tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-48707555156435294772024-03-13T10:32:29.449-04:00Devine DiariesKrisDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379086879637987282noreply@blogger.comBlogger389125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870755515643529477.post-22238091002161424442011-12-18T09:23:00.007-05:002011-12-18T09:57:26.399-05:00Swim lessonsThe boys continue to take swim lessons, and continue to enjoy them. Yesterday was their last one of this session, they will start again mid-January. They have now had two sessions with what looks like will be their regular swim teacher, it's just the two of them in their lesson and they have really bonded with their teacher and have come to trust her.<br /><br />They received spiderman swim goggles as a present last spring and they love these goggles for swim class, here they are, in their best spiderman pose:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jT1Aj4N7WyM/Tu38AOXe4pI/AAAAAAAADfs/FvITGauQS40/s1600/P1050675.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jT1Aj4N7WyM/Tu38AOXe4pI/AAAAAAAADfs/FvITGauQS40/s320/P1050675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687478985225593490" border="0" /></a><br /><br />They, especially Miles, have made excellent progress these past several weeks. Here is a clip of Miles and Quincy from the end of October (sorry about the noise, sometimes it gets loud in the pool area, you will want to turn your volume way down for this first clip) they are doing good:<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyF6Dj-0x1_O1ChnNnnbO9LZcLPF5EixzDnxsPepVeZWs9kEDWxCd2ZSlKG4u-xXzbrM4dfhO05vWikHt3C5Q' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />And Quincy yesterday (you can turn your volume back to normal again):<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzHoT1HMjvgT2QhAypQj2r6zMByD9BbroETXT3CNDEE7-CP8g_d-chuXSk8dMWwBko5_THGpQReVhwzDyLtXA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />Miles yesterday (doing great!):<br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dz2UksEYvv_tntOVkkOB3xJ4c1M1HfzRRkAWyun73XlG8_r4xIJFbqYmPhr9q4y8vpR41OEd6sm2Cr2BLATJg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>KrisDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379086879637987282noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870755515643529477.post-15479980706003063742011-12-06T14:14:00.002-05:002011-12-06T14:59:26.440-05:00My boys are stylin'Recently Miles and Quincy have wanted to wear ties and dressy clothes, they call them 'fancy' clothes. So I obliged and got them each a tie/shirt/vest set and matching pants. I obliged again and got them each a second tie. This morning they wanted to wear their fancy clothes to school. Well, one of Miles button down shirts is in the laundry and the other one I got him was way too big. It didn't stop him. Quincy had a clean button down shirt, not the one that came with the set, but he didn't care, it was button down and he wanted to wear it with his tie.<br /><br />Here they are, my boys dressed in their 'fancy' outfits that they picked out all by themselves this morning:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GzmzaO1ETP8/Tt5z9yOlgYI/AAAAAAAADfQ/DHJ_zF7q2r8/s1600/P1050879.JPG"><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/-GzmzaO1ETP8/Tt5z9yOlgYI/AAAAAAAADfQ/DHJ_zF7q2r8/s320/P1050879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683107285080310146" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TR5sJ2a3AsQ/Tt5z-C0gpqI/AAAAAAAADfc/JIZDsN1Dh0Q/s1600/P1050881.JPG"><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/-TR5sJ2a3AsQ/Tt5z-C0gpqI/AAAAAAAADfc/JIZDsN1Dh0Q/s320/P1050881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683107289534342818" border="0" /></a><br />I'd like to take this time to point out a few things. First, the cheesiest, happiest smiles ever! Next, Miles matching his crew neck shirt with a zipper-style tie and Quincy's matching of a striped tie with his plaid shirt. Now, that being said, Quincy got quite a few compliments upon arrival at school this morning, so I am willing to admit that perhaps he has better fashion sense than me. I am waiting to hear from Miles how his outfit was received at school.KrisDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379086879637987282noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870755515643529477.post-3986169784701280472011-11-27T15:43:00.004-05:002011-11-27T16:07:48.575-05:00Thanksgiving visitMike's Mom, Sister and all the kids came from New York to spend Thanksgiving with us this year. We had a wonderful visit! It was great to spend several days with everyone. Kerry and I had some good sister-in-law bonding time while black friday shopping together, we got some great deals and had lots of laughs. The kids played together nonstop. All the cousins slept in Miles and Quincy's room, and the first night resulted in lots of giggles, laughter and a very late night. They were so tired the rest of the time they fell asleep pretty quickly. Mike tried a new sweet potato gnocchi recipe and he and his Mom made gnocchis together. We all visited, played games and ate, we ate a lot. Oh, and the chocolate wine, we went through two bottles of it - it was yummy!<br /><br />Apparently there were a few boring times:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bttITL6cB2g/TtKjA3fq1VI/AAAAAAAADd4/PB8Irlrnb3s/s1600/P1050788.JPG"><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/-bttITL6cB2g/TtKjA3fq1VI/AAAAAAAADd4/PB8Irlrnb3s/s320/P1050788.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679781315359724882" border="0" /></a><br />Quincy was attached to his cousin Ally the entire time, I barely had him in my lap at all, whatever Ally did, Quincy was there, and if she was sitting he was either in her lap or snuggled up beside her:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BwdElBfcr8w/TtKjBaBqTmI/AAAAAAAADeE/G7NKONmgaBk/s1600/P1050790.JPG"><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/-BwdElBfcr8w/TtKjBaBqTmI/AAAAAAAADeE/G7NKONmgaBk/s320/P1050790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679781324629102178" border="0" /></a><br />A bit of craft time:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VCOznJQNrow/TtKjCFNNUEI/AAAAAAAADeQ/RcywoHVYR3A/s1600/P1050799.JPG"><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/-VCOznJQNrow/TtKjCFNNUEI/AAAAAAAADeQ/RcywoHVYR3A/s320/P1050799.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679781336220258370" border="0" /></a><br />All the kids together, and just as happy and getting along as they were most of the time:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nk_gEgaGsgE/TtKmRpFg2rI/AAAAAAAADes/P0HTB3DIq4s/s1600/P1050804.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nk_gEgaGsgE/TtKmRpFg2rI/AAAAAAAADes/P0HTB3DIq4s/s320/P1050804.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679784902084582066" border="0" /></a><br />We were all sad to see them leave, Quincy cried as they drove away. We are looking forward to our next visit!KrisDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379086879637987282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870755515643529477.post-12803063047085974002011-11-21T19:07:00.014-05:002011-11-21T20:36:07.363-05:00Raking leavesOur front yard was covered with leaves, to the point that you could not see any grass at all in one corner. So time to rake 'em up. The boys wanted to help. So while Mike tackled some other projects around the house I kept the boys out from under his feet and the three of us raked. Quincy loved it. Miles took lots of breaks, but liked to tell Quincy what he was doing wrong and how he was supposed to be raking.<br /><br />They wanted to combine the different piles into one big one for jumping in. They found many different ways to carry the leaves. They started out fairly traditional, rakes and wheelbarrow:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bsThlctBdr8/Tsr3DNu55RI/AAAAAAAADds/jb7mi6YbeKs/s1600/P1050740.JPG"><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/-bsThlctBdr8/Tsr3DNu55RI/AAAAAAAADds/jb7mi6YbeKs/s320/P1050740.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677621914851992850" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HLXvEH_0OaY/Tsr3CusYFwI/AAAAAAAADdg/dudU6f4BaYY/s1600/P1050742.JPG"><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/-HLXvEH_0OaY/Tsr3CusYFwI/AAAAAAAADdg/dudU6f4BaYY/s320/P1050742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677621906519889666" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4eDFydj2DKU/Tsr2Y73SthI/AAAAAAAADdU/f94E-T_fstE/s1600/P1050745.JPG"><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/-4eDFydj2DKU/Tsr2Y73SthI/AAAAAAAADdU/f94E-T_fstE/s320/P1050745.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677621188500829714" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2LQElrVdQZ4/Tsr2YbEhxlI/AAAAAAAADdI/xmMFCkIl20c/s1600/P1050746.JPG"><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/-2LQElrVdQZ4/Tsr2YbEhxlI/AAAAAAAADdI/xmMFCkIl20c/s320/P1050746.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677621179697972818" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-maY4U_lYi4M/Tsr1-2-uHuI/AAAAAAAADc8/OIf2ueOUQO0/s1600/P1050748.JPG"><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/-maY4U_lYi4M/Tsr1-2-uHuI/AAAAAAAADc8/OIf2ueOUQO0/s320/P1050748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677620740513210082" border="0" /></a><br />Then Quincy tried just carrying a bunch in his hands:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PPyEUh1NTlQ/Tsr1-ZdBeBI/AAAAAAAADcw/ClmgoL7UuV0/s1600/P1050749.JPG"><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/-PPyEUh1NTlQ/Tsr1-ZdBeBI/AAAAAAAADcw/ClmgoL7UuV0/s320/P1050749.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677620732587243538" border="0" /></a><br />Then a shovel:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g5-laAdpMgU/Tsr1dkloXfI/AAAAAAAADck/huO5ps8feWQ/s1600/P1050751.JPG"><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/-g5-laAdpMgU/Tsr1dkloXfI/AAAAAAAADck/huO5ps8feWQ/s320/P1050751.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677620168640454130" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Al7ZtvMJwGo/Tsr0X4oomsI/AAAAAAAADcM/cX7NJSyDuVc/s1600/P1050753.JPG"><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/-Al7ZtvMJwGo/Tsr0X4oomsI/AAAAAAAADcM/cX7NJSyDuVc/s320/P1050753.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677618971430918850" border="0" /></a><br />Then Miles tried just his hands:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kJpZzfUU0jU/Tsry2lbfjUI/AAAAAAAADb0/ztakuF2HKqQ/s1600/P1050754.JPG"><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/-kJpZzfUU0jU/Tsry2lbfjUI/AAAAAAAADb0/ztakuF2HKqQ/s320/P1050754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677617299828215106" border="0" /></a><br />Eventually they both went back to rakes, to varying success levels, here is a video clip of them moving leaves:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vb9EdvxDXQE/Tsrxfn5guwI/AAAAAAAADaU/m48rSx1fPOo/s1600/P1050785.JPG"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxD7s4fV21esmZ6OxJ-u_9XFnX5ZFO_r1fK4ra_gSeM4S95HI-SVyiG10bp_EaU-6ZFw-VIFzGuiyPTgYFSrg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></a><br /><br />Now was leaf throwing and pile jumping time!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6gO-Pk6Z-rQ/Tsry1hDbJFI/AAAAAAAADbc/K-DNMxddaWc/s1600/P1050765.JPG"><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/-6gO-Pk6Z-rQ/Tsry1hDbJFI/AAAAAAAADbc/K-DNMxddaWc/s320/P1050765.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677617281473651794" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hMDeIZP2QFM/Tsr0XYMcfnI/AAAAAAAADcA/xcKy9GRWrz4/s1600/P1050766.JPG"><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/-hMDeIZP2QFM/Tsr0XYMcfnI/AAAAAAAADcA/xcKy9GRWrz4/s320/P1050766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677618962722750066" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4FoDbsUXWSU/TsryGsH1E1I/AAAAAAAADbQ/V0TseF6--Is/s1600/P1050772_copy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4FoDbsUXWSU/TsryGsH1E1I/AAAAAAAADbQ/V0TseF6--Is/s320/P1050772_copy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677616476991066962" border="0" /></a><br />And a short clip of leaf jumping:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vb9EdvxDXQE/Tsrxfn5guwI/AAAAAAAADaU/m48rSx1fPOo/s1600/P1050785.JPG"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzBzZ5kuLgh9izY9I9Qh4FDJZJb0pOEQuZlUmvXJ-_iZFId0rAlemR1o3_hXczeZpry2otF45B-eZypX5VENQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></a><br /><br />After that we lost Miles. (we didn't really lose him, he just was done raking and went inside.) So Quincy and I moved on to filling up leaf bags. Which meant that the leaf bags had to be unfolded and opened. Quincy wasn't ready for a break so got right to opening the bags while Mike and I chatted with a friend. Us grown ups had quite a bit of fun watching this part:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Wpm6R3tCczc/TsryFzK3iiI/AAAAAAAADbE/IlS4uErOZPA/s1600/P1050780.JPG"><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/-Wpm6R3tCczc/TsryFzK3iiI/AAAAAAAADbE/IlS4uErOZPA/s320/P1050780.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677616461702990370" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pCiQEG0BoDk/TsryFmjf_0I/AAAAAAAADa4/A1WlhbbmI5s/s1600/P1050781.JPG"><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/-pCiQEG0BoDk/TsryFmjf_0I/AAAAAAAADa4/A1WlhbbmI5s/s320/P1050781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677616458316644162" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dFlOOw19dhU/Tsrxgxd700I/AAAAAAAADas/8zMd75kh4-U/s1600/P1050782.JPG"><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/-dFlOOw19dhU/Tsrxgxd700I/AAAAAAAADas/8zMd75kh4-U/s320/P1050782.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677615825590932290" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9B59f7NLLHc/TsrxgK3qXOI/AAAAAAAADag/RsVsII_NpFM/s1600/P1050783.JPG"><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/-9B59f7NLLHc/TsrxgK3qXOI/AAAAAAAADag/RsVsII_NpFM/s320/P1050783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677615815229856994" border="0" /></a><br />And done with the day.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Vb9EdvxDXQE/Tsrxfn5guwI/AAAAAAAADaU/m48rSx1fPOo/s1600/P1050785.JPG"><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/-Vb9EdvxDXQE/Tsrxfn5guwI/AAAAAAAADaU/m48rSx1fPOo/s320/P1050785.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677615805842373378" border="0" /></a>KrisDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379086879637987282noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870755515643529477.post-2089255864038866602011-11-10T14:49:00.003-05:002011-11-10T15:01:47.476-05:00Miles's new hair styleThis past weekend the boys got their hair cut. We've told Miles for a while now that he can tell the hairdresser how he wants his hair cut or styled, before this weekend he never said anything or seemed to care. Before we left the house, he put his hands up over his head with his fingertips touching and said he wants 'spikey' hair. We took this to mean a mohawk. We did ask the hairdresser to do it in a way that allows for him to have regular hair when he decides he doesn't want the mohawk. Apparently that to has a name. And so now, Miles has a fauxhawk.<br /><br />Here he is at the hair salon right after getting his hair done - he is just a little excited:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JqE9IK9FQVg/TrwsvuQ-NeI/AAAAAAAADZc/_76RoqGoBcY/s1600/P1050721.JPG"><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/-JqE9IK9FQVg/TrwsvuQ-NeI/AAAAAAAADZc/_76RoqGoBcY/s320/P1050721.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673458828964672994" border="0" /></a><br />The first day he asked me to give him a mohawk to wear to school, he told me to pick out his clothes for him and he wanted me to pick out fancy clothes. Apparently a polo style shirt and cords are fancy for him (since he prefers athletic pants and screen print Ts, I guess this was fancy).<br /><br />He spent quite a bit of time looking at himself in the mirror that first morning:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zo0pUXf1WI8/TrwswI7jTOI/AAAAAAAADZo/z1QHm00Q_fE/s1600/P1050728.JPG"><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/-Zo0pUXf1WI8/TrwswI7jTOI/AAAAAAAADZo/z1QHm00Q_fE/s320/P1050728.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673458836122586338" border="0" /></a><br />Again, excited:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMneVGjPnhc/TrwswwBLatI/AAAAAAAADZ0/XBKdEu-nT-k/s1600/P1050731.JPG"><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/-ZMneVGjPnhc/TrwswwBLatI/AAAAAAAADZ0/XBKdEu-nT-k/s320/P1050731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673458846615169746" border="0" /></a><br />And this morning with his hair done again. This time no fancy clothes required. But I only got a little hug goodbye, he didn't want to crush his hair.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UVFACEAgPC8/TrwsxSmovTI/AAAAAAAADaA/eDuOM-dV4EM/s1600/P1050737.JPG"><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/-UVFACEAgPC8/TrwsxSmovTI/AAAAAAAADaA/eDuOM-dV4EM/s320/P1050737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673458855899086130" border="0" /></a>KrisDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379086879637987282noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870755515643529477.post-67699810859063674992011-11-04T13:37:00.005-04:002011-11-04T13:54:16.272-04:00New tromboneAbout a month or so ago Mike got a new trombone, this one instead of just being for him is for the whole family. It is a new type of horn that is full size, fully functioning trombone, but is made of plastic and comes in fun colors. It's called the p-bone. He got it mostly for the boys since they are always wanting to play his trombones. This one is light enough that they can hold it all by themselves and play it themselves. It is fairly sturdy, but since it still is a real instrument they only get to use it with adult supervision!<br /><br />Here are some video clips of the boys and Mike playing it:<br />Miles:<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dws1AZjl1SXRobIjI57owwvNQ--qIEr9sZIYcHieEKVSXzFC5Wuv1NDB2TjD5Km86uF6t-YbkNTK0UU_FawIA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />Quincy:<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzcGrWqwcKR-lDDHYXsUbemOeBuxqszD-ojj3a0loTF7P32prMGANuLuuO4qw-o_ZeB6LjncvjjAezIo7cDRA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />And Mike:<br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwIbexOD2qxXBRUSMIOB5dwJeO1elv6O1cBoOSMk_kTzMqQ8pXxLw41PxyzVo1tWETiUF68NGjsa-ThZet1Cw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>KrisDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379086879637987282noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870755515643529477.post-14030225913455535662011-11-01T11:54:00.007-04:002011-11-01T12:32:13.816-04:00Halloween funThe kids had lots of halloween celebrations this year. First, a few weeks ago, was Halloween at the Zoo, Miles was Darth Vader and Quincy was an astronaut:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EJxN_ERYk5Q/TrAdAri8sxI/AAAAAAAADYs/S4kkNMFKRHQ/s1600/P1050564.JPG"><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/-EJxN_ERYk5Q/TrAdAri8sxI/AAAAAAAADYs/S4kkNMFKRHQ/s320/P1050564.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670063828385968914" border="0" /></a><br />Then Miles and I went to a local middle school that was having a halloween event as a fundraiser, I didn't get any pictures, but he went as an astronaut and had lots of fun. Then was a halloween party at a friend of mine's house, again no pictures, but Miles went as an army soldier and Quincy as a cuddly bear.<br /><br />Then, of course, last night trick-or-treating around our neighborhood. Miles was a knight and Quincy (who at first was also a knight) decided to be a cuddly bear again. Their friends came over to TOT with them, unfortunately I'm having trouble loading some pictures on here, so I'm not able to put some of the cute pictures I have. Here is Quincy on his way to some houses:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xoWe9Hq-o4Y/TrAcvQYBahI/AAAAAAAADYg/MQJKzN-DCzw/s1600/P1050699.JPG"><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/-xoWe9Hq-o4Y/TrAcvQYBahI/AAAAAAAADYg/MQJKzN-DCzw/s320/P1050699.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670063529034607122" border="0" /></a><br />And when they were tired, they came back home and all wanted to help hand out candy. Well three of them handed out candy and one was a scary decoration! I think they had more fun handing out candy and scaring people than the actual TOTing.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-196uu1Sky28/TrAbo3u9xGI/AAAAAAAADYA/AZUubgmmXzs/s1600/P1050708.JPG"><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_ra8M9dA0Tg/TrAbon8frvI/AAAAAAAADXw/z4B4WwjRFPw/s1600/P1050713.JPG"><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/-_ra8M9dA0Tg/TrAbon8frvI/AAAAAAAADXw/z4B4WwjRFPw/s320/P1050713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670062315590889202" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-POha7MXhq0w/TrAeUrLdrzI/AAAAAAAADZQ/1I2QFOCEKas/s1600/P1050718.JPG"><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/-POha7MXhq0w/TrAeUrLdrzI/AAAAAAAADZQ/1I2QFOCEKas/s320/P1050718.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670065271396478770" border="0" /></a><br />Luckily I we have a large stock of costumes from post-halloween shopping and past presents, otherwise either I would be broke or these kids would have (gasp) wear the same costume for each halloween event!KrisDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379086879637987282noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870755515643529477.post-74562880491337081532011-10-30T14:11:00.006-04:002011-10-30T14:31:39.483-04:00Making jack-o-lanternsA few weeks ago we had our annual family trip to a local pumpkin patch so the boys could play in the various mazes and pick out their pumpkins for this year. This weekend was the weekend to make them in to jack-o-lanterns. Miles and Mike did Miles's pumpkin yesterday, and we figured he was old enough to help clean the pumpkin out.<br /><br />He started out pretty excited to be helping:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Mf1ttWmTdcM/Tq2XcOnvqpI/AAAAAAAADXM/ZCWxNijeUyw/s1600/P1050678.JPG"><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/-Mf1ttWmTdcM/Tq2XcOnvqpI/AAAAAAAADXM/ZCWxNijeUyw/s320/P1050678.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669354017146251922" border="0" /></a><br />Which quickly turned into disgust at what he had to grab onto and pull out of the pumpkin:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uaJwN3YrCJU/Tq2U896He3I/AAAAAAAADVw/ZfxyXVahVXk/s1600/P1050683.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uaJwN3YrCJU/Tq2U896He3I/AAAAAAAADVw/ZfxyXVahVXk/s320/P1050683.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669351281060707186" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nTHu4bWk_94/Tq2U8n38K-I/AAAAAAAADVg/AO-Gv2Nu_iY/s1600/P1050684.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nTHu4bWk_94/Tq2U8n38K-I/AAAAAAAADVg/AO-Gv2Nu_iY/s320/P1050684.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669351275145997282" border="0" /></a><br />Then this morning was Quincy's turn, he got the pleasure of just watching Mike do all the work to make the face he picked out.<br /><br />The pictures of the completed jack-o-lanterns didn't come out too well, hopefully I can get some decent pictures on Halloween night.KrisDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379086879637987282noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870755515643529477.post-38198270560097521432011-10-28T15:40:00.003-04:002011-10-28T15:50:42.793-04:00Quincy starts preschool!Quincy started preschool this week. He has been super excited to be in school for several months. He practically ran into the school:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p1UYV4WB5UY/TqsHTQ-zVqI/AAAAAAAADUk/4Uuc2fcWGqc/s1600/P1050660.JPG"><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/-p1UYV4WB5UY/TqsHTQ-zVqI/AAAAAAAADUk/4Uuc2fcWGqc/s320/P1050660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668632583533188770" border="0" /></a><br />Once inside, he clung to me. This is the same preschool that Miles went to for the last two years, so Quincy knows it quite well. He happily hung up his jacket, found his cubby hole and got his name tag.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_gNtftgjLB8/TqsHT5jMFVI/AAAAAAAADUw/jD97dSiRIBo/s1600/P1050661.JPG"><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/-_gNtftgjLB8/TqsHT5jMFVI/AAAAAAAADUw/jD97dSiRIBo/s320/P1050661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668632594423223634" border="0" /></a><br />Instead of playing with toys, he wanted to help the teacher clean the water out of the tub.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J4hgGiqY7qU/TqsHUT6k0WI/AAAAAAAADVA/uoN5YpVkEtw/s1600/P1050665.JPG"><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/-J4hgGiqY7qU/TqsHUT6k0WI/AAAAAAAADVA/uoN5YpVkEtw/s320/P1050665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668632601500635490" border="0" /></a><br />Then it was time for me to say goodbye. He did not like that at all. The lower lip came out and tears started rolling. It took a few tries, but we finally got him interested in something enough for me to sneak out, and he didn't cry anymore. He was pretty quiet and to himself the first day. Day two he told me he didn't want me to go, but he said goodbye and went happily with the teacher. He was more comfortable and talkative. He still says he would rather be with me, but he likes school. Each day he seems to do better, so I'm sure by the end of next week he will be running away from me to the toys while saying goodbye.KrisDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379086879637987282noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870755515643529477.post-28098911530128483922011-09-10T13:20:00.005-04:002011-09-10T13:50:58.533-04:00Miles's 6th Birthday<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0kMSS6gj9M8/TmuiY32ouhI/AAAAAAAADTs/Qo39d3rsAqw/s1600/P1050495.JPG"><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/-0kMSS6gj9M8/TmuiY32ouhI/AAAAAAAADTs/Qo39d3rsAqw/s320/P1050495.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650788705660090898" border="0" /></a>Miles turned 6 years old yesterday. Such a big boy, in school now, rides the bus, eats lunch at school, the whole shabang. He had such a great day. he got to open a few presents in the morning that arrived in the mail on Thursday, then off to school. Quincy and I brought cupcakes to Miles class and was able to visit with the class and join them for snack time, story time and some of their 'center time'. Here is Miles at his seat in his classroom:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UnUHlCKlW84/TmuiZEgA9uI/AAAAAAAADT0/_yWfFQq_wds/s1600/P1050491.JPG"><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/-UnUHlCKlW84/TmuiZEgA9uI/AAAAAAAADT0/_yWfFQq_wds/s320/P1050491.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650788709054871266" border="0" /></a><br />This year Miles asked to have a birthday party at Chuck E. Cheese. I tried my best to gently encourage other places, but he was set and not budging. So after school yesterday we headed to Chuck E. Cheese, he invited a few friends that joined us there for games, pizza, cake and dancing with Chuck E. Some pre-party fun, Quincy playing guitar hero:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w_f8-Gc2zqo/TmuiYrX8CKI/AAAAAAAADTk/KI-VqkzWisE/s1600/P1050499.JPG"><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/-w_f8-Gc2zqo/TmuiYrX8CKI/AAAAAAAADTk/KI-VqkzWisE/s320/P1050499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650788702310107298" border="0" /></a><br />Some kids dancing with Chuck:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ch8qV1xACCM/TmuiYWE21UI/AAAAAAAADTc/FO-iDROGwfM/s1600/P1050505.JPG"><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/-Ch8qV1xACCM/TmuiYWE21UI/AAAAAAAADTc/FO-iDROGwfM/s320/P1050505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650788696592930114" border="0" /></a><br />A special visit from Chuck himself:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IZL19x5qd70/TmuhtFOxkEI/AAAAAAAADTM/zHkxJqc10CQ/s1600/P1050515.JPG"><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/-IZL19x5qd70/TmuhtFOxkEI/AAAAAAAADTM/zHkxJqc10CQ/s320/P1050515.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650787953336750146" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SK5WQ16tQUk/TmuiYI07hbI/AAAAAAAADTU/75KOCuJaEQY/s1600/P1050512.JPG"><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/-SK5WQ16tQUk/TmuiYI07hbI/AAAAAAAADTU/75KOCuJaEQY/s320/P1050512.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650788693036467634" border="0" /></a><br />As the birthday boy he got to go in the ticket blaster to catch as many tickets as he could in 30 seconds. After staring around in confusion for a few seconds he found the pile of tickets on the bottom that were in the 'blind spot' of the blower and scooped up an enormous handful, then proceeded to just stand there with a big grin plastered on his face for the rest of the time. I wish I could have gotten a picture of the grin, but the flash reflected too much. here he is when the tickets first started flying:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RQMMaBEZ4lo/TmuhskTk4mI/AAAAAAAADTE/GyAKfTLJ4L8/s1600/P1050527.JPG"><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/-RQMMaBEZ4lo/TmuhskTk4mI/AAAAAAAADTE/GyAKfTLJ4L8/s320/P1050527.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650787944498520674" border="0" /></a>Scooping them up:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xin1BSdC_cA/TmuhsidH6pI/AAAAAAAADS8/HrnDZF1FcI0/s1600/P1050528.JPG"><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/-Xin1BSdC_cA/TmuhsidH6pI/AAAAAAAADS8/HrnDZF1FcI0/s320/P1050528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650787944001694354" border="0" /></a><br />And getting out with his handful:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2HMHYao1UrQ/TmuhJWS7v3I/AAAAAAAADS0/jxE3fgOBJmU/s1600/P1050530.JPG"><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/-2HMHYao1UrQ/TmuhJWS7v3I/AAAAAAAADS0/jxE3fgOBJmU/s320/P1050530.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650787339442306930" border="0" /></a><br />He got a birthday boy crown from Chuck, and insisted on putting it on himself:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-otgc9FKSEXA/TmuhJL1gn9I/AAAAAAAADSs/4Fw1s00jq2s/s1600/P1050519.JPG"><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/-otgc9FKSEXA/TmuhJL1gn9I/AAAAAAAADSs/4Fw1s00jq2s/s320/P1050519.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650787336634539986" border="0" /></a><br />Blowing out the candles on his He-Man cake:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uAq6qAhWpn0/TmuhIz5UEVI/AAAAAAAADSk/jdk-MwOSWYo/s1600/P1050524.JPG"><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/-uAq6qAhWpn0/TmuhIz5UEVI/AAAAAAAADSk/jdk-MwOSWYo/s320/P1050524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650787330208043346" border="0" /></a><br />He seemed to love every minute of his party and his day. He had his giant smile on his face every time I saw him. Luckily it wasn't too busy while we where there, and all the kids seem to have a good time. I loved seeing him so utterly happy.KrisDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379086879637987282noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870755515643529477.post-31039856565187750062011-08-29T12:44:00.004-04:002011-08-29T13:00:13.832-04:00First Day of Kindergarten!Miles started kindergarten this morning. He has gone between being apprehensive, scared and excited about starting school all summer, about two weeks ago he started really being excited about it, and has continued being excited all the way through to this morning. He had about 5 minutes of nerves, he laid on the couch then went in the guest room and closed the door, not willing to talk to me or Quincy. A few minutes later he came out, excited again. Yesterday we packed his backpack and he picked out his outfit for today. He went to bed last night and didn't make a peep, he wanted to get his rest and be ready for this morning!
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<br />Here he is, backpack on, heading to the bus stop:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-80hKisUn-ec/TlvFOQIN2oI/AAAAAAAADSc/XDOntS-K4_Y/s1600/P1050465.JPG"><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/-80hKisUn-ec/TlvFOQIN2oI/AAAAAAAADSc/XDOntS-K4_Y/s320/P1050465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646323406477318786" border="0" /></a>
<br />We got out early, not knowing exactly when the bus would arrive, apparently he got tired of standing:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d3qzPaUZAkk/TlvFOAirmzI/AAAAAAAADSU/WJao8-XbVAQ/s1600/P1050472.JPG"><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/-d3qzPaUZAkk/TlvFOAirmzI/AAAAAAAADSU/WJao8-XbVAQ/s320/P1050472.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646323402293353266" border="0" /></a>
<br />The bus is coming!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lW66PGSRP_Q/TlvEfCmAz_I/AAAAAAAADSM/sQuzzvbtnlM/s1600/P1050482.JPG"><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/-lW66PGSRP_Q/TlvEfCmAz_I/AAAAAAAADSM/sQuzzvbtnlM/s320/P1050482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646322595390345202" border="0" /></a>
<br />I had to call out to him to tell him to stop and give me a hug and kiss goodbye. He was so excited he barely had time for me, he just wanted to get on the bus! The bus driver told him to stop and look at me for a picture:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SmHuYS-O0zQ/TlvEenlIE8I/AAAAAAAADR8/vBr8_xnqbPI/s1600/P1050485a.jpg"><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/-SmHuYS-O0zQ/TlvEenlIE8I/AAAAAAAADR8/vBr8_xnqbPI/s320/P1050485a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646322588138869698" border="0" /></a>
<br />And he sat right in the front row, just waiting for the bus to get going:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dSxVgsvkWdM/TlvEe7z2t5I/AAAAAAAADSE/85e3hDoA2Qs/s1600/P1050483.JPG"><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/-dSxVgsvkWdM/TlvEe7z2t5I/AAAAAAAADSE/85e3hDoA2Qs/s320/P1050483.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646322593569355666" border="0" /></a>
<br />He had a giant smile on his face this morning. I am now anxiously waiting for him to come home this afternoon and hear all about his first day of school. I really hope he has a great day. Now I need to start finding something to do with my time...
<br />KrisDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379086879637987282noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870755515643529477.post-53302097110908881762011-08-14T17:33:00.006-04:002011-08-14T17:54:06.209-04:00Dinner at the BeachSome friends invited us to join them and a group of friends for dinner on the beach last night. At this beach we can build a campfire, so that was their plan, build a fire and cook dinner right on the beach. It was great. Their were lots of kids, of all ages, and they all got along great. The kids love going to the beach at any time, but something about being there at night seems extra special. We got there as most people were leaving, so the kids had much more freedom to run and play.
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<br />Quincy wanted to spend most of the time playing in the water:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-meWHDRS4llA/TkhCyh-y2xI/AAAAAAAADR0/DsW9ZxFZkJ4/s1600/P1050364.JPG"><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/-meWHDRS4llA/TkhCyh-y2xI/AAAAAAAADR0/DsW9ZxFZkJ4/s320/P1050364.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640831969164188434" border="0" /></a>When he wasn't in the water he was eating fruit, his dinner consisted of melons and grapes.
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<br />Miles spent all of his time playing with other kids, he especially loved playing with the bigger kids:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sLUBaeR50U0/TkhCyVA3s5I/AAAAAAAADRs/pethZeirrYM/s1600/P1050362.JPG"><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/-sLUBaeR50U0/TkhCyVA3s5I/AAAAAAAADRs/pethZeirrYM/s320/P1050362.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640831965683233682" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eDLAQFMwdUU/TkhCLeh_OsI/AAAAAAAADRk/p01zUpZ0O7g/s1600/P1050368.JPG"><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/-eDLAQFMwdUU/TkhCLeh_OsI/AAAAAAAADRk/p01zUpZ0O7g/s320/P1050368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640831298223160002" border="0" /></a>He ate potato chips almost exclusively for dinner. With a few cucumber slices to make Mom happy. This was a night for fun, not healthy eating. Us adults ate well. Seafood, guacamole, and two tables full of lots of great food.
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<br />The lifeguards were no longer on duty, and the lifeguard tower became entertainment for quite some time:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9OOA3S9YGKc/TkhCLJ0V9XI/AAAAAAAADRc/ay7RROMKKs4/s1600/P1050380.JPG"><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/-9OOA3S9YGKc/TkhCLJ0V9XI/AAAAAAAADRc/ay7RROMKKs4/s320/P1050380.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640831292663002482" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_isWDPLvaU8/TkhBo2ZjHSI/AAAAAAAADRM/6PCEt7Fy6EM/s1600/P1050391.JPG"><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/-_isWDPLvaU8/TkhBo2ZjHSI/AAAAAAAADRM/6PCEt7Fy6EM/s320/P1050391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640830703334792482" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--gxW0v6p3hg/TkhCK9W98fI/AAAAAAAADRU/OX_4wZyKhdE/s1600/P1050388.JPG"><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/--gxW0v6p3hg/TkhCK9W98fI/AAAAAAAADRU/OX_4wZyKhdE/s320/P1050388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640831289318568434" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0VJvFI4LXZs/TkhBosIxXeI/AAAAAAAADRE/Iuij9c8RbOg/s1600/P1050399.JPG"><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/-0VJvFI4LXZs/TkhBosIxXeI/AAAAAAAADRE/Iuij9c8RbOg/s320/P1050399.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640830700580068834" border="0" /></a>
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<br />And one of the kids favorite parts of going to the beach at night, chasing and catching ghost crabs:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-a4NlYTQgsSU/TkhBobTj8qI/AAAAAAAADQ8/KqAK5NZ-fjM/s1600/P1050411.JPG"><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/-a4NlYTQgsSU/TkhBobTj8qI/AAAAAAAADQ8/KqAK5NZ-fjM/s320/P1050411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640830696061924002" border="0" /></a>
<br />We had cranky kids for much of today, but it was well worth the fun night we all had.
<br />KrisDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379086879637987282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870755515643529477.post-8782102705644446982011-08-11T13:09:00.002-04:002011-08-11T13:22:03.664-04:00Potty TrainingWe are in the midst of potty training. The thing that seemed to work for Quincy to get him to go on the potty was being naked. Yep, just running around the house naked all day, with a potty seat in the middle of the living room floor. Of course Miles thought that meant he could also run around naked. That did not last long. After almost a week of nakedness, Quincy was doing great going peepee in the potty while naked. But couldn't seem to tell the difference between wearing a diaper and underwear, so diapers became for sleeping only. Thus started a few days of many accidents. Luckily it only took a few days for him to realize he was wearing underwear and peepee and underwear do not mix well!
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<br />He seems to have mastered potty training for peepee, even most naptimes and bedtimes he will wake up dry, and now even wears underwear for naptime. The other potty training is not moving along so well. The latest was this morning at Walmart, after a mad dash race to the bathroom, I had some fun clean-up to do inside the stall. Not fun. So hopefully he can figure this part out before too long, I'm really tired of all the clean up, although I have to admit I am getting more of a routine going and getting much better. I'm quite proud at how well he is doing so far, and just keep hoping he will things moving forward and not get stopped up with #2!
<br />KrisDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379086879637987282noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870755515643529477.post-69042212094861652532011-08-08T12:46:00.004-04:002011-08-08T13:03:07.490-04:00Happy Birthday Quincy!My baby is 3 years old today. And quickly becoming a big boy. He is in the middle of potty training, and the last few days he has been doing great. He is so very proud of going on the potty and wearing big boy underwear. he is talking up a storm and constantly on the go. He loves to role play driving around town, going to the hairdresser, getting gas and going to the store. He loves playing with anything Miles has and is always getting in trouble for trying to take things away from Miles. He has a sweet smile and a big heart.
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<br />We had his birthday party yesterday. He requested a Yo Gabba Gabba cake, specifically asking for Brobee. And as usual, Mike complied:
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<br />He blew out all his candles, by himself:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dNMGjIaaPiI/TkAWWEqGgzI/AAAAAAAADQ0/fPHNFJ-2kpc/s1600/P1050258.JPG"><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/-dNMGjIaaPiI/TkAWWEqGgzI/AAAAAAAADQ0/fPHNFJ-2kpc/s320/P1050258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638531301931123506" border="0" /></a>
<br />He was just so excited!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-o5LROgtiYfg/TkAWVtN3ZwI/AAAAAAAADQk/p0VlmL6JgjU/s1600/P1050263.JPG"><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/-o5LROgtiYfg/TkAWVtN3ZwI/AAAAAAAADQk/p0VlmL6JgjU/s320/P1050263.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638531295638677250" border="0" /></a>
<br />Eating the frosting, one fingerful at a time:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8uJTlPLE73A/TkAV_hwqJNI/AAAAAAAADQc/qsyQi8p_0AI/s1600/P1050265.JPG"><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/-8uJTlPLE73A/TkAV_hwqJNI/AAAAAAAADQc/qsyQi8p_0AI/s320/P1050265.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638530914606261458" border="0" /></a>
<br />He got a cash register, store set and shopping cart as presents, he loved them, here are some of the kids playing store:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DWNV8rEnKzs/TkAV-890YcI/AAAAAAAADQM/jUTHAEe-vJg/s1600/P1050273.JPG"><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/-DWNV8rEnKzs/TkAV-890YcI/AAAAAAAADQM/jUTHAEe-vJg/s320/P1050273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638530904729346498" border="0" /></a>
<br />Apparently Quincy had a lot of shopping to do, since he is shopping with both a cart and hand basket!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xmDwTIJptXs/TkAV_avi05I/AAAAAAAADQU/qCMsZ5iCjpE/s1600/P1050269.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 306px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xmDwTIJptXs/TkAV_avi05I/AAAAAAAADQU/qCMsZ5iCjpE/s320/P1050269.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638530912722539410" border="0" /></a>
<br />KrisDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379086879637987282noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870755515643529477.post-34927555900061884092011-08-04T13:06:00.003-04:002011-08-04T13:13:35.006-04:00Hubby did Good!While the kids and I went to NH to play and camp, Mike decided he needed to stay home to get things done. Primarily he is working on his master's degree and needed to put some good, uninterrupted time into a paper. Well, our list of things to do around the house has just sat on the fridge all summer, he did finally tell me that he was planning on doing some of the things while we were in NH. And boy he wasn't lying! Not only did he get more than half the things on the list done, he was planning a surprise for me. He cleaned and reorganized the basement - including building shelves!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-AlUw_X0ICRI/TjrSZT_kCbI/AAAAAAAADQE/GQTTpiKj3nU/s1600/P1050246.JPG"><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/-AlUw_X0ICRI/TjrSZT_kCbI/AAAAAAAADQE/GQTTpiKj3nU/s320/P1050246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637049215913036210" border="0" /></a><br />He did a great job. He even made sure he had leftover supples and room for any shelves I might want to add. I wish I had a before picture, it was slightly organized piles of everything on the floor. It was such a wonderful surprise - I told him I would happily leave him home again! (I'm not sure that was the response he was hoping for!)KrisDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379086879637987282noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870755515643529477.post-52156739301682625732011-08-01T12:19:00.002-04:002011-08-01T12:25:51.462-04:00A new hairdresserIt seems we have a new hairdresser in our family. Earlier last week we caught Miles with a pair of kid scissors, sitting behind Quincy - his happy accomplice, posed with the scissors in one hand and a handful of Quincy's hair in the other hand. He told us he thought Quincy's hair was too long and he needed a haircut. We thought we caught him in time, until we had a closer look at Quincy's head and saw a clump of hair sitting loosely on top. At least we think it was only one or two cuts, and it is not noticeable at all.<br /><br />Then we picked up Miles from school on Friday and the teacher handed me a sandwich bag with a lock of Miles's hair in it. He sat by himself at the craft table and randomly cut hair from the top of his head. His is only a bit noticeable, if you look closely. I think I may save the baggy with the hair in it along with his other kindergarten crafts. Ahh. The fun begins.KrisDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379086879637987282noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870755515643529477.post-16157815118797842222011-07-27T18:24:00.006-04:002011-07-28T13:22:50.351-04:00Camping in NHThe kids and I spent all of last week and some of this week in New Hampshire camping with my parents in their camper. We spent most of that time at the campground lake/beach swimming.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZSrcuKLfxOM/TjGYt1J1JlI/AAAAAAAADPs/WyH9DVcAGHU/s1600/P1050181.JPG"><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/-ZSrcuKLfxOM/TjGYt1J1JlI/AAAAAAAADPs/WyH9DVcAGHU/s320/P1050181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634452521947047506" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J3lWnktWA2w/TjGYuNwcGnI/AAAAAAAADP0/lxlaTDYBElI/s1600/P1050183.JPG"><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/-J3lWnktWA2w/TjGYuNwcGnI/AAAAAAAADP0/lxlaTDYBElI/s320/P1050183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634452528551434866" border="0" /></a><br />Miles wanted to swim out to the dock as soon as we got the lake each morning:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wSPm7LnWOyY/TjGYtl7LBVI/AAAAAAAADPk/5mjO2bM6SPs/s1600/P1050178.JPG"><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/-wSPm7LnWOyY/TjGYtl7LBVI/AAAAAAAADPk/5mjO2bM6SPs/s320/P1050178.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634452517859034450" border="0" /></a><br />And then come back to play with the water squirters:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kcg07BRAYcA/TjGYuaVCN3I/AAAAAAAADP8/TElQLwws0lI/s1600/P1050185.JPG"><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/-kcg07BRAYcA/TjGYuaVCN3I/AAAAAAAADP8/TElQLwws0lI/s320/P1050185.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634452531926153074" border="0" /></a><br />Some days we spent more time at the beach than others. The boys played and swam hard, and got tired:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YXYMGchgN5E/TjGTVnXYVlI/AAAAAAAADOk/xrIocILNUMo/s1600/P1050238.JPG"><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/-YXYMGchgN5E/TjGTVnXYVlI/AAAAAAAADOk/xrIocILNUMo/s320/P1050238.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634446608370783826" border="0" /></a><br />Quincy and Grandpa, napping on the beach together:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ypDFNiRJzmA/TjGTVE7r3WI/AAAAAAAADOc/WvBCfpqPbA8/s1600/P1050243.JPG"><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/-ypDFNiRJzmA/TjGTVE7r3WI/AAAAAAAADOc/WvBCfpqPbA8/s320/P1050243.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634446599127817570" border="0" /></a><br />It was super hot for a few of the days, one of those days we decided to find an inside activity, and found the <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.see-sciencecenter.org">See Science Center</a>, an interactive science museum that the kids loved. Here is Quincy playing with a machine that shows air thrust:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qSG5H4cPyQk/TjGW0aD5uEI/AAAAAAAADPE/xs2tWX8wNN0/s1600/P1050203.JPG"><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/-qSG5H4cPyQk/TjGW0aD5uEI/AAAAAAAADPE/xs2tWX8wNN0/s320/P1050203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634450435910252610" border="0" /></a><br />And here is Miles on his favorite exhibit, pulley chairs, the boys could pull themselves up with the rope that is attached to the chair via a series of pulleys.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xDlqN_8DtE0/TjGW0JPHacI/AAAAAAAADO8/avphy_xFviY/s1600/P1050215.JPG"><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/-xDlqN_8DtE0/TjGW0JPHacI/AAAAAAAADO8/avphy_xFviY/s320/P1050215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634450431393884610" border="0" /></a><br />And the boys digging for fossils:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H8dsBrHeNtU/TjGWzxd5AXI/AAAAAAAADO0/dI_zXQUSj2o/s1600/P1050219.JPG"><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/-H8dsBrHeNtU/TjGWzxd5AXI/AAAAAAAADO0/dI_zXQUSj2o/s320/P1050219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634450425013404018" border="0" /></a><br />My brother and his family were vacationing the same week, one day they were kind enough to invite us to join them at the lake house where they were vacationing. Miles couldn't seem to get enough time swimming in the lake:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RbK0qj2Aq44/TjGXX2gpOSI/AAAAAAAADPc/6MBN5rGQeME/s1600/P1050191.JPG"><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/-RbK0qj2Aq44/TjGXX2gpOSI/AAAAAAAADPc/6MBN5rGQeME/s320/P1050191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634451044842420514" border="0" /></a><br />He loved swimming with his aunt and cousin:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TXnsRDMZzp8/TjGXXn4j5TI/AAAAAAAADPU/9RU2DDnDxik/s1600/P1050193.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TXnsRDMZzp8/TjGXXn4j5TI/AAAAAAAADPU/9RU2DDnDxik/s320/P1050193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634451040916202802" border="0" /></a><br />And Maddie reading to Miles & Quincy, they loved her funny voices!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3k71ITwFC8w/TjGXXYveBnI/AAAAAAAADPM/PPBQ7MNRtBs/s1600/P1050197.JPG"><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/-3k71ITwFC8w/TjGXXYveBnI/AAAAAAAADPM/PPBQ7MNRtBs/s320/P1050197.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634451036851537522" border="0" /></a><br />One of the most favorite parts of camping is the campfire. The boys were thrilled that they got to not only help pick out and carry the wood over to the fire pit, but they got to help put the wood in as well:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7viVd09QgPk/TjGTV39ILwI/AAAAAAAADOs/1RU08zQqFko/s1600/P1050230.JPG"><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/-7viVd09QgPk/TjGTV39ILwI/AAAAAAAADOs/1RU08zQqFko/s320/P1050230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634446612824076034" border="0" /></a>Most of the week was loads of fun. There were a few meltdowns and testing of boundaries. A few times when my prenting skills were, um, tired and not at their best. And the afternoon at my brothers house, most was fun, except when the dog discovered an inground bees nest, right next to where the kids were playing. Luckily no kids got stung, but the dog was swarmed by the bees, got covered with stings and an emergency trip to the animal er was required. Thankfully they got there in time and the dog was fine. We are now recovered from the trip and drive and completely unpacked, laundered and just about ready for band camp to start on Monday.KrisDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379086879637987282noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870755515643529477.post-65635808234042844852011-07-23T14:57:00.000-04:002011-07-23T14:57:00.457-04:00Blackberry pickingWhile you are reading this post, the kids and I will already be in NH visiting my parents and staying with them at their campground. I set up this and the last few posts to publish while we are gone, and this will be the last one until after we return.<br /><br />Last Saturday morning we all went picking blackberries for the first time. We've done lots of strawberry, blueberry & apple picking before, but this is the first year that I tuned into there being a local u-pick blackberry place. There were loads of them, so it didn't take long at all.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kIzr9FFwSrI/TiHgWfGbjiI/AAAAAAAADOM/LCnZnwqu5yU/s1600/P1050174.JPG"><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/-kIzr9FFwSrI/TiHgWfGbjiI/AAAAAAAADOM/LCnZnwqu5yU/s320/P1050174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630027686100045346" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9XV9Ev4GmzA/TiHgWhn0doI/AAAAAAAADOU/10AhzNRg-bM/s1600/P1050175.JPG"><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/-9XV9Ev4GmzA/TiHgWhn0doI/AAAAAAAADOU/10AhzNRg-bM/s320/P1050175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630027686776960642" border="0" /></a><br />Yummy! Blackerry crisp, blackberry chicken, and just munching on blackberries! I don't think I have ever eaten so many blackberries in my life, and I plan on doing it again.KrisDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379086879637987282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870755515643529477.post-61027362690025745942011-07-21T13:19:00.001-04:002011-07-21T13:19:00.782-04:00Alright, in yesterday's post we covered our first two days of camping and lots of sightseeing. We spent the next day just relaxing at the campground, <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HwGHcbR91ng/TiHXhXzayAI/AAAAAAAADM8/UMLTF-1d6VE/s1600/P1050075.JPG"><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/-HwGHcbR91ng/TiHXhXzayAI/AAAAAAAADM8/UMLTF-1d6VE/s320/P1050075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630017977515165698" border="0" /></a>swimming in the pool,<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sj4zc-JwGuQ/TiHXhhqrszI/AAAAAAAADNE/_4pgmKcvOD0/s1600/P1050078.JPG"><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/-sj4zc-JwGuQ/TiHXhhqrszI/AAAAAAAADNE/_4pgmKcvOD0/s320/P1050078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630017980162880306" border="0" /></a> exploring trails, just playing. The following day brought us another relaxing day, but we went out and hiked a bit of the Appalachian trail (about 5-10 minutes worth!)<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mWuF3tSE4KY/TiHYD3bPHxI/AAAAAAAADNM/Rvwyxt7i8go/s1600/P1050115.JPG"><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/-mWuF3tSE4KY/TiHYD3bPHxI/AAAAAAAADNM/Rvwyxt7i8go/s320/P1050115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630018570119225106" border="0" /></a><br />Then went playing in the mountain creek. This is something I did quite a bit growing up on family camping trips, and was thrilled to be able to introduce it to Miles and Quincy. Dipping our feet in:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eJYDeKw4QGE/TiHY40tycCI/AAAAAAAADNU/cot-3In5yU0/s1600/P1050126.JPG"><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/-eJYDeKw4QGE/TiHY40tycCI/AAAAAAAADNU/cot-3In5yU0/s320/P1050126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630019479924797474" border="0" /></a><br />Quincy and Mike mostly stayed on a big rock and played with the water from there,<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fyURqhK4u3E/TiHY5upoc8I/AAAAAAAADNk/NxDr_HsM5ws/s1600/P1050127.JPG"><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/-fyURqhK4u3E/TiHY5upoc8I/AAAAAAAADNk/NxDr_HsM5ws/s320/P1050127.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630019495476622274" border="0" /></a><br />Miles and I went into the water. Going in carefully at first:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qyg_06L5dUc/TiHY5Q3DudI/AAAAAAAADNc/9iDacTDyhFE/s1600/P1050131.JPG"><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/-qyg_06L5dUc/TiHY5Q3DudI/AAAAAAAADNc/9iDacTDyhFE/s320/P1050131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630019487479871954" border="0" /></a><br />Enjoying the water:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fOmS4dC1ayE/TiHZZ9NRw6I/AAAAAAAADN8/mq1aqqygX3Q/s1600/P1050163.JPG"><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/-fOmS4dC1ayE/TiHZZ9NRw6I/AAAAAAAADN8/mq1aqqygX3Q/s320/P1050163.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630020049140040610" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BdMn0jyy3u8/TiHZZSm5VCI/AAAAAAAADNs/WsrsHomd58E/s1600/P1050137.JPG"><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/-BdMn0jyy3u8/TiHZZSm5VCI/AAAAAAAADNs/WsrsHomd58E/s320/P1050137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630020037704766498" border="0" /></a><br />Drinking the water:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cyi8XVR6c5M/TiHZZp4DLvI/AAAAAAAADN0/oShHnoCk_hE/s1600/P1050157.JPG"><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/-cyi8XVR6c5M/TiHZZp4DLvI/AAAAAAAADN0/oShHnoCk_hE/s320/P1050157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630020043950730994" border="0" /></a><br />And our final night camping, roasting hot dogs for dinner:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jsbm0s0UwcI/TiHZ356HolI/AAAAAAAADOE/W5dkfakTU7M/s1600/P1050169.JPG"><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/-jsbm0s0UwcI/TiHZ356HolI/AAAAAAAADOE/W5dkfakTU7M/s320/P1050169.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630020563650454098" border="0" /></a><br />We had a great trip. The boys did not want to leave and end camping. We were tired, dirty, relaxed and had lots of memories (and pictures)!KrisDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379086879637987282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870755515643529477.post-8701596275911403912011-07-20T12:15:00.003-04:002011-07-20T12:15:01.239-04:00Camping in VAFor our family vacation this year we chose to camp for a week in the mountains of Virginia. (Warning, this post is very long and picture heavy!) Specifically, about 10 miles from the Natural Bridge. We drove on Skyline drive through the Shenandoah Mountains:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9sVAHL631W0/TiG8AAsyPRI/AAAAAAAADKM/uZGYAzLSE60/s1600/P1040851.JPG"><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/-9sVAHL631W0/TiG8AAsyPRI/AAAAAAAADKM/uZGYAzLSE60/s320/P1040851.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629987717563694354" border="0" /></a><br />Our campground was smack dab in the mountains. It was in Jefferson National Forest, about 1 mile off the Appalachian Trail. We had to drive down a long winding road that followed a creek into the campground. And because we went midweek, there was hardly anyone else there. It was quiet, secluded and wonderful.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GG2lhSdRuqM/TiHIjdoQxAI/AAAAAAAADM0/SngVkGP_EAw/s1600/P1050109.JPG"><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/-GG2lhSdRuqM/TiHIjdoQxAI/AAAAAAAADM0/SngVkGP_EAw/s320/P1050109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630001520764306434" border="0" /></a><br />While there we pretty much had our entire section of camp sites to ourselves. A couple of nights there were some Appalachian Trail backpackers that stayed in our area. It was great to talk to them and hear their different stories. One guy was hiking for just two days, some for a month and three months. A few were doing the entire trail from Georgia to Maine. And one person Mike talked to was doing much more than the trail - he started hiking in January in Key West and was planning on finishing in October in Canada. Wow.<br /><br />Anyhow, our first day we went to the Natural Bridge:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fvwasf8vofs/TiG8AWliHaI/AAAAAAAADKU/8PIMqQUjVLM/s1600/P1040887.JPG"><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/-fvwasf8vofs/TiG8AWliHaI/AAAAAAAADKU/8PIMqQUjVLM/s320/P1040887.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629987723438857634" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-z3Bs8A4lTBY/TiG8A1KEHSI/AAAAAAAADKc/x10Lq_jh5U8/s1600/P1040890.JPG"><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/-z3Bs8A4lTBY/TiG8A1KEHSI/AAAAAAAADKc/x10Lq_jh5U8/s320/P1040890.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629987731645144354" border="0" /></a><br />Also there they had a replica of an indian village, a butterfly walk-through habitat, a toy museum. Nearby was an interesting place with a dinosaur kingdom, in the woods was a whole bunch of dinosaurs attacking civil war soldiers. The boys loved seeing the dinosaurs:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EtuqPRXJ5xg/TiG9NQBHKuI/AAAAAAAADK0/QJW2fzf8IX0/s1600/P1040946.JPG"><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/-EtuqPRXJ5xg/TiG9NQBHKuI/AAAAAAAADK0/QJW2fzf8IX0/s320/P1040946.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629989044525411042" border="0" /></a><br />Also there was a giant slug that the kids could crawl through, this was Miles favorite part of the entire week. As he put it, being digested and thrown up by a slug.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-58TZ7bC11GA/TiG-Lgz9-rI/AAAAAAAADLE/GbN7oTVOGZY/s1600/P1040929.JPG"><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/-58TZ7bC11GA/TiG-Lgz9-rI/AAAAAAAADLE/GbN7oTVOGZY/s320/P1040929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629990114185575090" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yKbP-aVhSAo/TiG9MtZgAlI/AAAAAAAADKk/6PMuS6tSGnk/s1600/P1040927.JPG"><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/-yKbP-aVhSAo/TiG9MtZgAlI/AAAAAAAADKk/6PMuS6tSGnk/s320/P1040927.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629989035232461394" border="0" /></a><br />And the main reason we went there was for a haunted house. Miles begged us to go, was all he could think about, talk about and ask about. We did know they did no-scare tours with the lights on, so we let him go. In fact all four of us went. Miles was beaming with pride that he went through a real haunted house and didn't get scared.<br /><br />Day 2 was another busy day of sightseeing. First order of the day, Mike got to see what was on the top of his sightseeing list for our trip. Foamhenge. Yep, you read it right, a complete replica of Stonehenge made out of foam:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aT5MCD-EdFM/TiG_jWtzZEI/AAAAAAAADLM/l7YgB4wgiOs/s1600/P1040955.JPG"><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/-aT5MCD-EdFM/TiG_jWtzZEI/AAAAAAAADLM/l7YgB4wgiOs/s320/P1040955.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629991623303849026" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NjQUEzfQ-IM/TiG_jytgX7I/AAAAAAAADLU/UrgZEJFuz-E/s1600/P1040966.JPG"><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/-NjQUEzfQ-IM/TiG_jytgX7I/AAAAAAAADLU/UrgZEJFuz-E/s320/P1040966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629991630818795442" border="0" /></a>Our life is now complete, really, what else do you need to see after this?!<br /><br />Then we proceeded to a wonderful safari type zoo. It was a drive through park where most of the animals roamed around and you could feed and pet them. It was amazing. They had a wagon ride available as well, so we chose to do that for feeding the animals. We did drive through first on our own, and many of the animals were clearly upset that we did not have food for them.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q_glhZJ-hdU/TiHCNPuRWoI/AAAAAAAADLc/ahZfEdrvZjQ/s1600/P1040968.JPG"><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/-q_glhZJ-hdU/TiHCNPuRWoI/AAAAAAAADLc/ahZfEdrvZjQ/s320/P1040968.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629994542004525698" border="0" /></a><br />Here is a momma Emu with a bunch of babies:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CcXYl2RYSww/TiHCNfKlf5I/AAAAAAAADLk/vk8Xuk7PdBg/s1600/P1040969.JPG"><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/-CcXYl2RYSww/TiHCNfKlf5I/AAAAAAAADLk/vk8Xuk7PdBg/s320/P1040969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629994546149818258" border="0" /></a><br />On the wagon ride, feeding camels:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gNleh844xew/TiHCN006MlI/AAAAAAAADLs/7HdXYtsAEis/s1600/P1040984.JPG"><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/-gNleh844xew/TiHCN006MlI/AAAAAAAADLs/7HdXYtsAEis/s320/P1040984.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629994551964480082" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AyIzdKPjdh0/TiHDgeZMGjI/AAAAAAAADMM/tCc03in0o20/s1600/P1040987.JPG"><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/-AyIzdKPjdh0/TiHDgeZMGjI/AAAAAAAADMM/tCc03in0o20/s320/P1040987.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629995971871775282" border="0" /></a><br />And elk, close enough to pet and feel their antlers:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fXt2gzBsH5k/TiHDZp5yrhI/AAAAAAAADL0/a2Bt6w6GVyQ/s1600/P1050004.JPG"><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/-fXt2gzBsH5k/TiHDZp5yrhI/AAAAAAAADL0/a2Bt6w6GVyQ/s320/P1050004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629995854702226962" border="0" /></a><br />Another highlight was the bison (buffalo), which happens to be Miles favorite animal. They eat a lot.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ACHh64Bwy0k/TiHDZ6c0Y0I/AAAAAAAADL8/xnfMHHdsZRw/s1600/P1050017.JPG"><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/-ACHh64Bwy0k/TiHDZ6c0Y0I/AAAAAAAADL8/xnfMHHdsZRw/s320/P1050017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629995859144106818" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oklBOZmGvKI/TiHDaY2JUgI/AAAAAAAADME/tDxGsgyKwrQ/s1600/P1050022.JPG"><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/-oklBOZmGvKI/TiHDaY2JUgI/AAAAAAAADME/tDxGsgyKwrQ/s320/P1050022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629995867303399938" border="0" /></a><br />A highlight for me was the lorakeet cage. We got to go in and feed them. The boys chose not to hold the food. So Mike and I got the fun:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5HpZ9pG9GNA/TiHESIP9E4I/AAAAAAAADMc/MXqAvc7w_N0/s1600/P1050052.JPG"><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/-5HpZ9pG9GNA/TiHESIP9E4I/AAAAAAAADMc/MXqAvc7w_N0/s320/P1050052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629996824920920962" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tof7PNBo3h8/TiHER4jhSEI/AAAAAAAADMU/FQG9WWyrVOQ/s1600/P1050044.JPG"><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/-tof7PNBo3h8/TiHER4jhSEI/AAAAAAAADMU/FQG9WWyrVOQ/s320/P1050044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629996820708018242" border="0" /></a><br />Next up for the day was seeing a cavern:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NE5KlUlnBzE/TiHFWxrafHI/AAAAAAAADMs/IyzEa8raWgk/s1600/P1050074.JPG"><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/-NE5KlUlnBzE/TiHFWxrafHI/AAAAAAAADMs/IyzEa8raWgk/s320/P1050074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629998004273052786" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IGPFV5ZKXG8/TiHFWVHTtCI/AAAAAAAADMk/ZJ85Q8BLWWo/s1600/P1050068.JPG"><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/-IGPFV5ZKXG8/TiHFWVHTtCI/AAAAAAAADMk/ZJ85Q8BLWWo/s320/P1050068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629997996605420578" border="0" /></a><br />And then it rained. hard. So we went out for dinner.<br /><br />And this has become very long, so I will continue this post tomorrow...KrisDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379086879637987282noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870755515643529477.post-41168054182253574112011-07-18T08:59:00.000-04:002011-07-18T08:59:00.813-04:00Summer funAs I mentioned in my post yesterday, we have been very busy so far this summer. I will go into it a bit more in these next couple of posts, along with, of course, some pictures.<br /><br />The month started with a weekend camping trip in the woods with some good family time:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YpPN8DRIuuM/TiGPyOYn05I/AAAAAAAADI8/xAWsWY90URc/s1600/P1040809.JPG"><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/-YpPN8DRIuuM/TiGPyOYn05I/AAAAAAAADI8/xAWsWY90URc/s320/P1040809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629939102207431570" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MK99g9sOR08/TiGPyeKkYcI/AAAAAAAADJE/9wvuvpZKA4s/s1600/P1040816.JPG"><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/-MK99g9sOR08/TiGPyeKkYcI/AAAAAAAADJE/9wvuvpZKA4s/s320/P1040816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629939106443452866" border="0" /></a><br />Playing with bugs - on the playground:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ac3hHIEMA2s/TiGP-zbLwOI/AAAAAAAADJM/hqGeQislr-M/s1600/P1040821.JPG"><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/-Ac3hHIEMA2s/TiGP-zbLwOI/AAAAAAAADJM/hqGeQislr-M/s320/P1040821.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629939318308716770" border="0" /></a>And in the great nature center:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AAn1v2awYwk/TiGP_Dc33fI/AAAAAAAADJU/a8ztP8aKoxk/s1600/P1040826.JPG"><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/-AAn1v2awYwk/TiGP_Dc33fI/AAAAAAAADJU/a8ztP8aKoxk/s320/P1040826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629939322610769394" border="0" /></a><br />We spent a morning having fun with a friend at a funhouse full of bouncy houses and slides:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LwOB8sFvJFA/TiGQ3kkDTeI/AAAAAAAADJk/mPVV92XZ8us/s1600/P1040838.JPG"><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/-LwOB8sFvJFA/TiGQ3kkDTeI/AAAAAAAADJk/mPVV92XZ8us/s320/P1040838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629940293571923426" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LGa1RUWOli0/TiGQ3ACnRkI/AAAAAAAADJc/YdYAYpRsJ0c/s1600/P1040835.JPG"><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/-LGa1RUWOli0/TiGQ3ACnRkI/AAAAAAAADJc/YdYAYpRsJ0c/s320/P1040835.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629940283767998018" border="0" /></a>(yep, that is Quincy climbing up the giant slide)<br /><br />Lots of things I didn't take pictures of - our 4th of July beach trip, blueberry picking, trip to NY to visit family, and our trip to the big zoo in the city. The trip to the zoo was eventful, first of all it was nearly a hundred degrees - not something we will ever do again in the middle of summer. Second, Quincy and I had a bit of a crash when he stepped in front of me suddenly and stopped. This in itself wouldn't be too bad, but I was wearing sandals and the crash involved a toenail that I had already injured a couple of weeks ago. The result was the toenail on my big toe sticking up in a rather unnatural angle, a great deal of pain, and the loss of that toenail. Oh, and this was at the beginning of our day. It was a memorable trip.<br /><br />On to more fun stuff, some random fun pictures from this past month (0r so):<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jEanTLaW9wM/TiGS7yje7II/AAAAAAAADJ0/RK6Uqju9ZL4/s1600/P1040834.JPG"><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/-jEanTLaW9wM/TiGS7yje7II/AAAAAAAADJ0/RK6Uqju9ZL4/s320/P1040834.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629942565070367874" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gaxK74WxRyo/TiGS8p0C3LI/AAAAAAAADKE/NL7CmLgIkgk/s1600/P1040845.JPG"><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/-gaxK74WxRyo/TiGS8p0C3LI/AAAAAAAADKE/NL7CmLgIkgk/s320/P1040845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629942579903782066" border="0" /></a><br />Apparently one pair of sunglasses was not enough for Miles:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KAV3OzcGqIQ/TiGS8MItRvI/AAAAAAAADJ8/bAtx4mrmGvo/s1600/P1040842.JPG"><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/-KAV3OzcGqIQ/TiGS8MItRvI/AAAAAAAADJ8/bAtx4mrmGvo/s320/P1040842.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629942571937384178" border="0" /></a><br />A very patient and cooperative Batdog:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-R4X5pQwWmHY/TiGS7yxFTSI/AAAAAAAADJs/VYxV6OEL-_4/s1600/P1040831.JPG"><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/-R4X5pQwWmHY/TiGS7yxFTSI/AAAAAAAADJs/VYxV6OEL-_4/s320/P1040831.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629942565127408930" border="0" /></a>KrisDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379086879637987282noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870755515643529477.post-10014118828651910572011-07-16T08:17:00.004-04:002011-07-16T15:07:05.714-04:00Long overdue postIt has been a busy summer so far, and I have been neglectful of this little blog, it seems to come last on my list of things to do these days. I will try to do a few posts over the next few days to fill you in a bit on what we have been doing this summer.<br /><br />Let's see, Quincy is still not wanting to potty train, he no longer even wants to wear underwear. Occasionally, he will play on a potty seat, so we now have one in the living room for him to play with. He often will tell me when he is going, but never wants to go in the potty. I'm being patient and letting him set the pace, trying very hard not to push him. We'll see.<br /><br />We've been using a new responsibility chart/reward system with Miles that has been working quite well. He has a chart with seven different responsibilities that we can change weekly, ranging from making his bed, feeding the pets, to showing respect, no whining, etc. He can earn a smiley face for each responsibility each day, and if he earns an entire row of smiley faces, he earns a gold coin (plastic) that he can save in his treasure chest. He can also earn or lose gold coins for super good/bad behavior. Once a week he can shop at the 'Mom & Dad store' to redeem his coins for candy, toys, coupons for late bedtime, extra screen time, all sorts of stuff, but some of the stuff is quite expensive (in gold coins) so he he has to chose to save or spend. He has really responded great to this system and works very hard to earn gold coins. He is learning to do chores, the type of behavior we expect from him and how to save.<br /><br />Some of the things we have done so far, we have been blueberry picking, a trip to NY to visit family, a couple of camping trips - a weekend and a week, a trip to the city to the 'big' zoo (as Miles calls it.) A couple of community band concerts, July 4th on the beach with a campfire, and good friends watching fireworks while the kids caught ghost crabs, a tour of Miles kindergarten and starting to get him ready for school.<br /><br />Miles is very apprehensive of kindergarten. Last weekend we took him out bookbag and lunch box shopping, he picked out the coolest <a href="http://www.toysrus.com/product/index.jsp?productId=11726454&prodFindSrc=rv">Ironman <span style="text-decoration: underline;">bookbag</span></a> and a Ben 10 lunch box. He was excited about them, and got excited to show off his Ben 10 lunch box at lunchtime, but still fearful of school. Yesterday morning Mike took Miles to visit his elementary school, met the principal and got a tour of the school. He came home and didn't want to tell me much, except that there were 2 playgrounds and a closet full of sports balls in the gym. Last night there was a school readiness fair for the entire school district, he got to see his principal again, she remembered him and although he hid from her at first, later on he talked with her one on one. We got to ride a school bus, a first time thing for Quincy, he was so excited he could barely talk! Miles was super excited and I do believe he is looking forward to riding the bus to school. So at least we may get him there.<br /><br />Wow, this has turned out to be a long post, and totally not at all going in the direction I planned when I logged on. I do feel that this blog has not ended up being what I originally thought I would do. I feel that instead of just being a let you all know what we are up to and what is going on in our life, it has become a highlight reel of our best of times. Almost a brag blog, look at us doing fun things type of blog. And that isn't really what I like to do. I am excited when we do fun things or the kids do cute/funny stuff, but I don't really like to feel like I am bragging. I also don't like to share bad stuff and feel like I am looking for sympathy. So I am going to try to be more well rounded here, still share fun stuff, but include more day-to-day and not-so-great stuff as well.KrisDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379086879637987282noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870755515643529477.post-67410261803866667872011-05-31T14:06:00.007-04:002011-05-31T14:35:04.856-04:00Backyard summer funIt has been sunny and hot here this past week. The boys have wanted to go in the backyard to play in their kiddie pool everyday. Recently I picked up a slip-n-slide as well. So here are some various pictures from our backyard playtime. The boys wore the same swim trunks every day, so the pictures from various days all run into each other.<br /><br />Their version of a water slide:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P4pnzjOtExU/TeUz21aB5qI/AAAAAAAADIg/2tyQPEpY8hU/s1600/P1040752.JPG"><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_sJUNYZ-0Dw/TeU0Y9QaWEI/AAAAAAAADIw/OcEnsc_-ebU/s1600/P1040754.JPG"><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/-_sJUNYZ-0Dw/TeU0Y9QaWEI/AAAAAAAADIw/OcEnsc_-ebU/s320/P1040754.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612950113952094274" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DUkEwtznXi4/TeUz3VCmp-I/AAAAAAAADIo/GTGD5Yjn7KU/s1600/P1040750.JPG"><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/-DUkEwtznXi4/TeUz3VCmp-I/AAAAAAAADIo/GTGD5Yjn7KU/s320/P1040750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612949536221079522" border="0" /></a><br />Trying to slide together:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Phq6BWrzUt8/TeUz2vfj_FI/AAAAAAAADIY/QG_u0fr1Pfg/s1600/P1040755.JPG"><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/-Phq6BWrzUt8/TeUz2vfj_FI/AAAAAAAADIY/QG_u0fr1Pfg/s320/P1040755.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612949526141992018" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JU4I4zOYZWk/TeUzZIfnK7I/AAAAAAAADIQ/MRVryH7vVf8/s1600/P1040756.JPG"><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/-JU4I4zOYZWk/TeUzZIfnK7I/AAAAAAAADIQ/MRVryH7vVf8/s320/P1040756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612949017457011634" border="0" /></a><br />The slip-n-slide, this is how far Miles got his first try:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UwzX-ONt__g/TeUzY39EN3I/AAAAAAAADII/KyTPLwl2NpE/s1600/P1040766.JPG"><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/-UwzX-ONt__g/TeUzY39EN3I/AAAAAAAADII/KyTPLwl2NpE/s320/P1040766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612949013017147250" border="0" /></a><br />Then they preferred to turn the sprinkler portion off and just walk-n-slide:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9af7hrFYqs4/TeUzYpf58XI/AAAAAAAADIA/sUnGPvpPXA4/s1600/P1040771.JPG"><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/-9af7hrFYqs4/TeUzYpf58XI/AAAAAAAADIA/sUnGPvpPXA4/s320/P1040771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612949009136742770" border="0" /></a><br />Miles has a new-found love of watermelon, he ate nearly half a watermelon in about 3 days:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8sJCp-qH7Wg/TeUy3oid5VI/AAAAAAAADHo/bvgVVcnHBPE/s1600/P1040781.JPG"><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/-8sJCp-qH7Wg/TeUy3oid5VI/AAAAAAAADHo/bvgVVcnHBPE/s320/P1040781.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612948441943369042" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dl6U0lj0UGs/TeUy38ogOtI/AAAAAAAADHw/65acfsShrkE/s1600/P1040777.JPG"><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/-dl6U0lj0UGs/TeUy38ogOtI/AAAAAAAADHw/65acfsShrkE/s320/P1040777.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612948447337396946" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qvNUwqafADQ/TeUy4AylE0I/AAAAAAAADH4/EegGdwcc894/s1600/P1040774.JPG"><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/-qvNUwqafADQ/TeUy4AylE0I/AAAAAAAADH4/EegGdwcc894/s320/P1040774.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612948448453399362" border="0" /></a><br />And we brought out the lawn sprinkler one day - Miles didn't want the water to spray in his eyes, so this was his solution:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CQoLwJHulVU/TeUxtk48DqI/AAAAAAAADHg/pa_XMfDSRGk/s1600/P1040786.JPG"><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/-CQoLwJHulVU/TeUxtk48DqI/AAAAAAAADHg/pa_XMfDSRGk/s320/P1040786.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612947169653558946" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HukT4dIVPXE/TeUxtas8QPI/AAAAAAAADHY/Pw77MXGW_p0/s1600/P1040789.JPG"><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/-HukT4dIVPXE/TeUxtas8QPI/AAAAAAAADHY/Pw77MXGW_p0/s320/P1040789.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612947166918885618" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RQvdD9JiHbk/TeUxs7jLipI/AAAAAAAADHQ/LW2fMuoPbOg/s1600/P1040790.JPG"><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/-RQvdD9JiHbk/TeUxs7jLipI/AAAAAAAADHQ/LW2fMuoPbOg/s320/P1040790.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612947158556445330" border="0" /></a>KrisDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379086879637987282noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870755515643529477.post-44017806425841180102011-05-22T07:48:00.010-04:002011-05-22T08:36:51.716-04:00Last two weeksWe had some computer problems recently, so our computer was down for a bit and I wasn't able to post some things I had planned to share. Looking back at the last two weeks in the camera, it seems we had kind of a busy time. So I'll try to do a marathon coverage of the last two weeks here.<br /><br />We have gone strawberry picking:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TF-KE39cl70/TdkB3yaj-qI/AAAAAAAADHA/YlnINMa2k0M/s1600/P1040682.JPG"><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/-TF-KE39cl70/TdkB3yaj-qI/AAAAAAAADHA/YlnINMa2k0M/s320/P1040682.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609516868804278946" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yhIlQwrzBwY/Tdj_1j_uhkI/AAAAAAAADGw/TFfe4qo2t24/s1600/P1040686.JPG"><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/-yhIlQwrzBwY/Tdj_1j_uhkI/AAAAAAAADGw/TFfe4qo2t24/s320/P1040686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609514631550633538" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kIEOUyMkdfI/Tdj_1UtUqHI/AAAAAAAADGo/AFar3Kb1gKo/s1600/P1040685.JPG"><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/-kIEOUyMkdfI/Tdj_1UtUqHI/AAAAAAAADGo/AFar3Kb1gKo/s320/P1040685.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609514627446909042" border="0" /></a><br />Miles had his end of the year celebration (otherwise known as graduation) for preschool:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WeU_sa3zNOA/Tdj_DTZSIDI/AAAAAAAADGQ/KUFFP0uozHQ/s1600/P1040698.JPG"><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/-WeU_sa3zNOA/Tdj_DTZSIDI/AAAAAAAADGQ/KUFFP0uozHQ/s320/P1040698.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609513768100962354" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IBcVd8wGTCk/Tdj_DCnuweI/AAAAAAAADGI/pYbeLs9AFuw/s1600/P1040696.JPG"><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/-IBcVd8wGTCk/Tdj_DCnuweI/AAAAAAAADGI/pYbeLs9AFuw/s320/P1040696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609513763598156258" border="0" /></a>They were all stars, and they were each recognized for their 'star quality', Miles's star quality was "clear thinker":<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fKKnzVIDigo/Tdj_DsdK0gI/AAAAAAAADGY/7VNErS2Y4ew/s1600/P1040702.JPG"><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/-fKKnzVIDigo/Tdj_DsdK0gI/AAAAAAAADGY/7VNErS2Y4ew/s320/P1040702.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609513774828147202" border="0" /></a><br />Here is Miles with his friend Sienna:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-D7q3-9T8bGk/Tdj_CsFoVEI/AAAAAAAADGA/MVXEadBGUjU/s1600/P1040704.JPG"><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/-D7q3-9T8bGk/Tdj_CsFoVEI/AAAAAAAADGA/MVXEadBGUjU/s320/P1040704.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609513757549548610" border="0" /></a><br />Miles also had a field day at school, this is what he did for much of it - hitch rides on the back of the riding toys and made his classmates drive him around:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Muty0Y6rYWI/Tdj9eR_0pdI/AAAAAAAADF4/VrPUn-PfxUU/s1600/P1040718.JPG"><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2qL0RYShy_8/TdkArM2DFUI/AAAAAAAADG4/tzJ33Q5N848/s1600/P1040718.JPG"><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/-2qL0RYShy_8/TdkArM2DFUI/AAAAAAAADG4/tzJ33Q5N848/s320/P1040718.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609515553048958274" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hb2inegNqtA/Tdj9eP8fJKI/AAAAAAAADFw/7m1dczadaU0/s1600/P1040720.JPG"><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/-Hb2inegNqtA/Tdj9eP8fJKI/AAAAAAAADFw/7m1dczadaU0/s320/P1040720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609512032008086690" border="0" /></a><br />At Mike's spring band concert, the boys hanging out during during intermission:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-onTK2lRSGgE/Tdj9dldZfwI/AAAAAAAADFo/v3vJkE-urco/s1600/P1040713.JPG"><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/-onTK2lRSGgE/Tdj9dldZfwI/AAAAAAAADFo/v3vJkE-urco/s320/P1040713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609512020603404034" border="0" /></a><br />My parents came to visit, we spent the morning at a local park doing some nature walks and watching branches and leaves float under the bridge:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CsQcyxXeQq4/Tdj8iebmPUI/AAAAAAAADFg/U-ILTAyVh5c/s1600/P1040721.JPG"><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/-CsQcyxXeQq4/Tdj8iebmPUI/AAAAAAAADFg/U-ILTAyVh5c/s320/P1040721.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609511005104520514" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ebAZyI1mCGQ/Tdj8hzNc4iI/AAAAAAAADFY/gsOKWTnMJFY/s1600/P1040723.JPG"><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/-ebAZyI1mCGQ/Tdj8hzNc4iI/AAAAAAAADFY/gsOKWTnMJFY/s320/P1040723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609510993502462498" border="0" /></a><br />And of course we have been to the beach:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-InGMJYIEtrI/Tdj8PuNIIpI/AAAAAAAADFQ/1N7YJpRteU4/s1600/P1040729.JPG"><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ohq7iblWKzI/TdkDNjFDkCI/AAAAAAAADHI/71ZlP-t7vTI/s1600/P1040729.JPG"><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/-Ohq7iblWKzI/TdkDNjFDkCI/AAAAAAAADHI/71ZlP-t7vTI/s320/P1040729.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609518342156292130" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OhqmpgEHPfA/Tdj8PIqQyXI/AAAAAAAADFI/wfyAJk1NzvI/s1600/P1040731.JPG"><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/-OhqmpgEHPfA/Tdj8PIqQyXI/AAAAAAAADFI/wfyAJk1NzvI/s320/P1040731.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609510672842934642" border="0" /></a>KrisDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379086879637987282noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4870755515643529477.post-11233258472277100882011-05-09T08:51:00.015-04:002011-05-09T15:33:55.748-04:00My Mothers Day camping tripI asked for, and got, a weekend of camping at the beach for Mothers Day. And it was wonderful.<br /><br />Some of you may remember we tried to camp at the beach for a weekend a year ago, with gale force winds, a collapsed tent at 2am, and generally a complete fail of a camping weekend. So we watched the forecast very closely for this weekend. The forecast was generally good, calling for light wind and possible scattered showers.<br /><br />Well, we got there and apparently the weather decided not to go along with the forecast. There were some decent wind, strong enough to make putting up the tent a challenge. We finally got it up and secure, shortly before the kids bedtime. The winds weren't nearly as bad as last year, but still strong enough to bring back memories. This tent was much stronger than the last one and held solid through the night. We woke up to blue skies, light breezes and warm sun that lasted all day. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lsGXLGURY_w/TcfqDiwNJyI/AAAAAAAADDg/uF986HqoTXg/s1600/P1040565.JPG"><br /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1QqIziJ4yww/TcfsjP_fW8I/AAAAAAAADEg/RjG1ktOJjUs/s1600/P1040620.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1QqIziJ4yww/TcfsjP_fW8I/AAAAAAAADEg/RjG1ktOJjUs/s320/P1040620.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604708351618276290" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QiGVFn2ikPk/TcfsjurR_8I/AAAAAAAADEo/wchQ6AZvL_8/s1600/P1040551.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QiGVFn2ikPk/TcfsjurR_8I/AAAAAAAADEo/wchQ6AZvL_8/s320/P1040551.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604708359855013826" border="0" /></a><br />First order of business, (after a morning walk on the beach) building a fire and cooking breakfast. And we wait for the fire to get hot enough to cook:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9KagOKhCEt0/TcfpQ6oJp4I/AAAAAAAADDI/Xo-taYORJ-0/s1600/P1040544.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9KagOKhCEt0/TcfpQ6oJp4I/AAAAAAAADDI/Xo-taYORJ-0/s320/P1040544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604704738110711682" border="0" /></a><br />Mike got creative and tried something new with the last bit of pancake mix: scrambled pancakes, like the egg version, you fill the griddle with pancake mix and stir until done.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h5VcT_8l-O8/TcfpRPZe-wI/AAAAAAAADDQ/9t8Ex9dweCk/s1600/P1040557.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h5VcT_8l-O8/TcfpRPZe-wI/AAAAAAAADDQ/9t8Ex9dweCk/s320/P1040557.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604704743686339330" border="0" /></a><br />The end result:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_aQexP5qdW0/TcfpRQOjoGI/AAAAAAAADDY/am2yHF72doY/s1600/P1040568.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_aQexP5qdW0/TcfpRQOjoGI/AAAAAAAADDY/am2yHF72doY/s320/P1040568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604704743908941922" border="0" /></a>(Just as a note to those who may want to try this, although it tasted like pancakes, we won't be doing this again, it wasn't great.)<br /><br />Next up, some kite flying, Miles did this a lot, any chance he got:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S3GFoUPLTyM/TcfrUXrPLdI/AAAAAAAADEI/Bn6EjCnJFmI/s1600/P1040573.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-S3GFoUPLTyM/TcfrUXrPLdI/AAAAAAAADEI/Bn6EjCnJFmI/s320/P1040573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604706996471147986" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pIhE9xy8O28/TcfrUBc4k8I/AAAAAAAADEA/fJ8PSosIHdM/s1600/P1040586%2B%25283%2529.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pIhE9xy8O28/TcfrUBc4k8I/AAAAAAAADEA/fJ8PSosIHdM/s320/P1040586%2B%25283%2529.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604706990505366466" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nJL_pBODvPc/TcfrT0jYy6I/AAAAAAAADD4/yJk6RrQEXWY/s1600/P1040614.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nJL_pBODvPc/TcfrT0jYy6I/AAAAAAAADD4/yJk6RrQEXWY/s320/P1040614.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604706987042982818" border="0" /></a>Even Quincy got into it:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gZDjEtcsSN0/TcfqEHtcHUI/AAAAAAAADDw/e17_E9g7WvY/s1600/P1040571.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gZDjEtcsSN0/TcfqEHtcHUI/AAAAAAAADDw/e17_E9g7WvY/s320/P1040571.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604705617795882306" border="0" /></a>And this is one of my favorite pictures, Mike flying the kite in front of the water, the boys, hand in hand heading to Mike:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wTLtZxY6Rw4/TcfqD2eF1sI/AAAAAAAADDo/X_WoAObzB8g/s1600/P1040575.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wTLtZxY6Rw4/TcfqD2eF1sI/AAAAAAAADDo/X_WoAObzB8g/s320/P1040575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604705613168105154" border="0" /></a><br />Quincy, ready to go to the beach:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CSMvPCGp93s/TcfoeUqTHVI/AAAAAAAADDA/tDndHlI80e4/s1600/P1040613.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CSMvPCGp93s/TcfoeUqTHVI/AAAAAAAADDA/tDndHlI80e4/s320/P1040613.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604703868925713746" border="0" /></a><br />It's camping, so we have to have a campfire picture in here:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lMEefnRRgc4/Tcfus_Ml-kI/AAAAAAAADEw/ooe1xvVPjJM/s1600/P1040617.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lMEefnRRgc4/Tcfus_Ml-kI/AAAAAAAADEw/ooe1xvVPjJM/s320/P1040617.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604710717931780674" border="0" /></a><br />Another beautiful sunrise on Mothers Day:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oI3UrPKJwTo/TcfsjIliogI/AAAAAAAADEY/uGsMQtGoipk/s1600/P1040634.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oI3UrPKJwTo/TcfsjIliogI/AAAAAAAADEY/uGsMQtGoipk/s320/P1040634.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604708349630390786" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S-5lJWA1NNM/Tcfsi1ADtHI/AAAAAAAADEQ/LGZxr25kVJA/s1600/P1040644.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S-5lJWA1NNM/Tcfsi1ADtHI/AAAAAAAADEQ/LGZxr25kVJA/s320/P1040644.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604708344372900978" border="0" /></a><br />Another of my favorite pictures from this weekend, the boys just laughing with each other:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0wOyDZT5liU/TcfvlGeraeI/AAAAAAAADE4/Hww_z0Rpo9g/s1600/P1040639.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0wOyDZT5liU/TcfvlGeraeI/AAAAAAAADE4/Hww_z0Rpo9g/s320/P1040639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604711681959356898" border="0" /></a><br />Quincy peeking out of the tent:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sFlkq23uHKo/Tcfodg8j5cI/AAAAAAAADCw/4xvw8RVeMWI/s1600/P1040673.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sFlkq23uHKo/Tcfodg8j5cI/AAAAAAAADCw/4xvw8RVeMWI/s320/P1040673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604703855043667394" border="0" /></a><br />Quincy sitting in Mike's chair, watching Mike pack up:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ng6R-Zknmmk/Tcfnaf_NueI/AAAAAAAADCo/BbJlPMDmlTc/s1600/P1040675.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Ng6R-Zknmmk/Tcfnaf_NueI/AAAAAAAADCo/BbJlPMDmlTc/s320/P1040675.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604702703735126498" border="0" /></a>Ooh, Mom's Nook:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bLoa4GdsvFY/TcfnaPkqFGI/AAAAAAAADCg/1n0Oc9j6XjE/s1600/P1040676.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bLoa4GdsvFY/TcfnaPkqFGI/AAAAAAAADCg/1n0Oc9j6XjE/s320/P1040676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604702699328771170" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WSySbx5ExNI/TcfnZ_yfFKI/AAAAAAAADCY/X3V7uKNDTIE/s1600/P1040679.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WSySbx5ExNI/TcfnZ_yfFKI/AAAAAAAADCY/X3V7uKNDTIE/s320/P1040679.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604702695091803298" border="0" /></a>It turned out to be a wonderful weekend. Laying in the tent falling asleep to & waking up to the sound of waves crashing on the beach was incredible. Being able to walk to the beach to catch sunrise, watch the stars at night and just enjoy the beach and water was also pretty incredible. We were fortunate enough to see dolphins swimming on Sunday morning - they were a little ways out, so we could see them, but too far for a decent picture. And the beach was only for use of the campers, and the campground was stretched along a long portion of beach, each camp loop having their own beach access, so we pretty much had the beach to ourselves, only a few other fellow camp neighbors were out there at any given time. It was ideal. Now that we have had a successful camp trip to the beach I am ready to go again!<br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>KrisDhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05379086879637987282noreply@blogger.com1