<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587</id><updated>2012-01-30T15:51:10.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mary Land</title><subtitle type='html'>This land is your land, this land is my land...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05766864638832719372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1lLxEK9uJo/SU7nxi8VXKI/AAAAAAAAB7M/Sv8sO0GZAuY/S220/IMG_6016.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>583</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-4712173137586843076</id><published>2012-01-29T21:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T22:52:04.779-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Typing when I should be going to bed!</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I don't like walking barefoot on sticky floors or walking on floors with crumbs that stick to my feet.  Even worse would be walking barefoot on sticky floors covered in crumbs.  (Okay, even worse than that is having to listen to loud chewing - &lt;i&gt;shudder&lt;/i&gt; - but that's beside the point).  The golden kitchen has a golden linoleum floor that never quite comes clean, but it sure hides visible dirt!  The rest of the main floor has lovely hardwood.  Both floors are doomed to a perpetual crumb layer despite my best efforts.  Sometimes a sticky layer as well.  I'm afraid I can't quite keep up with the talented crumb-and-sticky-makers who live here...  I seem to be the only one who minds this phenomena.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I really love chocolate chip cookie dough.  And the cookies too.  But the dough most of all.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I bought new (non-maternity) jeans for the first time since I had Amelia 2 1/2 years ago.  So yes, I bought a new pair of jeans, took them back and bought a different pair instead.  Decisive!  Prior to this, I had been wearing the two pairs of jeans I bought after I had Amelia, just wanting to hold out until I lost the rest of the baby weight from Clara before buying new ones.  The jeans and I were looking pretty worn out and frumpy.  Giving in was a good choice, as you will see.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Just to toot my own horn - toot! - last week, two people who don't know each other, in two separate instances, told me I look thinner, asking if I have been losing weight, congratulating me on how good I looked.  (toot-toot!)  I haven't been making any effort on that front since fall (see cookie note above), so that was extra nice to hear and I now have two new best friends.  I weighed myself, hoping I would see that they were right.  Nope!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;That just goes to show that buying a new pair of jeans now and then not only makes a girl feel better, but perhaps makes her look a little less crappy too!  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amelia is really cute.  She is two.  I had kind of forgotten how two can be.  Two, whew!  Life with this girl can be extra dramatic.  But really great too.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oh, we've started potty training.  I wish we had our own cute tiny toilet like the one in the nursery bathroom at church.  Amelia has been ready for a while and is really good at using the toilet if I remember to put her on it in time!  I have been stalling on this project since it is such a huge commitment!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am glad Randy is usually home evenings and on weekends.  He had a conference Friday and Saturday in D.C. so he was home both mornings, but gone until late each night.  Yesterday when I told Lindsey that her dad wouldn't be home again until after bedtime, she did a big open-mouth cry.  She is 7.  Not 2.  Sure, that's sweet if you're Randy.  Perhaps I should go away for a weekend, eh?!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Randy and I both love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Downton&lt;/span&gt; Abbey.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Last night I dreamed about our house that we lived in when we were kids in California.  I looked it up today on google maps and got a good view of not only the neighborhood, but the view of it from the street as well!  Then I went ahead and "walked" down the street, and even looked at some houses of dear childhood friends.  My thoughts on this:  They really crammed those houses in close!  Those trees are so huge now!  Technology is awesome! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to get started on painting my living room/dining room/hallway.  Choosing colors is fun and hard.  Someone should do that for me so I can just get going on this.  I see pictures of beautifully put-together houses and am either inspired or want to weep (thank you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pinterest&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Clara fell asleep while I held her at the end of Sacrament meeting today.  Church is right during her afternoon nap time, and holding her all cuddly and warm was delicious.  So as the meeting ended, I just stayed put and held her while she slept through the second hour.  It was so nice.  She is so sweet.  It was entertaining to sit at the back of the chapel and watch the ward file out.  I don't know about you, but it is fun to catch snippets of conversations and watch little family dramas here and there as people hurried or drifted past. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rand had one of his favorite friends over to play yesterday and I kept giggling as I checked on them, totally lost in their game of pretend that involved &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;legos&lt;/span&gt; and cars and some dress-ups and could only be entertaining to the two of them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The dance game for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;xb&lt;/span&gt;0x k1&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;nnect&lt;/span&gt; is hilarious.  Randy and I have been working down the list of songs after the kids go to bed and we are nearly ready to go on tour as some famous singer's back-up dancers.  Oh sure, the kids are cute when they play this, but we are way better than they are!  (as long as no one is watching of course)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-4712173137586843076?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/4712173137586843076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=4712173137586843076&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/4712173137586843076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/4712173137586843076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2012/01/typing-when-i-should-be-going-to-bed.html' title='Typing when I should be going to bed!'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09071609476458177560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-4512216035218542316</id><published>2012-01-27T14:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T14:55:45.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Months!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/BB2ckgSNg1O2HqrSMAGpaCxeHtN6Y0eUFWNzLG3ymsk?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-eUTNzsrncXk/TyL67S__AuI/AAAAAAAAAzo/u20qlQQ_rFs/s640/DSC_2878.JPG" width="426" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/January272012?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCM7Zp8Wmi9DuEw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;January 27, 2012&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Clara is 9 months old!  That is pretty exciting!  And may I admit, a wee bit sad?  I'm not sure if it can be stated as fact, but I believe these past 9 months have been the speediest in recorded history.  I'm pretty sure it was just last week that Clara was a little warm lump of a baby the size of a football who needed holding all the time - and now she's her a real person with her own personality and a pretty loud voice, who still needs holding all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/e-Rl37V0P9CIK8bVf-nULixeHtN6Y0eUFWNzLG3ymsk?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-roWnw7PJxXw/TyL6xhoHYRI/AAAAAAAAAyg/5YubroACeso/s640/DSC_2844.JPG" width="426" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/January272012?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCM7Zp8Wmi9DuEw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;January 27, 2012&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl is growing and changing daily!  She has two bottom teeth.  She's drooly.  She likes eating real food and her reactions to our attempts at giving her baby food are hilarious.  She has a funny laugh that she does with her mouth open wide, especially when she sees her own reflection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/l-rHAPFOIaIrW6gRkC1qJixeHtN6Y0eUFWNzLG3ymsk?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-zSVY-1785Hk/TyL63qFr67I/AAAAAAAAAzQ/FjK0GiZCHfg/s640/DSC_2868.JPG" width="640" height="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/January272012?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCM7Zp8Wmi9DuEw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;January 27, 2012&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Clara can get to wherever she wants to go, she doesn't quite crawl yet.  She's a good scooter and travels backwards pretty fast - especially on the kitchen and hardwood floors.  She also seems strangely mobile while sitting - kind of scooting on her bottom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/QlFHECCJ2Q6vZp16e-WeQixeHtN6Y0eUFWNzLG3ymsk?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IvoU_2KE8G8/TyL63Bw658I/AAAAAAAAAzE/qem3OsQIqR0/s640/DSC_2858.JPG" width="426" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/January272012?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCM7Zp8Wmi9DuEw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;January 27, 2012&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clara can go from crawl position to sitting.  She mastered that a few weeks ago.  Today, though, she surprised me when I went into her room to get her up from her morning nap and she was sitting in the crib, working to pull herself up on the side slats!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/XRXpR2Akw1bJ83K9nCfQDyxeHtN6Y0eUFWNzLG3ymsk?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-a3xCTBcNCMk/TyL6wkWPEsI/AAAAAAAAAyY/XVjBLtpaEs8/s640/DSC_2833.JPG" width="640" height="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/January272012?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCM7Zp8Wmi9DuEw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;January 27, 2012&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clara loves all the attention she gets from the big kids.  Amelia is more and more interested in her and wants to hold her all the time, saying, "Put Cara (how she says Clara) down, right there.  I wanna hold her."  But Clara isn't so interested in having an Amelia straight jacket and wants to move around so it often turns into a wrestling match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/yeqsIIqzjhs24qqZoPkYfSxeHtN6Y0eUFWNzLG3ymsk?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-23fPa3HtIk0/TyL60bN_gzI/AAAAAAAAAy0/pYRzel-zS-g/s640/DSC_2850.JPG" width="640" height="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/January272012?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCM7Zp8Wmi9DuEw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;January 27, 2012&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clara is a busy, happy, loving, peppy, sweet little thing!  I just wish she would remember how to sleep through the night again, sniff-sniff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-4512216035218542316?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/4512216035218542316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=4512216035218542316&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/4512216035218542316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/4512216035218542316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2012/01/9-months.html' title='9 Months!'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09071609476458177560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-eUTNzsrncXk/TyL67S__AuI/AAAAAAAAAzo/u20qlQQ_rFs/s72-c/DSC_2878.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-5998198768750519625</id><published>2012-01-13T12:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T13:08:26.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Years Resolution (And More!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;After a couple of weeks of the new year, I have decided what my New Year's resolution will be.  I I don't usually make these resolutions because I am trying to do better at just about everything on nearly a daily basis and as I inevitably fail, I go ahead and try again the next day...  If I think about it, I pretty much live in a constant state of Groundhog Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, back to this year.  I resolve to &lt;span &gt;&lt;b&gt;sleep&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; more.  Everything I want to do better at can only be helped by me getting enough sleep.  Increased patience.  Increased feelings of love.  Being healthy - I swear I have had a cold since November that won't go away!  Losing the last of the baby weight.  Being tired sure saps my desire to exercise.  But exercise helps you have more energy!  Being worn out also makes it harder to eat well.  I am a classic emotional eater - treats  see me through many a hard day.  Sticking to my grocery budget and eating-out budget (more on these another day).  If I'm worn out, planning and making good dinners becomes a big chore and the temptation to eat out increases.  Being a better wife and friend.  Not getting overwhelmed by daily to-dos.  Getting projects started and finished.  Feeling positive.  Handling toddler tantrums better.  And on and on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All of those things can be easier if I have a full night's sleep!  I just love to stay up late.  But the kids aren't going to agree to sleep in (or sleep all night for that matter) just because I don't go to bed at a reasonable time!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What's your resolution?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* * * * * * * * * *  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Randy has been working like crazy on a huge proposal for work. Yesterday, at a meeting to go over the most recent review of the different parts of the proposal, Randy was called out and applauded for the great work he has done on his part of the proposal. I'm so proud! And so glad all of those extra hours of him working on this are being recognized! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* * * * * * * * * *  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Randy and I went on a fun date for his birthday.  We went to see &lt;i&gt;The Sound of Music&lt;/i&gt; at a theater in a nearby town.  It was a great show with lovely singing and we just loved it!  I'm so glad we did that instead of just going to a movie, which is what I had originally planned.  It was such a great night out!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* * * * * * * * * * &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I somehow lost the stuff on the sidebar.  Last year I never got around to writing down what books I read and now I wish I had because I have an inability to remember book titles.  Here is what I can remember from last year.  I know there are more I am forgetting, sigh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Little Women - an old standby. Very sweet. Sometimes too sweet, but I do love it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Lost Summer of Louisa Mae Alcott - Pretty good as these types of books go.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tina Fey's book Bossy Pants - Funny. I wish she was my friend, only I would bore her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Variant - Great juvenile fiction! Good suspense! I hope there's a sequal to this one)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;State of Wonder - Interesting. I think I liked it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Water and the Blood - by the lady who wrote the These is My Words series. I love her writing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Host - Entertaining. It's better than her vampire books, but it bugs me that she uses the exact same formula for this book as the others. Kind of an outsider girl deeply in love with someone she shouldn't have, a rather strange love triangle, some strange amount of violence against the female lead character. Why does the love triangle have to involve violence against the girl?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Firegirl - great juvenile fiction. Sad but funny at the same time. I love the main character and his day-dream super powers.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Tiger mom book. This one got me thinking. I want my kids to be successful and confident. I don't think you need to be such a screamer to make that happen. I can only imagine the tension in their family!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-5998198768750519625?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/5998198768750519625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=5998198768750519625&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/5998198768750519625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/5998198768750519625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-years-resolution-and-more.html' title='New Years Resolution (And More!)'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09071609476458177560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-4923257729079888479</id><published>2012-01-09T14:28:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T15:17:53.958-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Randy-a-thon</title><content type='html'>Happy Birthday to Randy!  I went through the photos to try to find a good picture of Randy for this post and noticed some themes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of pictures I have of him are of him doing something manly:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/PDPfKbQ9N2J5NcC0eU2yMyw2uab5qqOg2ylmUYGD0Qg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-FnAb7Lx_6eg/TwtCbi0JVyI/AAAAAAAAAvU/vsjWd0aSwLg/s640/DSC_0820.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/January9201202?authuser=0&amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCJD5itOs18LHmAE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;January 9, 2012&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/mKpQkCFlw_mMv3PeW8LYQCw2uab5qqOg2ylmUYGD0Qg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-y41KU0ZZKg4/TwtAl3YBC6I/AAAAAAAAAuU/me57gLwm60I/s640/DSC_1391.JPG" height="640" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/January9201202?authuser=0&amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCJD5itOs18LHmAE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;January 9, 2012&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/FY_wh13I_2RCSZvHiS-T9Cw2uab5qqOg2ylmUYGD0Qg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-2bz_fnqzSyA/TwtAsO3jnqI/AAAAAAAAAuc/I74y-441aRw/s640/DSC_1328.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/January9201202?authuser=0&amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCJD5itOs18LHmAE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;January 9, 2012&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/HPIh_Rcytwgb2oCSXbofViw2uab5qqOg2ylmUYGD0Qg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-KEXS1D51qUI/TwtEnLeU0eI/AAAAAAAAAxE/Oe934tZ8Ygg/s640/DSC_9660_resize.jpg" height="425" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/January9201202?authuser=0&amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCJD5itOs18LHmAE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;January 9, 2012&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some are of him playing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Ri3v_f_mPQmq4nu9S1Tn8yw2uab5qqOg2ylmUYGD0Qg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-X8FCbkxQMHI/TwtBEPKUNDI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ua5sIB3kYeo/s640/DSC_1498.JPG" height="640" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/January9201202?authuser=0&amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCJD5itOs18LHmAE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;January 9, 2012&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/qo8-tYoBZcCT1-bOqjBVRiw2uab5qqOg2ylmUYGD0Qg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-cpR8W6e2nrE/TwtB0j-MEtI/AAAAAAAAAu8/cnO1jgFde5o/s640/DSC_2101.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/January9201202?authuser=0&amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCJD5itOs18LHmAE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;January 9, 2012&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/GWe1ojqFh_Cek5CGIsdPASw2uab5qqOg2ylmUYGD0Qg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-afB_7DZJORY/TwtCUWyPi0I/AAAAAAAAAvE/f-Isu2tV8-Y/s640/DSC_2713.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/January9201202?authuser=0&amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCJD5itOs18LHmAE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;January 9, 2012&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/v1TzAuk52e-uhPYeSDQtyCw2uab5qqOg2ylmUYGD0Qg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7DBAEt_XKaA/TwtFSIn4rHI/AAAAAAAAAxU/um-8qaCeQ9g/s640/DSC_9290.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/January9201202?authuser=0&amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCJD5itOs18LHmAE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;January 9, 2012&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/rJdramTLLtwrYqncZKctXSw2uab5qqOg2ylmUYGD0Qg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Az-aVFMYv6k/TwtF-lu1OLI/AAAAAAAAAxs/SO4hWDBrBbI/s640/DSC_8871.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/January9201202?authuser=0&amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCJD5itOs18LHmAE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;January 9, 2012&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ybzdsSx4cmnJwP6UtwiHeSw2uab5qqOg2ylmUYGD0Qg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-wKXA4ZODhyA/TwtDAgTXTzI/AAAAAAAAAv8/lNKFzYQENAE/s640/IMG_9858.JPG" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/January9201202?authuser=0&amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCJD5itOs18LHmAE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;January 9, 2012&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of him just being silly:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/65BtM2lC6t_tYSKNtcZjnIbXa-af8s6hW3As9iQEoIk?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-vsTF7JPpXcM/Tws-3QXO1eI/AAAAAAAAAuA/fK3yDUzYSYs/s640/DSC_2323.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/January92012?authuser=0&amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCLmm5_7R6-ahEA&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;January 9, 2012&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/InPdAUR6Xqp4hwLUDqIcTSw2uab5qqOg2ylmUYGD0Qg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-QYJKpvDqYWA/TwtCVMhQsdI/AAAAAAAAAvM/j7qWIP0qh90/s640/DSC_2700.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/January9201202?authuser=0&amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCJD5itOs18LHmAE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;January 9, 2012&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of them are Randy as dad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/6QdXpCsNsHeUQUXgfWvb2iw2uab5qqOg2ylmUYGD0Qg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-T86-R1_rXLw/TwtBNKfvG9I/AAAAAAAAAus/HRVXBhr_D8E/s640/DSC_1607.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/January9201202?authuser=0&amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCJD5itOs18LHmAE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;January 9, 2012&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ox-1QjcBlc1XzQCZOedbEiw2uab5qqOg2ylmUYGD0Qg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-0HULGQkHxqU/TwtCnjAh3BI/AAAAAAAAAvs/iw5_pSfN8l4/s640/DSC_0933.JPG" height="640" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/January9201202?authuser=0&amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCJD5itOs18LHmAE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;January 9, 2012&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/-gQRu2wY1SgOGEJWi-ud7iw2uab5qqOg2ylmUYGD0Qg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-fen9YMCp-Ww/TwtFJ7Cn3EI/AAAAAAAAAxM/CqsqOpNL2cc/s640/DSC_9435.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/January9201202?authuser=0&amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCJD5itOs18LHmAE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;January 9, 2012&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/BNCkQZRlRTjaME7ut7-ZWyw2uab5qqOg2ylmUYGD0Qg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-RthH39Xd7R0/TwtD2lc-9tI/AAAAAAAAAwU/lDv6c_H7JFs/s640/DSC_0758.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/January9201202?authuser=0&amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCJD5itOs18LHmAE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;January 9, 2012&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/BETBHSuG5GKwUBf3zNnoNyw2uab5qqOg2ylmUYGD0Qg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-B45yB3U6BO8/TwtEEM06NtI/AAAAAAAAAwk/lQcoQ-BOfv4/s640/DSC_0010.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/January9201202?authuser=0&amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCJD5itOs18LHmAE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;January 9, 2012&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And always being handsome:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Idy4epz12BDD5ox0dG5gcyw2uab5qqOg2ylmUYGD0Qg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-199HkbaWK2k/TwtD7UwZARI/AAAAAAAAAwc/hjOI_bW0_3A/s640/DSC_0796.JPG" height="640" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/January9201202?authuser=0&amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCJD5itOs18LHmAE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;January 9, 2012&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/4obX9VSc-NDrwbdTiHP0nSw2uab5qqOg2ylmUYGD0Qg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6yiyEvdVYdQ/TwtBondZKPI/AAAAAAAAAu0/puOhT1n-KME/s640/DSC_2038.JPG" height="640" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/January9201202?authuser=0&amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCJD5itOs18LHmAE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;January 9, 2012&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Hqhp_v9vV3CHGa6hyHlawSw2uab5qqOg2ylmUYGD0Qg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-CR7dqLvSQv0/TwtEYSGbgAI/AAAAAAAAAw8/3cWFV8CNhZ8/s640/DSC_9961.JPG" height="640" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/January9201202?authuser=0&amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCJD5itOs18LHmAE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;January 9, 2012&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/xUciNFDg8-qPJNZMlvNHySw2uab5qqOg2ylmUYGD0Qg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-sWUxEompUUc/TwtCk1Ld8wI/AAAAAAAAAvk/zWKcRtaJQkU/s640/DSC_0915.JPG" height="640" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/January9201202?authuser=0&amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCJD5itOs18LHmAE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;January 9, 2012&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Ua-JjHwBpB2QHLJi5SoFqYbXa-af8s6hW3As9iQEoIk?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-CGPMg2Nijt8/Tws-4fDPPBI/AAAAAAAAAuI/-kSl4sKgHUI/s640/DSC_2283.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/January92012?authuser=0&amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCLmm5_7R6-ahEA&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;January 9, 2012&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one of my favorite sights:  Randy coming home from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/rpfj2v0IBOn8U19ZwlkaHCw2uab5qqOg2ylmUYGD0Qg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YsWa0mYwHGw/TwtDpk-2HiI/AAAAAAAAAwM/zgw7gVYFeXE/s640/DSC_0421.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/January9201202?authuser=0&amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCJD5itOs18LHmAE&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;January 9, 2012&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy works hard, plays happily, fathers well and is a wonderful and sweet husband.  Yay for Randy!  You're my favorite guy ever!  (34 sounds old.  Weren't we just 18?!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-4923257729079888479?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/4923257729079888479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=4923257729079888479&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/4923257729079888479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/4923257729079888479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2012/01/randy-thon.html' title='A Randy-a-thon'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09071609476458177560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-FnAb7Lx_6eg/TwtCbi0JVyI/AAAAAAAAAvU/vsjWd0aSwLg/s72-c/DSC_0820.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-5402781531343999339</id><published>2012-01-04T22:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T23:23:25.919-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Completed!</title><content type='html'>Finishing a project is a great way to end and/or begin a year, wouldn't you say?  Getting anything out of the ordinary done around here can take me a long time.  There are lots of little people who provide lots of distractions.  And I'm a little lazy and so when I'm not wiping bottoms, sweeping, playing and doing endless amounts of laundry, I really like to do stuff like read and watch shows on hulu, and think up more projects to do.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;we finished="" a="" big="" project="" last="" week="" and="" i="" t="" be="" happier="" that="" s="" table="" style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/x7YCobiJBSXsrXxQ9OQ_Rnvlt4BDHpfsqsm-FRKNxQ4?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-pTQvDo4DC5M/TwUcGcucWxI/AAAAAAAAAtY/69wG_IKTn1I/s640/DSC_0417.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/Dresser?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCNv__NObxuyaIA&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Dresser&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in July, I found a bed and dresser on craisglist for $85.  The bonus was when Randy brought them home, there were actually two beds included in that price!  They had a great shape, but were covered in an ugly yellowed finish and had been pretty well used over the years.  Oh, and they were kind of stinky.  But the price was great and we saw the potential in those little beauties!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/JCpnVcJOnSD1Q2kh1wJX2Hvlt4BDHpfsqsm-FRKNxQ4?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-4SnaawWuVCg/TwUcS74IDlI/AAAAAAAAAtg/CHS7-imwLIU/s640/DSC_0774.JPG" height="640" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/Dresser?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCNv__NObxuyaIA&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Dresser&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't you just imagine the heat and humidity of last summer?  It's hard to remember how warm it gets here while we are having the first really cold weather of the year this week.  Anyway, these beauties blended in nicely with the wood paneling in our garage, but we sanded them down and got to work on the bed first.  It seemed like the best place to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/6oGwvznF63D-3xZzmTPJ8Xvlt4BDHpfsqsm-FRKNxQ4?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-f3GYF7F6NO0/TwUcZWKlbXI/AAAAAAAAAto/mf0368uNKw8/s640/DSC_0771.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/Dresser?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCNv__NObxuyaIA&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Dresser&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we primed and painted it.  No problem!  Then came the crappy part:  waxing the bed.  I am not sure if we are just wax impaired, or if the extreme heat and humidity of the summer sabotaged our efforts, but we ended up doing a lot of waxing, seeing it bubble up all crappy, sanding it all off, adding more paint, waxing again, repeat.  We ended up getting a good enough coat and called it good.  Putting the bed together was super exciting and then we realized that it was too long for our regular twin mattress!  There were four extra inches of bed frame we hadn't accounted for!  Yahoo!  (A bunch of searching found us a nice twin xl set, which Rand better appreciate by growing extra tall as a teenager.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/nk1Doq7ysj3RgExNYldzXnvlt4BDHpfsqsm-FRKNxQ4?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5r5BOpx6iug/TwUcEVRbLEI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/a45aS4IVT9I/s640/DSC_0320.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/Dresser?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCNv__NObxuyaIA&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Dresser&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, we painted the bedroom that Rand and Clara now share.  It is the smallest bedroom in our house, but comfy and functional. But the room was, perhaps, the ugliest shade of green you could ask for.  And I like green.  It went from minty green to a nice happy blue.  Then school started, things got hectic around here, and I put off starting the dresser for a long time.  More sanding, priming, painting, waxing...  Why didn't I just buy a new set for them instead?  But I got to work.  (I need to explain here that Randy worked with me a bunch on painting the bed, but he let me fly solo for the most part when it came to the dresser - he's had a busy fall).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/V4SHdOhA69hWO8dDAwL4UXvlt4BDHpfsqsm-FRKNxQ4?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-uEf4mBF4elQ/TwUbM4xVNaI/AAAAAAAAAsg/HJoxJ1iDdpg/s640/DSC_2804.JPG" height="640" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/Dresser?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCNv__NObxuyaIA&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Dresser&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a long stalled time where I couldn't decide on drawer colors.  Then I did decide on drawer colors, but I got stuck on the wax issue and was afraid to try it.  Then we had visitors and then a birthday and Halloween and then a 2-week trip to Utah, then a whole month of Utah-trip recovery and Christmas prep, and Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/VHR7Hd9ViVpbHvZIQDPIrnvlt4BDHpfsqsm-FRKNxQ4?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ds_oyScA2gc/TwUbc17IODI/AAAAAAAAAsw/0jqC7DRsbq0/s640/DSC_2824.JPG" height="640" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/Dresser?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCNv__NObxuyaIA&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Dresser&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly, I had a day where I just went ahead and finished it up.  The dresser is complete and in place and working great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/QLSogi3WbHH_UYOuIcHyd3vlt4BDHpfsqsm-FRKNxQ4?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-VuVAAZ0p1Ts/TwUazwwB5CI/AAAAAAAAAsI/eCnmE5_xOXM/s640/DSC_2807.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/Dresser?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCNv__NObxuyaIA&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Dresser&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rand and Clara finally live in a complete, cute bedroom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/opQ1iavpUyBUgOp5UtsrpXvlt4BDHpfsqsm-FRKNxQ4?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-uYAsT7PzHzY/TwUbANUDzEI/AAAAAAAAAsY/bk3IGdEjXyI/s640/DSC_2806.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/Dresser?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCNv__NObxuyaIA&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Dresser&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I get around to working on a few other things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/k0sFl9dBfa8uHLTgqWiXL3vlt4BDHpfsqsm-FRKNxQ4?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-LENSl8eA098/TwUbnnBnOTI/AAAAAAAAAtI/nyJalhY4vhI/s640/DSC_2788.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/Dresser?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCNv__NObxuyaIA&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Dresser&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painting the main living areas.  Flat paint and children don't jive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Yax6LgV8R2mzjDaG1xykj3vlt4BDHpfsqsm-FRKNxQ4?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-o_Rh9xvcNkI/TwUbnFW59II/AAAAAAAAAtA/X6wGpLGHSHs/s640/DSC_2785.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/Dresser?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCNv__NObxuyaIA&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Dresser&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying out a DIY slipcover pattern I saw on Pinterest for a free, super comfy, cute chair our neighbor gave us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/kzi2Y7st0onP-d-_NZzv83vlt4BDHpfsqsm-FRKNxQ4?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-GM-Lwr9sesg/TwUbjyVj9fI/AAAAAAAAAs4/hnalIfbhO34/s640/DSC_2782.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/Dresser?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCNv__NObxuyaIA&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Dresser&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now, a pillow can cheer her up.  (I think we'll paint the mantle behind said chair - 2 years of sizing up that fireplace wall and I think I'm ready to go for it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/we&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-5402781531343999339?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/5402781531343999339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=5402781531343999339&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/5402781531343999339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/5402781531343999339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2012/01/completed.html' title='Completed!'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09071609476458177560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-pTQvDo4DC5M/TwUcGcucWxI/AAAAAAAAAtY/69wG_IKTn1I/s72-c/DSC_0417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-3298876898246732911</id><published>2011-12-27T21:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T21:44:03.642-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Navidad!</title><content type='html'>We had a lovely Christmas, as I'm sure you did too.  I must say, I felt more frazzled and overrun by Christmas prep this year than ever.  Decmeber was a busy month, and the kids and Randy had school or work until the 23rd, so the festive build-up was rather lack-luster.  But as soon as the weekend came and we were all home together to relax and celebrate, it finally felt like Christmas and we had a wonderful time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here is photo documentation of our Christmas fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/aozynNkHUBSQpu0jjlcJVriQ1nmuAf34ZHMQbZmdQhs?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1yvGvo5z758/Tvo2x_e471I/AAAAAAAAApU/OuBsyio6C90/s640/DSC_2601.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/Chrsitmas?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCJPW3qmT_MXLiQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Chrsitmas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I would get around to doing a family Christmas card.  I usually love to send them out, but just couldn't get it together enough to do one this year.  I took many pictures for what ended up being the Christmas Card that Wasn't.  I was excited, though, that I found plaid matchy-matchy dresses for all the girls.  I actually bought a matching plaid shirt for Rand that he refused to wear.  Clothing decisions aren't something I feel the need to force on Rand, so we all survived and probably benefited from a little break in the plaid.  Well played Rand.  Well played. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/b4Uh2WUzbf8egxF-v4csV7iQ1nmuAf34ZHMQbZmdQhs?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img height="426" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-s5KDtBgn3G0/Tvo2xYXsrZI/AAAAAAAAApM/XxQsy6YjfSY/s640/DSC_2622.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/Chrsitmas?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCJPW3qmT_MXLiQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Chrsitmas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know about you, but plaid and matching are the best combination there is.  Here is one of the many out-takes (I'm having a hard time the low winter light and getting good indoor pictures right now).  I just love Amelia's face in this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/4Vpi8b8DmRTLLmV3u1jDoLiQ1nmuAf34ZHMQbZmdQhs?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-NjDnxydZeew/Tvo2ze_zCSI/AAAAAAAAApc/BHFbh_XZkMA/s640/DSC_2630.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/Chrsitmas?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCJPW3qmT_MXLiQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Chrsitmas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our busy month made for a theme of Less is More.  I cut the cards out of our usual routine.  I cut the neighbor treats (we did take small ornaments and cards around).   And we also did fewer Christmas lights - not that we did many before.  But instead of stringing them on the house, we just put some net lights on the front hedges and set up this little snowman who, sadly, has spent more time laying on the ground than standing up.  He just won't stay standing!  I think next year we'll tie him up to the lamppost since we learned from friends in the neighborhood that our house can be identified as the one with the dead snowman.  Poor dead snowman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/XxYdcNub8Xk-Au5VKAjKC7iQ1nmuAf34ZHMQbZmdQhs?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img height="426" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-shXRcWVVr08/Tvo21FIC3YI/AAAAAAAAApo/89Vqt2SoaJ8/s640/DSC_2653.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/Chrsitmas?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCJPW3qmT_MXLiQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Chrsitmas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Christmas Eve we had our traditional potato soup in bread bowls for dinner.  It was a fun, easy night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/UtngEK8y4xPFbtVrU_m9rLiQ1nmuAf34ZHMQbZmdQhs?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img height="426" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ZPw6ulPBSfA/Tvo22NJx5AI/AAAAAAAAApw/4vl0_2DogMg/s640/DSC_2659.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/Chrsitmas?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCJPW3qmT_MXLiQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Chrsitmas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clara had her first taste of pumpkin pie.  She sure liked it, but made this face after each tiny bite.  Hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/BSPJ1aqL6BaDh3wPU3YLI7iQ1nmuAf34ZHMQbZmdQhs?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img height="426" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-HFYSTHemNsk/Tvo22bQuHBI/AAAAAAAAAp4/W6UdiiwFdJQ/s640/DSC_2666.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/Chrsitmas?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCJPW3qmT_MXLiQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Chrsitmas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we did our puppet nativity.  (See that cute new-to-us chair next to Randy?  We love it!  Our neighbors got new furniture a few days before Christmas and gave us this sweet rocker/glider - so comfy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ocvpUZMiCJf00wqfv0Al1biQ1nmuAf34ZHMQbZmdQhs?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img height="426" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-kcIRl4vhdO8/Tvo22xAKjZI/AAAAAAAAAp8/7pEsj2i7kxY/s640/DSC_2679.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/Chrsitmas?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCJPW3qmT_MXLiQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Chrsitmas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jammies were opened.  I was going to sew pajamas and actually made a pair of pj bottoms for Rand and cut out a nightgown for Lindsey.  But as per our theme this season, I cut that off my list before starting in on the nightgown.  Yay for store-bought sanity :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/oxmqHx6zsobzR8HQAXwuiriQ1nmuAf34ZHMQbZmdQhs?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-basiHpYPdBw/Tvo24o2b9EI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/CLevUY7_Fjg/s640/DSC_2694.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/Chrsitmas?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCJPW3qmT_MXLiQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Chrsitmas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PJs!  After the kids went to bed, Randy and I spent the evening setting up a play kitchen for Amelia, a lego table for Rand, and a mini trampoline for Lindsey and then left those in the basement to be found later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/UVDtNXydx0mj9AQ9t3YUBLiQ1nmuAf34ZHMQbZmdQhs?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img height="426" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Tr6RR_skEtc/Tvo4dOjlUsI/AAAAAAAAAqo/x1l7kZwhNr4/s640/DSC_2706.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/Chrsitmas?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCJPW3qmT_MXLiQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Chrsitmas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas morning was very nice.  The kids didn't wake up until after 7, and then we all had a great time opening the presents under the tree (we didn't tell the kids about the big gifts in the basement until after church.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/iBMlHc0976WNWsmFK1fq9LiQ1nmuAf34ZHMQbZmdQhs?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img height="426" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-xL0caDDOma8/Tvo4cO2zclI/AAAAAAAAAqg/hvBv4wpOs60/s640/DSC_2708.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/Chrsitmas?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCJPW3qmT_MXLiQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Chrsitmas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clara got her first doll from Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/Chrsitmas?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCJPW3qmT_MXLiQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Chrsitmas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all grew some mustaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/glR42pogH-aQtSDGhg_DZriQ1nmuAf34ZHMQbZmdQhs?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img height="426" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/--OVjLegv1uo/Tvo4g1Mr1XI/AAAAAAAAArA/dJDi66TlqNs/s640/DSC_2725.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/Chrsitmas?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCJPW3qmT_MXLiQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Chrsitmas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsey dressed her new doll in the dress grammy McB made her.  She asked us, "How did grammy know Santa was going to bring me this doll?!"  Grandmas always know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/lU-sekEywtzc8KCtdbcL47iQ1nmuAf34ZHMQbZmdQhs?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/--KTySeO2aNw/Tvo4enk7nXI/AAAAAAAAAq4/XkU0WHpzM64/s640/DSC_2720.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/Chrsitmas?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCJPW3qmT_MXLiQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Chrsitmas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we all headed to church.  (Rand has food in his mouth in this one - sorry Rand!)  One-hour church that consisted of all music was lovely.  I could go for that every week!  After church we fed the kids lunch and then told them that since we have two chimneys and two fireplaces, maybe Santa left a few things for them to find in the basement too.  So they ran down and discovered the gifts we left down there the night before (no pictures).  That was so fun!  After some playing and relaxing, we cooked and cooked and had a big dinner with a bunch of friends.  Our breakfast casserole that I baked in the morning leaked into the oven, which I hadn't realized until I opened the oven to put the turkey in and was met with a wall of smoke!   The smoke detector went off several times in the process of making this meal.  Windows were opened, fans were turned on.  At one point, there might have even been a small fire on the bottom of the oven.  But we had to cook that turkey and so we scraped the black stuff from the bottom of the oven as best as possible and went on with the baking.  Our house might have smelled like a fire, but the food was delicious and the friends were fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/Chrsitmas?authkey=Gv1sRgCJPW3qmT_MXLiQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite#5691013208789868274"&gt;&lt;img height="425" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-guFhy7nlt3Q/TvqKXHH53vI/AAAAAAAAAr8/2QIaCuUIxY4/s640/DSC_2742.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/Chrsitmas?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCJPW3qmT_MXLiQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Chrsitmas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We topped off the night by breaking out the cotton candy maker Randy's parents gave us.  What could go better with pie than cotton candy made in our own golden kitchen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/3PNfF94DdwBlLNEayWRHmbiQ1nmuAf34ZHMQbZmdQhs?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img height="640" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-CBs7aZiG22c/Tvo4j-gOaBI/AAAAAAAAArg/urm678ydmr4/s640/DSC_2748.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/Chrsitmas?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCJPW3qmT_MXLiQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Chrsitmas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had a nice, relaxing couple of post-Christmas days, which have been lovely.  I feel like I could sleep for a week after all that preparation and holidaying!  Mom, here's Lindsey in her skirt (sorry about the poor picture).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Qc3X77inz2pcnxzR-0Fk7riQ1nmuAf34ZHMQbZmdQhs?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img height="426" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-NmphLQNJtJo/Tvo4jRmO56I/AAAAAAAAArY/oVFz-VTqILo/s640/DSC_2752.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: right;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/Chrsitmas?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCJPW3qmT_MXLiQE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Chrsitmas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have spent lots of time playing games (UNO attack is hilarious), trying out the Kinect and of course, making more cotton candy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-3298876898246732911?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/3298876898246732911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=3298876898246732911&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/3298876898246732911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/3298876898246732911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2011/12/navidad.html' title='Navidad!'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09071609476458177560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-1yvGvo5z758/Tvo2x_e471I/AAAAAAAAApU/OuBsyio6C90/s72-c/DSC_2601.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-2197309568656968282</id><published>2011-12-13T20:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T21:12:42.448-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big 'uns</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/daDX5Q85xSMFSlLKMcu9rhN3SBvDTwD1ZuknoRjvlNs?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-jpYZgc55T8E/Tuf6W5KLEOI/AAAAAAAAAn0/pe49YeuU2ns/s640/DSC_2520.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/December132011?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCOWNhIfqge2evgE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;December 13, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsey is a girl bursting with energy and enthusiasm.  She needs time to run and play and we squeak in as much as possible with what time we have between school and dark (oh winter!).  Have I mentioned that she can shimmy up to the top of the swing sets at the park, "walk" her hands across the entire top bar, past all the swings and over to the other side of the swing sets, and then shimmy down pole on the other side, without getting tired?  She can do this again and again.  Perhaps some winter gymnastics classes are in order.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/QiZW6iFx0M1YsqZP2V_SpRN3SBvDTwD1ZuknoRjvlNs?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ctAOrGsMPlg/Tuf6ZNAHyVI/AAAAAAAAAn8/igei2AbObXs/s640/DSC_2523.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/December132011?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCOWNhIfqge2evgE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;December 13, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsey finally lost her second front tooth.  (Those wiggly teeth gross me out, especially when they are given exhibition time during meals.)  Anyhoo, Lindsey is a born helper.  She loves to organize, thrives on positive feedback, loves friends, loves her primary teacher sooo much, and above all, loves holding Clara.   She and Rand get along great and are the best playmates.  She's not so sure about Amelia these days, but then she has to put up with a lot at bedtime when Amelia is at her craziest.  Don't you think it will make them best friends in the long run?  I hope so (and not mortal enemies)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/4UyEbANlDDI9gmAgsqG7HRN3SBvDTwD1ZuknoRjvlNs?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/--OlWoPdqVi4/Tuf6bAwXIfI/AAAAAAAAAoE/fK6rY74-xiQ/s640/DSC_2531.JPG" height="640" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/December132011?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCOWNhIfqge2evgE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;December 13, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had parent/teacher conferences with her 1st grade teacher last week.  What a smartie pants we have on our hands!  She's a great student, good friend, and eager worker!  I think she might just be her teacher's favorite (and why not?).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/wzAz6wjkjZZdVznI10agSxN3SBvDTwD1ZuknoRjvlNs?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-hOcbWPcPGeA/Tuf6cg5A-zI/AAAAAAAAAoM/iV2dLNw3Diw/s640/DSC_2532.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/December132011?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCOWNhIfqge2evgE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;December 13, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsey loves a good story.  When we were in Utah, she called my dad Frances (that's his name, but he goes by Wayne) and he gave her the look she is doing in the above picture.  She repeats that story and face about once a day!  With this love of stories, we are always working on helping her be honest since she comes up with some pretty convincing tales.  So much so that several of her friends' parents have reported stories back to me about things like uncles being bit by sharks - and asking if they are true since their kids are completely convinced that Lindsey's stories are real.  The other day we caught her in a blatant lie (not just another story) and are trying to figure out how to teach our sweet daughter about integrity of all things!  Oh, to have the imagination of a 7-year-old!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/y7-IFQVuc7YJiBVCKDTuLxN3SBvDTwD1ZuknoRjvlNs?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-SWiSb6jfGys/Tuf6enyE7_I/AAAAAAAAAoU/Ltj1x-ldq1E/s640/DSC_2535.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/December132011?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCOWNhIfqge2evgE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;December 13, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rand is a real ham.  He talks a lot.  He might appear to be kind of on the quiet side, but if you are within earshot of him, he will fill the room with stories and long, drawn-out explanations of just about anything.  And he does it in this loud, surprisingly commanding voice that makes it difficult to think sometimes. (Is this related to hearing loss?  I'll tell about that some other time)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/FqWoFdiupUSF702kOjDgGhN3SBvDTwD1ZuknoRjvlNs?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-lYZC6_pIDew/Tuf6f9Ogx9I/AAAAAAAAAoc/REqZWjid_vE/s640/DSC_2537.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/December132011?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCOWNhIfqge2evgE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;December 13, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At his parent/teacher conference last week, I came away feeling so great about how he is doing in school, socially and academically.  Last year he had an ornery preschool teacher who didn't have anything positive to say about him and suggested Rand was too young and needed to be held back a year before starting school.  According to his kindergarten teacher's glowing reviews, he is thriving in all areas.  He just loves his teacher and draws a picture of himself holding her hand, usually with some small note to her, just about every day.  I'm so glad he was put in her class and that she sees what a great and smart kid he is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/TauFQ9zDQ78vTmfc4ZZ5thN3SBvDTwD1ZuknoRjvlNs?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-drp9Qe8Qbz8/Tuf6h0y4p9I/AAAAAAAAAok/bW4PD0tktbc/s640/DSC_2542.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/December132011?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCOWNhIfqge2evgE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;December 13, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are helping Lindsey with her nightly homework, he insists on doing his own homework and so we have to come up with things for him to do each night (sight words, math games, etc).  It seems the boy can read and really really wants to figure out math (mom, what's 100 times 100? - all day long.).  He loves to draw and write.  This is a big deal since up until this year, he was completely uninterested in pencils and crayons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/u2LM7qeBr87x9OlcUeU7yhN3SBvDTwD1ZuknoRjvlNs?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-YOK3GqtPOHM/Tuf6jCdljXI/AAAAAAAAAos/ssDEOSOcEGo/s640/DSC_2552.JPG" height="640" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/December132011?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCOWNhIfqge2evgE&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;December 13, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are always working on listening, using appropriate voices, being honest, sharing, being nice, staying in our seats during meals, and eating veggies.  We have plenty of bedtime drama, fits and breakdowns, scoldings over turning on computer games without permission, and enough time-outs to wear a mom out.  But all in all, I'd say we've got some pretty great kids around these parts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.  I'm still kind of stumped on what to do for Lindsey for Christmas. Any super cool ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-2197309568656968282?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/2197309568656968282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=2197309568656968282&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/2197309568656968282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/2197309568656968282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2011/12/big-uns.html' title='Big &apos;uns'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09071609476458177560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-jpYZgc55T8E/Tuf6W5KLEOI/AAAAAAAAAn0/pe49YeuU2ns/s72-c/DSC_2520.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-8185983855632754745</id><published>2011-12-11T22:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T23:24:55.522-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wee Ones</title><content type='html'>Clara is 7 months old!  We all think she is totally cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/iqGX4u6ol6_w4Ce4FZZdhLab5m-RvWnM_mMLRVoSPNE?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-AQuQNwqlhUI/TuV3FSXHZLI/AAAAAAAAAm4/CLfsA7wkVGI/s640/DSC_2435.JPG" height="640" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/December112011?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCLXewIOz3p2cWA&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;December 11, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has some delicious cheeks, dimple included.  And the bluest eyes.  Her eyelashes are still blonde - the lightest and shortest in our posse.  Her hair is getting longer, in spots, so she sports a pretty good comb-over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/H-u99J6GPxD-2bJ0hJR3nrab5m-RvWnM_mMLRVoSPNE?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-DNyHAVKbgzk/TuV2-6WQKXI/AAAAAAAAAmo/eHTXSa6VJm4/s640/DSC_2431.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/December112011?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCLXewIOz3p2cWA&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;December 11, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her laugh makes us laugh.  She's a happy girl, until dinner prep-time of course.  We are trying to feed her baby food, but that just makes her blow raspberries.  We have gone through many bowls of baby cereal and veggies and I'm not sure if any of them were ingested, or rather spat down her front.  At least she enjoys it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/yxPAlv-I09VkmEQcKCNYFrab5m-RvWnM_mMLRVoSPNE?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-o6g2SgER3RA/TuV20cNyp7I/AAAAAAAAAmY/MzMPW0NnhsQ/s640/DSC_2422.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/December112011?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCLXewIOz3p2cWA&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;December 11, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month she had her first cold and had an impressive amount of snot, which ended up plastered to my clothes.  She's better now, but she drools quite a bit.  She also had her first bonk - right on her nose.  You can see the last bit of her scrape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Li_ZD7U5fl_WuakNMkPSYbab5m-RvWnM_mMLRVoSPNE?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-iCBWAT7YFQc/TuV3CApJodI/AAAAAAAAAmw/-GhObjWEszY/s640/DSC_2432.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/December112011?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCLXewIOz3p2cWA&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;December 11, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sits like a champ and can happily play with toys (if she doesn't see me sneak away).  When she falls back, which happens more than she would like, it makes her livid.  I'm pretty sure she can wave to people on purpose.  Sitting, waving.  We're pretty smart around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/DWWaZTV7lIYKZdtlCiUxcrab5m-RvWnM_mMLRVoSPNE?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-D3tTdbcQcv0/TuV27kwtTFI/AAAAAAAAAmg/a8Gp2G2iN0A/s640/DSC_2427.JPG" height="640" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/December112011?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCLXewIOz3p2cWA&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;December 11, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clara might just be our first mama's girl, though she is passed around and held by everyone. It's interesting to see that she has her own personality - a little shy and a little cuddly and a smiley little thing. She's learning to use her lungs and join in the loud dinner-time hullabaloo with a surprisingly big and growly voice.  She's such a sweet addition to our family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/BXQIAmUA77MHV2FTEsa2SLab5m-RvWnM_mMLRVoSPNE?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-O-QKDUMvW7c/TuV3NZ0QpHI/AAAAAAAAAnA/BdknSe2-e1U/s640/DSC_2486.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/December112011?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCLXewIOz3p2cWA&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;December 11, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amelia is 2. She's got ideas. She's got opinions. She likes to make funny faces and then see how she looks in the camera.  She is fun, full of kisses and spunk.  She loved Santa at the ward party and went right up to him, nearly knocking over the rest of the kids in her hurry to get to him.  Once it was &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt; her turn, she got right on his lap, talked for a long time, got off his lap and continued talking to him until I caught her and led her away.  She is not timid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/cNEq0mxQk8Me4Q3Z3DBQQbab5m-RvWnM_mMLRVoSPNE?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-uf6FYC4zkzo/TuV3OzhoPvI/AAAAAAAAAnI/UoHyUU4Zs1o/s640/DSC_2487.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/December112011?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCLXewIOz3p2cWA&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;December 11, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the way to church today she said, "Rise and shout the cougars are out!" over and over.  (Our indoctrination is working...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/vi8NJvxxJCw3GrFTyo-li7ab5m-RvWnM_mMLRVoSPNE?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-bavPUbYC0Ps/TuV3bfgy-1I/AAAAAAAAAnY/bOPl1hbQUVQ/s640/DSC_2442.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/December112011?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCLXewIOz3p2cWA&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;December 11, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hair is long.  And seeing it makes me realize she's no longer a baby.  No matter what, her hair only stays looking brushed for a minute.  She usually looks like she spent some time in a sticky wind tunnel.  In addition to being unable to keep her hair tidy, I also can't keep shoes or socks on this girl.  Particularly in the car.  That makes running errands extra fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/rFKYZIkruj9OHbF5v27GYbab5m-RvWnM_mMLRVoSPNE?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-lsvK3SeWz5g/TuV2ia_Q1YI/AAAAAAAAAmA/YVZxt7_3J_c/s640/DSC_2389.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/December112011?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCLXewIOz3p2cWA&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;December 11, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell she just knows she is part of whatever is going on.  She loves a crowd.  Loves counting, reading, seeing Christmas lights, clapping and dancing and being silly.  She loves everything that is mine, especially anything I might be eating or drinking.  Nothing befouls a perfectly nice glass of water like a 2-year-old.  But she's a cute one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;**Sometime I'll think to take out the camera when the big kids are home from school and I'll do an update for them.  They are pretty awesome and worth their own post!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-8185983855632754745?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/8185983855632754745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=8185983855632754745&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/8185983855632754745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/8185983855632754745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2011/12/wee-ones.html' title='Wee Ones'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09071609476458177560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-AQuQNwqlhUI/TuV3FSXHZLI/AAAAAAAAAm4/CLfsA7wkVGI/s72-c/DSC_2435.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-7546271907635235304</id><published>2011-12-03T00:01:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T00:34:34.682-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Be</title><content type='html'>We are back from a lovely visit to see family in Utah for an extra long Thanksgiving vacation.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ohrtpNT2a-tPtEihkYk1fd4Xb1ANf4duzVfMLok-PBo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-usXvQ7mU2oM/TtmokOfuobI/AAAAAAAAAl0/rzQMhIu-8Kw/s640/DSC_1974.JPG" height="640" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/UtahThanksgiving2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCILdxqX225KjPw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Utah Thanksgiving 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As our marriage and family are basically products of BYU, we took the kids to campus to go to the Bean museum (awesome) and to buy some cinnamon bears for a treat.  While we were there, someone was giving a carrillon bell concert that essentially gave us a soundtrack for our campus wanderings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/yIFP6KqbAgSpo9_hOGH2It4Xb1ANf4duzVfMLok-PBo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-pUjx2Ilr8SQ/Ttmop25vgPI/AAAAAAAAAhk/eq25E-01pts/s640/DSC_1976.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/UtahThanksgiving2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCILdxqX225KjPw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Utah Thanksgiving 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe the foot bridges might have been the funnest part of that day for the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/OvgAWMv5D9JADIiTNk-d6d4Xb1ANf4duzVfMLok-PBo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-mgNzMOu35tU/Ttmo2_UNo3I/AAAAAAAAAh0/qh_00IfROEs/s640/DSC_1981.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/UtahThanksgiving2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCILdxqX225KjPw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Utah Thanksgiving 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made the kids pose with us where we said our first "I love you's" so long ago.  You can tell Rand felt he was on hallowed ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/s17qz-BMW2aLeI18Yd5p1N4Xb1ANf4duzVfMLok-PBo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Tr4LBqWMp8M/Ttmo8vBpKAI/AAAAAAAAAiU/ImWbZ9vE5nU/s640/DSC_2015.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/UtahThanksgiving2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCILdxqX225KjPw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Utah Thanksgiving 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It snowed just enough one morning for us to have some fun slipping around outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/41e5D-20TDHzHNFwtqqFKN4Xb1ANf4duzVfMLok-PBo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ALd-jc8Wqpk/Ttmo9bLd68I/AAAAAAAAAic/SZexf3Y2DDE/s640/DSC_2011.JPG" height="640" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/UtahThanksgiving2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCILdxqX225KjPw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Utah Thanksgiving 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks like we did some real sledding, but Amelia was the only one small enough to capture sledding with a full snowy background!  She and Linds and Rand loved rolling around in the snow, despite the fact that I did not bring any snow gear and their hands, feet and legs became popsicles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/RRDIXbO12uf411r0TyfEBd4Xb1ANf4duzVfMLok-PBo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-cykqpuOgVsc/Ttmo-24Xz9I/AAAAAAAAAik/bRwyBoPQjgs/s640/DSC_2014.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/UtahThanksgiving2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCILdxqX225KjPw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Utah Thanksgiving 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent lots of time feeding the deer, goats and other animals next door to my parents' place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/4Z6hJXe-v0FOYfkjVHoGrN4Xb1ANf4duzVfMLok-PBo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-LSJLdvwzfDU/TtmpNOg4KvI/AAAAAAAAAi8/tpj0AWsgB6I/s640/DSC_2035.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/UtahThanksgiving2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCILdxqX225KjPw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Utah Thanksgiving 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the kids got to go for a ride through the berry patch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/07Uo6YJ9HiT5BjmqRffCMt4Xb1ANf4duzVfMLok-PBo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-0-NOUHvcFiY/TtmpbWipO3I/AAAAAAAAAjM/yXeU6ajzmPg/s640/DSC_2053.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/UtahThanksgiving2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCILdxqX225KjPw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Utah Thanksgiving 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Clara wasn't so sure about the cold, but her dad is handsome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/GCpkV78328E3UPwUxaxljN4Xb1ANf4duzVfMLok-PBo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ewAzGbZUw-s/TtmpQXmHY3I/AAAAAAAAAjE/Nt7V3zjR9zU/s640/DSC_2038.JPG" height="640" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/UtahThanksgiving2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCILdxqX225KjPw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Utah Thanksgiving 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun to introduce Clara to grampy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/9slzo9Ehgm4iSPt3jKVd3t4Xb1ANf4duzVfMLok-PBo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-UcK7mjZkGNI/TtmpC8a9n7I/AAAAAAAAAi0/RjvVB_jh55o/s640/DSC_2029.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/UtahThanksgiving2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCILdxqX225KjPw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Utah Thanksgiving 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy and I snuck out for a football game.  We won.  And froze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/9NxvlNB1SI77N16p3vokot4Xb1ANf4duzVfMLok-PBo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-IzFBEipOEgQ/TtmsVOtF_GI/AAAAAAAAAlY/SN2HarZmv5I/s400/11%252520-%2525202.jpg" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/UtahThanksgiving2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCILdxqX225KjPw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Utah Thanksgiving 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have pictures from my sister Laurie's beautiful house, but we had the best time hanging out there, letting the kids play outside and dress up.  You should see their incredible view!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few days at my parents' place, we headed south to Randy's folks' which was full of cousins and more cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Fo5q0-gMpXD340SiVSsiSd4Xb1ANf4duzVfMLok-PBo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-MRV3xteca-4/TtmqJDVB05I/AAAAAAAAAj0/DwuAVXBD490/s640/DSC_2153.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/UtahThanksgiving2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCILdxqX225KjPw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Utah Thanksgiving 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy discovered a love of four-wheelers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/g8xozgVaaSoLVIK3klnxEN4Xb1ANf4duzVfMLok-PBo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7w38lhUEctY/TtmpxRl39EI/AAAAAAAAAjc/V3SXQwrsawU/s640/DSC_2098.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/UtahThanksgiving2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCILdxqX225KjPw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Utah Thanksgiving 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was wrestling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/YgzotUwh1GG84PmbviOYGN4Xb1ANf4duzVfMLok-PBo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-dz9y1ukLlxk/Ttmp4L-9kjI/AAAAAAAAAjk/mEDPxFkI4js/s640/DSC_2106.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/UtahThanksgiving2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCILdxqX225KjPw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Utah Thanksgiving 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trampoline bouncing during the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/rwmAL-npyGLI-yaZamzOuN4Xb1ANf4duzVfMLok-PBo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-O4Qr4-LxzII/Ttmqk4Ibu7I/AAAAAAAAAkE/Bx4QLN2S1mU/s640/DSC_2210.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/UtahThanksgiving2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCILdxqX225KjPw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Utah Thanksgiving 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/aLE9BrbAZ820AEB5dUgOwd4Xb1ANf4duzVfMLok-PBo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QCM3CPafw5E/TtmqPhp_NzI/AAAAAAAAAj8/ACKR1nvfXtc/s640/DSC_2162.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/UtahThanksgiving2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCILdxqX225KjPw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Utah Thanksgiving 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, riding in the old jeep (Amelia loves that little phone).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/PzhWWEvalJ4euJftvguuQd4Xb1ANf4duzVfMLok-PBo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-CjmfpMpC_wE/TtmqlQnhEaI/AAAAAAAAAkM/xeXxnZyKm9o/s640/DSC_2222.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/UtahThanksgiving2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCILdxqX225KjPw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Utah Thanksgiving 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played a 7-hour game of Puerto Rico (not pictured, you should be grateful - it didn't end well and it was all my fault (or maybe Tasha's (wink)).  And there was loads of food.  Good food.  But alas, no good pictures of it, so you can feast on this cute face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/YCblN_JXaXsArYLw0UVUx94Xb1ANf4duzVfMLok-PBo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-AL_v6cR9drU/TtmqCB_eXcI/AAAAAAAAAjs/rZE7eNQMxUo/s640/DSC_2128.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/UtahThanksgiving2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCILdxqX225KjPw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Utah Thanksgiving 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After several nice days, we went back to my parents' house for an overlapping visit with sisters Laurie, Wendy and their families.  Oh the fun!  The late night games!  The laughing!  The shopping!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/FMVZY9d-o33aJxTObkP8D94Xb1ANf4duzVfMLok-PBo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-SY6V1nFzwR4/TtmrEjMmnvI/AAAAAAAAAkc/4g7iDJg-XtQ/s640/DSC_2321.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/UtahThanksgiving2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCILdxqX225KjPw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Utah Thanksgiving 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clara loved Emily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/H_gdMdxTz0zO5TVIMEJKMd4Xb1ANf4duzVfMLok-PBo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2d3FDiVuWKo/TtmrJdStE8I/AAAAAAAAAkk/0uUfZIXz47U/s640/DSC_2327.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/UtahThanksgiving2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCILdxqX225KjPw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Utah Thanksgiving 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia loved the piano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/easBTtJjTxaJBToOHfg83t4Xb1ANf4duzVfMLok-PBo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-2RgmMIlxcOk/Ttmrg61nRyI/AAAAAAAAAk8/L1RFhSV8hKg/s640/DSC_2363.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/UtahThanksgiving2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCILdxqX225KjPw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Utah Thanksgiving 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy loved this chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/SFfT48s_oEpqTYsgsnY05d4Xb1ANf4duzVfMLok-PBo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-N-5I6HHIr_s/TtmrX39G-NI/AAAAAAAAAk0/JTluOM19EjY/s640/DSC_2342.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/UtahThanksgiving2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCILdxqX225KjPw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Utah Thanksgiving 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved this painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Yi9pQIAhfULZ5G1E_Aurnd4Xb1ANf4duzVfMLok-PBo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-7NjhpRuHfcc/TtmrWhWIJNI/AAAAAAAAAks/MfQKinNtG6g/s640/DSC_2340.JPG" height="640" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/UtahThanksgiving2011?authuser=0&amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCILdxqX225KjPw&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Utah Thanksgiving 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all loved hanging out together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did more visiting, more eating, more game playing, and very little sleeping.  Then we flew home and slept and slept and the kids and I didn't wake up until 8:30 the next morning, but still managed to get them clothed, fed, out the door and on the bus in time for school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/A_kH3kyRtWiWC5uOLF2gbN4Xb1ANf4duzVfMLok-PBo?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-XUkZuEaulC0/Ttmq8GnkUlI/AAAAAAAAAkU/dMXPlYqcvzA/s640/DSC_2275.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/UtahThanksgiving2011?authuser=0&amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCILdxqX225KjPw&amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Utah Thanksgiving 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all thankful for our great big family, thankful for a good safe trip, and thankful to be home!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-7546271907635235304?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/7546271907635235304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=7546271907635235304&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/7546271907635235304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/7546271907635235304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2011/12/thanks-be.html' title='Thanks Be'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09071609476458177560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-usXvQ7mU2oM/TtmokOfuobI/AAAAAAAAAl0/rzQMhIu-8Kw/s72-c/DSC_1974.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-3709029847293064183</id><published>2011-11-15T15:09:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T21:26:41.555-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaves are Falling All Around...</title><content type='html'>Can you believe we are already half-way through November?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I probably say this every year, but this has been our most beautiful fall yet.  The weather has been lovely and the colorful trees surrounding us have been gorgeous.  The leaves are falling like crazy.  Some days, we'll look outside and it looks like it's raining leaves.  Randy works hard using the leaf blower and mowing the leaves into mulch to keep up with the leaves so we don't have to endure raking an acre of soggy wet leaves all at once like our first year here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend, our yard went from looking like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/gLZXr3EC8HxnYWCdaUBpRbx3_0g6U72hPQpIKVA8u6I?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-49236EPPihE/TsLGr6qMslI/AAAAAAAAAfo/QhP9EEEuOxw/s640/DSC_1917.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/November152011?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCPvto5aM9L74fw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;November 15, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/baDPWwlr_7BFrOrwmgixirx3_0g6U72hPQpIKVA8u6I?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-NeptBuT8nZM/TsLGsXM8zXI/AAAAAAAAAf0/8W10QeWNucQ/s640/DSC_1938.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/November152011?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCPvto5aM9L74fw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;November 15, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/WZmhg3QPJKqLy7NnEm0wibx3_0g6U72hPQpIKVA8u6I?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Qf-eL_mzPWg/TsLGw5jth1I/AAAAAAAAAgM/5qxugmojJVw/s640/DSC_1949.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/November152011?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCPvto5aM9L74fw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;November 15, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the biggest trees are taunting us with hanging on to a lot of their leaves, like the giant white oak:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/5zQZTsqSPBG36jrxNB11Qrx3_0g6U72hPQpIKVA8u6I?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Wy_yaWJSrb0/TsLGu8FezPI/AAAAAAAAAgE/vbJKsvo1qxw/s640/DSC_1945.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/November152011?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCPvto5aM9L74fw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;November 15, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the yard once again looks like the leaf cleanup never happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/NPZgozVWTqGUnQhI9fFyULx3_0g6U72hPQpIKVA8u6I?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-SflthtvO7j4/TsLG9apiX6I/AAAAAAAAAgs/TGPSzFKUsBI/s640/DSC_1934.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/November152011?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCPvto5aM9L74fw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;November 15, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an unrelated note, I love how Amelia is now giving me big smiles whenever she sees the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/M5t6PrkWBLKwUVm7BzGQi7x3_0g6U72hPQpIKVA8u6I?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Hnb7GEyEr3k/TsLGueskp8I/AAAAAAAAAf8/hvEe5A9syc4/s640/DSC_1947.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/November152011?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCPvto5aM9L74fw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;November 15, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish Rand would remember his real smile.  But I'm happy he's doing so well in school (purple note taped to his chest from his teacher was worn like a badge of honor for that kid).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/IUtHd19kV7-_1_QXLQnwgbx3_0g6U72hPQpIKVA8u6I?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-0KMfXE2TkrQ/TsLGrdUjngI/AAAAAAAAAfk/PsvgzMxG4b0/s640/DSC_1936.JPG" height="640" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/November152011?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCPvto5aM9L74fw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;November 15, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wake up and realize you have FOUR whole kids?  They fill those laundry baskets very fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/961b4X1FDOHpowdxIhynQrx3_0g6U72hPQpIKVA8u6I?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-CjqTvgKWTHA/TsLGyNjYzcI/AAAAAAAAAgc/rZOBXplxeaw/s640/DSC_1963.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/November152011?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCPvto5aM9L74fw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;November 15, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* * * * * * * *&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completely unrelated:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/vUiikx5WsVDRER5CPwclSrx3_0g6U72hPQpIKVA8u6I?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-owgL-BvGQx0/TsLGxRLerHI/AAAAAAAAAgU/gKu1PY_TV5Y/s640/DSC_1959.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/November152011?authuser=0&amp;amp;authkey=Gv1sRgCPvto5aM9L74fw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;November 15, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night, Amelia went to bed with a rubberband in her hair - one that, before stretched, has the circumference of a dime.  She woke up at 11 crying and crying and I went in and instead of making her either cry it out, or singing to her and putting her right back down, I decided to let her come out and have a snack and a drink before putting her back to bed.  She was being so funny and chatty and so we sat on the couch a while together and I told her, "As soon as you finish your pretzel, it's time for bed."  So she put her hand up to her mouth to put a pretzel in and I noticed her hand was enormous.  She had put the rubberband around her wrist and fallen asleep like that for about 4 hours by that point.  That was the scariest looking thing I have seen!  I took off the rubberband and yelled for Randy to come look.  It was like someone had blown up a rubber glove to make it a balloon. We had her moving her fingers and squeezing our hands and watched as the swelling slowly went down.  Luckily, we have a friend who is a hand surgeon (handy!) and Randy texted back and forth with him and we felt reassured that her hand was okay even if it stayed swollen a while.  Her hand looked normal in the morning, but even 2 days later, there is still a red ring around her wrist.  Poor girl!  And now I have yet another thing to be afraid of - rubberbands.  I'm just glad our girl is okay.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-3709029847293064183?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/3709029847293064183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=3709029847293064183&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/3709029847293064183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/3709029847293064183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2011/11/leaves-are-falling-all-around.html' title='Leaves are Falling All Around...'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09071609476458177560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-49236EPPihE/TsLGr6qMslI/AAAAAAAAAfo/QhP9EEEuOxw/s72-c/DSC_1917.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-3161526420475272498</id><published>2011-11-01T20:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T21:09:09.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>#Dos</title><content type='html'>Okay, this isn't actually a Halloween #2 post.  Let's face it, I'm not a good low-light photog so we didn't get any trick-or-treating pictures worth recording.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/bw6XpBzaJvlXFm3kJkY7JA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-sl8V8jdFruw/TqWoIMw5yFI/AAAAAAAAAUY/V-2B2Lcg6dY/s640/DSC_1675.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/October242011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;October 24, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;October was great and long. We did lots of stuff, such as:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Waterford Fair in VA.  It was a lovely early fall day and a beautiful drive.  I want to live in one of those 18th century brick homes.  We saw some cool craftsmen and the kids got to try a few things.  It was fun, but I think would be even more fun with just Randy and I on a date so we could really look at everything...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/VlXqDy63orW5MuZJynHOeg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-6FNu_m789_E/TrCUgCSp-QI/AAAAAAAAAfU/YMvWhOlqivk/s640/DSC_1555.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/November12011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;November 1, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took out a few crazy holly trees to open up the bottom area of our yard.  Then rotatilled and planted grass.  And by we, I mean Randy, with a small bit of help from us - Lindsey and I both tried our hands at rotatilling and we all threw grass seeds around, though I'm not sure if that was so effective.  Mostly I just enjoyed the weather and held this girl:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/HhoajEUOkulgGTKjJf5NuQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IA68fSnFZCs/TrCUb35NjaI/AAAAAAAAAfM/dVYjxzsoWQA/s640/DSC_1594.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/November12011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;November 1, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, grass area before:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/QUI3Kvhqo3cb3QwaXbaLQg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-v9kZcxKQwZE/TrCUbFZQmnI/AAAAAAAAAfE/WXcssZ6Nk2g/s640/DSC_1593.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/November12011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;November 1, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After:  (Grow grass grow!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/h0AUisjdM8Buu7fvYcCjmA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5gjWv3k05m0/TrCTf9i_QSI/AAAAAAAAAeU/tWYRV5HROXk/s640/DSC_1906.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/November12011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;November 1, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lindsey's 7th birthday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/-I1bvUoJdJjsAQCOku5wEw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-XFggpkol9fk/TrCT4sICsII/AAAAAAAAAek/SyH8065mxGI/s640/DSC_1787.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/November12011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;November 1, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; How is she so old already?  We had a spooky birthday party.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/bs841nU7zTqJmdDCTMepBw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7NhMgIJXl8k/TqWpUpu64pI/AAAAAAAAAWA/bVxsFiKVKpQ/s640/IMG_0053.JPG" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/October242011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;October 24, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Played games.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/KHJkg0vQoWAU0EaUiHJ-Xw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-L3z9oAfsbNQ/TqWppS6adPI/AAAAAAAAAWI/26K8Bs9C8DA/s640/IMG_0091.JPG" height="640" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/October242011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;October 24, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hit a Pinata!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ZpXsL6SVeXcSjCiiqJB9pg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tvQHQbWM7FA/TqWpzt0yhPI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/gfgNIJ0xOJM/s640/IMG_0097.JPG" height="640" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/October242011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;October 24, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grandma and Grandpa C came to visit.  We love having them!  Amelia keeps asking where "Gama Gordon" is, haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/lAS9mO2DywbAUGm0OwtO0A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-sLbAdfCKHqw/TrCTo1fZGlI/AAAAAAAAAec/tuks7SXLWbQ/s640/DSC_1794.JPG" height="640" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/November12011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;November 1, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Lindsey's actual birthday, we did a scavenger hunt with super clever rhyming clues (go me)  during which perhaps all four children cried at one point or another and I wanted to yell, "This is fun [d-word]!" to everyone.  But held off and Lindsey found her gift - a new-to-us fancy big kid bike she is in love with.  Whew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/cHVdiC0yZCLM80y6F--LQA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ATznH1XgRDc/TrCT_VTqlKI/AAAAAAAAAes/Mq4ER77kRls/s640/DSC_1771.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/November12011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;November 1, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to Dutch Wonderland in PA.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/J9G6u0i3pellmc_unrZaQw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-5PHjPDI3EDQ/TqWp8KGAVqI/AAAAAAAAAWY/sQEC4Jtg068/s640/IMG_0116.JPG" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/October242011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;October 24, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was fun and we had a great time, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/HsuxKieYFrH3cdDSX6uB6Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-e8x4wAuGskA/TqWqKQBxbEI/AAAAAAAAAWo/4KPHLIvibvA/s640/IMG_0126.JPG" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/October242011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;October 24, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We agree that Hershey Park is cooler with better food and we will make sure not to miss Hershey Park day again next year :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/QgKnk4cQXx8XGxt1TPGDHQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-72YG0MikoU4/TqWqPqEubtI/AAAAAAAAAWw/EIU6ulfnh-U/s640/IMG_0139.JPG" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/October242011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;October 24, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We made it through a great and busy month.  And now that the Halloween stuff is all put away and things are clean and schedules are simple again, I'm very thankful it's November!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/SiVYZUn__CEwjFCkgq_pmg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-dF2t3MhW2Rc/TrCTe-f0NaI/AAAAAAAAAeM/RWzpx3UBbkg/s640/DSC_1898.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/November12011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;November 1, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-3161526420475272498?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/3161526420475272498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=3161526420475272498&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/3161526420475272498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/3161526420475272498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2011/11/dos.html' title='#Dos'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09071609476458177560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-sl8V8jdFruw/TqWoIMw5yFI/AAAAAAAAAUY/V-2B2Lcg6dY/s72-c/DSC_1675.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-6818894215130353469</id><published>2011-10-31T12:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T13:27:18.279-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween #Uno (surely there will be a wrap-up)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Every Halloween I have to sing (to myself in my own head because I'm cool) that song they played over the loud speakers at Sonoma Elementary in days of yore, "H-A-double-L-O-W-double-E-N spells Halloween!"  I also sing to myself in my own head the "Spooky Scary" song from 30 Rock and wish I knew the words and/or had a copy of that to play right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Xkt9GZ4zybWTD6XlKRCmjQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-4-B43vs8Ahk/Tq7YScZPj8I/AAAAAAAAAd4/LEjZbTtlras/s640/DSC_1825.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/October312011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;October 31, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you read any Ramona books lately?  We read some of the series sometime last year when Lindsey was in kindergarten.  I love the part where Ramona dresses up as a witch for Halloween and wears a mask and then people like her mom and teacher pretend to not know who she is - and it freaks her out so she has to write a little note with Ramona Q. on it to wear so she wouldn't disappear or be forgotten while wearing the mask.  Something like that anyway.  I just think it's adorable.  I think Beverly Cleary wrote a 5-year-old very well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/WwrKZGja5e0N1Jgr7Q2ZQQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-IyecCYdnuuw/Tq7YMHyOgkI/AAAAAAAAAdU/bmHe-bBgatI/s640/DSC_1807.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/October312011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;October 31, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had fun coming up with our costumes this year.  Due to reading Harry Potter books 1-3 this summer, everyone started out wanting to be Harry Potter characters, but then slowly changed their minds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/SeuNuityz73pq6USmyHVsw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-MCsQqU-BV0Q/Tq7YL9KZtAI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/_wbKJcfyzBk/s640/DSC_1811.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/October312011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;October 31, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made Lindsey a newer, bigger tutu and found some wings so she could be a fairy.  I figure we are coming to the end of Halloweens when she still wants to be something so sweet and pretty.  So a fairy it is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/V8de4uyP_7KZWtpiV3sBWQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0ASf63XULCg/Tq7YRNAuOOI/AAAAAAAAAdw/Gv6xS33-xfs/s640/DSC_1823.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/October312011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;October 31, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rand decided to be a blonde Dracula.  I pulled out some mad sewing skilz and made him a rather awesome cape.  I made the cape twice actually.  I sewed the cape like a crazy person 10 minutes before kids arrived for Lindsey's Halloween birthday party.  It was functional, but horribly done.  So I took it apart and re-did it much better so Rand could look even spookier.  I never noticed before, but it seems lots of boys dress up as Dracula since just about everyone his age at the ward party was a vampire.  I must say, Rand's cape was the best.  (Pat-pat)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/axkWNvqOSJaZePJn4B3jGg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-7wgO2ug9NSE/Tq7YO3HzPrI/AAAAAAAAAdk/1VqRiPXolio/s640/DSC_1812.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/October312011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;October 31, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia could have donned an old tutu and some wings to match Lindsey, but I decided to put her in the cowboy costume I made for Rand a few years ago.  It fits her just right and she is a mighty cute cowgirl!  Yeehaw!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/twpkSUQRY-sbxc6PWTZMtw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-jSPMOU5o2aE/Tq7YTLIkJ2I/AAAAAAAAAeA/Q5KXaK9JNTM/s640/DSC_1821.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/October312011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;October 31, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clara is wearing the same pumpkin each kid has worn when babies.  Lindsey wore it when she was 1 and walking, Rand wore it at 4 months and it made him cry.  Amelia squeezed into it last year, also when she was 1 but not walking.  Clara is 6 months and it fit her just right - no tears, but she really wants to eat the straps of that hat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ZJhEYCvgKw36Q0oKETpJcA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-mK4nHn_-C8s/Tq7YLAXmq_I/AAAAAAAAAdI/ZhAxqNZLvjA/s640/DSC_1774.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/October312011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;October 31, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dressed up our yard a little.  Some houses in our neighborhood really go all out!  I guess we prefer the garbage-bag look.  I'm not dressing up (bah humbug?), but sometime I need to be Mary Poppins.  How has that idea escaped me until &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/9L7_KHGhWNpdesuHpZ-Wew?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-u2cSEOOf0RI/Tq7YIE6cTCI/AAAAAAAAAcw/KdLfXzJkqI8/s640/DSC_1792.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/October312011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;October 31, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Halloween Day and we still don't have pumpkins yet!  What?  Pumpkins are my favorite! How did this happen?  I'll tell you.  Squash bugs and stink bugs (and maybe a few kids during a bbq) killed each and every one of our pumpkin plants this summer.  So no home-grown beauties this time.  Also, October has been majorly busy.  Plus, last week each time I thought we could go to a pumpkin patch, it was either too busy, raining like crazy, or snowing.  Yes, it snowed much of the day Saturday - not enough to stick, but cold enough to make going to a pumpkin patch less than desirable.  I think after we go see Lindsey and Rand at their school Halloween parade, the wee ones and I will just go pick up a couple before the big kids get home.  Dear Randy, I know you said very kindly that it would be fine if we didn't have any pumpkins this year, but it's not.  I love them so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-6818894215130353469?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/6818894215130353469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=6818894215130353469&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/6818894215130353469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/6818894215130353469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2011/10/halloween-uno-surely-there-will-be-wrap.html' title='Halloween #Uno (surely there will be a wrap-up)'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09071609476458177560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-4-B43vs8Ahk/Tq7YScZPj8I/AAAAAAAAAd4/LEjZbTtlras/s72-c/DSC_1825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-1826950272302837910</id><published>2011-10-24T21:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T21:43:42.429-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Milestone</title><content type='html'>Two posts in one day!  Yahoo!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/WQNVxtneH9ot_GJgDOLstA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-z52y2rFMztA/TqWovXMWy5I/AAAAAAAAAVI/FVOwwYkpdiA/s640/DSC_1723.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/October242011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;October 24, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clara has been lunging at our food for some time now, but I have been lazy about starting this feeding phase.  It's so much extra work! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/vczMM6LnSRQNHBsAj9CSqA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-YCGbqbnaPXg/TqWowZUBVvI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/yUSpcIcwh4c/s640/DSC_1725.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/October242011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;October 24, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend we gave in and fed her some baby cereal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/9WwErEBo7SIUI9WhOSw7pA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-eDe_Os_YVVo/TqWoxLmW_9I/AAAAAAAAAVY/NYUrt49ugE0/s640/DSC_1730.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/October242011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;October 24, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In true Clara form, she handled it like it was no big deal, easy peasy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/NU9aIbCn0qfqD7bLAbLvkw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-scXHI9ZJ9_s/TqWoz0GCKaI/AAAAAAAAAVg/3Z4P6t1u2Q4/s640/DSC_1732.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/October242011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;October 24, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsey fed her the cereal and did a nice job, so I'll just hire her to be the official cereal feeder from here on out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/rw-izvTrXMt3ManKgFHUng?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-2UIE3u9EtHE/TqWo4s_twXI/AAAAAAAAAVo/x5gBJ3SrXgc/s640/DSC_1741.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/October242011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;October 24, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at that little face.  She's such a cute thing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/-H03qWBO8HX_ovlCk9S6Uw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-37u7wJpS7EQ/TqWntUxZCkI/AAAAAAAAAUA/l_P7yBAP1lQ/s640/DSC_1493.JPG" height="640" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/October242011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;October 24, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so as not to leave Amelia out in my double posting, I must say she's a cutie too!  Her new fun phrase is, "Hey, look at me guys!"  even if I'm the only one around.  Funny  girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-1826950272302837910?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/1826950272302837910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=1826950272302837910&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/1826950272302837910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/1826950272302837910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2011/10/milestone.html' title='A Milestone'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09071609476458177560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-z52y2rFMztA/TqWovXMWy5I/AAAAAAAAAVI/FVOwwYkpdiA/s72-c/DSC_1723.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-3925943239305451333</id><published>2011-10-24T21:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T21:31:14.684-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Twinners</title><content type='html'>As mentioned in my rather stressed-out post from last week that Rand got a tooth pulled.  It has been wiggly for a while, but since Lindsey has been losing teeth left and right, we didn't really think about it as being too odd.  At his appointment a few weeks ago, friendly dentist showed me his x-ray and said that it appeared he must have hit his tooth on something hard enough to kill the root.  So she suggested we bring him in to have it "wiggled," which is a nice way of saying they were going to pull it out.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/CijWKYBOyL7DO6bvdZxU2Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-arjFgLX2z7g/TqWoOiNxejI/AAAAAAAAAUo/p7DqhIbL0pg/s640/DSC_1682.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/October242011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;October 24, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rand was brave and chatty and a good sport about it.  What a great kid!  He was especially excited for the tooth fairy to come - he even wrote her a note saying how he was brave at the dentist.  So she brought him a dollar and a lego guy.  The first tooth is a big deal after all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/DEXe8PS4Y68m7VNGs7c8aw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-yQSpRJ8Czz4/TqWoMrZZCkI/AAAAAAAAAUg/rZSFCkKS_WI/s640/DSC_1679.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/October242011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;October 24, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now Rand and Lindsey are sporting twin gaps in their smiles.  I find this rather adorable!  Even more adorable is Rand's new lisp.  I expect that to go away as soon as he gets used to his new mouth, but I'll enjoy it until that happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/UJDjCI48_MGayN0kS1w-lg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-xRQQVfU9Z0M/TqWobW7rPrI/AAAAAAAAAUw/k43QpnInGIw/s640/DSC_1686.JPG" height="640" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/October242011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;October 24, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-3925943239305451333?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/3925943239305451333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=3925943239305451333&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/3925943239305451333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/3925943239305451333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2011/10/twinners.html' title='Twinners'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09071609476458177560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-arjFgLX2z7g/TqWoOiNxejI/AAAAAAAAAUo/p7DqhIbL0pg/s72-c/DSC_1682.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-6539581311734448711</id><published>2011-10-20T21:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T23:03:57.612-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Schtuff</title><content type='html'>To do, to do, to do.  I am going to type for a bit and perhaps that will help my brain slow down.  It's all trivial stuff, but enough to make my head spin.  Here is a dump of what we've been doing:&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 kid dentist check-ups.  I wonder if I would spend less time crying at the dentist now if I had had the same non-scary and very kind dental experiences as a child as my kids have now?  Our pediatric dentist is amazing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 extra dentist appointment to get a kid tooth pulled (I guess teeth die if bonked hard enough)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 little Rand sporting a new gap in his smile and a sweet lisp to go with it (pictures to come)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;2 adult dentist check-ups.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;0 cavities, go us!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;1 six-month well-baby visit, scheduled a week too soon thanks to a receptionist who wouldn't listen to me, so now I have to schedule yet another doctor visit in a week or so for vaccines she couldn't get this week.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What?  Is Clara really almost 6 months old?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She weighs 14 pounds and is tall - unless they measured wrong, she's in the 85% - wowee!  (We never see high percentages!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Halloween decorating.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Baking.  YUM&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Halloween costuming - 1 tutu made, 2 sets of wings bought, 1 black cape I should make tonight if I can force myself to...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are giving Lindsey a small-ish slightly spooky birthday party here at our house tomorrow since the kids have a day off and Lindsey's real birthday is a school day.  It's safe to say I'm not ready for it.  Somehow, party preparations have made for the busiest couple of days.  It's ridiculous how many trips to the store I have made.  But Lindsey is soooo totally excited!  I hope it's fun!  I'm glad Randy will be taking off early to assist in partying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What?  Lindsey is almost 7?  Remember when she was a 5-pound preemie?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have been listening to Anne of Green Gables on cd in the car with all the kids, but Lindsey loves it most of all.  It took a while for her to get into the story, but now she just loves that Anne-girl.  She asked me, "Why is that lady who owns Anne so grumpy?"  Ah, Marilla is the best character.  As soon as we finish the book, we need to watch the movie together. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Amelia has felt the stress of all this running around and has been muy emotional today between super cuteness.  Poor girl.  She cried and asked for Cafe Rio in the most pathetic voice (have we gone there much?) as we left our 2nd visiting teaching appointment this afternoon.  If only Amelia.  If only.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I visit taught 2 ladies today, then went grocery shopping all before lunch time.  See?  Too much running around.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Randy has had a big exciting work project and hasn't gotten home until late every night this week.  No one misses that guy more than me during those critical evening hours.  This place becomes a circus and I have just barely managed to keep everything running smoothly.  Splitting bedtimes between small ones and big ones has helped.  I don't pretend to know how my sister and sister-in-law handle looooooong deployments.  They are heroes and made of tougher stuff than me, that's for sure!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I took L and R to a family fun night at their school the other day while Randy stayed home with the babies.  The activity mainly involved a smelly gym full of elementary-aged kids hula-hooping, limbo-ing, and jamming to some rad music played by a very enthusiastic dj.  I'm afraid Lindsey has inherited my dorky dance skilz, but none of my inhibitions.  That girl is all confidence and lives for an audience.  She kept checking to make sure I was watching and her smile was enormous.  It was heart-breakingly sweet.  Rand ran around with a bunch of kindergarten kids who all call him Randall, and busted out some break-dance moves I never knew he had.  How is this "Randall" such smooth operator?  Must have gotten that from his dad who has his own inner backstreet.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A friend I visit teach (who I did not visit teach today) came over and did a bit of service for me this evening and though I have only known her a short time, I love her for it.    &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have killed roughly one big black spider a day for the past several weeks (2 today though).  My mom and sisters and I have been exchanging spider stories.  Mom wins!  Shudder.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The laundry pile insists on growing.  Thanks to diaper blow-outs, random bed-wetting incidents, a really fun and muddy backyard, and the normal wearing of clothing and using of towels, things keep needing to be laundered.  When I had Clara I told Randy my only goals were to keep up with the laundry (I did not include folding in the goal) and to sweep somewhat regularly.  I even stopped making my beloved to-do lists for a while.  Sweet bliss.  I set the bar low and have mostly succeeded in these mediocre aims.  But not this week.  If you come over, keep your shoes on.  And just go ahead and pretend you don't see the gunk on my shoulder Clara left there sometime this morning, because I can't bear to wash yet another article of clothing today. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s.  We do not do extra-curricular activities of any sort, unless you count going on bike rides to the park.  How do you all do after-school stuff?  (Wait, did you even read this far?  Sorry)  Anyhoo, the thought of anything extra makes me want to cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-6539581311734448711?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/6539581311734448711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=6539581311734448711&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/6539581311734448711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/6539581311734448711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2011/10/schtuff.html' title='Schtuff'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09071609476458177560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-7383893201057104525</id><published>2011-10-12T12:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T13:12:27.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amelia</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/1x7lZARahffHrhPl7Ya1WA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-EkM65GC9faY/TpXEmcDcIKI/AAAAAAAAASk/he6l1uEfpJg/s640/DSC_1621.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/Fall?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Fall&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason, Amelia and I have been battling it out lately.  She is two and therefore is prone to moods and meltdowns.  I am 33 and therefore am prone to moods and meltdowns.  It's not always pretty around here, especially when I can't give her the attention she needs and wants.  I know with everything we have going on at any given moment, Amelia hears a lot of the following:  "No!"  "Wait just a minute."  "I can't pick you up right now!"  " Please stop!"  "Use a nice voice!"  "Say Please!"  "Put that back!"  "Get down from there!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/XuXjQ5vm_xltEQwPS2Zg1w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-9HRzOb8RNxE/TpXEonKhuUI/AAAAAAAAAS8/lVY6j7AOFoA/s640/DSC_1625.JPG" height="640" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/Fall?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Fall&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can be frustrating, I'm sure, to be small but think you are big. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/PLWzH5XWlc4IVWf0R-lKPQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-wRndPKnkovI/TpXErI8RavI/AAAAAAAAATE/yerg3Tz69G8/s640/DSC_1626.JPG" height="640" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/Fall?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Fall&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia is such a cutie.  When she smiles she lights up all over.  And she is so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/kjBP_C1MdHsRW1eAhKksmA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7kh7riHayno/TpXEruNe24I/AAAAAAAAATM/aqvBtC6u58A/s640/DSC_1633.JPG" height="640" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/Fall?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Fall&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I took the picture below, she said, "Ayudame."  When she pushes in between me and the counter/stove/whatever I am doing when she wants my undivided attention, she says, "Empujen"  (Can you tell she has been watching more shows than she probably should?  Thanks Dora!  Wah.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/WlyfRd4P-EVeXj5LM41_6A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-qU5y6oEMBos/TpXEuAPRwPI/AAAAAAAAATc/lZkTj2vRZjc/s640/DSC_1642.JPG" height="640" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/Fall?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Fall&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a good climber and thinks she can climb anything.  Eek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ebzqSsyF_YxWDNMyVTg-Tw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-84dS29kr4P0/TpXEtieCApI/AAAAAAAAATU/eYqjyLBeG6I/s640/DSC_1640.JPG" height="640" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/Fall?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Fall&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my usual view of this girl, asking to be picked up and held or hoisted onto something, asking for fruit snacks, trying to grab the camera or whatever I'm holding.  Poor thing.  She's pretty patient given how often she is asked to wait...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/tJ1NM55RXKb8LzK8IPn5iw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-lmDIUlmCeUE/TpXEoGyl1RI/AAAAAAAAASw/iRppAdh8zt8/s640/DSC_1620.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/Fall?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Fall&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia is smart.  You should hear her count to ten!  I love how she speaks too.  She is loving and so sweet.  She gives Clara kisses all the time and is always ready for a hug or to cuddle us.  She thinks Lindsey and Rand are the coolest and they think she's pretty great too.  Kids at the park or church always love to see her and get her to do some of her funny faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ShFi7aKsH3pl5xeM5LssnA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1PC9rx5eYaA/TpXEoDbnBDI/AAAAAAAAASs/ddSXM7nQQL4/s640/DSC_1612.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/Fall?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Fall&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all just love this girl!  I'm glad she's got so much spunk to her.  She definitely makes sure she doesn't get lost in the shuffle!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-7383893201057104525?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/7383893201057104525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=7383893201057104525&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/7383893201057104525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/7383893201057104525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2011/10/amelia.html' title='Amelia'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09071609476458177560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-EkM65GC9faY/TpXEmcDcIKI/AAAAAAAAASk/he6l1uEfpJg/s72-c/DSC_1621.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-5143985469701637433</id><published>2011-10-05T21:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T21:32:57.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Swing!</title><content type='html'>We started with two huge trees, just begging to be put to use.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/R7EbQfSNDObOY7U9GVqI5w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fGf-3Bmm9k0/To0Ag2m2V-I/AAAAAAAAARU/fXzxznP_xww/s640/DSC_1440.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/SwingOctober2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Swing October 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then some tree guys hung some really long pieces of rope, which made for really good Tarzan imitations.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/AdPJIr4IemqaFgkr_mNcUw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-sN8tZoKrif4/To0AqAe97uI/AAAAAAAAARg/0f29LxPdHkc/s640/DSC_1449.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/SwingOctober2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Swing October 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/11rkO3fzC9FHrXIY9mu36g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-uEpJ8GjVs9M/To0AnXdV8NI/AAAAAAAAARc/rux12FARP1k/s640/DSC_1444.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/SwingOctober2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Swing October 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Randy hung a swing we bought 10 years ago when we went to Brazil.  It hangs from the giant white oak near the back of the yard and has a nice, gentle swing to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/GKGzVqWdbotgCdtYf0pIIw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-OCZKRPk67r0/To0AUNyCryI/AAAAAAAAARQ/lfhiAkLqvaU/s640/DSC_1417.JPG" height="640" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/SwingOctober2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Swing October 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, we rigged up a swing where the yard is more sloped (slopey?).  That swing makes you feel like you are flying.  Which, perhaps you are if Randy is doing the pushing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/u71IA1fWy3zw00b3bIR1lA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-4u7vnT13UTs/To0A5IAA1MI/AAAAAAAAARo/WG4MqC5SdAA/s640/DSC_1470.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/SwingOctober2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Swing October 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Do you see Rand in the orange stripes up there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/F7uKu6_szHc--vVGVMoKCQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-0O9ACjY8vVw/To0BSbH4WmI/AAAAAAAAAR4/F9nMs_b-sNE/s640/DSC_1500.JPG" height="640" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/SwingOctober2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Swing October 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Vn8PLtTaEmWbi1YEnLhtYA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-oVuq3Nx-yCk/To0BV7ETaNI/AAAAAAAAAR8/x_3J6VpRr_c/s640/DSC_1504.JPG" height="640" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/SwingOctober2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Swing October 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/VgAS0aAOpeZIQ_JGXRr8Fg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-JVfo7JAXry4/To0BlWicqLI/AAAAAAAAASE/JCNZJVQFdrU/s640/DSC_1524.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/SwingOctober2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Swing October 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Aipuf-6Lq_t_KovucLJC7w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f-yC_MBAaeU/To0Bt0kEl0I/AAAAAAAAASI/6ah5CmGEHBQ/s640/DSC_1539.JPG" height="640" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/SwingOctober2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Swing October 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Amelia makes me nervous on this - she thinks hanging on tight with two hands is optional, so she only gets small pushes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/45E5Hyda208iz8BkNZDTWA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Q8E01KBtNN8/To0EAjaXkNI/AAAAAAAAASc/E3MEsTU9SGs/s640/DSC_1530.JPG" height="640" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/SwingOctober2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Swing October 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Rain boots are not optional.  It's been so wet and muddy, they are a must in the yard right now.  Too bad they are tearing up the grass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/aludNT-SLJ2vtwfksktv0Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QyFBh2L_CRs/To0D-EY5pkI/AAAAAAAAASY/CWqE4B0t3Jo/s640/DSC_1542.JPG" height="640" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/SwingOctober2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Swing October 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clara is too small to swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/qrs7Y_Kc1bTtQ7KF0btiSg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-xUpfb7y1kKo/To0B0zNgIzI/AAAAAAAAASM/bGpKY3KPeB4/s640/DSC_1552.JPG" height="640" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/SwingOctober2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Swing October 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-5143985469701637433?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/5143985469701637433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=5143985469701637433&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/5143985469701637433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/5143985469701637433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2011/10/swing.html' title='Swing!'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09071609476458177560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-fGf-3Bmm9k0/To0Ag2m2V-I/AAAAAAAAARU/fXzxznP_xww/s72-c/DSC_1440.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-5495701745035668952</id><published>2011-09-27T21:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T21:39:09.618-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mess</title><content type='html'>Want to see what roughly 1/2 of a costco-sized box of dishwasher detergent looks like?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/saW9S-bo46BWJlWzz713rw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-35uio6HqbRY/ToJ5lMgseLI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/gqn7Qgpu6v4/s640/DSC_1401.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/Messy?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Messy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;Want to guess who did it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:15.8333px;"&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/pXOG7gNMqKyw6Ik4kisy2g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-zJrLV9nP7J8/ToJ5joQr7KI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/bUH13IGmw_E/s640/DSC_1370.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/Messy?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Messy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Whaaa?  She grew a beard made out of felt-tip pen?  She's so creative!  A stamp of good parenting if I ever saw one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-5495701745035668952?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/5495701745035668952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=5495701745035668952&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/5495701745035668952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/5495701745035668952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2011/09/mess.html' title='Mess'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09071609476458177560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-35uio6HqbRY/ToJ5lMgseLI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/gqn7Qgpu6v4/s72-c/DSC_1401.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-8313901148375391620</id><published>2011-09-22T13:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T15:13:28.177-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/l2h35kse04gfNfyl2QCTdw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Qfn8AY29zoM/TnuFpRMdpSI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Bj0XK9XEK54/s640/DSC_1286.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/September222011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;September 22, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Clara&lt;br /&gt;Is smiley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rolls over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laughs at us, but especially the big kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She can hold toys and slobbers on them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/mUuQMBcyHL4aIyBewxJb8w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-4RfXXhZBiWk/TnuGjMaj_GI/AAAAAAAAAQU/O72dC603K2Q/s640/DSC_1335.JPG" height="640" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/September22201102?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;September 22, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;She can push the buttons on the music cube with her feet to make it play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has become increasingly resistant to all techniques that I can use to put her down for bedtime or nap times without waking and screaming.  I'm spending hours trying to get her to bed at night, and a whole lot of time trying to get her to nap each day (2 hours and about 4 nursings so far since lunch - I'm writing this between attempts while she cries).  This is wearing me out and my ability to get anything done is gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Luckily, she still sleeps all night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/zRsxoiWjNFIDVlJbSyrhyw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-SFuz35SuPFQ/TnuFw1fOrKI/AAAAAAAAAQE/-03bj07HY1g/s640/DSC_1361.JPG" height="640" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/September222011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;September 22, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Amelia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is hilarious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And still feisty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/AXXUkIahYMinNvxb0Ay8zA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-kY6D4FQ69YY/TnuFpUNKMVI/AAAAAAAAAPs/nSW_uevJTt8/s640/DSC_1281.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/September222011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;September 22, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;She's a climber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is beginning to speak like a big kid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Counting is her newest skill&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Running around saying "Superman" is a favorite thing to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She loves books&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And loves climbing on my back and saying "horsie!" when I'm changing Clara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/mDzUWrhSRgxjUQ7wcgtFnQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/--Cv4KPLWjqI/TnuFpJxB9II/AAAAAAAAAPo/OQMW1YuJrd0/s640/DSC_1301.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/September222011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;September 22, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;She says, "Hello!" to every person we see like they are her best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And calls one of favorite friends "Meena," which also happens to be what she calls herself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/4VUNu-DZIPnxkRJsMfWioA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-F0z7cHMeFlk/TnuG3Y3xtMI/AAAAAAAAAQg/I--GCXY89kI/s640/DSC_1303.JPG" height="640" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/September22201103?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;September 22, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is confident&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And eager to learn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is excited about everything having to do with school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he loves the bus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He suddenly loves to draw and write&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He can sound out words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friends from school are called "Kindergarten Friend ____ "(insert name)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loves his teacher, Ms. C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He can ride a bike without training wheels and can do the monkey bars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is super starving when he gets home each day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/KnAXGpINsjVpNjelWQBwhw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-D_1-Dm5LzX8/TnuFvVQg-5I/AAAAAAAAAQA/_GxSntVdjfQ/s640/DSC_1342.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/September222011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;September 22, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Lindsey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is smart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And always energetic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's very social&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has lots of good stories and a good imagination.  I'm always saying, "Now, is that a true story or fiction?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She told our neighbor she's getting a bunny (wha?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She can climb anything - like to the top of the swing sets at the park&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She read for 20 minutes last night after the other kids went to bed and loved it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each day she needs a good bike ride or to run outside when she gets home from school because she's so crazy  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needs a new bike - she's so tall!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has the wiggliest front tooth.  She's been wanting it to fall out during school so she can go to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the nurse and put it in a little plastic treasure chest on a necklace they give out at school.  Pull that nasty thing already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/npSUHxIl79wfCNGdZPtrOg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-MhwLngJGxk4/TnuIGwbyL5I/AAAAAAAAAQs/V6KYArEJk_w/s640/DSC_0973.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/September22201104?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;September 22, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel busy, always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm happy it's fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel guilty, confident, content, foolish, successful and like a failure every day of parenting&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Losing baby weight is my goal right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I still need daily dessert&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I pulled off the ugly wallpaper border in our kitchen.  I think that room needs paint. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love pinterest too much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Cafe Rio too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to hem our bedroom curtains that I took down to wash and hem like 3 weeks ago (sorry Randy and neighborhood!).  I guess I'll blame Clara for those not being done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to stop cutting my own bangs - they look like a 5th grader cut them.  Not cute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/N4utFcr02d67RwSn6z6zDQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-2QS_8HNyvmk/TnuFu0aG_yI/AAAAAAAAAP8/SI0D7e8XSyY/s640/DSC_1347.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/September222011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;September 22, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;Randy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is at the dentist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's busy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's always at meetings and more meetings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's in demand at work and home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He should go up to the attic to find the fall decorations for me (those attic stairs are too scary)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He felled a holly tree, cut it up and stacked the wood and hauled the rest away.  One more to go!  (and maybe that dead-looking tree out front, poor tree)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That guy can't stop making sorbet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and he's awfully handsome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-8313901148375391620?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/8313901148375391620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=8313901148375391620&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/8313901148375391620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/8313901148375391620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2011/09/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09071609476458177560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Qfn8AY29zoM/TnuFpRMdpSI/AAAAAAAAAPw/Bj0XK9XEK54/s72-c/DSC_1286.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-5612456165198716299</id><published>2011-09-15T21:44:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T22:32:37.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/7e0bmYTIutl52V28fon95A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6zGi5zhWCq8/TnKsjEVmxQI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RRhMyZmAcEM/s640/DSC_1202.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/September15201102?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;September 15, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the best visit with my sister Erin and her wee family this past weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/m1QGPst_gU3BiXBfdD9Z-Q?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-V2xw4VDROLQ/TnKq1i-VevI/AAAAAAAAAOk/yR_33NkDMgM/s640/DSC_1080.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/September15201102?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;September 15, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Westly was fascinated by Clara.  She was equally enthralled by him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/bi_X1KxMk7AQDZvo6BPzyg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-K8vmFyXRo3o/TnKrL-Jz0PI/AAAAAAAAAOo/SF2bCGNb4YE/s640/DSC_1086.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/September15201102?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;September 15, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids got along great and just played and played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/fL28Fpkc4E3s93AHXBlnFQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-s5nupo4-eZs/TnKrZv-tOeI/AAAAAAAAAOw/7uNKShD618M/s640/DSC_1101.JPG" height="640" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/September15201102?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;September 15, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend or Foe?  Rand and Forest had some good adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/hRHQM6mc7EbV8LJk1ic39A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-x_i0ygOhjH4/TnKsvShSqOI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/K0RIRlcxMUs/s640/DSC_1213.JPG" height="640" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/September15201102?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;September 15, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia and Westly are just the same size.  With their blonde hair and blue eyes, we got a couple of comments from strangers asking if they were twins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/G2hSPS2CEWgPbAtyBQE1xw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6sZOTwqPY3k/TnKrwCD-W7I/AAAAAAAAAO8/YvcgacAWqgo/s640/DSC_1126.JPG" height="640" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/September15201102?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;September 15, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played at lots of parks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/bFZ4-7WEi7nsDJWWbB6ICA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-H9QeTt9swU8/TnKsXubi9xI/AAAAAAAAAPE/swDJPhMsU20/s640/DSC_1191.JPG" height="640" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/September15201102?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;September 15, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ate at Cafe Rio.  Plus we introduced Erin and Bridger to real Maryland crabcakes.  Food is an essential part of a good visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/snz2SEnkTqy7zlnzv1e8Og?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/--naUVqKP54s/TnKsd0WXBzI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5YQyqhRr53I/s640/DSC_1199.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/September15201102?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;September 15, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of food, having six kids ages six and under in one house made for loads of meals, snacks, cups of juice, and stuff to sweep up each day.  Whew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/0MgdZQCw7TKBpdO7MCeGPA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-q9d7NGq2VWY/TnKtHLy3_aI/AAAAAAAAAPU/Biuhi5k2Me0/s640/DSC_1227.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/September15201102?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;September 15, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;While Lindsey and Rand were at school one day, the rest of us went to a petting zoo/farm and took a hayride.  The animals were a big hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/8DzYMKRcaHjhVMxVFvC3DQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-o2S-OYrgWIY/TnKtUWYtlOI/AAAAAAAAAPY/Ov-YAKdNidA/s640/DSC_1248.JPG" height="640" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/September15201102?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;September 15, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the kids were sleeping each night, we played lots of games.  Chaos might be my favorite game yet - the foreign accent rule made for the most hilarious moments of the visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/61f0OeQ-La-s27WujnbBgQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-s4XzWAaQxAk/TnKteZ9L2CI/AAAAAAAAAPc/9JYdi89aAiQ/s640/DSC_1262.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/September15201102?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;September 15, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a rained-out bbq.  It might have been soaking wet, but delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/GbCCLuLyUeBJ0nZcVudaFg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-4GZ8xYmndgs/TnKrpoDDJwI/AAAAAAAAAO4/FfF-aJhoeK4/s640/DSC_1119.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/September15201102?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;September 15, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erin and Bridger will be moving to Australia in about a month.  What an adventure!  We are so happy we were able to visit before they head off on their adventure all the way around the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ODZvoiZFhw2yFrgr-N3P1A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Wne4PsCTOIY/TnKrfWxg3mI/AAAAAAAAAO0/YtG3wRYB_KE/s640/DSC_1104.JPG" height="640" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/September15201102?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;September 15, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for coming to visit you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Ebdr7L0rTs3DQFj1sHf6hw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Z4zbVctayN4/TnKtp8kZS1I/AAAAAAAAAPg/Wukfm_SlWog/s640/DSC_1273.JPG" height="640" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/September15201102?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;September 15, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We miss these kids already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-5612456165198716299?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/5612456165198716299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=5612456165198716299&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/5612456165198716299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/5612456165198716299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2011/09/fun-visit.html' title='Fun Visit'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09071609476458177560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-6zGi5zhWCq8/TnKsjEVmxQI/AAAAAAAAAPM/RRhMyZmAcEM/s72-c/DSC_1202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-7060981891392418933</id><published>2011-09-05T21:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T21:55:46.989-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amelia Turns TWO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/esKce29qHs-eg_3RyVlc3A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ALpL7uQc9L4/TmVzyrSp2DI/AAAAAAAAANc/xXQsyGjMDxc/s640/DSC_1007.JPG" width="426" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/Amelia?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Amelia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia is 2!  You should hear that girl say, "I two!"  It would make you have to pick her up and squeeze her.  You should also hear her say, "I love you."  Or hear her say her prayers.  She's getting so grown up.  I feel like her first two years of life have been the fastest we have seen yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/llWsvRuHYasuz3B2O4Dj5w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-BWilp8XN6sM/TmVzxtY_C8I/AAAAAAAAANY/fsA8kMNkE7Q/s640/DSC_0981.JPG" width="640" height="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/Amelia?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Amelia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After waking up on her big day, she got to open some gifts and try out her new tricycle.  It has a nice handle for us to help her up the hill - smart for us, but makes things a bit too easy for her.  Yesterday on a bikeride/walk, she let me push her the whole way, and even folded her arms to let me know she wasn't helping out one bit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/660l24itkeAhwk6CBfweQg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Rg3IfmXUrUM/TmVzxISVtTI/AAAAAAAAANQ/notJp1uNC08/s640/DSC_0997.JPG" width="426" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/Amelia?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Amelia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fun little birthday bbq for her this weekend with some of her favorite people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/cMa5GsGLiOeuVvsFXx5oJA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-t81b0uZwqDg/TmV0Toy9xdI/AAAAAAAAANo/y9C_Po6LpVs/s640/DSC_1040.JPG" width="426" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/Amelia?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Amelia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she liked the pinata most of all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/yqnA1gB1N-eqexUIPAO8hw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-oj82uBETctY/TmV0W5H1BBI/AAAAAAAAAN0/hwAI049j79Q/s640/DSC_1043.JPG" width="640" height="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/Amelia?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Amelia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia is a girl of a million faces.  Her eyes are very expressive and she can use them to flirt or be silly or be stern.  Her cheeks are delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/j9AF9-M708IR5PT1KJ_JoQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-T7jWx4cBmtI/TmV0UanRTUI/AAAAAAAAANs/x0ezoMcm0sI/s640/DSC_1018.JPG" width="640" height="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/Amelia?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Amelia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia loves &lt;em&gt;Toy Story&lt;/em&gt; and calls it "Woody Buzz!"  (Pretty much everything she says ends in an exclamation point, just so you know.)  She also loves books and does the back-up walk to sit in your lap and request about a million books to be read, and you'll read a million of them to her because she loves it so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/o8W62Y3jfYb4J2bL7vWcJQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-a8GZVeas3C0/TmV6bKtwUxI/AAAAAAAAAN4/qeT-NjpRAM0/s640/DSC_0945.JPG" width="640" height="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/Amelia?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Amelia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia takes her hair bows or rubber-bands out every day.  No matter what.  Her cute hair rarely lasts long enough to get us out the door.  She was born with the darkest hair in our family, but now she's a blondie just like the rest.  Such a beauty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/KI3sjJm_NDQxDIOFBHfqhQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6_1TKrwOVSc/TmVyisrcleI/AAAAAAAAAM0/OOCZmtqX37c/s640/DSC_1058.JPG" width="426" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/Amelia?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Amelia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia has very strong opinions.  Her vocabulary is growing all the time, but if she really wants something and isn't getting it (or if it is taken away thanks to her frenemy named Rand), she's got powerful lungs that go to work.  We are working on curbing these huge outbursts, but sometimes they can be rather hilarious.   Having Lindsey and Rand at school all day which gives her more time and attention from me has helped a great deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/AaOVuRLd5ANCirM56XXjOw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-D1qHBK2zTzc/TmVzxDMHQSI/AAAAAAAAANU/xOoHiPL1WlQ/s640/DSC_0971.JPG" width="426" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/Amelia?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Amelia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia likes food!  This is a wonderful thing in our house.  Her favorites of late are raspberries and watermelon (the above was one from our garden).  When you are out picking berries, she'll pick right along with you, eating each one she can get her hands on, saying, "Raspberry!" for each one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Py-rK4x0_hHvupSlhg87eA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-nIxzfwMF1vA/TmVykRkSdLI/AAAAAAAAAM8/cYHDg0f3kaA/s640/DSC_1064.JPG" width="640" height="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/Amelia?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Amelia&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia is so funny.  She is our messiest kid ever.  She is cute and fiesty! She loves people and people love her.  She's such a fun little person and we love her so!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-7060981891392418933?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/7060981891392418933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=7060981891392418933&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/7060981891392418933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/7060981891392418933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2011/09/amelia-turns-two.html' title='Amelia Turns TWO!'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09071609476458177560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ALpL7uQc9L4/TmVzyrSp2DI/AAAAAAAAANc/xXQsyGjMDxc/s72-c/DSC_1007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-24147825564122994</id><published>2011-08-30T13:30:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T20:43:51.615-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Ready to Learn and Get Some Knowledge!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ghSDaeIovbL_eGjj0YBlFQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-XCSPiI2aQWE/Tl0dht9qhgI/AAAAAAAAALI/uIAL87irGGU/s640/DSC_0906.JPG" width="640" height="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/FirstDayOfSchool?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;First Day of School!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great summer, but just when I thought I couldn't handle one more mess like this...  The first day of school finally came!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/jNORbZbPW2rbUfDduJT0ZQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-OU8W-UzqPB0/Tl0dqBbOGTI/AAAAAAAAALk/UZRBThsg-ro/s640/DSC_0931.JPG" width="426" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/FirstDayOfSchool?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;First Day of School!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K for Kindergarten!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/2vB8ozUuHNaxtar9hUsbKg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-n6WaaYmsb7Q/Tl0dpIvkvLI/AAAAAAAAALg/1bPf0NFdXZg/s640/DSC_0932.JPG" width="426" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/FirstDayOfSchool?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;First Day of School!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Today is Rand's first day of real school! I can't believe it! It's silly to say that, but I just can't believe our little boy is big&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; enough to go to kindergarten! Having him gone all day is going to take some getting used to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/8gi9U2z4T04ITgeCAtU8vg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-O6_n7jHJSe8/Tl0dnvw_mNI/AAAAAAAAALc/HGLX7ZWTYbo/s640/DSC_0923.JPG" width="426" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/FirstDayOfSchool?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;First Day of School!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a disappointing cancelled first day of school yesterday, we finally got to put on new clothes, tie up new sneakers, pack lunches in new lunch boxes, zip up backpacks, and board the bus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/zJuqUSt46tMx2A_x9SM2dg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-JVceKWOgwb8/Tl0dhVXmZqI/AAAAAAAAALE/V93Wh9X8Xxw/s640/DSC_0912.JPG" width="426" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/FirstDayOfSchool?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;First Day of School!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsey has hit the big time - 1st grade!   Doesn't that make her sound so old?  We hear her teacher is great, so we are excited for that!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/B_M_9YtliFMJmLAWY72CTw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-IMwvhKHTNoU/Tl0dlnjvB_I/AAAAAAAAALU/RmF5oDUJzKs/s640/DSC_0919.JPG" width="426" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/FirstDayOfSchool?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;First Day of School!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were too excited to just smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/IzTed81SrnbN4tzvibUSSg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-dEv1ldG5NMY/Tl0cc7TVflI/AAAAAAAAAKs/MqgcpszJiA4/s640/DSC_0938.JPG" width="426" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/FirstDayOfSchool?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;First Day of School!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad my two buddies have each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/dcjlURNrCanJ7_owvODoXg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-D6QZUtFqqd0/Tl0ccvkt-uI/AAAAAAAAAKo/x2e831e8ZWE/s640/DSC_0948.JPG" width="426" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/FirstDayOfSchool?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;First Day of School!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sight is enough to break my heart.  Conversely, it also makes me very happy.  They sat together on the bus (I wonder how long that will last?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/XIS6scouSNu7vGZIN41V7w?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-VsmdZsLoM-c/Tl0chUQVS3I/AAAAAAAAAK0/ZDMyUCJFvAQ/s640/DSC_0951.JPG" width="640" height="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/FirstDayOfSchool?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;First Day of School!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Peek-a-boo!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/7iCV8kD1-FMkCLaSaLrIdA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-93eVTxXlYHM/Tl0chE1bmPI/AAAAAAAAAKw/1TlNT5dHedQ/s640/DSC_0952.JPG" width="640" height="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/FirstDayOfSchool?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;First Day of School!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like last year, I raced the bus to school, got the babies in the stroller, and ran to get pictures of the kids getting off the bus.   What an exciting day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/qRvI4yg3EWskT5JzpxLPJA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-N7I7lELrlC8/Tl0cixRfZqI/AAAAAAAAAK4/863hO3oS_io/s640/DSC_0960.JPG" width="426" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/FirstDayOfSchool?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;First Day of School!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to school!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/0v2krma8Hbld0FRTyJOSVg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-1qDJYGpDKVs/Tl0cjkIHB8I/AAAAAAAAAK8/X8SlmOadnKU/s640/DSC_0963.JPG" width="426" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/FirstDayOfSchool?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;First Day of School!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited to get to lavish Amelia with a whole lot more attention.  She's been needing it (hence the huge messes and huge fits of late).  And Clara too!   She's a patient little thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/W9hAuoqoLCUcXY8PfucloQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-QWBFJUYQM6I/Tl0dtpC00KI/AAAAAAAAAMM/0a09EGVVUpc/s640/DSC_0935.JPG" width="426" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/FirstDayOfSchool?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;First Day of School!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far today, we did a quick trip to the grocery store (shopping with only 2 kids is heaven), started dinner in the crock pot, went for a walk to the park, and ate lunch.  Both babies are napping.  I need to get this post done, do the usual cleaning/laundry stuff, perhaps start giving this place a good scrubbing, and make some cookies for when those school kids get home!  I hope they have a great day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/e0OR5T-JOmG7jKzv1cHj5A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-_bjDpogJmQs/Tl0di2-82vI/AAAAAAAAALM/eFU6SbRTy1A/s640/DSC_0910.JPG" width="426" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/FirstDayOfSchool?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;First Day of School!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;We miss them already!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s.  They were both so happy and excited when they got off the bus today.  When I asked Rand what he thought about Kindergarten he said, "I loved it very well."  Great!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-24147825564122994?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/24147825564122994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=24147825564122994&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/24147825564122994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/24147825564122994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2011/08/were-ready-to-learn-and-get-some.html' title='We&apos;re Ready to Learn and Get Some Knowledge!'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09071609476458177560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-XCSPiI2aQWE/Tl0dht9qhgI/AAAAAAAAALI/uIAL87irGGU/s72-c/DSC_0906.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-7929492277036039457</id><published>2011-08-24T13:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T14:23:09.924-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Wrap-Up</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure I can pin-point just what it was about this summer, but I think this might have been one of my favorites yet.  Lots of time has been spent playing in the yard, scootering, gardening, going for walks and swimming at the pool.  We did things like bowling, a few projects and crafts, coloring and painting, trips to the library, and lots of play time with friends.  We played on our slip n' slide, ran through the sprinklers, and sat in the kiddie pool (which is now kind of gross from all the rain we've had).  I was nervous as the summer began about having all four kids home all day, depending on one mom all day long, and how that would work out.  Despite a few &lt;a href="http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2011/07/re-reading-this-weeks-post.html"&gt;rather huge messes&lt;/a&gt; and the usual breakdowns and squabbles that pop up now and then, I think things have gone rather smoothly.  We have had fun!  Just ignore the rather low level of cleanliness at my house - once the kids go back to school this place will get a good scrubbing.  (I hope that happens before you get here Erin!)  Until then, the usual picking up and surface cleans will have to do.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/VmTHmuHz2rbhMbbirkq3kg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-vWAwv5APFCc/TlU98k2JHWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vd6QrqdVLFo/s640/DSC_0719.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/August242011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;August 24, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;This summer seems to have been the summer for spotting critters.  We saw a pod of dolphins during our last beach trip.  Countless firelies have been caught and butterflies have been chased.  We were kept entertained  for a long time by this grasshopper that hung out on the front window the other day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/FRtZEe5zBOXWxVd9RRhHGA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/--POxAdQheMU/TlU4NCSXJcI/AAAAAAAAAKE/ZAQlkUVyE6U/s640/DSC_0892.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/August242011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;August 24, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We chased and chased a baby bunny around our garden the other night, trying to get it to find it's way out, but it kept hiding in the corn and the lettuce patch (just like Peter Rabbit).  Poor thing. Randy caught a big fat frog in the garden that kept the kids shrieking every time it hopped.  Near the park I found the biggest praying mantis I have ever seen.  Also, I have seen a few too many spiders.  On walks, we have found two good sized turtles.  The groundhog who lives under our little barn has even made a few appearances.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/MT43Ufj1V3EJ_2W31v2PSg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-jJKXasejro0/TlU8YUBNF-I/AAAAAAAAAKY/grLWlkMNH4g/s640/DSC_0693.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/August242011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;August 24, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15.8333px; "&gt;And one very hot evening when we had the sprinklers on, three hawks decided to come cool off in the yard.  (Can you spot the one in the tree?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/eHlPXJv4pnuJFnhJE2ou9g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-OuqiwN_FGh8/TlU8ZrjITjI/AAAAAAAAAKc/YiEBIHikWtY/s640/DSC_0705.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/August242011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;August 24, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We made a list of things we wanted to do this summer that were mostly checked off.  But there were things we didn't quite get to, like hanging up swings in the big trees, a few yard projects, going to a splash park with some friends in Virginia (sorry Lynette!), and going to a bounce house.  Alas, Lindsey's request to go to Hawaii was not fulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ff7zZaJeeWIWYoOFzn7ySw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-7a7Iku6Yosw/TlU4owX1LyI/AAAAAAAAAKI/kdYg-_YhD3A/s640/DSC_0898.JPG" height="640" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/August242011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;August 24, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As of today, all of our school clothes, shoes, and supplies have been purchased and are waiting to be used.  Don't you love school supplies?  I even made Lindsey pose with a bouquet of pencils (hearkening back to my &lt;a href="http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2011/07/re-reading-this-weeks-post.html"&gt;favorite movie&lt;/a&gt;).  Lindsey can hardly stand knowing there are new clothes for her just sitting in my room that she can't wear yet.  I remember that excitement!   Rand doesn't seem to feel the same way about his new things, but agreed to try things on to show us his new duds the other day.  Tomorrow we have kindergarten orientation, then Friday both kids get to go to an open house where we find their classrooms and meet their teachers while dropping off school supplies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/RXQ2_18W-BSke64IpTvDWA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0NhztDJo0PM/TlU3-0WEDEI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/5HRBQQU1otA/s640/DSC_0838.JPG" height="640" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/August242011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;August 24, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all going to miss having Lindsey and Rand at home to entertain us once school starts! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/W_Gv18XQkZHzwkL_mmQQQA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-F5N8k2ZUQGA/TlU4IRWy-AI/AAAAAAAAAKA/Mgc0UwVH_qM/s640/DSC_0874.JPG" height="640" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/August242011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;August 24, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What will Amelia do all day without those two big kids to keep her occupied?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/efXbJ5B_H3_wS92rYtF4-g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-scmhPgQh9vA/TlU4t3QhRKI/AAAAAAAAAKM/Dro8nIqNSqQ/s640/DSC_0875.JPG" height="426" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/August242011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;August 24, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have the feeling Clara will be getting a whole lot more attention from Amelia than ever before!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/5OSsenHN-gg-Q5PpbcoMVQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-AdyYFF2xioc/TlU4FR1r6EI/AAAAAAAAAKU/inFEYoOifP0/s640/DSC_0853.JPG" height="640" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/August242011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;August 24, 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Lucky Clara!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-7929492277036039457?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/7929492277036039457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=7929492277036039457&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/7929492277036039457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/7929492277036039457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2011/08/summer-wrap-up.html' title='Summer Wrap-Up'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09071609476458177560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-vWAwv5APFCc/TlU98k2JHWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/vd6QrqdVLFo/s72-c/DSC_0719.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-5634682294043386894</id><published>2011-08-21T21:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T21:55:27.871-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bumbo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;Lindsey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/G2M43tI4RscEd_gNnk4wSg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Ht0iwiCrNvU/TlGwXokG72I/AAAAAAAAAJU/KUCa6T2G_-Q/s640/DSC01693.JPG" width="640" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/Bumbo?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Bumbo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Rand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/aQAnvZA4EHzMV1E37FABNQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-kg8Kphcb3ew/TlGw5Vwc0eI/AAAAAAAAAJY/uFwdiYQu_MA/s640/DSC05074.JPG" width="480" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/Bumbo?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Bumbo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Amelia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/eNFyjVcZ_IDnIpelSCG8PQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-1EeA2tp0QYE/TlGzkxGc8kI/AAAAAAAAAJc/76nVg0t4-nw/s640/DSC_4391.JPG" width="426" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/Bumbo?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Bumbo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Clara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ERvNYIhiVcx7MwFjIEqdTg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-edjRtkpYZPE/TlGz-i3QigI/AAAAAAAAAJg/T59ByxBJOic/s640/DSC_0884.JPG" width="426" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/Bumbo?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Bumbo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-5634682294043386894?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/5634682294043386894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=5634682294043386894&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/5634682294043386894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/5634682294043386894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2011/08/bumbo.html' title='Bumbo!'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09071609476458177560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Ht0iwiCrNvU/TlGwXokG72I/AAAAAAAAAJU/KUCa6T2G_-Q/s72-c/DSC01693.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-6613691954092220038</id><published>2011-08-15T21:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T22:26:53.665-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beachy:  Part 2 - Dewey Beach Delaware</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;What?  Two posts in one day?  Can we handle this?  These are mainly for family journaling purposes yo, so enjoy.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Rand and Amelia have many chants and strange words they repeat to each other over and over again.  For instance, they say, "Sorry" over and over while plugging their noses and cracking up.  This summer, they began a new chant, "Da beach, da beach, da beach, da beach."  And then on the way home, they chant, "Home, home, home, home."  But if you are Amelia, it sounds like, "Hom, hom, hom, hom."  This love of repetition makes me feel somewhat twitchy.  They, however, think it's the funniest thing ever.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/rAAv3dbWoVfW0VJziQxO4A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-vwo-QK8uIuU/Tklrt4jsfGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/DGf9wa6q4no/s640/IMG_9872.JPG" height="640" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/DeweyBeachDEAugust2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Dewey Beach, DE August 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So, last week we headed to "Da beach, da beach, da beach, da beach" again.  This time just a couple hours away in Delaware.  When navigating to this more local beach, we didn't end up driving the direction my brain had been imagining.  For some reason, I had been picturing Delaware being north of us, but we ended up going south and east.  Do I know nothing about our local geography?  Actually, this state is rather confusing to me.  It is so misshapen!  How long have we lived here?  Where am I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/g4CU9k_sUOKHBbrRnH9qFA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-DgcrqnSwVHk/Tklrm181ZJI/AAAAAAAAAGc/lyLNEJFZlNE/s640/IMG_9867.JPG" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/DeweyBeachDEAugust2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Dewey Beach, DE August 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:15.8333px;"&gt;Despite my directional disabilities, we greatly enjoyed the drive to the beach, which was pretty short and took us over the enormous and tall Bay Bridge, past produce stands next to green farms with old white farm houses, and through some interesting little towns.  It made me want to move to the country.  (Drives like that always do)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/nuBK4n7n0YKaotbLpP6khw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-kBJC8jFXMPM/TklrVClBBnI/AAAAAAAAAGM/mnI0NCZlDwo/s640/IMG_9857.JPG" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/DeweyBeachDEAugust2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Dewey Beach, DE August 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:15.8333px;"&gt;After that pretty drive, we found ourselves at a wee beach townhouse in Dewey Beach, Delaware belonging to our neighbor's grandparents.  They were so nice to invite our rather large family to join them there for a couple of days.  The little place maintains it's 60's charm with what I assume are its original funky furnishings, a tiny bright green kitchen and powder blue bathroom.  It reminded me of a very scaled-down version of that great house in &lt;i&gt;Dan in Real Life&lt;/i&gt; with plentiful wood paneling, flimsy room dividers, and exposed beams.  Adorable.  Also, it was right on the beach. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/tklAcu_ShGdHI5TVAkZbhg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-NzfRRdeSDFM/TknYDpVS21I/AAAAAAAAAIk/4v--FIINRk8/s640/IMG_9833.JPG" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/DeweyBeachDEAugust2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Dewey Beach, DE August 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was picturing it being a few blocks away, but the beach was right out the back door.  You stepped off the back deck and there was a sandy path through a small stretch of dunes to the beach just feet away.  That was handy!  The evening breezes coming off the ocean were lovely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/M4XFnEZ-bmhv1LaZ3748Eg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-ihrvIj_FVT0/TklrabBb4mI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/qVOX2fR-zBE/s640/IMG_9860.JPG" height="640" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/DeweyBeachDEAugust2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Dewey Beach, DE August 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:15.8333px;"&gt;I liked this beach a lot.  The surrounding town is very cute and with lots of shingled beach houses with big porches that made me swoon.  The sand was soft and the water was pretty inviting.  The waves were kind of crazy the first day, but we all had fun wading and running away from waves and watching Randy body surf.  Rand said he looked like a dolphin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/wObPsWwFsNzTYAfo3Igigw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-5iEhd4vfTrs/TklrDsz7BWI/AAAAAAAAAF8/QIpuN42kkhI/s640/IMG_9834.JPG" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/DeweyBeachDEAugust2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Dewey Beach, DE August 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, there was a bit of a ridge in the sand from where the sand was dry to where the waves were washing up, so that made for some good sand forts, sand slides, and lots of jumping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/GJSqvDdHe_Dr0SzSGRfeoA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-g8tvr39hhzU/TklrNulRyXI/AAAAAAAAAGE/lZrMOTH7_zg/s640/IMG_9844.JPG" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/DeweyBeachDEAugust2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Dewey Beach, DE August 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rand was the most enthusiastic of the jumpers.  Amelia was the most enthusiastic of sand sliders and really applied herself at being quite the destroyer of sand castles and forts.  She also made friends with every person sitting within walking distance of our spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/XeDKWa1wVPRmzJyyVU7_wg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-rVKo0shPHQ0/TklrbwX1esI/AAAAAAAAAGU/rCk5LzZh9GM/s640/IMG_9861.JPG" height="640" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/DeweyBeachDEAugust2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Dewey Beach, DE August 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsey really wanted to surf standing up on the boogie board.  She kept at it a long long time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/uKmKYjqwPoGd8ULj2cQLIw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-JhEhZTFhEW8/Tklreg_ENSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/eN67EMPO_8s/s640/IMG_9866.JPG" height="640" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/DeweyBeachDEAugust2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Dewey Beach, DE August 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clara wins for being the easiest going beach-goer of the group since this time around, we remembered her bouncie seat - plus I could walk the short stretch to the house to put her down for a few nice long naps while everyone else stayed at the beach and I relaxed inside a bit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/iwGBY1jZVZvaQICltf_cPw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-bYjS0JU0myQ/TknL7Mi2eDI/AAAAAAAAAIM/_uDW7pUUDqQ/s640/DSC00853.JPG" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/DeweyBeachDEAugust2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Dewey Beach, DE August 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a sandcastle competition that weekend that our friend was getting ready for, so he built many little castles to practice.  Those kind of stressed me out a bit as my kids think sand castles are for knocking down.  He didn't agree.  But they did look neat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/P8wbYKnvuhBUq_FcdOXs6A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-dg0JtdxjaKU/TklrxRjeq9I/AAAAAAAAAGs/wgl3CctRCms/s640/IMG_9875.JPG" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/DeweyBeachDEAugust2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Dewey Beach, DE August 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:15.8333px;"&gt;One night we were there, our friends took us to the Rehoboth Beach boardwalk a short walk up the beach.  There were several kiddie rides for the kids to go on, and bribing with ice cream cones enabled everyone to leave the ride area without tears.  Watching Lindsey and Rand on the frog hopper was totally hilarious.  I don't know when I have laughed harder!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/fJRtYzpwautkzVgb3osnNw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-l9cGbvuao3M/Tklr5_V7aAI/AAAAAAAAAG4/vaUMqlhhU6k/s640/IMG_9884.JPG" height="480" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/DeweyBeachDEAugust2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Dewey Beach, DE August 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:15.8333px;"&gt;That was a fun couple of days!  We were only there 2 nights, but for some reason, it took me a full week to recover from that trip.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:15.8333px;"&gt;Before school starts, we have one more short beach trip planned and I'll tell you all about it in Beachy:  Part 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/hJ-rG6LR6D7jmsZaNmJojQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-EO1F0xz8BwI/TklsKg74OII/AAAAAAAAAHM/6FaX2ATbYE0/s640/IMG_9904.JPG" height="640" width="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/DeweyBeachDEAugust2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Dewey Beach, DE August 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.  Just about all beach pictures in these past two posts were taken with a little point-and-shoot camera the kids keep finding and using.  It looks like they have been touching the lens.  It feels far too risky to use my nice Nikon with all that sand around.  So the pictures aren't so pretty.  But you get the idea right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-6613691954092220038?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/6613691954092220038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=6613691954092220038&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/6613691954092220038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/6613691954092220038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2011/08/beachy-part-2-dewey-beach-deleware.html' title='Beachy:  Part 2 - Dewey Beach Delaware'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09071609476458177560</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-vwo-QK8uIuU/Tklrt4jsfGI/AAAAAAAAAGo/DGf9wa6q4no/s72-c/IMG_9872.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-499309644346537225</id><published>2011-08-15T13:49:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T23:31:48.369-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beachy:  Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/tTiTaYstBKQnMN4RGs3xMw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-cmzvCHTYdJc/TklYfalJp6I/AAAAAAAAAD0/eIu4H8BNYOk/s640/IMG_9761.JPG" width="480" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/MyrtleBeachSavannahJuly2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Myrtle Beach/Savannah July 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer has been great!  We have spent most of our time at home, having rather simple, normal days playing, painting, coloring, making messes, swimming, walking to the park, etc.  Instead of doing a big summer trip requiring flying and lots of expense (and stress!), we decided to stay closer to home this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/EZPmE14WEyl06VkvQSjhFw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-fnS5DuF5HdE/TklYrYgGogI/AAAAAAAAAD4/SF6EJIKIXXw/s640/IMG_9769.JPG" width="640" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/MyrtleBeachSavannahJuly2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Myrtle Beach/Savannah July 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to having a baby this spring, I opted to skip out on a McFamily reunion at the Oregon Coast at the beginning of July.  I just knew I wouldn't be up for all that comes with cross-country flights and cross-country camping with a newborn and 3 other kids, therefore depriving the six of us of seeing cousins and siblings....wah.  Sorry all, I am still sad we missed it, but it was the right choice for all our sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all of the heat we have had, we decided it was high time we visited some East Coast beaches during the actual summer season.  We have visited several beaches the years we lived here, but never during the summer for some reason (probably because we are usually flying west for summer fun!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first beach trip was planned very spur of the moment.  We knew we wanted to go to the beach, but hadn't made any real plans.  The week before we went, we found a last-minute deal on a condo for four days in Myrtle Beach, booked it, and headed down.  Some lovely things about this set up were that we could do a road trip to a beach and have a nice big, clean place to stay with a kitchen, pool, showers, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/2qBaxcYu7bGQpwd__-nmww?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-IL5opY8yCLU/TklZ6Z3gqnI/AAAAAAAAAEg/YqPro3qbsqE/s640/DSC_0480.JPG" width="640" height="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/MyrtleBeachSavannahJuly2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Myrtle Beach/Savannah July 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Myrtle Beach is a fun place.  It is kind of like Vegas on the beach.  It's very touristy and full of funky shops selling cheap-ish souveniers and beach paraphernalia to travelers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/nNtVJDrQe53Px8IdhXfRIg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-0BtwRGi8DXo/TklaD1wY8VI/AAAAAAAAAEk/4ucdjVDO7p8/s640/DSC_0482.JPG" width="426" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/MyrtleBeachSavannahJuly2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Myrtle Beach/Savannah July 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed in a condo on a golf course a short drive from all the hubub, so it was nice and quiet where we were. We took some nice evening walks on the golf course and let the kids find a few balls.  Later, we read some rules about keeping off the greens.  Oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/q-gdJBDTbc3qCpZxrBwEsw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-Vpa6BtAJTSc/TklY7eaG0zI/AAAAAAAAAEE/mCPANEO93Ck/s640/IMG_9782.JPG" width="640" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/MyrtleBeachSavannahJuly2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Myrtle Beach/Savannah July 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was lovely and SO HOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/GZD77UM_yC6jnQf-amg0hg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-eqLiYN7yWB4/TklZMjclOKI/AAAAAAAAAEM/YBi4ig0hMH4/s640/IMG_9810.JPG" width="640" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/MyrtleBeachSavannahJuly2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Myrtle Beach/Savannah July 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the days we were there, it was 110 or something with the heat index (whatever that means), so it was too hot for us to spend that day at the beach with the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/LpzsVz7Qrdjdqj8JDhThnQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-flwYBxNkUiw/TklY7Cj9eqI/AAAAAAAAAEA/RAhnK9n3MXo/s640/IMG_9787.JPG" width="640" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/MyrtleBeachSavannahJuly2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Myrtle Beach/Savannah July 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, we rode this huge airconditioned ferris wheel, and then the two babies and I stayed at the condo and rested while Randy and the big kids went to the pool.  It was a good day to stay inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/86h9vQRexfmR9NVE6VUiOA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-OznZ09Apj0I/TklZH6stKBI/AAAAAAAAAEI/N0AgmEO-SdU/s640/IMG_9805.JPG" width="640" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/MyrtleBeachSavannahJuly2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Myrtle Beach/Savannah July 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ferris wheel was so fun, but we all could have used a few more minutes in its air-conditioned goodness, enjoying that view!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/i5wbGHWClv9myj0em9eYng?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-lR_5m2YkvUY/TklZQfmpsrI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rZm4ryYDq0E/s640/IMG_9813.JPG" width="640" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/MyrtleBeachSavannahJuly2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Myrtle Beach/Savannah July 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our attempt at a family photo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/WQOVm99eN0mwdOroalnrhQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-vMKCgM3nvvk/TklZgUn4BTI/AAAAAAAAAEU/miZu9H54NHU/s640/IMG_9820.JPG" width="640" height="480" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/MyrtleBeachSavannahJuly2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Myrtle Beach/Savannah July 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the nice days, we did have lots of fun in the sand and water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ZPfPZR14RF8A6gBH0nf7jg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-qKXbavmAKAY/TklZuWalW2I/AAAAAAAAAEY/wTYG3ESMvSQ/s640/DSC_0461.JPG" width="640" height="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/MyrtleBeachSavannahJuly2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Myrtle Beach/Savannah July 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our only regret was not taking the bouncie seat for Clara.  Luckily Randy is good at improvising and formed a seat for her with sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/E6y37APA4gs6WlZ42sIRmg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-iAzYl87akVY/TklZu9Ynd7I/AAAAAAAAAEc/pZqXWWsH6hg/s640/DSC_0453.JPG" width="640" height="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/MyrtleBeachSavannahJuly2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Myrtle Beach/Savannah July 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another bonus of going south on this trip was that once in Myrtle beach, we were only a few hours from Randy's brother Joe and his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/BbtcodatbakMvRR0LlcHlg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-mBBqzGENhqI/TklaNROUSPI/AAAAAAAAAEo/oHT-67On0t8/s640/DSC_0496.JPG" width="426" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/MyrtleBeachSavannahJuly2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Myrtle Beach/Savannah July 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our nearest family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/p-DdTeFlanSfxVkK4mCWkg?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-Yk8XJfaS9Gc/TkljrG-WvUI/AAAAAAAAAFw/oIRrgTHBO88/s640/DSC_0509.JPG" width="640" height="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/MyrtleBeachSavannahJuly2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Myrtle Beach/Savannah July 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goooooo East Coast Cousins!  It was so fun to visit and talk and watch the kids play!  Lindsey loved being surrounded by older girl cousins who played barbies and taught her of such anomalies as Justin Be*ber and silly videos on y0utube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/IGelYHo2HK3GzFPcmyiB0g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-cL7hoZZAHBc/Tklacqp5HAI/AAAAAAAAAEw/M0h9Qo4Fx6s/s640/DSC_0521.JPG" width="426" height="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/MyrtleBeachSavannahJuly2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Myrtle Beach/Savannah July 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Rand and his cousin Brady look so much alike, but could never get them both to look at me at the same time!  As soon as both boys were outfitted with swords, they were inseparable buddies, playing "Ships Ahoy" much of our visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/x5TZZysqqN7HFEgVmReDdA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-NJlUDSqg4m4/Tklakd37pEI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Vv76kVTsp9c/s640/DSC_0527.JPG" width="640" height="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/MyrtleBeachSavannahJuly2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Myrtle Beach/Savannah July 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love those guys and have such a great time every time we get together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/I9mnMyLyXEKdFWrot3t8bA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-__dw4BpIJG0/TklaoCf_5gI/AAAAAAAAAE4/JahSiCZC9ns/s640/DSC_0532.JPG" width="640" height="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/MyrtleBeachSavannahJuly2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Myrtle Beach/Savannah July 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it was great that despite my decision to skip the reunion, we were still able to see some family after all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/qhMV3HmrZx9UbRC1kd_3zw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-HRJB29gCEXs/TklazcK16JI/AAAAAAAAAFE/IZvRSE_HBd4/s640/DSC_0536.JPG" width="640" height="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: right; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"&gt;From &lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/102555449425217313510/MyrtleBeachSavannahJuly2011?authuser=0&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;Myrtle Beach/Savannah July 2011&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the no-bake cookies and motorcycle rides Joe!  And for the hospitality Val!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up:  Weekending at Dewey Beach, Deleware&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-499309644346537225?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/499309644346537225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=499309644346537225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/499309644346537225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/499309644346537225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2011/08/beachy-part-1.html' title='Beachy:  Part 1'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05766864638832719372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1lLxEK9uJo/SU7nxi8VXKI/AAAAAAAAB7M/Sv8sO0GZAuY/S220/IMG_6016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-cmzvCHTYdJc/TklYfalJp6I/AAAAAAAAAD0/eIu4H8BNYOk/s72-c/IMG_9761.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-7725351444196073749</id><published>2011-08-08T13:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-09T22:57:58.084-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This and That</title><content type='html'>There are some major serious things going on in the world today.  Things around here, though, are rather non-serious in their regular, every-day way.  For instance:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is so hot and humid.  That's not a complaint, just a fact.  Hot.  Humid.  As much fun as we've had this summer, I think a little fall weather sounds just about perfect right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Clara&lt;/span&gt; is sweet and easy-going and smiley as ever.  Lots of cooing, napping, nursing, diapers, repeat.  It seems like I can see her little self growing and changing every day.  Today she had her 2-month appointment, at roughly 3 1/2 months.  Whoops!  She weighed almost 12 pounds and is 24 inches long.  She's so cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Amelia&lt;/span&gt; wants to be potty trained.  She is our first kid to lead the way in this venture.  She uses the toilet multiple times a day and actually has some success.  I'm just not ready for the commitment and work of real potty training right now.  Can she wait until school starts so I can give that my full attention when the big kids are gone all day?  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amelia is hilarious and so friendly, just walking up to any person and smiling and chatting and flirting with her pretty blue eyes.  Can you believe she will be 2 in less than a month?  TWO!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight is Amelia's first night in a big kid's bed.  She took her nap there today just fine.  We put her down before Lindsey tonight and the commotion of getting Lindsey to bed woke Amelia and then she was awake and chatting until way past 9.  I think it will be fun for those two to share a room!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amelia shrieks all the time.  She shrieks when she's happy, running, sitting, angry or sad.  She shrieks inside, outside and upside down.  She shrieks in the chapel during the quietest moments, and in the car when I could really use some quiet.  Happy shriek, mad shriek, sad shriek.  My eardrums have just about had it.  Time-outs don't seem to work.  Using a quiet, calm voice and asking her firmly to please stop doesn't work.  Trying to yell over her doesn't work.  She is so loud, my voice can't compete.  I'm serious!  How can we curb this habit before we all lose our hearing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;School starts in 3 weeks!  Yikes I'm going to miss Lindsey and Rand!  But I think it will be&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; fun to have some time with just the two littlest ones at home during the day once&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; school starts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Rand &lt;/span&gt;had his kindergarten assessment the other day and it was cute to see him in a real school setting.  I wish I could have somehow sneaked back to the classroom to see how he interacted with the teachers and what kind of things he said.  I was nervous for Lindsey to start Kindergarten last year, but she did great and loved it.  I am nervous for Rand to start this year and hope he will do great and love it.  Will he be a good listener for his teacher?  Have we done enough letters/numbers/coloring/writing with him so he is prepared?  I hope he makes some good pals and that his teacher sees how special and sweet he is.  And I hope she can help him learn to really start listening.  I hope Rand thinks school is great and that he will learn and grow and feel confident.  Oh Rand!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rand and Amelia are buddies and she is going to miss him (and Lindsey of course) when school starts.  He is her daily tormentor, but also her best entertainment.  I'm going to miss him too!  He's my little buddy and the best laundry helper and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lego&lt;/span&gt; player around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are painting a bed and dresser for Rand that we found on Craigslist.  It is turning out so cute, but there are a whole lot of steps between the first sanding and putting the bed together.  Right now we are applying minwax, which I hope doesn't ruin all the painting we've done.  Rand spent his first night in his new room tonight, even though it's not all set up.  He's a good sport!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Lindsey&lt;/span&gt; has been struck by Harry Potter mania and she is Harry's newest, biggest fan.  On our trip to the South last month, we listened to HP1 and now the kids are hooked.  Right now we are listening to HP2.  The man who reads the books on CD is fabulous.  We have let Lindsey and Rand watch the first movie and they talk about it all the time.  (Harry and pals are so teensie in that first movie!)  Rand used to wear a cape around saying he was the Emperor from Star Wars, but now he wears it around saying he's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Voldemort&lt;/span&gt;.  What does it say that he likes being the bad guy so much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lindsey is a great helper.  She is eager to earn "punches" in these &lt;a href="http://eighteen25.blogspot.com/2011/07/good-deed-cards.html"&gt;Good Deed Cards&lt;/a&gt; I found - they are a great motivator, even better than our chore charts.  She has earned a trip to a paint-your-own pottery place with me, if we can figure out a time for the two of us to go.  Lindsey has been quite patient with all of the "Just a minute.." and "You're going to have to wait until I feed the baby..." and "Can you get Amelia out of that for me?"  and "Please go get [fill in the blank] for me..." while I nurse, nurse, nurse Clara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is sometimes a little too helpful, taking Clara out of the crib, for instance.  She has done this several times.  The other day I caught her doing it and realized just how dangerous that procedure was.   I know she just loves Clara and wants to hold her and cheer her up if she's crying, but yikes, that's scary!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lindsey has great ideas all of the time.  "Oh I know!  We can do/make/buy/see/watch/play such-and-such and then do/make/buy/see/watch/play that other thing...."  I hope that I'm not squashing her creativity and/or spirit by not being able to follow through on everything she comes up with.  She is so fun and energetic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;, I'm busy.  Today I painted a second coat on the foot board of Rand's new bed, painted the trim in Rand's new bedroom, vacuumed, made dinner for us and a friend, and took all four kids to the pediatrician.  Only two kids (Rand and Clara) had check-ups, but my babysitting options for the other two didn't work out.  The appointment also happened to be during Amelia and Clara's best nap time.  And before the appointment, I dragged all of them to Target and Lowes as well.  That was a little crazy, but it all worked out.  I think we might have worn out the doctor with all of the kids talking to him at once!  My stroke of genius was to bring a little movie player for the long wait between the doctor exam and the nurse showing up to give Clara shots.  It always takes forever (my only complaint), and the movie player saved us all from a meltdown!  Anyhoo, it wasn't my most hands-on parenting day, but a lot was accomplished on my list and sometimes I need days like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Randy&lt;/span&gt; goes to work and we are all glad to see him arrive home every day.  Tonight after the kids went to bed, he folded laundry with me while we watched Design Star, giving lots of good commentary.  He popped some popcorn and it was almost like a date.  He's so great!  And never rolls his eyes at me!  I'm glad that guy is mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bed time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-7725351444196073749?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/7725351444196073749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=7725351444196073749&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/7725351444196073749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/7725351444196073749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2011/08/this-and-that.html' title='This and That'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05766864638832719372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1lLxEK9uJo/SU7nxi8VXKI/AAAAAAAAB7M/Sv8sO0GZAuY/S220/IMG_6016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-5144941568720578737</id><published>2011-07-26T14:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T15:35:21.978-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Clara Lee, Three Months Old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0602.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_0602.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clara is already three months old!  Her brand-new newborn babyhood has gone by so fast!  She suddenly seems so big and solid to me - no longer in the fragile looking newborn stage.  Sigh.  She's just so cute! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0587.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_0587.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clara smiles and laughs a lot these days.  Her giggle is hilarious and we all love to hear it.  The other day at the park, she laughed and laughed while the big kids were on the swings.  I don't know what it was about it, but she must have thought it was hilarious.   We all couldn't help but laugh with her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0585.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_0585.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clara is also talking a lot.  We love her coos and gurgling little voice.  Lindsey is Clara's self-appointed interpreter and must always tell us what Clara was saying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0576.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_0576.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clara is pretty calm and patient - though she lets you know when she feels otherwise! She's definitely a fourth child, having to wait her turn for everything, even though she is just a little thing.  As a fellow fourth, I totally understand.  She seems to do well among all the chaos on any given day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0575.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_0575.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clara still sleeps well (knock on wood!).  She is now able to sleep laying flat, which is good since the bouncy-seat-bed situation was starting to look a bit precarious.  Hopefully soon she'll get to sleep in the crib (which means we need to get going on rearranging sleeping arrangements for everyone else!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0579.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_0579.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This month, Clara had her first trip into D.C., her first metro ride, her first parade and fireworks, her first multi-state road trip, first time at the beach and her first time seeing cousins.  She also had her first real dip in the pool by our old townhouse.  She seemed very calm in the water - it helped that the water was warm and that it was like 100 degrees out.  What a big month for such a little thing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-5144941568720578737?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/5144941568720578737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=5144941568720578737&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/5144941568720578737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/5144941568720578737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2011/07/clara-lee-three.html' title='Clara Lee, Three Months Old!'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05766864638832719372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1lLxEK9uJo/SU7nxi8VXKI/AAAAAAAAB7M/Sv8sO0GZAuY/S220/IMG_6016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-3192080080632647099</id><published>2011-07-22T13:13:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T13:38:05.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-reading This Week's Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's funny I added a little p.s. to the end of this week's post about loving this homemaking business... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today started out quiet and normal.  Then, in order to get out the door to head for Costco - detergent, lysol wipes, gold fish crackers, a couple of birthday gifts for friends, a hot dog lunch perhaps? - I decided I better sit down to feed Clara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite the ridiculous heat, Lindsey and Rand headed out for some scootering.  Amelia headed into the kitchen.  She likes to turn on the sink and stand and put her hands in the flowing water.  Usually no problem.  But I'm usually in the room with her.  This time, I was stuck on the couch, focused on Clara (and perhaps a book).  I nursed for about 5 minutes when I heard Amelia walking around and then she slipped and fell and started crying.  I normally would have stayed put and told her to come to me so I could give her some love.  Luckily, this time, I put the baby down and went into the kitchen where I saw she had managed to plug the sink and it was full and overflowing all over the entire kitchen!  The counters were covered, the &lt;em&gt;STOVE&lt;/em&gt; was covered, the floor was covered.  Water was in cabinets, filling up every pot and pan, and finding it's way under the fridge.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It took roughly half of all the towels we own to get that wiped up.  Yay for easy-to-clean and hard-to-damage golden linoleum flooring.  I couldn't move the fridge out so hopefully there isn't too much water under there.  I headed to the basement to wash the pile of towels and decided to peek into the office, which happens to be right under the kitchen.  I turned on the fan/light and turned it off immediately when I realized there was water dripping from the ceiling fan and the glass orb thing around the light was half full of water.  So I rolled up the area rug and took it outside to dry and then used the remaining dry towels to clean up the office.  Happily, the water did not reach the computer or anything else electronic.  That light will be staying turned off for some time.  And the stove too.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We still had to go to Costco because I now I really needed detergent for all of these loads of towels!  So off we went.  Kids were really well behaved, perhaps a little scared I might lose it after all that frantic cleaning if they tried anything too cheeky.  Clara cried mightily at the checkout, but I gave a big smile to the ladies at the next checkout who, while watching my brood said, "I'm sure reality is setting in for her about now...  Four...!"  Grrrr...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got home, and while I was moving the laundry, you know, loads of wet towels, Amelia went for one final shot at glory.  When I walked upstairs from the laundry room, she ran up to me and said, "Water!" holding out a glass full of water.  I looked up and saw the fridge was open and the big water filter thing I filled up last night was flowing forth, emptying half of it's contents into the shelves and the drawers below.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sigh.  I love that girl.  Stinker!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank goodness for naptime, a good washer and dryer, and a little coke.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-3192080080632647099?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/3192080080632647099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=3192080080632647099&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/3192080080632647099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/3192080080632647099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2011/07/re-reading-this-weeks-post.html' title='Re-reading This Week&apos;s Post'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05766864638832719372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1lLxEK9uJo/SU7nxi8VXKI/AAAAAAAAB7M/Sv8sO0GZAuY/S220/IMG_6016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-5291945418830853437</id><published>2011-07-19T14:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T16:00:40.059-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dirty Jobs:  Housewife Edition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0545.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_0545.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm a cleaning machine.  We just got back from a small vacation and I have been working like a supermom getting things back to normal around here.  As I always try to do, I left our house in a nice, clean state as we headed out on our trip.  Floors were swept, vacuumed, mopped.  Bathrooms were wiped down.  Clean sheets adorned the beds.  Kitchen counters were cleared of crumbs and clutter.  I really love to come home from any length of a trip to a clean house.  Except that as soon as we spill out of the filthy car and into the pristine house, it's like the cleaning never happened.  And fast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that work, destroyed in minutes!  So goes life as a homemaker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about this a lot today, though not in a martyr-type way, just musing.  I have thought a lot about this job of mine today after our lovely vacation, as I vacuumed out the car full of sand and food fragments, washed suspicious-smelling car-seat covers (blech), sanitized the stripped-down car seats, and did more laundry than you would think a few days away with access to a washing machine and a dryer would create.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My chosen vocation of housewife is a good one, but all my efforts and successes seem, at least on the often sticky surface, very short lived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's look at the difference between Randy's day and my day.  We both value each other's job choices, but our daily work couldn't be more different.  Randy gets up early, dresses nicely and looks rather handsome all day long.  Regardless of having a newborn, he is thin and fit.  He goes to an office and is paid to tinker and create and test stuff that's probably important, and gets praise for his genius mind and good work ethic.  He chats with coworkers and friends (real adults!), but is able to turn music on to drown out their voices when their chatting becomes too distracting so he can focus on the task at hand.  His projects may take lots of time and thinking and tweaking and testing, but once they are up and going, he's got the satisfaction of a job well done, and is on to the next thing.  Sure, he experiences frustrations that come with any job in his field, but when he's done for the day, he leaves it all behind, comes home in his clean car still looking dapper, with the knowledge that he accomplished something that day, to be greeted by his family, eager and happy to see him!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, take my work day as a contrast.   I often wake up to crying and demands for food.  I might get a shower, rarely fix my hair (my own laziness or poor planning), and get dressed.  I do often wear a skirt, but in very casual fabrics that can take a beating.  There is no end of projects to accomplish around here, but they are undone just as soon as they are done.  Kitchen floor swept?  Here's some dirt and graham cracker crumbs and something wet to spread around and stick to your bare feet next time you walk past.  Shudder.  Laundry done?  It's never done!  An unending cycle really!  A little quiet time to really think and focus, perhaps do something creative, or should I try for a nap?  Or maybe have a quick chat on the phone?  That's when the chorus of voices/toys/instruments/demands/shrieking really crank up.  Oh, and the poop!  There is an unending amount of poop in any given day.  Poopy diapers, newborn blow-outs, poopy bottoms that need help wiping, poop left un-flushed and mellowing until I find and flush them.  When all is done and the work day is over...wait, is that a crying baby I hear?  It's never quite over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just today, in the midst of post-vacation clean-up, I bathed Amelia.  She was sticky after breakfast from feeding herself oatmeal, which doesn't seem to quite wipe off, so into the bath she flew!  It has been a half a day since that bath and Amelia is the dirtiest kid in the house.  She has eaten crackers, some of which were crushed by her meaty little hands.  She spilled blue-ish/brown-ish water down her front that Lindsey left out after deciding to get out water-color paints while I left them unsupervised and hurried to vacuum the car while the baby was napping.  With hands dyed blue-ish/brown-ish, Amelia must have decided to climb around on the downstairs couch since I later found it looking rather colorful.  Thank goodness IKEA slipcovers are easy to wash, but bulky and will require a few extra loads.  After lunch, she wiped hands greasy from mac-n-cheese in her once clean hair.  And that greasy mac-n-cheese is coating the table, high chair, and floor that were previously wiped down after the oatmeal breakfast. I've got to stop typing soon since Amelia is crying now, waking up early from a much-protested, but much-needed nap, ready to begin again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's easy to think that these menial jobs I do day-in and day-out have no lasting impact on anyone around me, that they don't matter. I admit there are moments that I do allow myself to wallow in those crap thoughts.  Sometimes it sounds lovely to leave for an office where your lasting efforts get praised and your clothes stay spotless and you are thin regardless of newborn status.  I'm so glad Randy has a good job to go to so he can do what he does to take good care of our family, and then come home and help care for us in person too.  And so glad he values my work here at home, even if my accomplishments might not be easy to spot by the time he gets home.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For no reason in particular really, today as I am waist deep in diapers and the work that comes from a house filled with children, I am so glad I get to be a mom to my kids and wife to my Randy, doing these jobs again and again. Despite the laundry never really being done and the floors/kids/car never staying clean, I like to think my efforts are building more confident kids, a happier marriage, a stronger, eternal family...one load at a time...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s.  I will go ahead and read this for a pep talk next time I am feeling less gung-ho.  It totally happens!  But today is a good day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-5291945418830853437?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/5291945418830853437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=5291945418830853437&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/5291945418830853437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/5291945418830853437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2011/07/dirty-jobs-housewife-edition.html' title='Dirty Jobs:  Housewife Edition'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05766864638832719372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1lLxEK9uJo/SU7nxi8VXKI/AAAAAAAAB7M/Sv8sO0GZAuY/S220/IMG_6016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-5641618278372458178</id><published>2011-07-08T15:33:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-08T18:19:00.917-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo fail</title><content type='html'>4 outfits washed, ironed&lt;br /&gt;4 kids bathed and dressed&lt;br /&gt;2 big girls' hair fixed&lt;br /&gt;1 toddler's hair re-fixed&lt;br /&gt;1 baby headband bow affixed&lt;br /&gt;4 pairs of shoes located&lt;br /&gt;4 children packed into the car&lt;br /&gt;2 babies strapped into double stroller&lt;br /&gt;4 offspring hearded into the mall&lt;br /&gt;5 of us up in an elevator&lt;br /&gt;5 right on time for the appointment&lt;br /&gt;1 photography place behind schedule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0390.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_0390.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 two-month old being really quiet and content...for now&lt;br /&gt;1 toddler trying to get out of the stroller&lt;br /&gt;1 toddler meltdown, fixed by fruit snacks...for now&lt;br /&gt;1 five-year-old near meltdown about the toddler's fruit snacks&lt;br /&gt;1 five-year-old appeased by sharing toddler's snack&lt;br /&gt;1 six-year-old being really good&lt;br /&gt;1 two-month old starting to fuss&lt;br /&gt;1 toddler finishes fruit snacks and beginning to lose it big time&lt;br /&gt;1 mother keeping calm, chuckling to self about how ridiculous this idea was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0382.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_0382.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20 minutes late, appointment begins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 children set up on and around a stool&lt;br /&gt;1 toddler will not sit and wants to run around to touch expensive equipment&lt;br /&gt;1 five-year-old brother egging toddler on, laughing each time she gets put back in place&lt;br /&gt;1 six-year-old trying to hold 2-month-old who is starting to cry&lt;br /&gt;1 six-year-old looks like she's about to drop baby&lt;br /&gt;1 photographer trying to stop baby crying by getting right in her face and making strange sounds&lt;br /&gt;1 mom knowing the baby will not stop crying at this point without nursing&lt;br /&gt;1 madre asking photog to stop worrying about the baby and just try to get everyone in the picture&lt;br /&gt;1 toddler shrieking and beginning to flail&lt;br /&gt;1 toddler looking for a place on the floor to lay down and really let loose&lt;br /&gt;1 two-month old wailing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0377.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_0377.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 mom sweating bullets, no longer chuckling at the ridiculousness of this idea&lt;br /&gt;1 mom deciding this will not work&lt;br /&gt;1 mom saying, "This will not work" and scooping up crying baby and toddler and buckling them back into the stroller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0 pictures taken&lt;br /&gt;0 appointments rescheduled&lt;br /&gt;1 very embarrassed, tired mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0371.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_0371.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 two-month-old napping&lt;br /&gt;1 toddler napping&lt;br /&gt;1 five-year-old resting quietly on his bed&lt;br /&gt;1 six-year-old resting quietly in the basement&lt;br /&gt;1 mom reading a library book, falling asleep for a nice little nap&lt;br /&gt;100-ish m&amp;m's consumed and not share&lt;br /&gt;1 mom once again chuckling at the ridiculousness of this idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0372.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_0372.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close enough for now&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-5641618278372458178?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/5641618278372458178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=5641618278372458178&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/5641618278372458178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/5641618278372458178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2011/07/photo-fail.html' title='Photo fail'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05766864638832719372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1lLxEK9uJo/SU7nxi8VXKI/AAAAAAAAB7M/Sv8sO0GZAuY/S220/IMG_6016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-3648484120605456356</id><published>2011-07-05T14:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T14:38:16.875-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Independence Day</title><content type='html'>We had a busy, rather ambitious 4th of July and it was great!  Sunday we had a big bbq with some friends from church.  It was hot and humid while we ate, and suddenly the wind picked up and brought with it thunder, lightening and rain.  We all made it inside before getting drenched!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0288.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_0288.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday morning we headed to a little parade.  The town we live in isn't small, but this little parade felt like a small-town parade, which is just what I was hankering for since I kept thinking of all of my family watching a real small-town parade together in our small hometown in Oregon this weekend.  Sniff.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0291.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_0291.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it was cheery and fun, not too long, and rather free of politicians handing out paraphernalia.  Tons of candy was handed out and thrown at the kids so they were in heaven.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0309.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_0309.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, at one point, Rand yelled, "Happy Candy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0299.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_0299.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the parade was done, we headed home and while the kids napped and/or rested, Randy and I painted what is currently Amelia's room so we can make it Rand's room (more on that later).  (I'm not sure about the color just yet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0314.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_0314.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, with time to get cleaned up, we headed to Cafe Rio for a speedy dinner, and then to the nearest metro station and rode the train into the city for the big 4th of July fireworks.  One of our goood friends works for an agency in downtown DC, so we headed up to the cafeteria at the top of the building for a hot dog dinner and an air conditioned place to view the fireworks.  Rand was intent on watching the fireworks from outside so he could really hear the booms, but the balcony was full.  He was devastated and couldn't understand that we would be able to see and hear just fine from inside.  A nice lady saw Rand's distress and came to find us and offered the last open seat on the balcony to us.  So Rand and Randy secured a spot on the balcony to see and hear and feel the fireworks booming from outside, while the rest of us stayed inside to watch.  The kids oohed and ahhhed and we all LOVED it!  They were all so incredibly good - Clara and Amelia were especially good sports during the long, late night!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0335.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_0335.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Completely blurry, my flash needs new batteries)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way out of the city, we even got to see other fireworks shows from the train.  That was popular!  We were all in bed and sleeping by midnight. (!!)  Whew!  Happy Birthday America!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-3648484120605456356?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/3648484120605456356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=3648484120605456356&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/3648484120605456356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/3648484120605456356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2011/07/independence-day.html' title='Independence Day'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05766864638832719372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1lLxEK9uJo/SU7nxi8VXKI/AAAAAAAAB7M/Sv8sO0GZAuY/S220/IMG_6016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-1070360023247402182</id><published>2011-07-02T13:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T13:42:01.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Lindsey Go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0286.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_0286.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Lindsey had her second swim meet.  She is on the pee-wee swim team at our pool and has become such a great swimmer.  She was eager for her race and when it was her turn to go, she swam and swam!  Lindsey got second place in her race!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0287.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_0287.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsey was awesome!  Good work kiddo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-1070360023247402182?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/1070360023247402182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=1070360023247402182&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/1070360023247402182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/1070360023247402182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2011/07/go-lindsey-go.html' title='Go Lindsey Go!'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05766864638832719372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1lLxEK9uJo/SU7nxi8VXKI/AAAAAAAAB7M/Sv8sO0GZAuY/S220/IMG_6016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-6029687468912985254</id><published>2011-06-28T14:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T14:33:04.784-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mary Mary Quite Contrary, How Does Your Garden Grow 2.0</title><content type='html'>Time for a garden update!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0275.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_0275.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the south side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took garden pictures a few days ago, but had to take some more today since things are growing so fast that they looked even bigger today!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0269.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_0269.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the bottom of this garden box are our beans.  Last year the beans got eaten before they had a chance to grow (and I replanted them a few times).  This year we have tons!  Now what do we do?  I guess we need to build a trellis of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0266.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_0266.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the north end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0176-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_0176-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jalapenos anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0172-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_0172-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had maybe 10 raspberries so far.  YUM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0148-2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_0148-2.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had a plethora of lovely flowers in the front yard.  I love them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0264.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_0264.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In non-garden news, this is how Clara sleeps.  That can't be comfy, but she sleeps all night this way.  She likes her bouncy seat, and likes being swaddled.  But often ends up kicking out of the swaddle and slumping down in the seat so her little legs end up dangling like that every night.  Funny girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-6029687468912985254?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/6029687468912985254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=6029687468912985254&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/6029687468912985254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/6029687468912985254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2011/06/mary-mary-quite-contrary-how-does-your.html' title='Mary Mary Quite Contrary, How Does Your Garden Grow 2.0'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05766864638832719372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1lLxEK9uJo/SU7nxi8VXKI/AAAAAAAAB7M/Sv8sO0GZAuY/S220/IMG_6016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-8244156783599190573</id><published>2011-06-25T15:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T15:27:25.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rand Turns Five!!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Rand's 5th Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0205.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_0205.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a little party at the pool to celebrate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0222.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_0222.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe he is already five!  Isn't he a handsome guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0254.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_0254.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's funny and a smartie too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0256.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_0256.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wearing the hilarious viking hat his grandma and grandpa C sent.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;We said, "Do a viking face" and that's what he did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rand is so sweet to all of us.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0260.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_0260.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;Borrowing from Lynette's idea (she made a 5 shirt for Lindsey's 5th birthday)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had a little cry last night after the kids went to bed, realizing how fast my kids are growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0262.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_0262.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started this blog when Rand was just a few months old and I am so glad we have a good record of the kids' tiny years.  But oh my, the time has gone so quickly since Rand was born (when it wasn't dragging by - you know how it is) that it feels like a bit of a blur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just love our Rand!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-8244156783599190573?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/8244156783599190573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=8244156783599190573&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/8244156783599190573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/8244156783599190573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2011/06/rand-turns-five.html' title='Rand Turns Five!!'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05766864638832719372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1lLxEK9uJo/SU7nxi8VXKI/AAAAAAAAB7M/Sv8sO0GZAuY/S220/IMG_6016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-3192127717852873369</id><published>2011-06-20T21:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T22:11:49.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0137-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_0137-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clara was my biggest surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0125-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_0125-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is eight weeks old this week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0124-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_0124-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, she has a little personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0122-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_0122-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is starting to try out her voice. I love it when my babies do those tenative "aaah" sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0121-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_0121-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clara always looks a little amazed when she gets a good sound out. (the transparant/invisible eyelashes probably help that look.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0120-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_0120-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at how her hair is getting thicker, pretty pretty! These pictures were taken when it was grey and shadowy so her hair looks dark, but it's very blonde.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0119-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_0119-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great surprise this little girl is! Clara is so sweet! We are so glad she's ours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0118-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_0118-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. Amelia is hilarious and feisty and big and cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0140-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_0140-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that a booger under her nose? Waha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-3192127717852873369?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/3192127717852873369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=3192127717852873369&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/3192127717852873369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/3192127717852873369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2011/06/8-weeks.html' title='8 Weeks'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05766864638832719372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1lLxEK9uJo/SU7nxi8VXKI/AAAAAAAAB7M/Sv8sO0GZAuY/S220/IMG_6016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-7633156536753474542</id><published>2011-06-13T15:19:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T23:03:35.525-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Recently...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The other day I cried at the dentist, but only for a minute.  The usual.  I haven't had to have any fillings with accompanying dental-office tears in forever, and my old dentist retired and this was my first time with her replacement, so those tears were embarrassing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;While I was reclined in the dental chair with my feet up, I realized that my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;flip-flop-adorned &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;feet were totally dirty from working in the garden before heading to the dentist.  There was no way to cover those up.  That's almost more embarrassing than the crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0061.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_0061.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Due to the jumble of trying to get kids and groceries into the car today, I forgot to buckle Amelia into her car seat and didn't realize it until we were a mile or so down the road.  I saw her stand up and walk across the bench to Clara's seat to lean in and talk to her.  Yikes.  Amelia thought it was the best thing ever until I pulled over to buckle her up and then she was completely offended.  Not only am I embarrassing, but I am dangerous too.  Can I blame sleep deprivation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9997.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9997.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Actually, I can't blame that today since Clara slept through the night until about 5, and then after eating, slept again until after 7 when I got up with the big kids.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Yesterday we skipped stake conference since I couldn't abide the idea of sitting on hard folding chairs in the back of the gym for 2 hours with 4 kids.  Most likely, that would have ended up being me in the nursing room, leaving Randy with 3 kids on folding chairs in the back of the gym for 2 hours.  (maybe it was his idea to skip?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0008.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_0008.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Instead we went on a little hike at a nearby state park where we walked on a bouncy "swinging" suspension bridge and splashed in a small waterfall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0026.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_0026.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Should I feel guilty that a day skipping church was far more enjoyable and relaxing than if we had gone?  Okay, typing that out does make me feel guilty, but it was a nice family day nonetheless.  We'll be back to our regularly-scheduled hour of pew wrestling known as sacrament meeting this Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Lindsey has completed one week of swim team and by the end of the week, was able to swim the entire length of the pool!  That's better progress from one week of coaching than any swimming lessons we have put her in!  We're so proud of that girl!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Going to the pool 4 evenings in a row made for the easiest, fastest bedtimes we have had in ages.  Every kid zonked out right away.  Thank you swim team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I want to paint and hang curtains and rearrange kid rooms.  I'm thinking Amelia will go in with Lindsey and Rand will take Amelia's room.  I can't wait to get started!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Clara still sleeps in a bouncy seat in our room.  Is there some kind of trick to getting a newborn to sleep on a flat surface?  We've never had one do this before.  But she sleeps great, so maybe I shouldn't worry about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0051.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_0051.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Rand turns five in less than 2 weeks. He is tall!  And still skinny, but eats like a horse these days!  He'll be in kindergarten this fall.  Is that really possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9984.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9984.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Did I tell you how great it was having my mom here?  Our visit was just what I hoped a post-baby visit from my mom would be.  She was fun for the kids to hang out with, fun for me to hang out with, and so helpful.  I miss you mom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The other day I went into our old townhouse.  We had a week between old and new renters and I was waiting at the empty townhouse to let in a duct-cleaning guy.  That place is so adorable.   I haven't been inside the house since we painted it a year-and-a-half ago before our first renters moved in.  It still feels like our home, and being there made me nostalgic for the years we lived here when Lindsey and Rand were born and were tiny people.  That was the perfect first home for us to live in and learn to be homeowners, but boy am I glad to have more space!  The townhouse may be totally adorable, but it is small!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_0037-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_0037-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Lindsey is nearly done with Kindergarten (one more week).  She can read!  She can even read with expression!  She can do math!  She's almost a 1st grader!  She can do lots of stuff!  Except smile for me when I take her picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I am addicted to desserts and maybe coke (the non-narcotic, non-diet variety).  That's not going to help my crying-at-the-dentist situation, or my wanting-to-look-less-pregnant-someday situation.  But it does help my get-through-the-day situation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Sometimes I just need to type a big list of what's been going on so I can empty my brain and just breathe a little.  So there you go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;What have you been up to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-7633156536753474542?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/7633156536753474542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=7633156536753474542&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/7633156536753474542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/7633156536753474542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2011/06/recently.html' title='Recently...'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05766864638832719372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1lLxEK9uJo/SU7nxi8VXKI/AAAAAAAAB7M/Sv8sO0GZAuY/S220/IMG_6016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-5144398279220174678</id><published>2011-06-05T21:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T22:04:08.937-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Blessing!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9947.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9947.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Clara's blessing day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9979.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9979.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9958-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9958-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Handsome Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9953.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9953.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;(chubbs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9968-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9968-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Attempt at a kid picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9921.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9921.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Clara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9897.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9897.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're so happy to have this girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-5144398279220174678?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/5144398279220174678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=5144398279220174678&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/5144398279220174678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/5144398279220174678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2011/06/what-blessing.html' title='What a Blessing!'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05766864638832719372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1lLxEK9uJo/SU7nxi8VXKI/AAAAAAAAB7M/Sv8sO0GZAuY/S220/IMG_6016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-4734391564967824802</id><published>2011-06-01T13:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T13:47:50.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Garden 2011!  (plus some)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I bet you have been dying to ask me, "Mary, Mary, quite contrary, how does your garden grow?"  And now I can answer!  Due to a baby being born at peak garden preparation time, we had a bit of a later start this year on the garden, but I think it will be awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9635-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9635-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy and his dad started our garden project at the beginning of May by building some nice big garden boxes.  I believe some new tools were purchased in the process, which made it even more fun for Randy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9638.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9638.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compost was spread and then the real work began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9640-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9640-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rototilling (sp).  Thanks to our neighbor who lives in that white house you see pictured in many of our garden photos for lending that to us again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9686.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9686.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came the placing of the boxes.  Amelia loved helping during this part, mainly because with all of that freshly turned soil around, she could yet again prove that she is capable of being the dirtiest kid I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9691.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9691.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor white shoes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9759.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9759.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the garden boxes were in place, leveled, and filled with our good soil and compost, Randy layed out a bunch of weed barrier for the walkways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9760.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9760.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9791.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9791.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he covered the walkways with mulch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9794.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9794.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And more mulch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9798.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9798.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the while, I was resting, nursing a baby, napping, nursing some more, and maybe doing a little bit around the house.  And occasionally checking up on things and taking pictures of Randy's progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9854.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9854.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend I actually helped out a bit by going to the nursery and picking up some plants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9863.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9863.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then planting them.   Hopefully this ridiculously hot weather won't kill them off before they get the chance to grow much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9858.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9858.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the McB tradition, we have raspberries and blackberries too! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9783.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9783.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy's the hero.  Yay for Randy!  Yay for a garden!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9891.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9891.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, it is terribly hot.  90+ degrees and humid.  Blech.  Amelia doesn't mind watching the outside from the air conditioned inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9845.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9845.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rand is a cute brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9812.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9812.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsey is almost a 1st grader and loved her first-ever crazy hat day at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9762.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9762.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Astonishingly, Clara is already one whole month old!  (8 lb. 9 oz., 22 inches long!)  I can see how she has changed in this first month of her life, though she is still teeny.  It is exciting seeing her look at us and smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9870.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9870.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last but not least, we love having Grammy McB here to visit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-4734391564967824802?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/4734391564967824802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=4734391564967824802&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/4734391564967824802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/4734391564967824802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2011/06/garden-2011-plus-some.html' title='Garden 2011!  (plus some)'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05766864638832719372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1lLxEK9uJo/SU7nxi8VXKI/AAAAAAAAB7M/Sv8sO0GZAuY/S220/IMG_6016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-7313790482408753636</id><published>2011-05-20T13:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T14:22:30.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Peek at Clara Lee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9704.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9704.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clara is a blondie.  Her eyebrows and eyelashes are so blonde, they are nearly invisible except when light is shining on them just so.  At first I thought she didn't have eyelashes yet, but as we have had more and more opportunity to study each other, I have realized her eyelashes are, in fact, there.  Not only are they present, but they curl up in a very pretty way.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9673.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9673.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, she has reddish birth marks on her eyelids.  I thought maybe she got a bit beat up on her way into the world and that they were temporary, but our pediatrician confirmed that they are essentially stork bites on her eyelids.  All of our kids have stork bites on the back of their necks, but Clara is our first with anything on her face.  I think they are rather cute and not too noticeable, but they get redder when she's crying, which happens a fair amount.  All of her gets red when she's crying, but her eyelids get the reddest.  I wonder if these will always be visible?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9712.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9712.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of crying, each day Clara spends more awake time content and not crying than the day before.  That's a relief, and it's fun to see her checking out the world.  Have I mentioned that she has a really big cry for being such a small thing?  Hoowee she can get going!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9753.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9753.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She curls up on your shoulder like a wee little ball.  She has long, narrow feet.  They are perfect.  Her hands are graceful in their slow-motion movements.  If I didn't enjoy getting a consistent full-night's sleep so much, and if it wasn't so fun to see a baby grow, I would want to freeze her in her perfect tininess.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9716.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9716.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You could say that Clara was named by Lindsey and Rand.  We had several names we were considering before Clara was born, but we hadn't settled in on a choice yet.  She was born the day after her due date (my first time passing a due date), on a Wednesday morning.  She arrived looking so cute and feisty, and nameless.  The midwife, nurses, doctors, cafeteria delivery folk, cleaning staff - everyone who came into my room for the multitude of check-ups you have after a baby is born asked, "What's her name?"  Ah, yes.  Not having a name makes you feel kind of lame.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9725.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9725.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So after some rest and some lovely naps for all of us, Randy brought Lindsey, Rand and Amelia to the hospital to meet their sister and their first question was, "What's the baby's name?"  Rand had been calling the baby Ava, but we weren't sure about that - or any - name quite yet.  As the kids had their turns holding the tiny girl, we went over a bunch of names we liked.  We got to Clara and Lindsey and Rand both erupted with joy, "Clara!  Clara!  She's Clara!"  The next morning, in order to fill out the birth certificate, we needed a name.  Randy was home with the kids and so I called him, just to make sure he agreed, and then penned in Clara Lee to make it official.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9743.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9743.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lee is Randy's mom's middle name.  Hence, Clara Lee.  Though we usually just call her Clara.  Or "the baby."  Or Amelia or Rand or Lindsey since I keep calling her the other kids' names, which means I'm turning into my mom - and my little sister Erin.  (Sorry Erin, you know you're the worst!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9744.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9744.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-7313790482408753636?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/7313790482408753636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=7313790482408753636&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/7313790482408753636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/7313790482408753636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2011/05/another-peek-at-clara-lee.html' title='Another Peek at Clara Lee'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05766864638832719372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1lLxEK9uJo/SU7nxi8VXKI/AAAAAAAAB7M/Sv8sO0GZAuY/S220/IMG_6016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-8488665770131374539</id><published>2011-05-12T13:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T16:52:22.988-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9644.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9644.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 weeks old!  Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9570.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9570.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a great couple of weeks full of enjoying family, good weather, and getting to know baby Clara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9588.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9588.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't she delicious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9576.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9576.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma and Grandpa C came for a visit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9580.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9580.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the kids loved the attention, but especially Amelia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9581.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9581.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are trying to figure out what soothes this girl.  She is still a sleepy little thing, enjoys nursing, has a few moments of happy awake time each day.  But as soon as she becomes unhappy, she can really unleash and let us hear what strong lungs she has.  So far, the pacifier and swaddling blanket are our go-to tools to keep her happy while awake - most of the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9598.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9598.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 12 years of being carried from Brazil to California to Utah to California to Maryland, and sitting in the bottom of my hope chest, the hammock Randy brought home from his mission is finally being put to use!  It's cute and comfy.  Nice pick, Randy of old.  This has kept the big kids well-occupied on these lovely spring days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9610.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9610.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even baby burrito Clara likes it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9651.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9651.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsey has decided she's big enough to pick Clara up and walk around with her.  Yikes.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far, our transition from 3 to 4 kids is coming along nicely.  What an exciting couple of weeks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-8488665770131374539?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/8488665770131374539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=8488665770131374539&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/8488665770131374539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/8488665770131374539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2011/05/2-weeks.html' title='2 Weeks'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05766864638832719372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1lLxEK9uJo/SU7nxi8VXKI/AAAAAAAAB7M/Sv8sO0GZAuY/S220/IMG_6016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-6518809531931374449</id><published>2011-05-03T13:25:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T13:52:49.245-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Clara Lee</title><content type='html'>Clara is one sweet baby.  I can't get enough of her.  But even until right before she made her entrance into the world, I kept thinking, and I'm sure I said it out loud, that I couldn't believe we were really having a baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9436.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9436.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Clara is almost a week old and right at this moment, she and Amelia are both sleeping, Rand is resting, Lindsey is at school and Randy is working in the yard.  This house is quiet!  I should probably be napping, but last night there was some good sleep to be had, and then I went ahead and slept in this morning while Randy wrangled all 4 kids (what?  FOUR kids?!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9438.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9438.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I thought I would post some pictures.  Lots of pictures in fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9440.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9440.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clara in what Rand calls "Her karate clothes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9460-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9460-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud little mama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9461-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9461-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly big brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9464-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9464-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9469-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9469-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First peek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9496-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9496-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready to come home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9500.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9500.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9506.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9506.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9517-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9517-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More peeking at the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9523.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9523.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia is now a giant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9529.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9529.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9533.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9533.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rand loves Clara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9534.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9534.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsey holds her every chance she gets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9538.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9538.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy is awesome and we're all glad he's home with us (our yard is glad too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9549.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9549.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her serious looks and tiny chicken legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9559.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9559.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia is doing great with all of this and wakes up every day asking for the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-6518809531931374449?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/6518809531931374449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=6518809531931374449&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/6518809531931374449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/6518809531931374449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2011/05/clara-lee.html' title='Clara Lee'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05766864638832719372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1lLxEK9uJo/SU7nxi8VXKI/AAAAAAAAB7M/Sv8sO0GZAuY/S220/IMG_6016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-8457480082421671703</id><published>2011-04-21T09:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T10:01:21.445-04:00</updated><title type='text'>1-2-3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9338.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9338.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have 3 kids.  One still on the way.  Come on little one!  (Name still undecided.  Rand stopped calling her Emily and is now calling her Ava.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9311.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9311.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is spring break and we have had some fun!  Friends over to play!  Baking!  Egg hunt!  Trips to the park!  Bowling!  That s-l-o-w kid style bowling where the ball barely reaches the pins - it was hilarious.  Good fun!  Much of yesterday and a bit of this morning, I have been a wee bit grumpy.  I feel bad about that.   I need to relish these last few days (?) before we add another person to this household, don't I?   Just look at their cuteness!  I'll stop hiding out now and go enjoy these three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9333.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9333.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-8457480082421671703?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/8457480082421671703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=8457480082421671703&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/8457480082421671703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/8457480082421671703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2011/04/1-2-3.html' title='1-2-3'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05766864638832719372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1lLxEK9uJo/SU7nxi8VXKI/AAAAAAAAB7M/Sv8sO0GZAuY/S220/IMG_6016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-798272748846324672</id><published>2011-04-06T13:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T14:05:49.224-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring?  Can It Be?</title><content type='html'>We've had several cold weeks since it officially became srping, making me think spring wasn't ever really going to arrive. I know, dramatic. But one or two good, warm days were all it took to get flowers blooming, trees blossoming, and grass planted around here. Randy has been hard at work spreading grass seeds, compost, topsoil and that blue stuff that is supposed to keep everything in place. He even took out an old stump stump and a strange little tree to flatten out a random flower bed mid-front yard. We are excited to see if grass really will grow from all of that! &lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9214.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9214.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I even pitched in by digging holes and transplanting some daffodills. All that bending didn't put me into labor like I hoped, but it didn't seem to kill the flowers, so at least that was successfull! &lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9215.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9215.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One warm day was all it took to get Amelia's cheeks flushed, and for the short-sleeved shirts to make a reappearance. I have missed seeing my kids' arms. Is that strange? I haven't gotten out warm-weather clothes for poor Amelia, so she looks awesome in her non-matching outfit with a too-small BYU shirt I found in the back of her shirt drawer. The look is completed with her belly and diaper hanging out, and complimented by her fantastic hair. &lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9210.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9210.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Once it was time to come inside, Lindsey and Amelia showed me their newest trick. These two have been having lots of fun lately. I just noticed the holes in Lindsey's leggings. Who is dressing these kids anyway? &lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9216.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9216.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A little conference watching also makes it feel like spring. Hi Handsome Randy! Why so happy Linds? &lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9199.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9199.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And here's a picture of Rand because he is totally cute and very funny. Can you believe he can fit in Amelia's high chair like that? I thought we were going to have to saw him out of there. &lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9195.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9195.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As for me, you can see from this post that I am incapable of following a cohesive thouhgt from start to finish. Perhaps you could call me scattered. I feel great (BIG), but things are getting suspenseful around here. Will baby be early like the others? Or heaven forbid, late? Will we be able to get hold of babysitters we have lined up? How will we get kids home from school if baby arrives mid-day? (It would be handy if this all went down during spring break.) Do we have everything ready? Eek. It's enough to keep me up at night when I'm not snoring and hogging the bed with my bounteous girth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-798272748846324672?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/798272748846324672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=798272748846324672&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/798272748846324672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/798272748846324672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2011/04/spring-can-it-be.html' title='Spring?  Can It Be?'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05766864638832719372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1lLxEK9uJo/SU7nxi8VXKI/AAAAAAAAB7M/Sv8sO0GZAuY/S220/IMG_6016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-3731599140220009891</id><published>2011-03-31T13:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T14:26:38.438-04:00</updated><title type='text'>R-E-S-P-E-C-T</title><content type='html'>Don't you hate those car commercials with the kid with blonde curly hair who talks about what losers his parents are? Those drive me crazy. It irks me when tv or commercials make parents look stupid and clueless, especially compared to their ungrateful, bratty kids. I mean, I feel clueless enough as it is, so why would a rude kid make me want to buy that car? I don't get it. I want my kids to be kind and respectful. Add working on being good listeners and we've got a lot of work to do every day. We've had several learning moments lately when it comes to attitudes. More than usual, we have had to remind certain members of our family to have a positive attitude, use a respectful voice, etc. Is it the cold grey weather? Is my constant state of tiredness affecting everyone? Or just spring fever? Luckily good moments are plentiful and our kids are usually pretty sweet around here. &lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9191.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9191.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lindsey wanted a picture taken this morning in her new dress. Don't you love drop-waist dresses? Ah, childhood memories! I got a call last week from Lindsey's school saying she was given an award for being such a hard worker, kind friend, and good student. This is her second time being given this award this year. See the little blue dog tags she's wearing? Those are the awards. These are a super big deal to Lindsey and now she wears both of hers every day. It is very sweet - even with their constant clink-clink-clinking sound. &lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9136.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9136.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rand likes to play bad guys - especially Star Wars bad guys - but beneath it all, he is tender hearted. He keeps telling me how much he loves me, and kissing my tummy, saying how he loves the new baby. He keeps catching me falling asleep, which he thinks is hilarious. He usually watches a show during rest time, and loves it if I'll watch with him. But as soon as I sit down, I start to doze off - I can't help it! Rand thinks it is especially funny if I make a strange sound, which happens more often than I would like to admit. &lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9177.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9177.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A box makes the best toy. Notice Amelia's crazy hair? She will not leave her hair alone and takes out every clip and rubber band I put in it, as soon as it's in. How do you teach a toddler to leave their hair alone? This little thing is super independent and sassy in addition to her sweetness. If only she would start saying "Yes" instead of "No, no, no" all day long. She's so funny! &lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9184.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9184.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad makes a good toy too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-3731599140220009891?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/3731599140220009891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=3731599140220009891&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/3731599140220009891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/3731599140220009891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2011/03/r-e-s-p-e-c-t.html' title='R-E-S-P-E-C-T'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05766864638832719372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1lLxEK9uJo/SU7nxi8VXKI/AAAAAAAAB7M/Sv8sO0GZAuY/S220/IMG_6016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-1513440887119091967</id><published>2011-03-23T13:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T14:16:51.375-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random at the Robot Factory</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9164.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9164.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling a bit blue? Or maybe just fatigued?  Amelia Faye is refusing to fall asleep today.  We both need her to nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have crocuses and daffodils blooming where you are?  It's so exciting to see things growing after a long winter isn't it?  Randy has been hard at work beautifying the yard and getting it ready to plant more grass.  We are determined to grass-ify areas of our back and side lawns that were a bit sparse last year.  Hopefully all the tree pruning Randy did in the fall will help in this effort.  We have been talking about gardens and new plants to try growing this year - we hear blueberries are excellent for our area, and I have a spot picked out for a lilac bush.  Our front tree, which we thought we killed, is now covered in buds, so I think it will be fine - it just seemed to spend the past year in shock after it was pruned.  Yay mystery tree!  Yay spring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rand has a friend from preschool over to play right now.  He called this friend "my dude" the other day.  I have heard this pal say "dude" about a million times this afternoon, so now I understand what Rand was talking about.  The boys are playing super heroes in the back yard (luckily I have 2 capes, and both boys' names begin with "R").  I keep thinking they are fighting or freaking out, only to look up and see them chasing some invisible monster to save the day.  As an aside, I spent the first half of the school year pretty much feeling groady and could hardly look anyone in the eye, let alone make small talk and invite their kids over to play (am I the only one who doesn't love the term "play date"?)  I feel bad about that, seeing how totally exciting it has been for Rand to anticipate these play times recently.  (Not that we haven't had any friends over, just none from school) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9008.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9008.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I mentioned that a while back, we remodeled our kitchen?  Pshych!  Sike?  Syke?  (I have no idea)  Our golden kitchen, straight from the 60's, is super gold, but functional - our golden oven is the best oven I've ever baked with.  We have dreams of gutting it and all that fancy stuff, but that's not happening anytime soon, and in the mean time, I was craving more counter space and a few more drawers, preferably wide enough to fit a utensil organizer, to say the least.  I had been scoping out options from IKEA for a good long time, hinting to Randy that removing the ugly, hulking rubbermade storage thing we were using as a pantry and replacing it with some sort of kitchen island would make for a much happier kitchen.  I was right!  A few months ago, Randy had a week-long work thing near IKEA and during his long lunch breaks, he strolled through the store to see what there was to see.  He stumbled into the As-Is section and saw that the store was clearing out it's kitchen floor models, and found just what I had been hoping for - for a good % lower than we otherwise would have paid for it!  Yay Randy!  Yay IKEA!  Yay for drawers, counter space, and no more ugly storage thing! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. the bread maker is not normally on the counter.  P.P.S.  Don't you wish your kitchen came with a sweet rotary phone straight out of your childhood?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-1513440887119091967?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/1513440887119091967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=1513440887119091967&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/1513440887119091967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/1513440887119091967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2011/03/random-at-robot-factory.html' title='Random at the Robot Factory'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05766864638832719372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1lLxEK9uJo/SU7nxi8VXKI/AAAAAAAAB7M/Sv8sO0GZAuY/S220/IMG_6016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-2689055279558215354</id><published>2011-03-17T13:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T13:32:56.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Springy</title><content type='html'>Today is a rather glorious day.  ,The best, happiest kind of weather!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before school, Lindsey was very serious about wearing something green - and not just a shirt that had a little green in it.  Something entirely green.  Luckily, she remembered a green dress with white polka dots that I put away for the winter since it seemed too springy for her to wear in the cold.  I had completely forgotten about this dress.  It still fits and is perfect for today.  After she got dressed, Rand said, "Oh Lindsey, that's a good dress.  You look beautiful!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9154.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9154.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We sent Lindsey off to school and then spent all morning at a new-to-us park with some friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9147.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9147.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came home and had a backyard picnic followed by a little wiffle ball.  It is so nice out, I didn't even mind having to bend down to retrieve the ball over and over.  Rand is becoming quite a good hitter!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps we need to bbq today or tomorrow.  Just lovely!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-2689055279558215354?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/2689055279558215354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=2689055279558215354&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/2689055279558215354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/2689055279558215354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2011/03/springy.html' title='Springy'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05766864638832719372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1lLxEK9uJo/SU7nxi8VXKI/AAAAAAAAB7M/Sv8sO0GZAuY/S220/IMG_6016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-1617522358146431771</id><published>2011-03-14T12:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T12:46:20.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>18 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9088.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9088.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 18 months, Amelia is full of personality. She is definitely her own little person with real opinions and a will of her own.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started nursery this month and while it is lovely to get to go to adult classes at church in peace, instead of spending an hour or two walking the halls with her, it is a little sad to me to realize she's big enough for this!  The past 2 Sundays, she has gone in without us and has been a little teary and clingy to her teacher.  Hopefully soon she will realize what a fun place it is!  She does love the singing and the poem to get ready to pray:  "Open and shut them, open and shut them, give a little clap!  Open and shut them, open and shut them, fold them in your lap."  Seeing her little arms folded might be the cutest thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past couple of weeks, her speech has taken off. She says all sorts of fun stuff including, but not limited to: apple, bubble, up, mom, nigh-nigh, shoes, boots, cheese, nooooooo (while closing her eyes, scrunching up her nose and shaking her head back and forth all dramatic-like).  I love seeing her do the few baby signs we have taught her - please, more, all done - but especially "bird" which includes her quacking like a duck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9107.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9107.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia lets us know when she wants to go outside or take a bath, her two favorite activities of all time. It is rather devastating to her when we can't do those things right then! Luckily, when she does get to go outside in persuit of her goal of becoming the dirtiest kid in the family, she is happy to have bathtime as soon as she comes inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Rand, Amelia can sing Darth Vader's theme song. We need to get this on a video to prove this awesome fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia is learning to jump. Sure she can bounce on beds, but her goal is jumping on solid ground. She will get her little body all prepared for what you can tell she is thinking will be a big leap, only to end up on her tippy-toes and taking a little step forward. Each attempt is followed by a little growly sound that I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9126.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9126.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbing on the table is her favorite new skill. But not mine. No amount of distracting, scooting in chairs, or moving chairs away from the table will keep her from reaching her ultimate goal of sitting/standing on the stinking table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her favorite book is "Diddle Diddle Dumpling, My Son John."  She will find it and bring it to me, then do the little back-up walk that I love so much to sit on my lap so we can read it over and over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's still a cuddler and very loving. Let's hope this extends to the new little one that is soon to dethrone her as the baby of the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just love our little Amelia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-1617522358146431771?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/1617522358146431771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=1617522358146431771&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/1617522358146431771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/1617522358146431771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2011/03/18-months.html' title='18 Months'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05766864638832719372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1lLxEK9uJo/SU7nxi8VXKI/AAAAAAAAB7M/Sv8sO0GZAuY/S220/IMG_6016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-9021829972409614094</id><published>2011-03-07T13:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T14:46:53.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Nothing Personal</title><content type='html'>There comes a point in every pregnancy where I realize I'm taking things way too personally.  Sadly, I had this realization this weekend.  I can see the comedy in these irrational thoughts, but usually not until after the fact.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9085.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9085.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My dad mentioned I haven't shown any pictures of me this pregnancy.  There you go.  Chubs and all.  Minus my head, which seems to be missing anyway.  Taken by Rand since I can't figure out how to use the self-timer today.  A pretty good shot for a 4-year-old photog!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I was pregnant with Lindsey, we flew from California to Maryland to go house hunting for a weekend, and on that trip we eventually bought our little townhouse.  We didn't have much time and it was go-go-go to get everything done we needed to do before returning to Monterey.  One morning, we were short on time and headed to McD's for breakfast.   This was our first experience with grumpy Maryland "service" and it included the usual sassy lady, making no attempt at friendliness, no eye contact, using completely annoyed expressions, with a few huffs and eye rolls thrown in for good measure.  She told us they were out of hash browns, but we could have fries instead.  I said I didn't want fries, and couldn't handle this woman's rudeness so I left Randy to finish the order while I sat at a nearby table.  A few minutes later, Randy arrived at the table with our breakfast items...and a thing of fries.  I took one look at those fries and immediately started sobbing.  This reaction was completely irrational and hormone-driven, with a little sleep deprivation thrown in for good measure.  I knew I was being ridiculous, but couldn't stop and cried a good, long, embarrassing cry.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This time around, I haven't had any big weeping episodes (so far), but I realize that lately I have begun to take trivial things very personally.  I'm not proud of this.  Examples are as follows:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Another poopy diaper?  How &lt;i&gt;could &lt;/i&gt;you do this to me three times in one day?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to bend down to pick up something off the floor again?   Sob.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A stink bug crawled on my pillow and stinked up my hair, waking me up from my short nap on the couch yesterday.  How could the world be so cruel?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You threw your food all over the floor during dinner?  Why do you hate me so much?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You unwound an entire roll of perfectly good toilet paper?  Is there no justice in the world?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have to think of a whole meal and cook &lt;i&gt;again&lt;/i&gt;?  Doesn't anyone appreciate all this work I do?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You want me to do my calling?  Wah!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The shelf I tried to hang requires screws, not nails?  Unfair!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Did you just drink straight out of the water dispenser?  Are you trying to kill me?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Reading over this list reminds me of the reactions of some toddlers/preschoolers I know.  So yes, there is a whole lot of awesome going on in my head these days.  The crazy, hormonal, and exhausted side of me easily falls into the trap of feeling like everything around me is unjust, and - to borrow a phrase from my childhood - that I have become the slave of the world.  On the other hand, the normal, sane part of me is rolling its eyes at how lame I have become and how easily I allow myself to feel persecuted.  Hopefully, the rational side of me will continue to (sometimes) win out against the crazy so my household can all stay happy and sane these next weeks and months to come.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s.  I am fine.  This post is making fun of myself, not meant to be taken as a real sob-fest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9073.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9073.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.p.s.  We had some lovely weather this weekend and the kids got to spend all day Saturday outside and I have pictures to prove it.  Randy and I even did a little yard work - I trimmed back some ornamental grasses and they look so great.  Fun.  It makes me excited for spring!  My heavy body hated me the rest of the day from all that bending and cutting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9068.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9068.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-9021829972409614094?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/9021829972409614094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=9021829972409614094&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/9021829972409614094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/9021829972409614094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2011/03/its-nothing-personal.html' title='It&apos;s Nothing Personal'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05766864638832719372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1lLxEK9uJo/SU7nxi8VXKI/AAAAAAAAB7M/Sv8sO0GZAuY/S220/IMG_6016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-6876667620576602643</id><published>2011-03-04T17:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T17:30:15.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wowee!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8617.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8617.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just registered this cutie for Kindergarten.  How exciting and unreal!  I hope he loves school, and that school loves him! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-6876667620576602643?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/6876667620576602643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=6876667620576602643&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/6876667620576602643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/6876667620576602643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2011/03/wowee.html' title='Wowee!'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05766864638832719372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1lLxEK9uJo/SU7nxi8VXKI/AAAAAAAAB7M/Sv8sO0GZAuY/S220/IMG_6016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-3398986494832981225</id><published>2011-02-28T14:20:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T20:34:33.490-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So Long, February</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Randy and I took a vote and decided we are done with winter.  It's official.  Spring needs to start!  March 1st would be a fine start date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9019.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9019.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had such a nice visit with Randy's parents last week.  It was laid back and fun.  Thanks for coming! For some reason, I only took like 2 pictures while they were here.  We even spent a whole day in DC and my camera did not make it's way out.  In fact, that's the par for the course this month - very few photos, especially of Lindsey.  Evidently, my camera only saw the light of day while Linds was at school... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am 32 weeks along this week.  I saw a bunch of people from our old ward this weekend that I haven't seen in months and many were surprised by my current delicate condition.  "Hey, weren't you &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; pregnant!?"  Indeed, I was.  I'm kind of in denial that I actually have to birth a baby in just a few weeks.  Holy cow!  I suppose I need to do things like register at the hospital, perhaps take a tour of it, and figure out what we are going to do with our kids when the big day comes.  Details, details.  I think this denial is also what is keeping me from being able to zero in on any names.  Perhaps I need to do a little newborn clothes shopping, or paint her bedroom or something to make it seem more real (since the heartburn, frequent need to pee, and huge tummy haven't done the trick).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of rooms, we are still unsure of how we'll manage bedrooms when this little one comes. Amelia and baby as roommies?  Move Amelia in with Rand?  But then would we have to put her in a big kid bed already?  That would mean putting Lindsey with the new baby, per Lindsey's request.  Would that work?  Keep the baby in our room for a bit in a pack n' play just to avoid this room juggling?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8951.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8951.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Amelia is 18 months old this week.  Her personality has become more and more pronounced.  She is definitely her own person.  Her facial expressions are awesome.  When something goes against her wishes, she now flops down onto the floor face-first and cries a big cry.  So far, this new trait is hilarious.  Amelia has become a little lover - giving us all kisses all the time.  She will not settle for a peck on the cheek but will persist until she gets a good, full-lip smooch from any one of us.  Going outside is her biggest desire in life.  Once she gets outside, getting to the street is her biggest goal.  This makes me crazy, and makes me happy we have a big front yard, and a fenced back yard.  She talks and jabbers all day long, and seems oblivious to our attempts at trying to shush her, especially during church.  She can do head-shoulders-knees-and-toes.  She is suddenly clingy, especially to me - just in time to start nursery!  Oh, and Amelia is still, hands down, our best eater ever.  She's still a wee little thing, but she is much more solid than our older two non-eaters ever were.  It is fun seeing Amelia included more and more with the big kids in their play - you can see how pleased she is to be in on the fun!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9037.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9037.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8972.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8972.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rand likes to tell me he's my sunshine.  He is one sweet boy, that's for sure!  He is quick to tell Randy and I how much he loves us.  His prayers include the phrase, "Please bless us to have fun," repeated multiple times throughout.  Last night he liked the dinner I made and told me over and over how much he loved it.  And even ate broccoli with it.  (That's a huge victory!)  He can be a bit moody and sensitive, but it has been fun seeing him come out of his shell more and more lately.  I can register him for Kindergarten this week!!  Dress-up is still a big hit with Rand.  I need to make him a black or brown cape sometime.  When he doesn't want to use his super hero capes, sometimes he uses a pink hooded cape to dress up as Obe Wan Kenobe, and it's just a little too pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9040.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9040.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how I found Rand today - trying to get the goldfish for a little snack.  Before I agreed to help him down, he had to stay put for a picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_9027.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_9027.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lindsey is still a speed demon and chatter box.  She is putting pressure on Randy to take her to the climbing gym.  I'm excited to see her try that out.  Her reading has taken off!  The little readers that get sent home from school are easy-peasy so far and it is fun seeing her so successful at this new skill!  She is in awe of big kids and when a group of them arrives at the park, she will often separate herself from us or whoever she's  playing with to go and watch them.  I'm not sure why, but this kind of breaks my heart a little.  Recently she asked me if she could change Amelia's wet diaper and when she did it successfully (with help), she told me she can now change diapers by herself.  I should really train her to do poopy ones and we'll be all set!   Amelia and I visited her at school today for lunch and it was fun.  I just love her enthusiasm for everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally got over my fear of hammering nails into our rock-hard walls and more than a year after moving here, I recently hung a few things up, including our FHE chart.  The other day, Lindsey and Rand had a big falling out over who's name got to go under "Treat."  There were lots of cries of, "I'm in charge of the treat!"  "No I am!"  "No I am!"  I tried to intervene without success so decided to ignore them.  A while later, they quieted down and so I thought the matter was forgotten.  But they came to find Randy and I with excited exclamations of, "We're BOTH in charge of the treat!"  Lo and behold, both of their names are now hanging under "treat" on the chart.  Yay for non-forced compromise!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How's that for a month-in-review?  Chao February.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-3398986494832981225?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/3398986494832981225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=3398986494832981225&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/3398986494832981225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/3398986494832981225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-long-february.html' title='So Long, February'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05766864638832719372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1lLxEK9uJo/SU7nxi8VXKI/AAAAAAAAB7M/Sv8sO0GZAuY/S220/IMG_6016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-13032353586107975</id><published>2011-02-07T13:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T14:08:56.111-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Loves</title><content type='html'>I love my Randy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8739.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8739.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And games of dress-up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8720.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8720.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my three healthy, happy, laughing, sweet and silly kids,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8729.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8729.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And feather-baby hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with cold drinks of coke, a warm-ish day, bits of sunshine, homemade soup, &lt;em&gt;The Mouse and the Motorcycle &lt;/em&gt;series, little mailboxes for valentines, clean floors, good books, new striped pillows, early strawberries, visits with good friends, new babies, naptime, and the promise of spring.  (Oh spring!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-13032353586107975?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/13032353586107975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=13032353586107975&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/13032353586107975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/13032353586107975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2011/02/loves.html' title='Loves'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05766864638832719372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1lLxEK9uJo/SU7nxi8VXKI/AAAAAAAAB7M/Sv8sO0GZAuY/S220/IMG_6016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-4823626517997647896</id><published>2011-02-02T14:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T15:26:35.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8730.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8730.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After many teasers, we had a nice big snow storm last week.  The snow was wet and heavy, like Oregon snow.  The storm raged all night and the wind blew and Randy was out of town.  I figured, as long as the power stayed on, we would just stay home and be j fine.  Several hours into the storm, a transformer down the street blew up.  It repeatedly lit up the sky and was accompanied by several loud buzzing sounds before all the power in our neighborhood went out.  Well then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8748.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8748.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, there must have been lots of calls to BGE because our power was restored the next day, which was good because in my &lt;i&gt;delicate condition&lt;/i&gt;, I wasn't looking forward to hauling wood or shoveling our driveway in order to drive to someone's house to stay warm.  We have some nice neighbors who shoveled/plowed our driveway for me.  I need to bake for them.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8755-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8755-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We also had some fun friends that came to bring us lunch and they stayed for the afternoon and some backyard sledding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8770.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8770.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also brought a little snowboard-like thing.  Lindsey was so persistent, trying and falling and trying and falling.  She is great and can totally get down the hill now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8774-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8774-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rand got in on the fun too!  But he mostly chose to stick to the sleds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8869.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8869.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, after the storm, my kids were outside on and off the entire day with three different groups of friends, sledding in our backyard.  It was fun and they slept great that night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8871-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8871-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Randy got home from his business trip, he and the kids have done loads of sledding every day after school and work, until it gets too dark to sled.  They could stay out there all day.  (Randy is way more fun than I am!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8864.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8864.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, this afternoon, Rand went outside after lunch and tried and tried to sled, but it is warmer and too slushy today, so he finally gave in and came inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8888.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8888.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia likes the sleds, but what she really likes is eating the snow.  Too bad she wants to take her gloves off and hold the snow bare-handed.  Cutie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8743.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8743.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-4823626517997647896?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/4823626517997647896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=4823626517997647896&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/4823626517997647896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/4823626517997647896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2011/02/snow.html' title='Snow!'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05766864638832719372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1lLxEK9uJo/SU7nxi8VXKI/AAAAAAAAB7M/Sv8sO0GZAuY/S220/IMG_6016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-2394268801847967990</id><published>2011-01-19T14:13:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T15:05:43.099-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice, School, Karate, Woody</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It's Wednesday and we haven't had a full day of school yet this week, thanks to a holiday, an ice storm, and for some unknown reason, a 2-hour delay this morning despite the clear roads.  We are supposed to get some snow tomorrow night so I imagine school will be cancelled Friday, along with another random day off  Monday.  Perhaps we should take the rest of January off  - just in case we get more forecasts for wintery weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this minimal-school week has been so fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8675-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8675-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We started the week out with a toilet-replacement project.  As bummed as I was to see the cute green toilet go (the pink wasn't as cute), it is so nice to have brand new, white, sparkling clean, fast-flushing toilets.  And there is something to be said about toilets that don't rock when you sit down on them.  So long, you 50-year-old beauties!  We had hoped the garbage men would pick those up, but they didn't want them I suppose.  Why ever not?  Having 2 toilets in front of your house is super classy.  And we are nothing, if not classy.  Pink and Green are now hiding next to the garage until they go to the dump - in case you want to come by and pick up your own free toilets.  Warning:  They are heavy, or so I hear.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8676.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8676.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Randy has become our house-project hero.  It's amazing how much that guy can get done when the weather won't permit him to work out in the yard.  Next up:  basement!  or painting! (something fun!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8596-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8596-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amelia has adopted our Woody and Jessee dolls as her very own.  She walks around with them all day long, usually holding them by their pull-strings so they talk to her as she carries them around.  I don't know why, but this totally tickles me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8699-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8699-1.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been trying to figure out some sort of winter sport/activity for Lindsey and Rand.  Lindsey has gone on and on about how she wants to do ballet, and I'm happy to sign her up for that.  For our sweet, meek Rand, we decided he would do well to have an activity of his own that could help him gain a bit of confidence.  A friend recommended a karate place nearby that has a 3-lesson trial you can sign up for that includes 3 lessons and a karate outfit (gi/gui/gee?) for $20, so I decided to sign him up for that just to see how it goes.  When I talked to the owner, he said they are running a 2-for-1 special this month, so I signed Lindsey up for the 3-lesson trial too, just for fun (free!).  I thought she would have fun and get a free dress-up in the process, but didn't think about her loving it as much as she did.  They both loved it and were so cute doing the karate moves.  They are both eager to go back.  So now the dilemma is having to decide whether we put both of them in karate, or put Lindsey in something else so Rand can have his own &lt;i&gt;thing&lt;/i&gt; to be good at.  Lindsey is much more outgoing and aggressive and without meaning to, tends to outshine the little guy...  Ah, decisions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8672.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8672.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Amelia's bath the other night, she decided she wanted to soak a little bit longer.  Rand was in there for his turn so the tub was full.  I had just put her in her pj's and was pulling out some pj's for Rand when I heard a splash and then a, "Hey mom! Amelia's in here!"  Whoops!  That girl loves a good bath!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we woke up to a yard covered in a thin layer of snow, which was covered in a nice layer of ice.  It made for some good sledding.  I put the kids to work hammering ice off the back steps.  They love breaking up ice, and I love making them work, so it was win-win.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8712.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8712.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our driveway was a solid sheet of ice and Lindsey and Rand did some imaginary ice skating on it.  Today, that ice is mostly melted away.  As I was getting Amelia in the car to head to a luncheon, Rand walked out of the garage and attempted to do some more ice skating.  When he relaized it wasn't slippery anymore, he said, "Mom, something's wrong with the driveway.  It doesn't work nymore!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-2394268801847967990?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/2394268801847967990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=2394268801847967990&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/2394268801847967990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/2394268801847967990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2011/01/ice-school-karate-woody.html' title='Ice, School, Karate, Woody'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05766864638832719372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1lLxEK9uJo/SU7nxi8VXKI/AAAAAAAAB7M/Sv8sO0GZAuY/S220/IMG_6016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-3763011472177778249</id><published>2011-01-17T13:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T14:03:25.165-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Real King</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8344.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8344.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other night, we put the kids to bed, but they weren't settling down so Randy and I took turns going in and trying to settle them down, and giving them basic threats of taking away stuffed animals, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Randy's turn and as he entered their room, Lindsey said in her most serious, somber tone, "Dad, I need to tell you something.  There is a king in this world.  Martin Luther King.  And he's dead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had lots of talks about Martin Luther King Jr. since, and even watched his "I Have a Dream" speech together on Friday.  After school that day, Lindsey told me she told her teacher and class about how Mr. King got shot - I guess her teacher had skipped that detail - so now we know the whole class learned something new last week.  We both agree that we're glad he worked hard to change those bad rules from a long time ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-3763011472177778249?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/3763011472177778249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=3763011472177778249&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/3763011472177778249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/3763011472177778249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2011/01/real-king.html' title='A Real King'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05766864638832719372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1lLxEK9uJo/SU7nxi8VXKI/AAAAAAAAB7M/Sv8sO0GZAuY/S220/IMG_6016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-2497891685807071639</id><published>2011-01-11T09:20:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T09:38:55.944-05:00</updated><title type='text'>11111</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8617.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8617.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One, one one, one one.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fun date!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So far today I have:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;reluctantly gotten out of bed (blame myself for staying up too late)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;fed the kids (cereal for them, bowl of yogurt and cinnamon pecan cereal for me)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;taken in some pants for Lindsey - skinny mini!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;gotten Lindsey ready and on the bus&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;assured Rand that today is Tuesday and not a school day about 10 times&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;checked, with Rand, on the bird feeder he made at preschool about 10 times - stil no birds&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;watched Amelia dance that funny baby dance she does&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sneezed and peed (I have no control, or shame evidently)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and changed a rather disgusting poopy diaper, thanks to Amelia gorging on raisins last night before bed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;checked my email&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shower&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dress Rand and Amelia &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Empty the dishwasher&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do dishes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Put folded laundry away&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wash some more laundry&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sweep&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take a nap&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;It snows enough to sled in the backyard today&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can come up with a good dinner tonight (dinner planning is my worst enemy)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not much of a fancy day for such a fancy date.  But good enough!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-2497891685807071639?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/2497891685807071639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=2497891685807071639&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/2497891685807071639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/2497891685807071639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2011/01/11111.html' title='11111'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05766864638832719372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1lLxEK9uJo/SU7nxi8VXKI/AAAAAAAAB7M/Sv8sO0GZAuY/S220/IMG_6016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-1496748405443974084</id><published>2011-01-10T13:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T14:56:13.387-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Organized Disorganization</title><content type='html'>If you think my posts of late have just been pictures and no content, well, that's about all my brain can muster these days.  Today I have too many thoughts floating around in my mind so I need to do a bit of typing to get them all sorted out so I can stop feeling so mentally disorganized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished putting together a book from the first year of this blog.  I have a goal to get the following years done before this year ends (it's a big project alright?!), which means I should really try to get them done before this baby is born or they won't.  I'm so excited to see everything in print!  When the book arrives and I can look it over and make sure I like how it turned out, then I'll feel brave enough to tackle the rest.  Hopefully it won't take too long to arrive.  Reading over my earliest posts and seeing pictures of Lindsey and Rand as babies has been so fun.  And it makes me a little sad that they are no longer tiny little things.  It's funny to think that this summer, Amelia and baby #4 (still a no-name kid) will be the same ages that Lindsey and Rand were when I started this.  It's like de ja vue (sp?), only different...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is perhaps the best journal/scrapbook I have ever kept and so I'll continue doing it, comments or no, until I stop  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a little birthday celebration weekend for Randy (33!) which included a date to a sushi place (no raw fish for me of course) and on to a different place for dessert.  Plus a waffle lunch and cake yesterday for the actual birthday.  Randy's gift was lame.  Sorry!  He's hard to buy for, but a brilliant idea came to me:  Get that guy a pocket knife.  He always carries one and probably uses it daily, but lost his trusty knife a few months ago.  Just about every day for the past few months, I heard him lament not having his handy-dandy knife on hand.  So the kids and I headed to REI to see what treasures we could find.  Minutes after we got home, I was getting something out of my diaper bag when what did I find?  The long-lost pocket knife!  So now Randy can take his duplicate knife back and pick out something for himself.  I tried!  Happy birthday cute guy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had such a nice weekend, I wasn't ready to send everyone off to work and school today. But, Randy decided to go into work later than normal, so we all slept in a bit and ate a big breakfast. Randy dropped Lindsey off at the bus and drove Rand to preschool too.  Now that's the way to start the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I didn't have to leave the house this morning, Amelia and I just wandered around cleaning (me) and making messes (Amelia), and I took some pictures (below).  Then, just for fun, Amelia and I went and joined Lindsey for lunch at school.  I love lunch at school!  After lunch we tried playing four-square, but it turns out I don't remember the rules, so we just bounced the ball around with some very energetic kids.  After we picked up Rand and fed him and put Amelia down for her nap, he and I played our usual 10 rounds of Uno.  Rand likes to win.  But so do I!  Anyway, that's a whole lot of typing just to say it's been a really nice day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love my house and I'm so glad we live here.  This place is so comfy and bright and just right for us.  I think I may be doing some early nesting as all I want to do is get some projects done pre-baby #4.    (April is my mental cut-off date for just about everything these days)  Lighting, soft cozy carpet, and paint in the basement.  Set up basement playroom better once the big projects are done.  Paint Amelia's room.  Paint living room fireplace - or not - I still go back and forth.  Take kid pictures worthy of hanging.  Hang pictures.  Curtains for the big front window.  Replace green toilet and pink toilet.  Finish organizing projects.  The golden kitchen will have to wait.   Ah, the possibilities are so exciting!  In the meantime, our new closet in the computer/craft room extraordinaire is all set up. (My sewing machine doesn't really go on the shelf, but it looks cute there for the pic)  Sewing, scrapbooking, knitting, general craftiness plus some computery storage all in one.  Isn't it a thing of beauty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8608.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8608.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of beauty, I love this little girl and love having her toddle around after me, jabbering and being silly, even if she refuses to give me real smiles when I bring out the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8614.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8614.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8613.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8613.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8610.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8610.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-1496748405443974084?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/1496748405443974084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=1496748405443974084&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/1496748405443974084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/1496748405443974084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2011/01/organized-disorganization.html' title='Organized Disorganization'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05766864638832719372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1lLxEK9uJo/SU7nxi8VXKI/AAAAAAAAB7M/Sv8sO0GZAuY/S220/IMG_6016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-6071223722586408398</id><published>2011-01-06T22:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T23:24:30.271-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year Awesomeness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8552.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8552.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What a way to start the year - a great visit with great friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it strange that the number 2011 is hard for me to remember?  We have started the new year with some fun projects.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8590.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8590.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Entry table&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since we moved into this house, I have wanted - no NEEDED - a station for the odds and ends that flow in and out of our house daily.  Things like papers, mail, phones, various craft supplies.  Things were landing in the kitchen and on our 1/2 walls between the living room and the dining area and it was driving me crazy!  Our kitchen counter space is limited, and there was nowhere for me to put those little things away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8586.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8586.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What do I spy here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Randy and I have been pricing sofa tables and the like for a while now.  We kept seeing lovely pieces of furniture, but just couldn't justify buying one little table that cost more than our couches.  While IKEA furniture might not be heirloom quality, the things we have from there have served us well, and you can't beat the great prices!  So we headed to our nearest store and got to work.  I think this solution is cute and functional.   You should have seen Lindsey and Rand's commitment to building this table.  So cute.  I'm exited about our new pretty "entry."  (Mirror and lamp from Home Goods, another favorite spot for deals.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8587.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8587.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;A speeder got caught on the clock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have also been busy building an IKEA closet organizer in the basement office/bedroom these past couple of days.  It is all set up and I was able to unpack three big boxes of fabric, sewing goods, and scrapbook supplies today.   It is dreamy!  My sewing and craft supplies have never all been in one spot and it's so great.  I could just stare at those lovely shelves and drawers all day.  I can't seem to remember to take "before" pictures, but I'll post an "after" picture as soon as we add Randy's computery stuff as well.  Thanks to Randy for pushing to get this done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8588.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8588.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Looks like that guy didn't make it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now the only boxes left to unpack from our move a whole year ago (a year!) are the two boxes with picture frames in them.  I suppose it is time to commit to putting holes in our lovely walls.  It's just that I think this house was built out of solid concrete - the walls are so hard to nail into and I have a bad track record of putting nails in, and then changing my mind and then ending up with like 4 nail holes for just one picture frame. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8563.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8563.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;Amelia is cracking us up these days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, there are surely more fun projects to come this new year.  I'm excited!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-6071223722586408398?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/6071223722586408398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=6071223722586408398&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/6071223722586408398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/6071223722586408398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-awesomeness.html' title='New Year Awesomeness'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05766864638832719372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1lLxEK9uJo/SU7nxi8VXKI/AAAAAAAAB7M/Sv8sO0GZAuY/S220/IMG_6016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-7569885066310829527</id><published>2010-12-28T22:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T22:37:11.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Christmas</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure just what it was about Christmas this year, but it was one of our best yet. It was just happy and fun. Very merry indeed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I made some super easy stockings and so I'm going to brag a bit and show them here. They were fun and fast to sew, I made all 5 in a few hours one night. Then I regretted not making a 6th for the new baby next year. So for my records, here's the link for the tutorial I followed. It's funny that the kids' stocking fabric I had on hand was very similar to the fabric used in the tutorial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/Christmas%202010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8418.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/Christmas%202010/DSC_8418.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.diaryofaquilter.com/2010/12/easy-stocking-tutorial-today.html"&gt;Stocking tutorial&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsey's first day off for Christmas vacation was actually Christmas Eve, so we spent the day playing games, baking, and doing some fun projects. Last week I found some nice fleece remnants marked way down, with an additional 75% off. On Christmas Eve, I had the big kids make each other easy, no-sew scarves for a gift to give each other. They turned out adorable, but I don't have a picture! Lindsey also worked very enthusiastically to sew three fabric gift bags to add to the two we already had from a past Christmas. They were the perfect sewing project for her, and they are great for "wrapping" soft presents like pj's and clothes. She was so proud of her efforts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/Christmas%202010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8424.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/Christmas%202010/DSC_8424.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a casual dinner of cheese, crackers and fondue with veggies and bread, we did a quick puppet nativity. Everyone helped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/Christmas%202010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8443.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/Christmas%202010/DSC_8443.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then each kid sang us some Christmas songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/Christmas%202010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8452.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/Christmas%202010/DSC_8452.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/Christmas%202010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8454.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/Christmas%202010/DSC_8454.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally it was pajama time! (Sorry Amelia, you just got to wear some hand-me-down Christmas footies - you just have so many pj's you didn't need any new ones alright?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/Christmas%202010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8472.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/Christmas%202010/DSC_8472.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsey was super excited about her slippers. Rand's pj's win for being the coolest (it was a 2-pack that came with a batman version too, sweet!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/Christmas%202010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8479.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/Christmas%202010/DSC_8479.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the kids were in bed and sleeping, Randy and I headed to the basement for a bit of gift-wrapping while we watched &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;A Christmas Story&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, which neither of us have seen in years and it had us laughing so hard. Then we set everything up and headed to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/Christmas%202010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8484.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/Christmas%202010/DSC_8484.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up to a snowy morning, which was lovely even though the snow didn't really stick around. We had high hopes for some sledding, and perhaps cancelled church, but it was not to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to Christmas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rand has been asking for Lincoln logs for weeks and weeks. When we went to see Santa, they had a display of classic kids toys, including some lincoln logs and Rand said all breathless, "I knew it! I knew Santa would give me some lincoln logs!" So of course he did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/Christmas%202010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8503.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/Christmas%202010/DSC_8503.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsey has been talking about pillow pets since seeing a comercial at my parents' house this summer, so Santa brought her one (and Rand got one too). Amelia loves them as much as the big kids - she's crazy about stuffed animals. Lindsey has been sweet to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/Christmas%202010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8511.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/Christmas%202010/DSC_8511.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erin, these little toys you sent have been a big hit - along with that spinning dico dance ball thing mom sent to Randy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/Christmas%202010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8515.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/Christmas%202010/DSC_8515.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent the day (and every day since) playing with new toys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/Christmas%202010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8521.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/Christmas%202010/DSC_8521.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/Christmas%202010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8535.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/Christmas%202010/DSC_8535.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dressing up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/Christmas%202010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8531.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/Christmas%202010/DSC_8531.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aftermath is always a little sad, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/Christmas%202010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8538.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/Christmas%202010/DSC_8538.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing Amelia is around to keep things fun, even if Christmas is over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/Christmas%202010/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8540.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/Christmas%202010/DSC_8540.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-7569885066310829527?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/7569885066310829527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=7569885066310829527&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/7569885066310829527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/7569885066310829527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2010/12/oh-christmas.html' title='Oh, Christmas'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05766864638832719372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1lLxEK9uJo/SU7nxi8VXKI/AAAAAAAAB7M/Sv8sO0GZAuY/S220/IMG_6016.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/Christmas%202010/th_DSC_8418.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-8393647360138949392</id><published>2010-12-17T15:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T15:37:35.898-05:00</updated><title type='text'>T'was The Week Before Christmas</title><content type='html'>The whole month of December is fun, but I am really looking forward to this coming week before Christmas. Rand only has one day of school. Lindsey, though, has school until Thursday the 23rd if you can believe it! But we'll make good use of our time to just enjoy it. I was just thinking of a little project Lindsey and Rand could do to make each other a Christmas gift that I think we'll do next week. And we want to go see the lights at the temple. Besides that, our calendar is clear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8139.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8139.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Thanksgiving, we have done lots of stuff. Come see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8160.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8160.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have made several trips to the mall (okay, only one trip to the &lt;em&gt;National Mall&lt;/em&gt;, but nice play on words, eh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8178.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8178.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decorated. Amelia likes sitting on this snow globe when we bring it down off the mantle. Just the right height for a little seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8230.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8230.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since setting up the tree, these kids only want to ham it up in front of it, instead of giving me a nice, respectable Christmas-card worthy photo... Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8182.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8182.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amelia defies gravity daily in order to rearrange the tree ornaments, just so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8345-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8345-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsey got a sparkly dress (I made the headband, holla!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8192.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8192.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It spins nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8356.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8356.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have cuddled up for many Christmas movies - Charlie Brown being the favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8363.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8363.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decorated gingerbread houses and snacked on them for a day. And then we threw them out. So messy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8365.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8365.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8375.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8375.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to see Santa. No tears were shed, even when we decided to do a family picture and Santa had me sit on his knee. Awkward!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8208.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8208.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We baked. And baked. And will probably bake some more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8379.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8379.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delivering treats has been the highlight of this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8383.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8383.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our little snowfall yesterday, we did a wee bit of sledding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8380.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8380.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy even came home a little early to join in the fun. The boys stayed out sledding until well after dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8312.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8312.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy put up my favorite kind of Christmas lights. Thanks Randy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8389.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8389.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our slightly blurry house decked out after our first snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8402.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8402.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rand had his school Christmas program today and it was adorable. I was running around finishing up my shopping before hand and completely forgot to bring a camera of any sort, so we don't have a recording of the actual program.  I have been taking video of him singing several of the songs, including &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Rudolph&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; that they sang with puppets above.  He came home with a few little gifts, including his "Mr. Potato Head" glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-8393647360138949392?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/8393647360138949392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=8393647360138949392&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/8393647360138949392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/8393647360138949392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2010/12/twas-week-before-christmas.html' title='T&apos;was The Week Before Christmas'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05766864638832719372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1lLxEK9uJo/SU7nxi8VXKI/AAAAAAAAB7M/Sv8sO0GZAuY/S220/IMG_6016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-4159823978810442415</id><published>2010-12-13T16:45:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T16:05:52.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Just Slow Things Down a Bit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Dearest Randy,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy anniversary on Saturday!  These 11 years have been rather awesome if you ask me.  You are the best guy I know and I'm glad you're mine!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yay&lt;/span&gt; for us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loves,&lt;br /&gt;Mary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* * * * * * * * * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Amelia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You are so totally cute!  It is hilarious that you decided on Sunday that you really could walk, after all this time of teasing us with steps here and there.  I love how excited you are about this new skill.  You are fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Ma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* * * * * * * * * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Baby #4,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry we have no name ideas for you.  You were so cute in the sonogram, showing off your mad dance skills.  I'm sure you have a great personality and we'll have lots of fun together.  But we have no idea what we will call you.  Ah well, we've got until April to sort that out.  It's your lot in life, being the fourth, to have to wait for whatever comes your way, so get used to it now cutie!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From a fellow 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; child,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* * * * * * * * * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Lindsey and Rand,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You two are hilarious and sweet.  I love that we have caught you staying up to talk and sing, and read each other stories by the light of your mini Christmas tree in your room.  Thanks for making Christmas so magical!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yas&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Mom-o-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;rama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* * * * * * * * * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Body,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just because you are gestating another girl baby doesn't mean you are allowed to go all crazy and gain ridiculous amounts of weight and have blood pressure problems again.  So far, that is how girl pregnancies have gone for us, but let's try to avoid that this time, okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Slightly nervous and chubby enough,&lt;br /&gt;Yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* * * * * * * * * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Calling,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why are you suddenly so busy?  You are driving me crazy!  And those marathon 3-hour meetings we had, only 5 days apart?  Those have only made me grumpy grumpy grumpy.  I have laundry to do, floors to clean, presents to buy and wrap and ship, goodies to bake, and little people who need my attention more than you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Disgruntled,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* * * * * * * * * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Weather,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is so cold and windy out there!  Quite impressive!  Would you please send us enough snow to cover the grass?  I'm not asking for a blizzard or anything, but I know a little boy who is desperate for a white Christmas since all he can remember are our last couple of Christmases spent in Utah with tons of snow and lots of sledding.  Come on, you know you want to!  It would be so fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dreaming,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* * * * * * * * * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Heya&lt;/span&gt; Joe and Val,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We hope you really are coming to visit after Christmas!  What fun is a holiday without family?!  And you guys are some of the funnest family we know!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We can't wait to see you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;R and M&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* * * * * * * * * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These past few weeks have been busy busy busy.  This week feels especially hectic.  I want to slow things down and enjoy the rest of this holiday season.  I am officially saying NO to anything after this week, and until New Years, that isn't just for my family.  Is that even possible?  I'm determined to find out.  I better get back to you right now so I can get everything done in order to make that happen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take a number,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-4159823978810442415?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/4159823978810442415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=4159823978810442415&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/4159823978810442415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/4159823978810442415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2010/12/lets-just-slow-things-down-bit.html' title='Let&apos;s Just Slow Things Down a Bit'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05766864638832719372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1lLxEK9uJo/SU7nxi8VXKI/AAAAAAAAB7M/Sv8sO0GZAuY/S220/IMG_6016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-7883601612888359993</id><published>2010-12-07T12:30:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T12:50:25.199-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stinkin'</title><content type='html'>I was a little slow-moving this morning thanks to staying up too late last night, and waking up with my head all stuffy. In an attempt to streamline our morning routine, I often leave Amelia in her high chair with pieces of food or dry cereal to munch on for as long as she'll tolerate it. That way I can speed Lindsey and Rand through getting fed, dressed, teeth brushed, hair fixed, backpacks and coats gathered, shoes on, etc. Some mornings, she'll sit for a surprising amount of time, watching us run around getting ready while enjoying whatever food I throw her way. Other days she will only sit while we are all at the table, and then I have a little buddy underfoot and into everything while we get ready.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8354.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8354.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, she had lost interest in her breakfast stuff, but was very interested in the yogurt on the table. I figured she could try to spoon out the dregs in the yogurt cup while I fixed Lindsey's hair. It didn't look like there was much in the cup, so I assumed there would be minimal clean-up. But I was wrong. She was covered! In my effort to save time getting everyone ready, I ended up having a nice mess to clean up, and a baby to bathe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8349.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img border="0" alt="Photobucket" src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8349.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Lindsey got on the bus and we got Amelia bathed and smelling lovely, we were going to head to the library for story time. I was helping Rand get his coat zipped up when I noticed a bad smell in the big kids' bedroom where Amelia was quietly playing. I figured she needed a new diaper and grabbed her to change her, only to realize she had a stink bug in her hand that she had partially smeared on her face, probably trying to eat it. Sweet! In record time she went from smelling sweet to smelling wretched. And on her hands and face no less! So she went to story time clean, but stinky! Good thing that smell has worn off so we could cuddle before her nap without me doing any dry-heaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are days when I try to think of what I accomplished during my waking hours and I come up with nothing. I wouldn't change it - except for the stink bugs...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-7883601612888359993?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/7883601612888359993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=7883601612888359993&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/7883601612888359993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/7883601612888359993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2010/12/stinkin.html' title='Stinkin&apos;'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05766864638832719372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1lLxEK9uJo/SU7nxi8VXKI/AAAAAAAAB7M/Sv8sO0GZAuY/S220/IMG_6016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-2214292456785777976</id><published>2010-11-22T13:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T14:45:41.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey Lurkey</title><content type='html'>Isn't Thanksgiving time the best? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8068.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8068.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8084.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8084.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a lovely, happy fall holiday filled with food and things to be thankful for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8079.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8079.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8131.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8131.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This ragamuffin.  Amelia is such a funny girl.  She keeps me on my toes, trying to get into everything, and I can't seem to keep her clean for more than a minute thanks to her love of wiping her grimy hands in her hair while she eats.  Amelia jabbers and talks all day long, can take lots of steps but preferrs crawling, and likes to be included with the big kids.  She loves turning pages in books when you read to her, likes to turn on and off the lights, and is still our best eater ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8129.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8129.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for these big kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8075.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8075.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsey and Rand are best friends.  Having never had brothers, I never imagined that a brother and sister could be such buddies.  (Sure, sure they have their spats, they are human after all)  Lindsey is a helper extraordinaire, loves school and wants to try every sport there is.  Rand is a sweet little guy who follows me around during the day with things we should play together.  He likes telling me (terrible) jokes, asking for snacks, and beating me in scooter races.  Those two were quite enthusiastic about raking up leaves, like in the picture above.  Until we had a big rain and wind storm that overwhelmed their raking capabilities.  Lindsey said in frustration, "You can't even tell I'm doing anything!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8116.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8116.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy to the rescue!  I'm not sure this picture does it justice, but much of the yard was covered in about a billion leaves after said storm.  Can you see the tiny Randy in the picture with his backpack leaf blower?  He ran that thing all day to gather them up, then set to work with the mower to chop and gather them up so that we had a whole day of a leaf-free yard - before more decided to fall.  Ah, trees - we're thankful for those too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8123.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8123.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much better than hand raking the acre!  Thank goodness for that Randy and what a hard worker he is at home and at work.  He's also lots of fun.  And easy on the eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;amp;current=DSC_8100.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_8100.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm also thankful that Lindsey's loose tooth finally came out last night.  That thing was disgusting and I don't know if I could have handled another day of watching her twist it backwards and forwards, and then complaining about how it hurt too much to eat.  I'm also thankful the tooth fairy remembered to visit this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally, I'm thankful that I am back to feeling normal!  Anybody out there reading this that's not related to me or a former roommate?  Well, just in case you didn't already know, baby #4 is gestating away!  I admit this has been my roughest and longest bought of morning sickness ever, making these past few months feel very very long.  I'm 18 weeks along (due at the end of April) and have really only felt normal these past couple of weeks.  I'm thankful for this happy surprise to round out our family.  It's fun that I am beginning to feel the baby moving around, making it feel more real.  Rand calls the baby "Mr. Pillow" and insists it's a boy, even though we won't find out the gender for another week.  We told the kids just a few weeks ago and their excitement has been wonderful.  And the bonus is that Amelia will have her own pal, just like Lindsey and Rand have each other.  I hope they become best buddies too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have lots and lots to be thankful for, including wonderful parents and siblings, good friends who have become our east coast family, a warm cozy house, a good job for Randy, me getting to be home with the kids, happy and healthy kids, and blessings aplenty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-2214292456785777976?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/2214292456785777976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=2214292456785777976&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/2214292456785777976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/2214292456785777976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2010/11/turkey-lurkey.html' title='Turkey Lurkey'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05766864638832719372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1lLxEK9uJo/SU7nxi8VXKI/AAAAAAAAB7M/Sv8sO0GZAuY/S220/IMG_6016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-3479958022140513303</id><published>2010-11-13T08:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T08:32:38.634-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday is a Special Day</title><content type='html'>My house needs major cleaning, top to bottom. I just can't keep up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Amelia has some funny phrases. She will say, "Tickle-tickle" while tickling her tummy, she says uh-oh, she quacks like a duck, and if you're lucky, you can get her to say "kisses." The best, though, is when you catch her with her hand sloshing around in a toilet and she shouts, "no no no!" That happens far more often than I care to admit. If only our toilets had self-closing lids. And if only our big kids flushed more often.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Rand really likes his preschool and is always excited to go, which is great. I have some reservations about one of his teachers and her grumpy, negative attitude. After much deliberation on how to approach this, we will meet with his teachers next week. I hope I can be brave and not emotional when I tell them my concerns. Luckily Randy will be attending as well - he's much more even keeled than I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rand is deliciously cute and talks my ear off all day. He's in the fun pre-reading phase of finding letters everywhere.  Smart boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lindsey comes home from school bouncing off the walls. After many failed attempts at giving each other their phone numbers (they kept writing down their street numbers), we had Lindsey's favorite friend "T" and his little brother over after school this week. "T" lives in our neighborhood and rides the bus with Lindsey. He is one of the boys from her class she says is in love with her. (Who planted those lovey thoughts in their heads anyway?) They had fun running around the yard, playing wiffle ball, climbing trees, and kicking soccer balls down the hill over and over - none of that love nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Parenting is full of fun and full of worries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall just keeps being beautiful. Our back yard is drenched in leaves. They just don't stop falling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I'm excited for Christmas here at home this year! I hope we can find some retro-looking colored lights to hang on the house. I'm sure Randy is totally excited about that project :) Rand has been asking to put up our tree for months. Just a few more weeks and we'll do it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Our next-door neighbors' house is for sale. The couple is retiring and moving south. Want to live next door? Our houses are almost identical, but they have a huge, curved and padded bar in the basement. Oh, and a lovely yard. We want to use their pool sometime, so come live by us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I visited a brand new Hobby Lobby in town for the first time this week. That place was awesome and could be very dangerous! Amelia oohed and ahhed at all the sparkly stuff the entire time we walked around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7357207652832746587-3479958022140513303?l=jiggety-jig.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/feeds/3479958022140513303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7357207652832746587&amp;postID=3479958022140513303&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/3479958022140513303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7357207652832746587/posts/default/3479958022140513303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jiggety-jig.blogspot.com/2010/11/saturday-is-special-day.html' title='Saturday is a Special Day'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05766864638832719372</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_z1lLxEK9uJo/SU7nxi8VXKI/AAAAAAAAB7M/Sv8sO0GZAuY/S220/IMG_6016.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7357207652832746587.post-4752605846898044995</id><published>2010-11-02T21:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T21:58:10.921-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Fun</title><content type='html'>This year for Halloween, Rand was set on being Han Solo.  That was a bit of a challenge since Han Solo pretty much wears pants and a vest.  But as I looked at pictures of Mr. Solo, I noticed some little details like a red stripe on his pants and a holster, which we incorporated into Rand's outfit.  While people thought he was a cowboy, he was happy to tell them he was Han Solo from Star Wars.  Cutie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;current=DSC_7845.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_7845.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Not the best picture, but you can see his side stripe and holster, rather sweet if I do say so)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindsey wanted to be Princess Leia.  White dresses are hard to come by and I wasn't up to making a dress, so we found an angel costume that was easily transformed into just the right look by shortening it, removing the wings, and adding a belt and a star-wars-ish gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;current=DSC_7874.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/DSC_7874.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part of the outfit was the buns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s617.photobucket.com/albums/tt252/MaryC_photo/?action=view&amp;current=DSC_7875.jpg" t
