316884416075716226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last cool day for him to wear this, it's just starting to fit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-8323936600216758194?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/8323936600216758194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=8323936600216758194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/8323936600216758194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/8323936600216758194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2009/03/fuzzy-wuzzy-was-baby.html' title='Fuzzy Wuzzy was a baby'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/ScleNNQA1oI/AAAAAAAAAg8/IvGYMo1mbms/s72-c/fuzzywuzzy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-5799500582002836401</id><published>2009-03-22T22:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T11:39:15.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Big babies</title><content type='html'>I'm quite certain that I came from the hospital with only one baby, yet there were three in my living room this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is definitely a real baby, and the hand's free sling is really working for both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/Scbvy3gs-qI/AAAAAAAAAg0/JuKSkDgLWRw/s1600-h/bigbabies3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/Scbvy3gs-qI/AAAAAAAAAg0/JuKSkDgLWRw/s320/bigbabies3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316200067331062434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not so sure about this baby, he's not fooling me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/ScbvywlGUkI/AAAAAAAAAgs/11fNojHbuyE/s1600-h/bigbabies2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/ScbvywlGUkI/AAAAAAAAAgs/11fNojHbuyE/s320/bigbabies2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316200065470452290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is way too much hair for a baby, she's not fooling me either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/ScbvyQMr4MI/AAAAAAAAAgk/bIHn476DuzY/s1600-h/bigbabies1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/ScbvyQMr4MI/AAAAAAAAAgk/bIHn476DuzY/s320/bigbabies1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316200056778121410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this was a lot of fun for the kids, and pretty amusing to me too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-5799500582002836401?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/5799500582002836401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=5799500582002836401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/5799500582002836401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/5799500582002836401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2009/03/big-babies.html' title='Big babies'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/Scbvy3gs-qI/AAAAAAAAAg0/JuKSkDgLWRw/s72-c/bigbabies3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-6740783691996573430</id><published>2009-03-18T22:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T23:16:09.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All I could ask for</title><content type='html'>It was my birthday today.  I had a really great day.  My kids finally actually understood that something wasn't for them, and they can be happy making someone else happy.  Can you ask for more than that?  I feel like I have more right now than some people have in an entire lifetime.  So, bring on the birthdays, I'm ready!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy entertained all three kids at the same time while I chilled on the couch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/ScGsqNJ1kYI/AAAAAAAAAgc/0V6RI08SyjM/s1600-h/Mom%27sbday-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/ScGsqNJ1kYI/AAAAAAAAAgc/0V6RI08SyjM/s320/Mom%27sbday-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314718876359299458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed a little help with all those candles I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/ScGsp_XMZ3I/AAAAAAAAAgU/VKTgT9wHTag/s1600-h/Mom%27sbday-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/ScGsp_XMZ3I/AAAAAAAAAgU/VKTgT9wHTag/s320/Mom%27sbday-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314718872657225586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for all the calls, facebook posts, e-cards, sent cards, and good wishes.  Love you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-6740783691996573430?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/6740783691996573430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=6740783691996573430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/6740783691996573430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/6740783691996573430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-i-could-ask-for.html' title='All I could ask for'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/ScGsqNJ1kYI/AAAAAAAAAgc/0V6RI08SyjM/s72-c/Mom%27sbday-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-1452690428841686579</id><published>2009-03-11T17:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T17:32:21.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Month Today!</title><content type='html'>Wow, a month! Sometimes it feels like more, and sometimes less.  But, as the time flies by I feel like I know Jefferson more and more.  He's changing quickly, as you can see, he was actually awake for his picture today and bright eyed.  He loves to sit in his chair and look up toward the light in the window.  He's somewhat more happy than he has been, and we're still figuring out how to keep him that way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SbgsvEHwlXI/AAAAAAAAAgM/LOfjaf-bno4/s1600-h/Jefferson-onemonth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SbgsvEHwlXI/AAAAAAAAAgM/LOfjaf-bno4/s320/Jefferson-onemonth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312044947555259762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-1452690428841686579?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/1452690428841686579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=1452690428841686579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/1452690428841686579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/1452690428841686579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2009/03/one-month-today.html' title='One Month Today!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SbgsvEHwlXI/AAAAAAAAAgM/LOfjaf-bno4/s72-c/Jefferson-onemonth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-5138520742897094599</id><published>2009-02-26T12:27:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T12:10:39.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabulous Five!</title><content type='html'>I am sure most of you can remember to back when Hannah was born.  She was our fireball baby, and now has grown up into our fireball big girl.  It's been quite a journey and none of us would have missed it for anything!  Her birthday today wasn't perfect, but I think she knows just how special she is to all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it is possible to wear eight presents at a time, she also has new garden clogs on her feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SabeMzBuiLI/AAAAAAAAAgE/XusB-yMVCa4/s1600-h/Hannah%27s5-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SabeMzBuiLI/AAAAAAAAAgE/XusB-yMVCa4/s320/Hannah%27s5-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307173522339956914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She actually thought we got her a box of pull-ups, it was really a watering can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SabeMk__7HI/AAAAAAAAAf8/1hpor_8evec/s1600-h/Hannah%27s5-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SabeMk__7HI/AAAAAAAAAf8/1hpor_8evec/s320/Hannah%27s5-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307173518574611570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's a birthday without a grandma here to visit.  Grandma Hampton is here this week helping out and celebrating with Hannah, who is glued to her side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SabeMqNtq1I/AAAAAAAAAf0/hSMIoFHTvJM/s1600-h/Hannah%27s5-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SabeMqNtq1I/AAAAAAAAAf0/hSMIoFHTvJM/s320/Hannah%27s5-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307173519974312786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's my party and I'll cry if I want to.  Luckily, it only lasted a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SabRxa1fdVI/AAAAAAAAAfU/x796bCP5tJA/s1600-h/Hannah%27s5-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SabRxa1fdVI/AAAAAAAAAfU/x796bCP5tJA/s320/Hannah%27s5-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307159857850185042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch at Applebee's with ice cream for dessert.  This is her 2nd round of ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SabRhzO3EqI/AAAAAAAAAfM/7PC90RoBQk0/s1600-h/Hannah%27s5-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SabRhzO3EqI/AAAAAAAAAfM/7PC90RoBQk0/s320/Hannah%27s5-5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307159589521134242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jefferson celebrated his two-week birthday the same as last week: more sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SabRh_FsHAI/AAAAAAAAAfE/VSTxeUXZLjA/s1600-h/Hannah%27s5-6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SabRh_FsHAI/AAAAAAAAAfE/VSTxeUXZLjA/s320/Hannah%27s5-6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307159592703892482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much happier now, her and Ben used the paints he picked out for her.  And, the cowgirl hat from Groompa suits her very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SabRhx-rZKI/AAAAAAAAAe8/ZuuS0HvAx14/s1600-h/Hannah%27s5-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SabRhx-rZKI/AAAAAAAAAe8/ZuuS0HvAx14/s320/Hannah%27s5-7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307159589184824482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some Wii bowling Hannah had her third round of ice cream cake, she didn't eat much though and said she had a tummy ache.  Ben on the other hand dove right in to his frosting, can you tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SabRhxhYa7I/AAAAAAAAAe0/Scz5SVrKs0w/s1600-h/Hannah%27s5-8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SabRhxhYa7I/AAAAAAAAAe0/Scz5SVrKs0w/s320/Hannah%27s5-8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307159589061946290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the cards and calls.  We'll be posting more pictures on Kodak soon in case all these weren't enough!  Hannah still has one more party to go too, her two close friends are coming over Saturday afternoon for a pretend slumber party.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-5138520742897094599?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/5138520742897094599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=5138520742897094599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/5138520742897094599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/5138520742897094599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2009/02/fabulous-five.html' title='Fabulous Five!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SabeMzBuiLI/AAAAAAAAAgE/XusB-yMVCa4/s72-c/Hannah%27s5-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-6524869118036725020</id><published>2009-02-18T20:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T20:47:11.474-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jefferson's first week</title><content type='html'>What a week!  And everything has been so wonderful.  Really.  Jefferson is a great baby:  eats well, sleeps through the night (in between feedings of course), cries little, and doesn't seem to mind the noise from a big brother and sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma Esek makes things easier of course, it's good to have her here, and Hannah is right along side her being a helper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SZy28NlzzBI/AAAAAAAAAes/Nc6atW927E8/s1600-h/Jeffie-oneweek2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SZy28NlzzBI/AAAAAAAAAes/Nc6atW927E8/s320/Jeffie-oneweek2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304315606692252690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping, this is his favorite activity, we're okay with that for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SZy275svHjI/AAAAAAAAAek/WyFXbIOioeQ/s1600-h/Jeffie-oneweek1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SZy275svHjI/AAAAAAAAAek/WyFXbIOioeQ/s320/Jeffie-oneweek1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304315601352597042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone for all the cards and calls and good wishes.  We'll be out and about soon and then you can all oooo and ahhh at our little peanut.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-6524869118036725020?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/6524869118036725020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=6524869118036725020' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/6524869118036725020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/6524869118036725020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2009/02/jeffersons-first-week.html' title='Jefferson&apos;s first week'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SZy28NlzzBI/AAAAAAAAAes/Nc6atW927E8/s72-c/Jeffie-oneweek2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-6803722009984399631</id><published>2009-02-14T13:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T14:14:28.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Home for Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>Stacey and Jefferson are finally home.  I say finally, but he wasn't supposed to come out until Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Valentine's day; I don't think we're going out to dinner tonight, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SZcUSABKDMI/AAAAAAAAAHY/l9O9sSpkSBE/s1600-h/Last_Hospital_Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SZcUSABKDMI/AAAAAAAAAHY/l9O9sSpkSBE/s320/Last_Hospital_Day.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302729385727102146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Patty sent Jeff a gift package that included his very own Terrible Towel; not a bad team to be born into fanhood for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SZcUSc-N32I/AAAAAAAAAHg/YP1lKSq0sNk/s1600-h/Terrible_Jeff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SZcUSc-N32I/AAAAAAAAAHg/YP1lKSq0sNk/s320/Terrible_Jeff.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302729393499397986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-6803722009984399631?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/6803722009984399631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=6803722009984399631' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/6803722009984399631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/6803722009984399631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2009/02/home-for-valentines-day.html' title='Home for Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Thad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07223253718810241628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SZcUSABKDMI/AAAAAAAAAHY/l9O9sSpkSBE/s72-c/Last_Hospital_Day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-5823812811906319004</id><published>2009-02-12T13:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T14:04:12.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Siblings</title><content type='html'>Those cheeks! Well, they're definitely siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SZXCbfhQ4SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/bLnjy3PCg6M/s1600-h/Siblings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SZXCbfhQ4SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/bLnjy3PCg6M/s320/Siblings.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302357913871900962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-5823812811906319004?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/5823812811906319004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=5823812811906319004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/5823812811906319004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/5823812811906319004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2009/02/siblings.html' title='Siblings'/><author><name>Thad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07223253718810241628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SZXCbfhQ4SI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/bLnjy3PCg6M/s72-c/Siblings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-2776677034603236819</id><published>2009-02-11T17:20:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T10:24:38.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahead of Schedule</title><content type='html'>Apparently our third (and final) child isn't a fan of sticking to the plan.  The &lt;em&gt;plan&lt;/em&gt; was to go in Monday, February 16 for a scheduled C-section.  Instead, Jefferson Mathew decided he was ready today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He weighed in at a respectable 7lb 8.5oz.  Not bad for 11 days before the real due date.  Aunt Patty is the baby poll official.  She'll have to declare a winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SZNPeICJDcI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KbGHH3nhsUM/s1600-h/Jefferson_Weight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SZNPeICJDcI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KbGHH3nhsUM/s320/Jefferson_Weight.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301668565316341186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here is the whole family.  We're all admiring the full head of soft, thick black hair.  There's no question he gets that from his Pap; I guess we got the middle name right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SZNPeQ7W5II/AAAAAAAAAHI/2OkJjvLtXLo/s1600-h/Family_Jeff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SZNPeQ7W5II/AAAAAAAAAHI/2OkJjvLtXLo/s320/Family_Jeff.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301668567703807106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Mom and Baby are recovering very well.  They'll probably come home this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben is still more intrigued than anything else.  Hopefully, these two will grow to be best buds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SZNPeUEbJHI/AAAAAAAAAHA/yb5K6THnXhs/s1600-h/Brothers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SZNPeUEbJHI/AAAAAAAAAHA/yb5K6THnXhs/s320/Brothers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301668568547140722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah takes great pride in her role as big sister.  She'll always let us know when her brother is having issues - and later when he &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; the issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SZNPeOek50I/AAAAAAAAAG4/yPUBXJVUcRI/s1600-h/Big_Sister.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SZNPeOek50I/AAAAAAAAAG4/yPUBXJVUcRI/s320/Big_Sister.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301668567046219586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll try to keep you up to date, but first Dad needs to recover from 2 hours of random sleep in the past 40 hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-2776677034603236819?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/2776677034603236819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=2776677034603236819' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/2776677034603236819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/2776677034603236819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2009/02/ahead-of-schedule.html' title='Ahead of Schedule'/><author><name>Thad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07223253718810241628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SZNPeICJDcI/AAAAAAAAAGw/KbGHH3nhsUM/s72-c/Jefferson_Weight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-2560812161902846542</id><published>2009-02-04T21:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T09:02:10.472-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This year's snow picture</title><content type='html'>Every year, come December or January, we get a really great shot of the kids in the snow.  This year it happened to be February, when it warmed up to 27 degrees for a day.  It felt so good for them to get outside, and I'm sure they enjoyed themselves too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SY7lqqHseLI/AAAAAAAAAGo/SV6-64QLBZ4/s1600-h/Wintersnowpic_fix.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SY7lqqHseLI/AAAAAAAAAGo/SV6-64QLBZ4/s320/Wintersnowpic_fix.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300426332485482674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Winter! How many more months?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-2560812161902846542?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/2560812161902846542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=2560812161902846542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/2560812161902846542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/2560812161902846542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-years-snow-picture.html' title='This year&apos;s snow picture'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SY7lqqHseLI/AAAAAAAAAGo/SV6-64QLBZ4/s72-c/Wintersnowpic_fix.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-9119006918135672910</id><published>2009-01-18T16:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T16:26:40.642-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Steelers!</title><content type='html'>They're a litte excited, and I don't think they even realize what an important game it is.  They'll be up cheering till bedtime, and driving daddy crazy while running in front of the tv.  Oh well, Steelers fans are pretty fanatical.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SXOd2CFECkI/AAAAAAAAAeU/rI11MpqCVGc/s1600-h/GoSteelers!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SXOd2CFECkI/AAAAAAAAAeU/rI11MpqCVGc/s320/GoSteelers!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292747538687068738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-9119006918135672910?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/9119006918135672910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=9119006918135672910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/9119006918135672910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/9119006918135672910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2009/01/go-steelers.html' title='Go Steelers!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SXOd2CFECkI/AAAAAAAAAeU/rI11MpqCVGc/s72-c/GoSteelers!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-8460737394349382922</id><published>2009-01-08T14:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T14:57:52.421-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas at Gram and Pap's</title><content type='html'>A few days after Christmas, we had ourselves a merry little Christmas all over again.  But this one isn't quite as little, there are more people involved and lots more food and candy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They think that ALL those presents are just for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SWZYCV0u75I/AAAAAAAAAeM/7Py1FZaeaoY/s1600-h/Christmasatgrams08-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SWZYCV0u75I/AAAAAAAAAeM/7Py1FZaeaoY/s320/Christmasatgrams08-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289011609634533266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the favorite presents, Pat Pat Rocket from Aunt Juls and Uncle Tim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SWZYCaq97PI/AAAAAAAAAeE/tbhspfvjhUc/s1600-h/Christmasatgrams08-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SWZYCaq97PI/AAAAAAAAAeE/tbhspfvjhUc/s320/Christmasatgrams08-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289011610935749874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No trip to Gram's over Christmas is complete without a train ride at the mall, and Evy was able to join us, the more the merrier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SWZYBmOFzoI/AAAAAAAAAd8/KwBEkiWu8sk/s1600-h/Christmasatgrams08-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SWZYBmOFzoI/AAAAAAAAAd8/KwBEkiWu8sk/s320/Christmasatgrams08-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289011596855987842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SWZX0eGsxKI/AAAAAAAAAd0/zigBz-kbSW8/s1600-h/Christmasatgrams08-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SWZX0eGsxKI/AAAAAAAAAd0/zigBz-kbSW8/s320/Christmasatgrams08-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289011371339203746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the week, Ben was pretty worn out, so he took comfort in Daddy's new Steeler's blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SWZX0GY4Y8I/AAAAAAAAAds/TuZFt2dX6LI/s1600-h/Christmasatgrams08-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SWZX0GY4Y8I/AAAAAAAAAds/TuZFt2dX6LI/s320/Christmasatgrams08-5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289011364973011906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had such a wonderful Christmas with all of our families and are very grateful for all the generosity shown to us and our children.  We're hoping next Christmas they'll feel the gratefullness too!  Now we're spending the remaining winter getting ready for the baby, only five and half weeks left!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-8460737394349382922?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/8460737394349382922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=8460737394349382922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/8460737394349382922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/8460737394349382922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-at-gram-and-paps.html' title='Christmas at Gram and Pap&apos;s'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SWZYCV0u75I/AAAAAAAAAeM/7Py1FZaeaoY/s72-c/Christmasatgrams08-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-4973228219636548598</id><published>2009-01-07T13:59:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T10:00:45.769-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas at home: 2008</title><content type='html'>We had ourselves a Merry Little Christmas this year at home with our family.  We even kept all of our traditions, like:  Candlelight church service, crab legs for the adults, tricking Aunt Julie with her Christmas present, Christmas brunch, and hanging out by the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SWUCevkQvDI/AAAAAAAAAcc/EY5-vsiltkw/s1600-h/Christmasathome08-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SWUCevkQvDI/AAAAAAAAAcc/EY5-vsiltkw/s320/Christmasathome08-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288636064604404786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Santa came!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SWUCesATLwI/AAAAAAAAAck/9_FQ0eBtOnQ/s1600-h/Christmasathome08-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SWUCesATLwI/AAAAAAAAAck/9_FQ0eBtOnQ/s320/Christmasathome08-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288636063648263938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since she can't have the real thing, this will have to do.  At least it didn't come with a litter box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SWUCe9wZJBI/AAAAAAAAAcs/vMFwP3IfXaw/s1600-h/Christmasathome08-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SWUCe9wZJBI/AAAAAAAAAcs/vMFwP3IfXaw/s320/Christmasathome08-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288636068413383698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's that thing I always wanted!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SWUCfGAi25I/AAAAAAAAAc0/UU54dYfe0z0/s1600-h/Christmasathome08-5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SWUCfGAi25I/AAAAAAAAAc0/UU54dYfe0z0/s320/Christmasathome08-5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288636070628613010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben thanks Groompa for the great Diego toy, he was hoping for something like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SWUE0y1smZI/AAAAAAAAAc8/CQUQaEli9Ao/s1600-h/chirstmasathome08-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SWUE0y1smZI/AAAAAAAAAc8/CQUQaEli9Ao/s320/chirstmasathome08-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288638642463218066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-4973228219636548598?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/4973228219636548598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=4973228219636548598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/4973228219636548598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/4973228219636548598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-at-home-2008.html' title='Christmas at home: 2008'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SWUCevkQvDI/AAAAAAAAAcc/EY5-vsiltkw/s72-c/Christmasathome08-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-8915082986377251817</id><published>2008-12-19T17:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T17:58:21.074-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!</title><content type='html'>"Oh, the weather outside is frightful.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SUwmzuc-DbI/AAAAAAAAAcU/49hU23UMido/s1600-h/Letitsnow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SUwmzuc-DbI/AAAAAAAAAcU/49hU23UMido/s320/Letitsnow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281639133083471282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least we'll have a white Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-8915082986377251817?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/8915082986377251817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=8915082986377251817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/8915082986377251817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/8915082986377251817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2008/12/let-it-snow-let-it-snow-let-it-snow.html' title='Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow!'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SUwmzuc-DbI/AAAAAAAAAcU/49hU23UMido/s72-c/Letitsnow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-2896336990492102377</id><published>2008-12-11T14:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:50:27.794-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Santa...</title><content type='html'>This is Hannah's fifth year seeing Santa Claus at the mall, and she handled it like a pro.  She told him just about everything on her list and then chatted with him for a good five minutes about how sometimes Santa brings "special" gifts for girls and boys that they might not have asked for.  Then he winked at mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SUFtXjimBPI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xxuuUrby-ho/s1600-h/SantaandHannah08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SUFtXjimBPI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xxuuUrby-ho/s320/SantaandHannah08.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278620489699689714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben approached Santa this year, but still wouldn't sit on his lap.  He did manage to whisper that he would like a Thomas the Train toy.  Then Santa gave them a coloring book and sent them on their way.  We'll see another "helper" Santa on Sunday at a kid's party, maybe Ben will be a little more friendly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-2896336990492102377?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/2896336990492102377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=2896336990492102377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/2896336990492102377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/2896336990492102377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2008/12/dear-santa.html' title='Dear Santa...'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SUFtXjimBPI/AAAAAAAAAcM/xxuuUrby-ho/s72-c/SantaandHannah08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-341431239187572807</id><published>2008-12-11T14:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:42:12.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Magical Laundry Powers</title><content type='html'>Our son has super powers.  No flying, no saving damsels in distress, and no hidden identities.  But he can magically somehow climb into the laundry hamper that is taller than him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SUFscgMkN5I/AAAAAAAAAcE/wvOlqZX8iPk/s1600-h/Beninlaundry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SUFscgMkN5I/AAAAAAAAAcE/wvOlqZX8iPk/s320/Beninlaundry.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278619475189708690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week we'll find him on the roof.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-341431239187572807?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/341431239187572807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=341431239187572807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/341431239187572807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/341431239187572807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2008/12/magical-laundry-powers.html' title='Magical Laundry Powers'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SUFscgMkN5I/AAAAAAAAAcE/wvOlqZX8iPk/s72-c/Beninlaundry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-2789071035447531834</id><published>2008-11-21T14:34:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T14:39:15.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bottle for baby</title><content type='html'>As I'm trying to practice on the piano the other night, Ben comes up to my belly with a play baby bottle and decides he's going to "feed" the baby.  Hannah of course then comes and wants to give the baby a toy.  Their willingness to help is wonderful, but it will be a long time before the baby is drinking bottles or playing with toys.  What will they think of next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SScNc_A6v9I/AAAAAAAAAb8/Vl1jOz_P6qc/s1600-h/Bottleforbaby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SScNc_A6v9I/AAAAAAAAAb8/Vl1jOz_P6qc/s320/Bottleforbaby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271196680463237074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-2789071035447531834?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/2789071035447531834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=2789071035447531834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/2789071035447531834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/2789071035447531834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2008/11/bottle-for-baby.html' title='Bottle for baby'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SScNc_A6v9I/AAAAAAAAAb8/Vl1jOz_P6qc/s72-c/Bottleforbaby.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-2238772123719264748</id><published>2008-11-01T09:25:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T17:40:22.727-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Get candy, get candy, get candy!"</title><content type='html'>In order to even start this blog, I was "educated" on the "get candy" skit by the one and only Jerry Seinfield.  After five minutes of non-stop laughing, I'm definitely convinced that my children are following in his footsteps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, let's go back to the beginning.  Pumpkin carving.  This is Ben's yucky face; he was all about scooping, but not touching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SQxek0qcurI/AAAAAAAAAb0/omQ2KDvqhSI/s1600-h/Pumpkincarving08-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SQxek0qcurI/AAAAAAAAAb0/omQ2KDvqhSI/s320/Pumpkincarving08-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263686051194256050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah was mostly interested in collecting seeds for the garden, to grow our own pumpkins next year.  At this point, we'll have our own patch and will be selling pumkins at the curb next fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SQxekscrmWI/AAAAAAAAAbs/EDyrzTsAWtE/s1600-h/Pumpkincarving08-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SQxekscrmWI/AAAAAAAAAbs/EDyrzTsAWtE/s320/Pumpkincarving08-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263686048989026658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After drawing all kinds of faces on the newspaper, Ben decided on this for his pumpkin, it had to be scarey, with lots of teeth, I think I did okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SQxeko2Cv-I/AAAAAAAAAbk/jIlphs92WfY/s1600-h/Pumpkincarving08-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SQxeko2Cv-I/AAAAAAAAAbk/jIlphs92WfY/s320/Pumpkincarving08-3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263686048021659618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah drew her own faces, then daddy carved them in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SQxekmipZuI/AAAAAAAAAbc/N8i4e7KrqlA/s1600-h/Pumpkincarving08-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SQxekmipZuI/AAAAAAAAAbc/N8i4e7KrqlA/s320/Pumpkincarving08-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263686047403435746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're getting closer the the finale, here, them together in all their Halloween dress-up splendor.  In case you need clarification Ben is Thomas the Train, and Hannah is Princess P from the PBS show Super Why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SQxdj67WxFI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Y5T2i_eWU9U/s1600-h/Halloweennight08-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SQxdj67WxFI/AAAAAAAAAa8/Y5T2i_eWU9U/s320/Halloweennight08-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263684936184284242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SQxdkBqaSNI/AAAAAAAAAbE/E4ORmmdBnnk/s1600-h/Halloweennight08-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SQxdkBqaSNI/AAAAAAAAAbE/E4ORmmdBnnk/s320/Halloweennight08-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263684937992259794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SQxdkkzAVDI/AAAAAAAAAbM/U-Gxz19atfk/s1600-h/IMG_0525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SQxdkkzAVDI/AAAAAAAAAbM/U-Gxz19atfk/s320/IMG_0525.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263684947423548466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SQxdkkP2kYI/AAAAAAAAAbU/QXsheKmJMug/s1600-h/Halloweennight08-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SQxdkkP2kYI/AAAAAAAAAbU/QXsheKmJMug/s320/Halloweennight08-4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263684947276108162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all the trick-or-treating was done (we did a full two hours), the kids enjoyed a piece or two of their loot, and some apple cider.  We also had some late trick-or-treaters and the kids literally sprang to the door to pass out our last pieces of candy.  They got to bed late, and actually slept in.  And, like Seinfield, I think they felt fantastic this morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-2238772123719264748?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/2238772123719264748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=2238772123719264748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/2238772123719264748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/2238772123719264748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2008/11/get-candy-get-candy-get-candy.html' title='&quot;Get candy, get candy, get candy!&quot;'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SQxek0qcurI/AAAAAAAAAb0/omQ2KDvqhSI/s72-c/Pumpkincarving08-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-1864414032402896709</id><published>2008-10-29T14:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T14:10:19.205-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Little Monsters</title><content type='html'>Boo!  Halloween festivities really begin when the bags of goodies arrive in packages from various family.  I'm not sure who sent these, but they were a big hit.  Next, pumpkin carving, a pre-school party, and of course, trick-or-treating.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SQimNZJNZbI/AAAAAAAAAa0/2FHvMKH6vns/s1600-h/Monsterteeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SQimNZJNZbI/AAAAAAAAAa0/2FHvMKH6vns/s320/Monsterteeth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262638913600447922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Happy Halloween!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-1864414032402896709?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/1864414032402896709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=1864414032402896709' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/1864414032402896709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/1864414032402896709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-little-monsters.html' title='My Little Monsters'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SQimNZJNZbI/AAAAAAAAAa0/2FHvMKH6vns/s72-c/Monsterteeth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-261010075004954</id><published>2008-10-15T14:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T15:15:02.741-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pickin at the Patch</title><content type='html'>It seems that this past weekend was THE fall weekend for seasonal fun.  We took advantage of it of course and headed to our favorite October place, Tim's pumpkin patch.  We got to head out into a different field than last year (they rotate fields).  Once we spotted the perfect place we went to picking.  Hannah wanted a Hannah sized one, Ben a Ben sized one, and me, the roundest most pregnant pumpkin I could find, and I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we visited the animals, ate hot dogs in the grass, and played in the giant pit of corn.  It was a wonderful day.  We were all exhausted by the time we got home, and took a nap first before we cleaned up our prize pumpkins and displayed them in the front of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SPY2-03Q2II/AAAAAAAAAak/I9IEHmW9pv8/s1600-h/Pumpkins-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SPY2-03Q2II/AAAAAAAAAak/I9IEHmW9pv8/s320/Pumpkins-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257450067971856514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is the monster daddy pumpkin, it's good for big hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SPY2-0OvGQI/AAAAAAAAAas/6edgO8XpS4k/s1600-h/Pumpkins-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SPY2-0OvGQI/AAAAAAAAAas/6edgO8XpS4k/s320/Pumpkins-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257450067801872642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy October!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-261010075004954?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/261010075004954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=261010075004954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/261010075004954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/261010075004954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2008/10/pickin-at-patch.html' title='Pickin at the Patch'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SPY2-03Q2II/AAAAAAAAAak/I9IEHmW9pv8/s72-c/Pumpkins-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-5422328190060564042</id><published>2008-10-08T13:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T14:01:57.444-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brad Pitt Wanna-be</title><content type='html'>As a parent, you want your child to aspire to do great things.  Ben here could spend the rest of his life walking around in a peasant cap doing Brad Pitt impersonations.  I think he's just as handsome, and with sweet pudgey cheeks and gorgeous blue eyes, I'd rather look at my two year old all day.  We'll still try to steer him in the direction of getting a good education and profession, but he'll always have a back-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SOzz8dLxNaI/AAAAAAAAAac/rWVe9OELplw/s1600-h/BradPittwannabe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SOzz8dLxNaI/AAAAAAAAAac/rWVe9OELplw/s320/BradPittwannabe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254843085186217378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-5422328190060564042?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/5422328190060564042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=5422328190060564042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/5422328190060564042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/5422328190060564042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2008/10/brad-pitt-wanna-be.html' title='Brad Pitt Wanna-be'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SOzz8dLxNaI/AAAAAAAAAac/rWVe9OELplw/s72-c/BradPittwannabe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-180860717225589797</id><published>2008-10-01T18:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T18:30:13.942-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Look</title><content type='html'>We're just about half way there!  The ultrasound picture is a profile.  Other features are visible, too: a leg on the upper left side, the spine at the bottom, an arm in front and a hand above and behind the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't find out the gender, although Hannah and Stacey both think it "looks like a girl."  I think it "looks like a baby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SOP2zS33vgI/AAAAAAAAAFs/nCp3ti4_ASs/s1600-h/Ultrasound_Profile_low.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SOP2zS33vgI/AAAAAAAAAFs/nCp3ti4_ASs/s320/Ultrasound_Profile_low.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252312951544069634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got to see the heart and measure the head, belly and leg.  Everything looks fine; although we may have to go back again since the baby wouldn't turn over to get a good look at the spine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 more weeks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-180860717225589797?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/180860717225589797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=180860717225589797' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/180860717225589797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/180860717225589797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-look.html' title='Another Look'/><author><name>Thad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07223253718810241628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SOP2zS33vgI/AAAAAAAAAFs/nCp3ti4_ASs/s72-c/Ultrasound_Profile_low.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-194977575357643784</id><published>2008-09-16T20:08:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T20:43:01.454-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ike Hits Syracuse</title><content type='html'>Overnight Sunday into Monday the remnants of Ike passed over Central New York. The storm had long since dropped the 100 MPH winds that ravaged Galveston but was still strong enough to tear branches from our old Weeping Willow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SNBK8i7pbzI/AAAAAAAAAE8/FS6tmEg1i9c/s1600-h/Fallen_Branches.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SNBK8i7pbzI/AAAAAAAAAE8/FS6tmEg1i9c/s320/Fallen_Branches.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246775969916219186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke to find the entire back yard covered in branches and the trampoline and a few chairs toppled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SNBK806utXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5QIh0Bi-S8Y/s1600-h/Downed_Trampoline.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SNBK806utXI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5QIh0Bi-S8Y/s320/Downed_Trampoline.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246775974744208754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, the stubborn dead branch that had snapped in an early spring storm refused to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SNBK9GhbGhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Bw5Gd4u8jT8/s1600-h/Dead_Branch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SNBK9GhbGhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Bw5Gd4u8jT8/s320/Dead_Branch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246775979469904402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the rainy weather Monday, we didn't get a chance to clean up until Tuesday evening. I told Hannah that "if we all work together, we can get it done before it gets dark."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She soon figured out that it was "no fun at all;" so Stacey told her to sing a song. "We're working in the yard work and not having any fun at all," was how her song started. We did get her to pick up a few branches and somehow kept Ben from poking anyone in the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SNBK9DmIDeI/AAAAAAAAAFU/600akPjhHoY/s1600-h/Cleaning_Up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SNBK9DmIDeI/AAAAAAAAAFU/600akPjhHoY/s320/Cleaning_Up.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246775978684321250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did finish before dark after more than doubling the size of our brush pile. Not bad for an evening's work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SNBK9cIeDdI/AAAAAAAAAFc/don8kobrNGI/s1600-h/Cleaned_Up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SNBK9cIeDdI/AAAAAAAAAFc/don8kobrNGI/s320/Cleaned_Up.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246775985270820306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still looking forward to the day when I can say "I'd like you kids to have the back yard cleaned up by the time I get home from work." For now, it was still nice to have the kids around, even if they only "helped" to pass the time more quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SNBLJIuR19I/AAAAAAAAAFk/S1OE-NdSu5E/s1600-h/Days_Work.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SNBLJIuR19I/AAAAAAAAAFk/S1OE-NdSu5E/s320/Days_Work.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246776186219124690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-194977575357643784?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/194977575357643784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=194977575357643784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/194977575357643784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/194977575357643784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2008/09/ike-hits-syracuse.html' title='Ike Hits Syracuse'/><author><name>Thad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07223253718810241628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SNBK8i7pbzI/AAAAAAAAAE8/FS6tmEg1i9c/s72-c/Fallen_Branches.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-6534971234929586573</id><published>2008-09-08T13:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T13:30:09.179-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Foreign Objects</title><content type='html'>For those of you who have not heard about our latest and greatest drama, sit down, because you're in for a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday the Ear Nose and Throat Doctor's Office called with an opening for Hannah in the afternoon, we took it.  We went there hoping to find the source of her unusual bad breath and nasal problems.  The doctor found it alright, in the form of a sticker that has been in her nose for nine months.  We did not see this coming.  We were ready to have adenoids out, take her to a gastroentonologist, whatever, but a sticker in the nose!  Hannah even remembers putting it in there during a naptime, probably last December, and forgetting to take it out.  I'm still learning to never be suprised.  But, we are thankful that the problem was not serious and she's already recovered from her former symptoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're hoping to get some new pictures up soon, we're still figuring out our new computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-6534971234929586573?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/6534971234929586573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=6534971234929586573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/6534971234929586573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/6534971234929586573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2008/09/foreign-objects.html' title='Foreign Objects'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-1148468313767732303</id><published>2008-08-13T14:15:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T17:09:48.704-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Old MacDonald Has a Farm</title><content type='html'>About an hour north or so, &lt;a href="http://www.oldmcdonaldhasafarm.com/"&gt;Old MacDonald&lt;/a&gt; really does has a farm, a pretty fun one in fact.  We went with the MEET group from church and Groompa, and spent the morning feeding goats, going on a hayride to see pigs and pasture cows, riding a trolley through the cow barns, jumping in the bouncy house, and playing putt-putt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is in "Goat Land", where about thirty goats ranging from newborn to old roam free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SKMlMizqDpI/AAAAAAAAARY/I_xIxEoDzNA/s1600-h/OldMacdonald1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SKMlMizqDpI/AAAAAAAAARY/I_xIxEoDzNA/s320/OldMacdonald1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234068089366777490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our hayride we fed some cows hay and cornstalks, apparently it tastes like dessert to them.  I didn't get any pictures of the pigs, I was busy plugging my nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SKMlM-dCJqI/AAAAAAAAARg/Ook-LWmI0-4/s1600-h/OldMacdonald2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SKMlM-dCJqI/AAAAAAAAARg/Ook-LWmI0-4/s320/OldMacdonald2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234068096788080290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's a goat on the roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SKMlM1XIHTI/AAAAAAAAARo/w71Htg_mR1E/s1600-h/OldMacdonald3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SKMlM1XIHTI/AAAAAAAAARo/w71Htg_mR1E/s320/OldMacdonald3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234068094347386162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ben finally felt brave enough at the end of the morning to feed a goat some popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SKMlNB3MJhI/AAAAAAAAARw/6BexrQqkuqY/s1600-h/OldMacdonald4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SKMlNB3MJhI/AAAAAAAAARw/6BexrQqkuqY/s320/OldMacdonald4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234068097703093778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah could just barely reach Magic the horse to give him a gentle pat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SKMlNQuhgiI/AAAAAAAAAR4/tOQfVM-V-Bg/s1600-h/OldMacdonald5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SKMlNQuhgiI/AAAAAAAAAR4/tOQfVM-V-Bg/s320/OldMacdonald5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234068101693276706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The newest verse: "Old MacDonald has a reindeer, EIEIO".  This poor reindeer named Poinsettia lives in a special Christmas barn and listens to Christmas music year round.  It's antlers are velvety smooth and it was very nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SKMlUs2O50I/AAAAAAAAASA/LJaBV91DnbE/s1600-h/OldMacdonald6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SKMlUs2O50I/AAAAAAAAASA/LJaBV91DnbE/s320/OldMacdonald6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234068229500888898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all had a good time visiting the farm and learned some new things.  We got to see some new things too, a newborn baby cow (born that very morning), an alpaca, the reindeer, ponies, and more.  Ben had his first head-butt in the rear experience, from the Little Orhpan Lamby.  We guess it thought Ben was the perfect size to play, but he didn't like it too much!  "Old MacDonald has a farm, and now it's time to go".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-1148468313767732303?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/1148468313767732303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=1148468313767732303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/1148468313767732303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/1148468313767732303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2008/08/old-macdonald-has-farm.html' title='Old MacDonald Has a Farm'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oab-WXhYPdU/SKMlMizqDpI/AAAAAAAAARY/I_xIxEoDzNA/s72-c/OldMacdonald1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-8857358210652828319</id><published>2008-07-30T21:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T21:07:48.654-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas in July</title><content type='html'>Since Polar Express the movie has been banished in my house until the month of December rolls around, I decided to treat my children to a little Christmas in July.  At our mall there has been a free Family Film Festival going on all summer.  At ten in the morning you can come in, for free, and watch a fun kids movie then get a free ride on the carousel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this week was Polar Express, and it was awesome on the big screen.  Hannah could barely sit in her seat she was so excited and she sang along to all the songs.  To my total suprise Ben sat quiet and still for the entire movie, the bag of animal crackers and m&amp;m's might have helped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure December 1st the movie will back on our tv again, but until then we've had our fill of Christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-8857358210652828319?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/8857358210652828319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=8857358210652828319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/8857358210652828319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/8857358210652828319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2008/07/christmas-in-july.html' title='Christmas in July'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-5076039235773055056</id><published>2008-07-24T21:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T22:56:39.601-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One Last Bun</title><content type='html'>We've told most of you already; but if you haven't heard, Stacey is pregnant again! We're all very excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah, of course, wants a baby sister and Ben wants a baby brother. I'm not sure if those wishes will change when they realize one of them will be sharing a room. We haven't decided yet if we're going to find out the gender at the 20 week ultrasound. We did find out this week that there is just one in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SIkx52PiZQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Er5kw9LQTkE/s1600-h/Ultrasound_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SIkx52PiZQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Er5kw9LQTkE/s320/Ultrasound_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226763712423159042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The baby is upside down with the yolk sac to the right.  We signed up for weekly emails from &lt;a href="http://www.babycenter.com"&gt;babycenter&lt;/a&gt; to keep track of how he's growing (because, yes, it is just as exciting the third time).  You can use the &lt;a href="http://www.babycenter.com/fetal-development-images-9-weeks"&gt;big picture&lt;/a&gt; as a reference to figure out what the gray blobs are in the ultrasound picture.  Right now we're at 9 weeks making the due date February 22, 2009 - an early birthday present for Hannah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also found out that the baby won't be delivered by the same doctor nor at the same hospital as Hannah and Ben.  The old OB/GYN is now just a GYN.  Stacey was referred to an OB that delivers at the other big hospital downtown.  We've heard good things from friends who've had their baby's there; so, we're not too worried about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the title of this post suggests, we're planning for this to be the youngest member of the family.  Some people claim we're crazy for having this many while others say we make such cute kids that stopping now would be a trajedy.  Who knows if our plans will change, but for now we're just looking forward to having one more healthy, beautiful baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-5076039235773055056?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/5076039235773055056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=5076039235773055056' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/5076039235773055056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/5076039235773055056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-last-bun.html' title='One Last Bun'/><author><name>Thad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07223253718810241628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SIkx52PiZQI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Er5kw9LQTkE/s72-c/Ultrasound_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-2296477623722177677</id><published>2008-07-24T19:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T20:51:20.039-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shining Moment</title><content type='html'>Hannah joined the YMCA summer soccer league. After two practices and a blowout win last week, today was the Tigers' second game. Was her "shining moment" a goal? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was also picture day and the uniforms came just in time. Did she "shine" for the camera? Well, of course she did, but that's not what I'm referring to. Anyway, these were the only pictures taken; her team didn't get pictures taken because it started pouring down rain when it was their turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SIkVSrMOeyI/AAAAAAAAADk/0PfrvpAX9hw/s1600-h/Soccer_Uniform.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SIkVSrMOeyI/AAAAAAAAADk/0PfrvpAX9hw/s320/Soccer_Uniform.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226732253116005154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Notice anything? Yes, the uniform is about three sizes too big, but other than that... What's that under her left eye? Let's zoom in on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SIkVSs5KhyI/AAAAAAAAADs/b2mNZJdwdGM/s1600-h/Black_Eye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SIkVSs5KhyI/AAAAAAAAADs/b2mNZJdwdGM/s320/Black_Eye.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226732253572925218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A "shiner!" That's right. Hannah got her first black eye. At 2 minutes and 5 seconds into the 5 minute game, there was a forehead to cheek collision. Hannah came out of the game and iced it down. Three minutes later the team was called for pictures and the rest of the game was rained out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was still a good time. When we got home, the kids' feet were covered in wet grass, so we had them splash in the puddle at the end of the driveway. I'm sure that was Ben's favorite part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SIkVSmLzMiI/AAAAAAAAAD0/KC6OgmmtZ4U/s1600-h/Clean_Feet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SIkVSmLzMiI/AAAAAAAAAD0/KC6OgmmtZ4U/s320/Clean_Feet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226732251772039714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may have figured out, we bought a new camera. Fortunately, we checked the forecast before the game and didn't bring it with us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-2296477623722177677?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/2296477623722177677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=2296477623722177677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/2296477623722177677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/2296477623722177677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2008/07/shining-moment.html' title='Shining Moment'/><author><name>Thad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07223253718810241628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_w0vvvTADVO4/SIkVSrMOeyI/AAAAAAAAADk/0PfrvpAX9hw/s72-c/Soccer_Uniform.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10191709.post-3519385790029374325</id><published>2008-07-19T13:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T14:31:23.267-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Antiquing</title><content type='html'>This Saturday's adventure-the Antiquefest at the park.  We went for the reason of finding a piano bench (which we did not), but I soon realized the potential history lesson.  At breakfast we had a long talk with Hannah explaining that not everything in the world is new, and if you take care of older things they can have value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spotted many interesting things and slowed the wagon down to take a look.  Some of our faves:  doll and baby carriages, metal dumptrucks, water pitchers and bowls, high chairs, and even an antique potty training chair.  The question of the day seemed to be "can we buy that?"  I could've left there with my arms full of little treasures, but I refrained.  I'm satisfied with knowing that my child has some grasp on what life was like a long time ago, and old things can be made new again and loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10191709-3519385790029374325?l=growing-pains.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/feeds/3519385790029374325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10191709&amp;postID=3519385790029374325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/3519385790029374325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10191709/posts/default/3519385790029374325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growing-pains.blogspot.com/2008/07/antiquing.html' title='Antiquing'/><author><name>Stacey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08625528028864124000</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
