<?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-3604797610776856641</id><updated>2012-01-22T18:26:36.581-08:00</updated><category term='You Capture'/><category term='Water'/><category term='Dylan'/><category term='South Carolina'/><title type='text'>Thoughts by Beth</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>164</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-4392013590880528139</id><published>2012-01-22T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T18:26:36.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sledding with The Big Kids</title><content type='html'>I have so much to share and am behind on updating on all the new things happening.  The best way to describe it as the kids have moved from babies to children.  It is fun!  The new adventure we went on today was sledding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CpYZzsjd43U/TxzE0mPV0zI/AAAAAAAAAzE/qwJLNlImAc0/s1600/IMG_1767%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CpYZzsjd43U/TxzE0mPV0zI/AAAAAAAAAzE/qwJLNlImAc0/s320/IMG_1767%255B1%255D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a kid in Highland Park, Centennial Hill was the huge hill that everyone went sledding down.  My mom, dad, sister and I took the kids and surprisingly the slope was still big today!  They have steps built in to the hill, which makes climbing up 10 times much easier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Es0Vge3J3S0/TxzE_e8yiOI/AAAAAAAAAzM/YWJ8iKJhP5Q/s1600/IMG_1769%255B1%255D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Es0Vge3J3S0/TxzE_e8yiOI/AAAAAAAAAzM/YWJ8iKJhP5Q/s320/IMG_1769%255B1%255D.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not believe how fast we flew down the hill.  Even more surprising was both kids LOVED it.  I'm not that surprised that Dylan did as he had no fear going down the huge water slides last summer at Key Lime Cove.  But Amber, she couldn't get enough.  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I was excited, but I wondered how Amber would act on stage.&amp;nbsp; Clearly, there was no need to worry as she loved the stage.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the link to the performance: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dVIoP5SqDs4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dVIoP5SqDs4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MYtHp2yzxjs/Tv5z7jJt56I/AAAAAAAAAyw/ZVxon8SQm_s/s1600/Winter+Wonder+Fest+2011+012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MYtHp2yzxjs/Tv5z7jJt56I/AAAAAAAAAyw/ZVxon8SQm_s/s320/Winter+Wonder+Fest+2011+012.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zzZfCjFU-ok/Tv50EgCPTiI/AAAAAAAAAy8/UbnDeX9SsrA/s1600/Winter+Wonder+Fest+2011+008.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-57dJmcGS_xw/TtQumEC1p2I/AAAAAAAAAyE/u2CpIAENAD8/s1600/Thanksgiving+2011+024.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-57dJmcGS_xw/TtQumEC1p2I/AAAAAAAAAyE/u2CpIAENAD8/s320/Thanksgiving+2011+024.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Six years has flown by.&amp;nbsp; When I look at this big boy, I can barely remember the days I held him in my arms as a 7 pound newborn.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Dylan is a calm, thoughtful, inquisitive person.&amp;nbsp; He has found joy in putting together intricate lego sets and spent the majority of the weekend patiently assembing Harry Potter's castle out of thousands of little pieces. He amazes me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We felt this milestone deserved a celebration and Dylan insisted on a magician and Que Rico seemed the logical nieghborhood spot for the party.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uts4IXGK0rs/TtQwONKozXI/AAAAAAAAAyM/hDAw92B0I0E/s1600/Dylan%2527s+6th+Birthday+007edited.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="316" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uts4IXGK0rs/TtQwONKozXI/AAAAAAAAAyM/hDAw92B0I0E/s320/Dylan%2527s+6th+Birthday+007edited.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started with BINGO led by Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iTGLs1N0WOs/TtQxCRNYL4I/AAAAAAAAAyU/AOjf3tJN6Fk/s1600/Dylan%2527s+6th+Birthday+026.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iTGLs1N0WOs/TtQxCRNYL4I/AAAAAAAAAyU/AOjf3tJN6Fk/s320/Dylan%2527s+6th+Birthday+026.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The magician captivated 20 five and six year olds for 45 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zvFGvJLRhHs/TtQyADW6BVI/AAAAAAAAAyc/TVrIxGyFEEs/s1600/Dylan%2527s+6th+Birthday+058.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zvFGvJLRhHs/TtQyADW6BVI/AAAAAAAAAyc/TVrIxGyFEEs/s320/Dylan%2527s+6th+Birthday+058.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We couldn't be prouder of our Dylan Ashland.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qR-PJ0Lnrp4/TtQyQx6K6RI/AAAAAAAAAyk/pbn_cct2BJc/s1600/Dylan%2527s+6th+Birthday+014edited.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qR-PJ0Lnrp4/TtQyQx6K6RI/AAAAAAAAAyk/pbn_cct2BJc/s320/Dylan%2527s+6th+Birthday+014edited.jpg" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/3604797610776856641-498489828484127661?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/498489828484127661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=498489828484127661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/498489828484127661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/498489828484127661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2011/11/six-years-old.html' title='Six Years Old'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-57dJmcGS_xw/TtQumEC1p2I/AAAAAAAAAyE/u2CpIAENAD8/s72-c/Thanksgiving+2011+024.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-1219363969938002545</id><published>2011-10-22T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T08:18:42.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can't Keep Up</title><content type='html'>I'm very behind on updating this blog since I've been spending so much time writing for &lt;a href="http://www.chicagonow.com/upsanddownsofayogamom"&gt;Ups and Downs of a Yoga Mom.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; I very much want to document as much as I can for Amber and Dylan to look back at.&amp;nbsp; So here is a quick highlight of what has been happening lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan lost his first tooth!&amp;nbsp; This was on the same day that we went Apple Picking at County Line Orchard.&amp;nbsp; We had a great time and didn't even notice that Dylan lost his tooth.&amp;nbsp; He was sad at first, but left a note for the Tooth Fairy and received a dollar and a smurf toy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eWtghldBAY8/TqLbzwbe7DI/AAAAAAAAAxU/Lcph5RDrdMo/s1600/Apple+Picking+027.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eWtghldBAY8/TqLbzwbe7DI/AAAAAAAAAxU/Lcph5RDrdMo/s320/Apple+Picking+027.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;School is going well for both kids, they look forward to it.&amp;nbsp; Dylan loves to do his homework and even though Amber doesn't get homework, we pretend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber is still loving ballet and now taking an art class.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Dylan has Chess Club after school on Thursdays.&amp;nbsp; He seems to be learning and enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qe8tVy1EXd0/TqLc2Xsf6II/AAAAAAAAAxc/nL_bwNSBjJ4/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Qe8tVy1EXd0/TqLc2Xsf6II/AAAAAAAAAxc/nL_bwNSBjJ4/s320/004.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Amber had her Educational Playgroup friends over and we learned about the Letter T.&amp;nbsp; They made masks to use to Trick or Treat and had a lot of fun.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few other photos to document our fast moving fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0BbWRZIeD7c/TqLdaDoFjYI/AAAAAAAAAxk/SHQpPwrWnX0/s1600/instagram+oct11+062.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0BbWRZIeD7c/TqLdaDoFjYI/AAAAAAAAAxk/SHQpPwrWnX0/s320/instagram+oct11+062.JPG" width="239" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This was Dylan on Yom Kippur in Indiana.&amp;nbsp; He loves going to temple and learning about the customs.&amp;nbsp; Yes, we will be joining our own synagouge soon.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gJl-nyoen9Q/TqLeNzPdj6I/AAAAAAAAAx8/4DgsID1D4vs/s1600/instagram+oct11+011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gJl-nyoen9Q/TqLeNzPdj6I/AAAAAAAAAx8/4DgsID1D4vs/s320/instagram+oct11+011.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am most thankful that Dylan and Amber love each other.&amp;nbsp; They take care of one another and look out for their sibling.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-1219363969938002545?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/1219363969938002545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=1219363969938002545' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/1219363969938002545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/1219363969938002545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-cant-keep-up.html' title='I Can&apos;t Keep Up'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eWtghldBAY8/TqLbzwbe7DI/AAAAAAAAAxU/Lcph5RDrdMo/s72-c/Apple+Picking+027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-369150897665471081</id><published>2011-09-06T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T18:12:12.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>This morning Dylan was up before 6:00 eager to get&amp;nbsp;ready for&amp;nbsp;the first day of school.&amp;nbsp; We took a few photos at home and then&amp;nbsp; Dylan and I walked to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u5RMue4CjzQ/TmaRL7MYcGI/AAAAAAAAAw4/xPo_lw3dAWI/s1600/First+day+of+school+010.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u5RMue4CjzQ/TmaRL7MYcGI/AAAAAAAAAw4/xPo_lw3dAWI/s320/First+day+of+school+010.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iPWk2VaprSk/TmaRVa-iFYI/AAAAAAAAAw8/ccyZb22fqiA/s1600/First+day+of+school+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iPWk2VaprSk/TmaRVa-iFYI/AAAAAAAAAw8/ccyZb22fqiA/s320/First+day+of+school+002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He held my hand the entire walk to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived at 7:50 a.m., it was swarming with students and parents with cameras documenting the first day of school.&amp;nbsp; Dylan found his buddy Cullen and was content waiting for Ms. Stack to take him to his classroom.&amp;nbsp; He did not want to kiss me goodbye.&amp;nbsp;Next thing I knew he was through the door and gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gHubTOwgDbc/TmaR3lgXoEI/AAAAAAAAAxA/dOVnT_jbDYw/s1600/First+day+of+school+014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gHubTOwgDbc/TmaR3lgXoEI/AAAAAAAAAxA/dOVnT_jbDYw/s320/First+day+of+school+014.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I wasn't worried, I knew he would be love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked home and had 3 hours with Amber before her class started.&amp;nbsp; The only problem was she was dressed and ready to go.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;With Dylan we were always early, but Amber we were right on time as it took forever to get her to go potty, eat her snack, brush her teeth and walk to school.&amp;nbsp; She went right into line with no problems. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d8pSXoK_hU4/TmaSyAah2PI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OAqs7Y0WCns/s1600/First+day+of+school+029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d8pSXoK_hU4/TmaSyAah2PI/AAAAAAAAAxE/OAqs7Y0WCns/s320/First+day+of+school+029.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Amber followed the instructions and walked up the stairs into the classroom.&amp;nbsp; Since all the kids went into the room before the parents, I found her standing confused and overwhelmed in the closet.&amp;nbsp; I showed her where to hang up her backpack and got her in line to wash her hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then cried and said she wanted to go home and ran to the door to escape.&amp;nbsp; I brought her to the painting center which she loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I think she will love school.&amp;nbsp; It is her first experience and will take some time for her to understand the rules and process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The best part of the day was when Dylan's class had recess at the same time as Ambers.&amp;nbsp; Dylan ran over to Amber picked her up and gave her a big hug.&amp;nbsp; He then asked Amber if she wanted to play with him and Cullen.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_B-tucQDICs/TmbEzOUWorI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/TcFP-nFFw88/s1600/First+day+of+school+017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--qWZwgEnG-c/Tj84xYBwqfI/AAAAAAAAAvI/5WcOe9SHBfE/s1600/Amber%2527s+3rd+Birthday+030.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--qWZwgEnG-c/Tj84xYBwqfI/AAAAAAAAAvI/5WcOe9SHBfE/s320/Amber%2527s+3rd+Birthday+030.jpg" width="294" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I put Amber to bed a 2 year old and she will wake up a 3 year old. Actually she is still awake, but &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; be sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend we celebrated her birthday.&amp;nbsp; It was a beautiful not too hot, not too cold Saturday at our home surrounded by all her friends, our friends and family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dj9RfN2cTh4/Tj86MD_PLyI/AAAAAAAAAvU/tSsx6bLWbW0/s1600/Amber%2527s+3rd+Birthday+099.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dj9RfN2cTh4/Tj86MD_PLyI/AAAAAAAAAvU/tSsx6bLWbW0/s320/Amber%2527s+3rd+Birthday+099.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The kids' loved playing Pin the Bow on Hello Kitty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MAf2-Uo-NmQ/Tj86Zjny6lI/AAAAAAAAAvY/d4lDM57bVNc/s1600/Amber%2527s+3rd+Birthday+084.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MAf2-Uo-NmQ/Tj86Zjny6lI/AAAAAAAAAvY/d4lDM57bVNc/s320/Amber%2527s+3rd+Birthday+084.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Splashed in the pool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rIDw1FpndLI/Tj86sCiVkoI/AAAAAAAAAvc/ziY0f_NUDWQ/s1600/Amber%2527s+3rd+Birthday+029.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rIDw1FpndLI/Tj86sCiVkoI/AAAAAAAAAvc/ziY0f_NUDWQ/s320/Amber%2527s+3rd+Birthday+029.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Running after the ice cream man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2Gv1dXNJP6g/Tj87JBl6UwI/AAAAAAAAAvg/5_UBiOVsG0U/s1600/Amber%2527s+3rd+Birthday+047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2Gv1dXNJP6g/Tj87JBl6UwI/AAAAAAAAAvg/5_UBiOVsG0U/s320/Amber%2527s+3rd+Birthday+047.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and the cupcakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SNei5OHj-Ns/Tj87YzM6V4I/AAAAAAAAAvk/NhPQvVjJrxM/s1600/Amber%2527s+3rd+Birthday+055.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SNei5OHj-Ns/Tj87YzM6V4I/AAAAAAAAAvk/NhPQvVjJrxM/s320/Amber%2527s+3rd+Birthday+055.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Even though she is a challenge, there is no one I would rather celebrate!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G8FyxrlwSoo/Tj87rvfqiBI/AAAAAAAAAvo/1MNf1pz1AnI/s1600/Amber%2527s+3rd+Birthday+011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G8FyxrlwSoo/Tj87rvfqiBI/AAAAAAAAAvo/1MNf1pz1AnI/s320/Amber%2527s+3rd+Birthday+011.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/3604797610776856641-8195594329057336007?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/8195594329057336007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=8195594329057336007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/8195594329057336007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/8195594329057336007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-3rd-birthday-amber.html' title='Happy 3rd Birthday Amber!'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--qWZwgEnG-c/Tj84xYBwqfI/AAAAAAAAAvI/5WcOe9SHBfE/s72-c/Amber%2527s+3rd+Birthday+030.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-2087216277390649305</id><published>2011-07-17T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-17T06:54:05.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Days</title><content type='html'>These days I've been lacking posting on this blog.&amp;nbsp; I've been concentrating on &lt;a href="http://www.chicagonow.com/upsanddownsofayogamom"&gt;Ups and Downs of a Yoga Mom&lt;/a&gt; and the kids.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X413zOBJ0fc/TiLn5cxh0KI/AAAAAAAAAu0/1NmC3RESmVg/s1600/015.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X413zOBJ0fc/TiLn5cxh0KI/AAAAAAAAAu0/1NmC3RESmVg/s320/015.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in a fun summer routine.&amp;nbsp; Dylan has camp 3 days a week and he is really improving on his swimming.&amp;nbsp; Amber is taking ballet and swimming and loves both.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No luck with the potty training, which is very discouraging.&amp;nbsp; I'm going to try again in a week and pray for success.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I9p3AYdbPSc/TiLou4bqeQI/AAAAAAAAAvE/xUE4ctszols/s1600/030.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I9p3AYdbPSc/TiLou4bqeQI/AAAAAAAAAvE/xUE4ctszols/s320/030.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides all that we are keeping busy with a mix between relaxing and exploring the city.&amp;nbsp; We went to the Lincoln Park Zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HpXBFX5KLNw/TiLob17OvBI/AAAAAAAAAvA/jIqJWFA6-EI/s1600/z00.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HpXBFX5KLNw/TiLob17OvBI/AAAAAAAAAvA/jIqJWFA6-EI/s1600/z00.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Street Fairs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wDsdzH26MIE/TiLoW6rPsHI/AAAAAAAAAu8/_wNQfdLM5bA/s1600/burgerfest+063.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wDsdzH26MIE/TiLoW6rPsHI/AAAAAAAAAu8/_wNQfdLM5bA/s320/burgerfest+063.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Eating straight from garden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oKa_IHeXa34/TiLoMw3PBtI/AAAAAAAAAu4/u0z97_VrsZ8/s1600/003.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oKa_IHeXa34/TiLoMw3PBtI/AAAAAAAAAu4/u0z97_VrsZ8/s320/003.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We are soaking in every minute of these long, summer days.﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-2087216277390649305?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/2087216277390649305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=2087216277390649305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/2087216277390649305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/2087216277390649305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2011/07/summer-days.html' title='Summer Days'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X413zOBJ0fc/TiLn5cxh0KI/AAAAAAAAAu0/1NmC3RESmVg/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-3191201018460838524</id><published>2011-06-30T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T19:41:34.767-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You Capture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='South Carolina'/><title type='text'>You Capture: Water</title><content type='html'>This week's &lt;a href="http://www.ishouldbefoldinglaundry.com/2011/06/you-capture-water-2.html"&gt;You Capture&lt;/a&gt; is about water and since I just returned from a week at the beach, I had a lot time to work on this challenge.&amp;nbsp; I love the simplicity and innocence of kids' playing in water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-epL7yAwmqqw/Tg0yi-DsUqI/AAAAAAAAAuk/71q-wYHSKes/s1600/South+Carolina+018.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-epL7yAwmqqw/Tg0yi-DsUqI/AAAAAAAAAuk/71q-wYHSKes/s320/South+Carolina+018.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wDwRKuolzxg/Tg0yvAgOdSI/AAAAAAAAAuo/pBI9kobspH4/s1600/South+Carolina+097.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wDwRKuolzxg/Tg0yvAgOdSI/AAAAAAAAAuo/pBI9kobspH4/s320/South+Carolina+097.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cIB58NNlRLs/Tg0y8VW05JI/AAAAAAAAAus/6pQlkRqSqBo/s1600/South+Carolina+193.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" i$="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cIB58NNlRLs/Tg0y8VW05JI/AAAAAAAAAus/6pQlkRqSqBo/s320/South+Carolina+193.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--v6nlM6vzk4/Tg0zADwmtQI/AAAAAAAAAuw/AND_6MsgXd8/s1600/South+Carolina+202.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--v6nlM6vzk4/Tg0zADwmtQI/AAAAAAAAAuw/AND_6MsgXd8/s320/South+Carolina+202.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nothing says summer more to me, than water.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-3191201018460838524?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/3191201018460838524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=3191201018460838524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/3191201018460838524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/3191201018460838524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2011/06/you-capture-water.html' title='You Capture: Water'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-epL7yAwmqqw/Tg0yi-DsUqI/AAAAAAAAAuk/71q-wYHSKes/s72-c/South+Carolina+018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-7559363683109422985</id><published>2011-06-13T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T14:16:00.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dentist</title><content type='html'>This morning my kids were jumping up and down in excitement, to go to THE DENTIST!&amp;nbsp; I have the exact opposite reaction. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went in the room with Amber because Dylan was so comfortable with the office, he went by himself.&amp;nbsp; He also got xrays done, which Dr. Bob said looked good.&amp;nbsp; He wore sunglasses since the light bothered his eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber look uncomfortable and scared, yet she sat quietly and followed instructions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZglpN6mfdmI/TfZj-wPz_2I/AAAAAAAAAug/mAfRxD_WiNw/s1600/dentist.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZglpN6mfdmI/TfZj-wPz_2I/AAAAAAAAAug/mAfRxD_WiNw/s320/dentist.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The most shocking news, that I guess we already knew, is that Amber needs to stop sucking her thumb. She already has an overbite and as my sister reminded me, she has the exact same teeth I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, neither kid had any cavities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have got our summer projects planned out: potty training and eliminating the thumb sucking.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-7559363683109422985?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/7559363683109422985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=7559363683109422985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/7559363683109422985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/7559363683109422985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2011/06/dentist.html' title='Dentist'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZglpN6mfdmI/TfZj-wPz_2I/AAAAAAAAAug/mAfRxD_WiNw/s72-c/dentist.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-5157589238777291245</id><published>2011-06-10T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-10T11:03:05.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New York</title><content type='html'>Dan and I loved traveling alone with Dylan to New York.&amp;nbsp; He was a great sport and walked all over the city with us.&amp;nbsp; He even stayed up later then we did.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H6dnvLpxWzI/TfE1BIF0aJI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/SjMDYbXwBT4/s1600/101.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H6dnvLpxWzI/TfE1BIF0aJI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/SjMDYbXwBT4/s320/101.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked a lot of questions and helped&amp;nbsp; us to appreciate the greatness of the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qyZyqlTYyIc/TfE1UIr6CEI/AAAAAAAAAuU/eWP8aphjpDw/s1600/060.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qyZyqlTYyIc/TfE1UIr6CEI/AAAAAAAAAuU/eWP8aphjpDw/s320/060.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It means a lot to us to spend time with one child.&amp;nbsp; To listen and allow them to get our full attention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7DErJaGxcfg/TfJb6sy2kSI/AAAAAAAAAuY/GbvfvW4ywyw/s1600/083.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7DErJaGxcfg/TfJb6sy2kSI/AAAAAAAAAuY/GbvfvW4ywyw/s320/083.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber didn't miss us at all.&amp;nbsp; She had so much fun with Grandma, Grandpa, Mich &amp;amp; Danny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ucnV7p4ASc0/TfJcTq_6CMI/AAAAAAAAAuc/PFSGrt7XY-s/s1600/004.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ucnV7p4ASc0/TfJcTq_6CMI/AAAAAAAAAuc/PFSGrt7XY-s/s320/004.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-5157589238777291245?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/5157589238777291245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=5157589238777291245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/5157589238777291245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/5157589238777291245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-york.html' title='New York'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H6dnvLpxWzI/TfE1BIF0aJI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/SjMDYbXwBT4/s72-c/101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-4759627437480949967</id><published>2011-05-28T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T14:44:00.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Photos</title><content type='html'>When my mom and I went to see &lt;a href="http://www.chicagonow.com/blogs/ups-and-downs-of-a-yoga-mom/2011/05/oprahs-surprise-spectacular.html"&gt;Oprah&lt;/a&gt;, I snuck in her miniscule camera to capture photos of the evening.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXBMVuudTBg/TeEUJaZ5aQI/AAAAAAAAAtk/y3rxqyPBD4c/s1600/IMG_0813.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXBMVuudTBg/TeEUJaZ5aQI/AAAAAAAAAtk/y3rxqyPBD4c/s320/IMG_0813.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Waiting outside, it was a very long line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NMde-siHWv4/TeEUfe3mnfI/AAAAAAAAAto/kUSHqITwGzE/s1600/IMG_0814.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NMde-siHWv4/TeEUfe3mnfI/AAAAAAAAAto/kUSHqITwGzE/s320/IMG_0814.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I downloaded the photos onto my computer, but instead of the 25 from the Surprise Spectacular, I downloaded 1250 of my mom's photos from the past 3 years.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like a trip down memory lane.&amp;nbsp; Many of the photos, Dylan was younger then (than?)&amp;nbsp;Amber is now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O4ZxJfNL2ps/TeEVEKCXu4I/AAAAAAAAAts/HapyW6e37mU/s1600/IMG_0562.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-O4ZxJfNL2ps/TeEVEKCXu4I/AAAAAAAAAts/HapyW6e37mU/s320/IMG_0562.JPG" t8="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This was our old condo where Dylan was born, Dylan does not remember it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q1iDGphLIlw/TeEWKhly_lI/AAAAAAAAAuA/NkQYF69-qZA/s320/IMG_2057.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;This could be Amber's first foray into the world of icecream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Z9s720AX2Y/TeEW4Eu4gSI/AAAAAAAAAuI/XM12zff3Iuw/s1600/IMG_2152.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4Z9s720AX2Y/TeEW4Eu4gSI/AAAAAAAAAuI/XM12zff3Iuw/s320/IMG_2152.JPG" t8="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mWP7dqo5oXU/TeEXESKZN4I/AAAAAAAAAuM/IIlWut5PUDE/s1600/IMG_1512.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mWP7dqo5oXU/TeEXESKZN4I/AAAAAAAAAuM/IIlWut5PUDE/s320/IMG_1512.JPG" t8="true" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is always fun to look back at see how much the kids are changing every day.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-4759627437480949967?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/4759627437480949967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=4759627437480949967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/4759627437480949967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/4759627437480949967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2011/05/old-photos.html' title='Old Photos'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KXBMVuudTBg/TeEUJaZ5aQI/AAAAAAAAAtk/y3rxqyPBD4c/s72-c/IMG_0813.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-3466836558970093209</id><published>2011-05-13T15:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T15:43:57.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing Outside</title><content type='html'>It is finally spring around here and Amber wants to spend every single minute outside.&amp;nbsp; She doesn't mind if it is hot or raining, she is outside. Sometimes she plays with her little swing and slide and pushes baby in the swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fH3iBl8S1o0/Tc2v8APQlkI/AAAAAAAAAtE/vwHgRVWOaIs/s1600/215.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fH3iBl8S1o0/Tc2v8APQlkI/AAAAAAAAAtE/vwHgRVWOaIs/s320/215.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes she helps me water the garden.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0N5FVHUtMNU/Tc2wLRU4sXI/AAAAAAAAAtI/i49nIbCx06s/s1600/199.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0N5FVHUtMNU/Tc2wLRU4sXI/AAAAAAAAAtI/i49nIbCx06s/s320/199.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes she rides her bike.&amp;nbsp; But, her recent favorite activity is to put her baby doll in the toy stroller.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZglP_Nl6upA/Tc2yLQytPzI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/Kjun2Au7IsU/s1600/231.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZglP_Nl6upA/Tc2yLQytPzI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/Kjun2Au7IsU/s320/231.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she gets my sun glasses and my keys and walks the baby in her stroller.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XDQ6KiAllHM/Tc2whfCd0lI/AAAAAAAAAtM/88LtdxczSX0/s1600/224.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XDQ6KiAllHM/Tc2whfCd0lI/AAAAAAAAAtM/88LtdxczSX0/s320/224.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today she walked the baby all the way to and from Dylan's school, which is about 8 blocks.&amp;nbsp; When we got to school, she parked the stroller where all the other mom's park the stroller.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;If she isn't outside, she is painting or drawing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tz5Ic7kxaTo/Tc2zCpghIFI/AAAAAAAAAtU/TOJxd5jvGr8/s1600/260.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tz5Ic7kxaTo/Tc2zCpghIFI/AAAAAAAAAtU/TOJxd5jvGr8/s320/260.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Or snacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fBxzow4__Wg/Tc2zLCMId3I/AAAAAAAAAtY/_gGz4EZ4Ml8/s1600/257.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fBxzow4__Wg/Tc2zLCMId3I/AAAAAAAAAtY/_gGz4EZ4Ml8/s320/257.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, check out this picture of Amber posing with her big girl smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Q6kCENMf7M/Tc2zZ3hEq5I/AAAAAAAAAtc/TxZ4D_R_GfE/s1600/192.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9Q6kCENMf7M/Tc2zZ3hEq5I/AAAAAAAAAtc/TxZ4D_R_GfE/s320/192.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one with her brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JGiViI_f0sM/Tc2zuB6DfyI/AAAAAAAAAtg/qHymxLcZNMI/s1600/193.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JGiViI_f0sM/Tc2zuB6DfyI/AAAAAAAAAtg/qHymxLcZNMI/s320/193.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We are enjoying every moment of this beautiful spring.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-3466836558970093209?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/3466836558970093209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=3466836558970093209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/3466836558970093209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/3466836558970093209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2011/05/playing-outside.html' title='Playing Outside'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fH3iBl8S1o0/Tc2v8APQlkI/AAAAAAAAAtE/vwHgRVWOaIs/s72-c/215.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-1517985682190216231</id><published>2011-04-28T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-28T16:43:18.691-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Passover Collage</title><content type='html'>I posted about Passover already, but my Dad recently sent me this collage that he created using Photo Mess on his IPad.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1c-30J1JpWo/Tbn7Lv_nB0I/AAAAAAAAAtA/vgscuJSql0Q/s1600/collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300px" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1c-30J1JpWo/Tbn7Lv_nB0I/AAAAAAAAAtA/vgscuJSql0Q/s400/collage.jpg" width="400px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how my 92 year old grandma in particular is smiling. I love how Amber is wearing a dress my sister and her boyfriend brought back from Spain.&amp;nbsp; It is a good representation of Passover (even though it only represent 50% of the people at Passover.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-1517985682190216231?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/1517985682190216231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=1517985682190216231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/1517985682190216231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/1517985682190216231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2011/04/passover-collage.html' title='A Passover Collage'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1c-30J1JpWo/Tbn7Lv_nB0I/AAAAAAAAAtA/vgscuJSql0Q/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-4075224041754773328</id><published>2011-04-27T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T08:02:54.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pink</title><content type='html'>Beth at &lt;a href="http://www.ishouldbefoldinglaundry.com/2011/04/you-capture-pink.html"&gt;I Should Be Folding Laundry&lt;/a&gt; (my favorite blog title ever) posts weekly You Capture that spotlights others' photographs.&amp;nbsp; This week's subject was pink and I knew I had to participate.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--_Popcopm-Q/Tbgu2mnvuAI/AAAAAAAAAs0/Yb1872DrjlI/s1600/IMG_1176.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213px" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--_Popcopm-Q/Tbgu2mnvuAI/AAAAAAAAAs0/Yb1872DrjlI/s320/IMG_1176.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_uTytiWEmOY/TbgvEv-I7TI/AAAAAAAAAs4/AVw1b4YRxGI/s1600/IMG_1229.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213px" i8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_uTytiWEmOY/TbgvEv-I7TI/AAAAAAAAAs4/AVw1b4YRxGI/s320/IMG_1229.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zC1yfE9mQq0/TbgvRE9n89I/AAAAAAAAAs8/jV8PUIjJZX0/s1600/IMG_1433.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213px" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zC1yfE9mQq0/TbgvRE9n89I/AAAAAAAAAs8/jV8PUIjJZX0/s320/IMG_1433.JPG" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pink is a happy color.&amp;nbsp; Check out the other You Capture posts &lt;a href="http://here./"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-4075224041754773328?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/4075224041754773328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=4075224041754773328' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/4075224041754773328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/4075224041754773328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2011/04/pink.html' title='Pink'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--_Popcopm-Q/Tbgu2mnvuAI/AAAAAAAAAs0/Yb1872DrjlI/s72-c/IMG_1176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-2306047875609690170</id><published>2011-04-25T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T06:48:12.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time For a Haircut</title><content type='html'>Dylan's hair was getting very long.&amp;nbsp; As much as I love the "surfer cut," I knew it was time to shed the excess for spring.&amp;nbsp; An advantage of shorter hair, is less fighting over brushing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan loves to get his haircut.&amp;nbsp; We go to Kid Snips and he watches a movie while sitting in a racecar,&amp;nbsp;receives a&amp;nbsp;lollipop and a prize from the treasure chest.&amp;nbsp; Not bad for $18.&amp;nbsp; This time he watch &lt;em&gt;Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do love his long hair, but I also think he looks adorable with short hair.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It shows off&amp;nbsp;his cute face more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E8_Lx5grUTc/TbYnwMWfJrI/AAAAAAAAAss/hMiUSp1LcAM/s1600/dylanbeforehair.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E8_Lx5grUTc/TbYnwMWfJrI/AAAAAAAAAss/hMiUSp1LcAM/s1600/dylanbeforehair.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BEFORE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MYak56v97Vo/TbbMzw_58ZI/AAAAAAAAAsw/cs0D1q-Qx8E/s1600/haircut.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="276px" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MYak56v97Vo/TbbMzw_58ZI/AAAAAAAAAsw/cs0D1q-Qx8E/s320/haircut.jpg" width="320px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AFTER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the first day back at school since Spring Break and the haircut.&amp;nbsp; Dylan&amp;nbsp;confessed he was worried that none of his friends or teachers would recognize him with short hair.&amp;nbsp; I chuckled at the ridiculous thought, but knew he was genuinely worried.&amp;nbsp; Dan and I did our best to explain that of course everyone would know who he was as his face was the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an adult, I am clear that to worry about such a worthless idea is a waste of time.&amp;nbsp; As a child, I was similarly scared.&amp;nbsp; I often worried about little, petty, pointless thoughts and comments from others.&amp;nbsp; I know the honest pain felt in these thoughts.&amp;nbsp; I hope I can teach Dylan to feel confident and secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily he came home from school and reported that everyone knew who he was!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-2306047875609690170?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/2306047875609690170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=2306047875609690170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/2306047875609690170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/2306047875609690170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2011/04/time-for-haircut.html' title='Time For a Haircut'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E8_Lx5grUTc/TbYnwMWfJrI/AAAAAAAAAss/hMiUSp1LcAM/s72-c/dylanbeforehair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-8172727312963139540</id><published>2011-04-24T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T19:28:46.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Day at The Museum</title><content type='html'>I wrote about our Spring Break excursion to The Art Institute of Chicago &lt;a href="http://www.chicagonow.com/blogs/ups-and-downs-of-a-yoga-mom/2011/04/the-art-institute-of-chicago.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; This is my favorite photo from the afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s7z144xx9KA/TbTcCfhcxGI/AAAAAAAAAso/1N7knNaGVFw/s1600/dandgram.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" i8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s7z144xx9KA/TbTcCfhcxGI/AAAAAAAAAso/1N7knNaGVFw/s320/dandgram.jpg" width="307" /&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/3604797610776856641-8172727312963139540?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/8172727312963139540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=8172727312963139540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/8172727312963139540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/8172727312963139540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2011/04/our-day-at-museum.html' title='Our Day at The Museum'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s7z144xx9KA/TbTcCfhcxGI/AAAAAAAAAso/1N7knNaGVFw/s72-c/dandgram.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-86107841458076261</id><published>2011-04-19T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T21:03:07.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J6hguvBqstg/Ta5Zy3_B0aI/AAAAAAAAAsc/R-YFo2j069Q/s1600/passoverretouched.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="305" i8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J6hguvBqstg/Ta5Zy3_B0aI/AAAAAAAAAsc/R-YFo2j069Q/s320/passoverretouched.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad took this photo on his new IPad last night at our Seder.&amp;nbsp; I edited it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan found the afikomen and as a reward he and his sister got new toys.&amp;nbsp; Dylan&amp;nbsp;won a Star Wars figure which he tells me is a collectors item.&amp;nbsp; Amber received a princess package&amp;nbsp;that included a crown, necklace, ring and clip on earrings.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She&amp;nbsp;proudly wore it all.&amp;nbsp; I couldn't believe that she would wear the heavy clip on earrings without a complaint.&amp;nbsp; I remember those hurting when I was younger.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was happy to be together and celebrate Passover. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-86107841458076261?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/86107841458076261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=86107841458076261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/86107841458076261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/86107841458076261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2011/04/passover.html' title='Passover'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J6hguvBqstg/Ta5Zy3_B0aI/AAAAAAAAAsc/R-YFo2j069Q/s72-c/passoverretouched.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-1392364714372634979</id><published>2011-04-12T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T15:31:03.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Haven't Forgotten About Dylan</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lE7nj8u8d9o/TaTSUyc1XvI/AAAAAAAAAsY/h5BUP7JgQ0M/s1600/IMG_1680.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lE7nj8u8d9o/TaTSUyc1XvI/AAAAAAAAAsY/h5BUP7JgQ0M/s320/IMG_1680.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My posts have been very Amber heavy lately.&amp;nbsp; That is because she is attached to me the majority of the my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary, Dylan is now Mr. Independent and I love it.&amp;nbsp; I am proud to sit back and watch himself get dressed by himself, help out his baby sister and learn.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend he rode his bike to the park with very little help from me.&amp;nbsp; He is gaining confidence, strength and stamina.&amp;nbsp; He knows to stop at every street and alley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our goal for the summer is for Dylan to learn to swim.&amp;nbsp; He is starting swim lessons next week, but I know Dan and I have to put in more time and effort&amp;nbsp;taking him swimming regularly.&amp;nbsp; It is hard in the city as pools are not on every corner.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan is registered for Kindergarten in the Fall.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Again, I am not sad, I'm proud of my boy.&amp;nbsp; When we went to the school to register, Dylan went right up to the principal and said, "Hi Mr. Price."&amp;nbsp; I was impressed because frankly I am a little nervous to talk to the Principal myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so cool to watch Dylan learning to read new words everyday.&amp;nbsp; Words are everywhere.&amp;nbsp; In the car he reads street signs, store awnings and bumper stickers.&amp;nbsp; He notices mine, Amber and his names.&amp;nbsp; And maybe to my detriment he recognizes his TV shows on the guide menu.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UtNHvGKRSvY/TaTRl9kEIYI/AAAAAAAAAsU/KgVbnvRFrLY/s1600/IMG_1767.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UtNHvGKRSvY/TaTRl9kEIYI/AAAAAAAAAsU/KgVbnvRFrLY/s320/IMG_1767.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kf3Fye3haKU/TaTRinp92_I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/2y-yW2gW4IE/s1600/IMG_1792.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kf3Fye3haKU/TaTRinp92_I/AAAAAAAAAsQ/2y-yW2gW4IE/s320/IMG_1792.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FJjfRqJuZ1I/TaTRFw6Z0uI/AAAAAAAAAsI/891KWKPm9uE/s320/IMG_1874.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is a good kid.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-1392364714372634979?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/1392364714372634979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=1392364714372634979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/1392364714372634979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/1392364714372634979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-havent-forgotten-about-dylan.html' title='I Haven&apos;t Forgotten About Dylan'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lE7nj8u8d9o/TaTSUyc1XvI/AAAAAAAAAsY/h5BUP7JgQ0M/s72-c/IMG_1680.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-2950810092335887324</id><published>2011-04-11T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T20:51:31.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She Sleeps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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I save my work and close the window I have open.&amp;nbsp; We take a&amp;nbsp;snapshot of the moment of us together.&amp;nbsp; Many days we are unshowered, undressed and unprepared.&amp;nbsp; For better or worse, these images are real. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eBulqGKcTGs/TZ56amnv-cI/AAAAAAAAArM/_bl6k99BmB4/s1600/110308-155211.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eBulqGKcTGs/TZ56amnv-cI/AAAAAAAAArM/_bl6k99BmB4/s320/110308-155211.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-shF7hrhHZsk/TZ56hJS8qoI/AAAAAAAAArQ/jUSpMWlxZ5g/s1600/110317-143027.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-shF7hrhHZsk/TZ56hJS8qoI/AAAAAAAAArQ/jUSpMWlxZ5g/s320/110317-143027.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IhoElHowQJY/TZ57K48EfDI/AAAAAAAAAr8/97dKF-Ey-QE/s1600/110329-154701.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IhoElHowQJY/TZ57K48EfDI/AAAAAAAAAr8/97dKF-Ey-QE/s320/110329-154701.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ftw5XX26bK0/TZ57PwN1yyI/AAAAAAAAAsA/macp6edouNE/s1600/110406-100243.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ftw5XX26bK0/TZ57PwN1yyI/AAAAAAAAAsA/macp6edouNE/s320/110406-100243.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love my little girl.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-2298246077404357513?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/2298246077404357513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=2298246077404357513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/2298246077404357513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/2298246077404357513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2011/04/photo-day.html' title='A Photo A Day'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eBulqGKcTGs/TZ56amnv-cI/AAAAAAAAArM/_bl6k99BmB4/s72-c/110308-155211.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-6637956129669561778</id><published>2011-04-01T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T14:09:26.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer</title><content type='html'>Dylan asked to sign up for soccer again and I think consistency is important.&amp;nbsp; How can he get good at something when he is constantly starting a new type of lesson?&amp;nbsp; Honestly, I don't think he loves it for the sport, more for the socialization and games.&amp;nbsp; We might have a class clown on our hands.&amp;nbsp; Which incidentally his father thought was super cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we were going to soccer anyway once a week, I figured it made sense too sign up Amber as well as she had expressed interest in going.&amp;nbsp; I didn't expect her to be so shy.&amp;nbsp; In the 2 weeks we have gone, I have had to hold her hand and stand next to her the entire class.&amp;nbsp; She gets interested in the games and forgets about me and I try to sneak over to the other parents.&amp;nbsp; Sure enough she immediately notices and beckons me back.&amp;nbsp; I'm hoping this improves each week.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She seems like she could be the athletic one in the family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rkSpcIGbvQA/TZY9ljBKuMI/AAAAAAAAAq4/u6Y_2_PC9fQ/s1600/IMG_1887.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rkSpcIGbvQA/TZY9ljBKuMI/AAAAAAAAAq4/u6Y_2_PC9fQ/s320/IMG_1887.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5qyfawPShF8/TZY-FuyqNPI/AAAAAAAAAq8/1kR56jDjz-8/s1600/IMG_1891.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5qyfawPShF8/TZY-FuyqNPI/AAAAAAAAAq8/1kR56jDjz-8/s320/IMG_1891.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DTpR04764rM/TZY-bBvAULI/AAAAAAAAArE/nxSrciXCYRo/s1600/IMG_1844.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DTpR04764rM/TZY-bBvAULI/AAAAAAAAArE/nxSrciXCYRo/s320/IMG_1844.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4yPKZvihDDE/TZY-kILHL8I/AAAAAAAAArI/gfnj9LMlnHc/s1600/IMG_1849.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4yPKZvihDDE/TZY-kILHL8I/AAAAAAAAArI/gfnj9LMlnHc/s320/IMG_1849.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love being a Soccer Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-6637956129669561778?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/6637956129669561778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=6637956129669561778' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/6637956129669561778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/6637956129669561778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2011/04/soccer.html' title='Soccer'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rkSpcIGbvQA/TZY9ljBKuMI/AAAAAAAAAq4/u6Y_2_PC9fQ/s72-c/IMG_1887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-2417765018593522271</id><published>2011-03-29T15:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T15:06:22.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I Going to Do With So Many Bananas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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7:00 a.m.&amp;nbsp; I am soundly sleeping in my bed.&amp;nbsp; Dan is in the shower.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am jolted out of bed as I hear Dan leave the bathroom and begin yelling at Dylan.&amp;nbsp; I jump up to see Dylan has drawn, with black crayon, all over the wall outside our bathroom and door.&amp;nbsp; All over.&amp;nbsp; There was batman and a village and it said Mom and Dad.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan was hysterical.&amp;nbsp; He knew he had done something wrong and felt terrible.&amp;nbsp; Dan explained to him about taking responsibility for his actions and I promised that I don't "hate" him.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some elbow grease and serious cleaning spray, the damage is disappeared.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Amber doesn't get any ideas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-4946109348826052963?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/4946109348826052963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=4946109348826052963' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/4946109348826052963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/4946109348826052963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2011/03/drawing-on-walls.html' title='Drawing on the Walls'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</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-3604797610776856641.post-7727977184680353834</id><published>2011-03-19T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T20:30:32.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep Issues</title><content type='html'>Amber is going through something.&amp;nbsp; She isn't tired for her nap until close to 2:00.&amp;nbsp; I wake her by 4:00 because I know she needs to go to bed in a few hours.&amp;nbsp; She hasn't been going to be &lt;em&gt;until 11:00&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Dan and I are waiting for her to fall asleep so we can go to bed.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The days when she doesn't nap, she still goes to bed late and is &lt;em&gt;extra cranky&lt;/em&gt;, so skipping the nap doesn't seem like a solution.&amp;nbsp; We tuck her in, read to her, give her water, change her diaper, put her on the potty, take out her hair, put up her hair, kiss her, hug her and repeat for &lt;em&gt;hours.&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I didn't have the energy to&amp;nbsp;convince her to sleep...&amp;nbsp;so we decided to have an impromptu photo shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-BqibEX2YMs4/TYVy4Cn0uiI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v1Cfsr4Ky7o/s1600/IMG_1817.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-BqibEX2YMs4/TYVy4Cn0uiI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v1Cfsr4Ky7o/s320/IMG_1817.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-b-YjPQ1nSFo/TYVzULPA0NI/AAAAAAAAAqo/behKPrFIAac/s1600/IMG_1818.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-b-YjPQ1nSFo/TYVzULPA0NI/AAAAAAAAAqo/behKPrFIAac/s320/IMG_1818.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was hamming it up for the camera and &lt;em&gt;clearly&lt;/em&gt; not tired.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-9imS2DPYs_E/TYVzk2DHPZI/AAAAAAAAAqs/OzLYBJLtlbk/s1600/IMG_1825.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" r6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-9imS2DPYs_E/TYVzk2DHPZI/AAAAAAAAAqs/OzLYBJLtlbk/s320/IMG_1825.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Sometimes rules are made to be broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/3604797610776856641-7727977184680353834?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/7727977184680353834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=7727977184680353834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/7727977184680353834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/7727977184680353834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2011/03/sleep-issues.html' title='Sleep Issues'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</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/-BqibEX2YMs4/TYVy4Cn0uiI/AAAAAAAAAqk/v1Cfsr4Ky7o/s72-c/IMG_1817.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-1511589156107712051</id><published>2011-03-14T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T15:43:54.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>Today was a weird day.&amp;nbsp; Registration for Day Camp began at 7 a.m. this morning, so my husband had to get up early to get in line.&amp;nbsp; He didn't need to set his alarm as both Amber and Dylan were awake at 5 a.m.&amp;nbsp; It was pitch black out and although Daylight Savings time was yesterday they should have slept later since we sprang forward.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan got in line for camp registration at 5:45 a.m. and said the line was already wrapped around the entire building.&amp;nbsp; That is pure craziness to me, and I am so thankful for Dan for standing in line for an hour and a half so Dylan can go to camp this summer.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By 9:00 Amber was exhausted and fell asleep in my arms.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-tX-50I_w0OU/TX6PTg9CG_I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/T8j6xD0J9k4/s1600/sleeping2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-tX-50I_w0OU/TX6PTg9CG_I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/T8j6xD0J9k4/s320/sleeping2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which has not happened since she was a little, tiny baby.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-eMixKaUKGT0/TX6P_6VfsyI/AAAAAAAAAqY/IrA9xSLAmWY/s1600/IMG_0034.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-eMixKaUKGT0/TX6P_6VfsyI/AAAAAAAAAqY/IrA9xSLAmWY/s320/IMG_0034.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I told you it was a long time ago!&amp;nbsp; Can't even believe that is the same baby.&amp;nbsp; I don't see any similarities. I must admit, it was nice and I took time to enjoy the moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5TiwjPn_IHg/TX6PnV15NKI/AAAAAAAAAqU/0nHv8upgwmE/s1600/sleeping.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-5TiwjPn_IHg/TX6PnV15NKI/AAAAAAAAAqU/0nHv8upgwmE/s320/sleeping.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then because I didn't have a entire list of things to accomplish today, I took a photo of her ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tiDZWdFpdBk/TX6QshAlv2I/AAAAAAAAAqc/rsblegqwquA/s1600/ear.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-tiDZWdFpdBk/TX6QshAlv2I/AAAAAAAAAqc/rsblegqwquA/s1600/ear.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment didn't last long because I had to wake her up because I was teaching a Mom and Baby Yoga&amp;nbsp;Class and she came with me.&amp;nbsp; This was the first time Amber has joined me when I've taught the class and I was worried she would not listen, scream or bother the other babies.&amp;nbsp; I was wrong, she was angel child, playing quietly, imitating the yoga poses and watching me.&amp;nbsp; I wish I would of gotten a photo of her.&amp;nbsp; It was awesome to be able to bring her to work with me and we both enjoyed it.&amp;nbsp; I need to remember to bring her in more of these mellow environments.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class we went to Starbucks and had a latte, milk and veggies.&amp;nbsp; She did not want her picture taken and would not look at the camera.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ulRMlyCS1rU/TX6Q9M-5ZAI/AAAAAAAAAqg/3kWjFPB1phs/s1600/starbucks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="238" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ulRMlyCS1rU/TX6Q9M-5ZAI/AAAAAAAAAqg/3kWjFPB1phs/s320/starbucks.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is shining so I can't complain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-1511589156107712051?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/1511589156107712051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=1511589156107712051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/1511589156107712051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/1511589156107712051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2011/03/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</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/-tX-50I_w0OU/TX6PTg9CG_I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/T8j6xD0J9k4/s72-c/sleeping2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-2467644018968701919</id><published>2011-03-08T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T12:55:35.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Faces</title><content type='html'>As I mentioned in&amp;nbsp;the previous post, I recently got a new computer (courtesy of my new bosses and in laws) and we've been having fun with the webcam.&amp;nbsp; I enjoy the below photos because they seem more natural to me then taken with a camera.&amp;nbsp; Also, I don't think the kids have completely grasped the concept that there is a camera inside our computer.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-erfWWWFD4xE/TXaOK0bbMeI/AAAAAAAAAp4/Mw_Fny3JoIY/s1600/110304-172912.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-erfWWWFD4xE/TXaOK0bbMeI/AAAAAAAAAp4/Mw_Fny3JoIY/s320/110304-172912.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6k5tfv2GzJs/TXaOb0L-RUI/AAAAAAAAAp8/pEUxXyvuTuY/s1600/110306-161338.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" q6="true" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-6k5tfv2GzJs/TXaOb0L-RUI/AAAAAAAAAp8/pEUxXyvuTuY/s320/110306-161338.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-_pMfPxVvHe0/TXaOqi9qFFI/AAAAAAAAAqA/oEgn1wcSoBc/s1600/110306-161426.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" q6="true" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-_pMfPxVvHe0/TXaOqi9qFFI/AAAAAAAAAqA/oEgn1wcSoBc/s320/110306-161426.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-t8leCW-1i2w/TXaPTNN6MJI/AAAAAAAAAqI/2bnVDgGOkY0/s1600/110307-170557.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" q6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-t8leCW-1i2w/TXaPTNN6MJI/AAAAAAAAAqI/2bnVDgGOkY0/s320/110307-170557.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, Amber enjoys the camera function more than Dylan.&amp;nbsp; In the bottom of the photos above, I see her as a mini me.&amp;nbsp; I can see myself in her.&amp;nbsp; Although, I don't think I was as strong willed.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We both love to take photos.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gpk__x029BA/TXaW6alKUII/AAAAAAAAAqM/IjHC6PPt0Hw/s1600/110307-170820.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" q6="true" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-gpk__x029BA/TXaW6alKUII/AAAAAAAAAqM/IjHC6PPt0Hw/s320/110307-170820.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1979615809"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="goog_1979615810"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-2467644018968701919?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/2467644018968701919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=2467644018968701919' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/2467644018968701919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/2467644018968701919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2011/03/random-faces.html' title='Random Faces'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</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/-erfWWWFD4xE/TXaOK0bbMeI/AAAAAAAAAp4/Mw_Fny3JoIY/s72-c/110304-172912.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-3562855390562163002</id><published>2011-03-04T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T15:59:40.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with the Webcam</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hoFkxjPyaHU/TWLqIQcs5tI/AAAAAAAAAp0/982wfIcf9y4/s1600/amberhug2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hoFkxjPyaHU/TWLqIQcs5tI/AAAAAAAAAp0/982wfIcf9y4/s320/amberhug2010.jpg" width="205" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I put this photo as my screen saver and it has made me happy looking at it the past few days.&amp;nbsp; The exposure and color are off, but the realness is refreshing.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my parents captured this moment when&amp;nbsp;we had returned from a weekend away at a wedding in Shreveport last summer.&amp;nbsp; As soon as I got out of the car Amber ran over to me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly feel this way every time I see her.&amp;nbsp; I hope the feeling never gets old.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-2103142916093952109?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/2103142916093952109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=2103142916093952109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/2103142916093952109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/2103142916093952109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2011/02/something-about-this-photo.html' title='Something About This Photo'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hoFkxjPyaHU/TWLqIQcs5tI/AAAAAAAAAp0/982wfIcf9y4/s72-c/amberhug2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-2353156140364532590</id><published>2011-02-14T07:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T07:49:28.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amber and Dylan These Days</title><content type='html'>Lately I've mostly been posting events that are happening in our lives, I feel I haven't had time to really write about the type of children&amp;nbsp;my two little babies have grown into.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber is so different than Dylan.&amp;nbsp; She is stubborn and decisive.&amp;nbsp; She picks out her outfits and comes up with the craziest combinations.&amp;nbsp; I have decided instead of fighting with her and insisting she wear the gap jeans and striped turtleneck I will allow her to use her creativity and choose her own outfits.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-isEBUgUGgrk/TVdjkd9H_2I/AAAAAAAAApo/Knzuc28M5S8/s1600/amber+outfits.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-isEBUgUGgrk/TVdjkd9H_2I/AAAAAAAAApo/Knzuc28M5S8/s320/amber+outfits.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves her big brother and calls him Ada.&amp;nbsp; Not sure why.&amp;nbsp; She can say Dylan, but prefers to call him his nickname, which I think is an adorable term of endearment.&amp;nbsp; She misses him when he is at school and likewise he is very protective and helpful with her.&amp;nbsp; It is adorable.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8UbzA2jdiIU/TVgWBWueMiI/AAAAAAAAAps/Lr4ggxeoq1s/s1600/bath2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8UbzA2jdiIU/TVgWBWueMiI/AAAAAAAAAps/Lr4ggxeoq1s/s320/bath2011.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber is ready to be potty trained.&amp;nbsp; My attitude is 100% different than it was with Dylan.&amp;nbsp; I am not stressing, I know she will go on the potty as every kid eventually does.&amp;nbsp; With Dylan we would sit for hours waiting for him to go and he wouldn't until the moment we put his diaper back on. Amber loves to go, but insists on doing the whole process by herself.&amp;nbsp; She insists on getting her sticker after she goes.&amp;nbsp; The one day I let her wear her princess underwear without a diaper she peed in her underwear and it didn't seem to bother her at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan has really grown up.&amp;nbsp; His memory is unbelievable.&amp;nbsp; He loves to talk and reason and ask questions, sometimes to my detriment.&amp;nbsp; If I tell Dylan he cannot do something, he responds with a quick witted response that makes sense and it is hard to say no.&amp;nbsp; He enjoys learning, his friends and superheroes.&amp;nbsp; He is definitely ready to start Kindergarten next year.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wrote his name on every valentine by himself (with the help of Grandma) and is slowly learning to read. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vpAFP88RjCE/TVlOzAZsfSI/AAAAAAAAApw/Njq1r3HuG04/s1600/IMG_1491.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vpAFP88RjCE/TVlOzAZsfSI/AAAAAAAAApw/Njq1r3HuG04/s320/IMG_1491.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remind myself daily to remember this time.&amp;nbsp; My kids are growing so fast, I can barely keep up.&amp;nbsp; One day they are babies and now they are thinking, talking, functioning humans.&amp;nbsp; I'm almost scared to close my eyes and see what happens next.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-2353156140364532590?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/2353156140364532590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=2353156140364532590' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/2353156140364532590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/2353156140364532590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2011/02/amber-and-dylan-these-days.html' title='Amber and Dylan These Days'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-isEBUgUGgrk/TVdjkd9H_2I/AAAAAAAAApo/Knzuc28M5S8/s72-c/amber+outfits.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-4002695094893897887</id><published>2011-02-02T16:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T16:41:52.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 1, 2011</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was Dan's 34th Birthday.&amp;nbsp; We had plans to try a new restaurant called &lt;a href="http://www.thepurplepigchicago.com/"&gt;Purple Pig&lt;/a&gt; and Grandma was going to come babysit.&amp;nbsp; That didn't happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead we celebrated Dan's birthday during the Chicago Blizzard of 2011.&amp;nbsp; We felt lucky to be stuck inside together as it took many people hours to get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan and I prepared a Treasure Hunt for Dan once he arrived home from work.&amp;nbsp; Clues sent us all running throughout the house culminating with his gift of a new winter jacket and cupcakes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TUn0BLRgGEI/AAAAAAAAApY/UJEYdMgQ_g4/s1600/IMG_1551.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TUn0BLRgGEI/AAAAAAAAApY/UJEYdMgQ_g4/s320/IMG_1551.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once cake was done and the kids were in bed, I cooked Dan a dinner of scallops, parsnip puree and spinach. Thank you to my sister-in-law, Malia, for the step by step instructions it even tasted better than it looked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TUn2Hiir57I/AAAAAAAAApc/6CMpcZ7LzkE/s1600/dansdinner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TUn2Hiir57I/AAAAAAAAApc/6CMpcZ7LzkE/s320/dansdinner.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner we watched the snow increase, read stories online of victims stuck on Lake Shore Drive, texted friends with their power out and went outside to check the storm's progress.&amp;nbsp; We stayed up much later than we normally would and we know we will both remember this birthday much longer than we would remember any other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TUn4ehyBvoI/AAAAAAAAApg/hZhP-UA0Jfw/s1600/IMG_1621.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TUn4ehyBvoI/AAAAAAAAApg/hZhP-UA0Jfw/s320/IMG_1621.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We were reminded this birthday that sometimes the simple times make more memories than the fancy ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-4002695094893897887?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/4002695094893897887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=4002695094893897887' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/4002695094893897887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/4002695094893897887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2011/02/february-1-2011.html' title='February 1, 2011'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TUn0BLRgGEI/AAAAAAAAApY/UJEYdMgQ_g4/s72-c/IMG_1551.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-3276178017028328293</id><published>2011-01-21T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T10:50:52.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Ballerina</title><content type='html'>An adorable new ballet store opened in Roscoe Village owned by a local mom of two.&amp;nbsp; As soon as I saw it was there, I felt giddy imagining Amber in head to toe pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TTnSHhwj9nI/AAAAAAAAApQ/NfBHEtUPKnE/s1600/ballet.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TTnSHhwj9nI/AAAAAAAAApQ/NfBHEtUPKnE/s320/ballet.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandma took her to her first class as I was on a school field trip with Dylan to the Chicago Children's Museum.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had the chance to finally see Amber at ballet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TTTHd9idouI/AAAAAAAAApI/lFQODAMvtZo/s1600/IMG_1440.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TTTHd9idouI/AAAAAAAAApI/lFQODAMvtZo/s320/IMG_1440.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was definitely overwhelming for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TTnVNrkZdSI/AAAAAAAAApU/IeyvhjxBYao/s1600/IMG_1451.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" s5="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TTnVNrkZdSI/AAAAAAAAApU/IeyvhjxBYao/s320/IMG_1451.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan, who had no school today because of Martin Luther King Day, said "she isn't being a good listener!"&amp;nbsp; I explained it wasn't that she wasn't listening, she has never gone to school before and isn't used to following directions.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TTmgexVjNTI/AAAAAAAAApM/1gpuaRYA8VM/s1600/IMG_1458.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" s5="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TTmgexVjNTI/AAAAAAAAApM/1gpuaRYA8VM/s320/IMG_1458.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two is young to be doing ballet.&amp;nbsp; But, I imagine improvement with every class and it so cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-3276178017028328293?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/3276178017028328293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=3276178017028328293' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/3276178017028328293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/3276178017028328293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2011/01/our-ballerina.html' title='Our Ballerina'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TTnSHhwj9nI/AAAAAAAAApQ/NfBHEtUPKnE/s72-c/ballet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-6597989273304771704</id><published>2011-01-14T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T07:10:44.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guest Blogging</title><content type='html'>I am proud of my Guest Post&amp;nbsp;at &lt;a href="http://chicago.timeout.com/section/kids"&gt;Time Out Chicago Kids&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I wrote about exercising with your children, a topic that I feel passionate about.&amp;nbsp; It is important at a young age to teach children the importance of being active.&amp;nbsp; Check it out &lt;a href="http://kids.blogs.chicago.timeout.com/2011/01/11/lets-get-physical-exercising-with-kids-in-chicago/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping this opens the doors for other opportunities to continue writing and sharing my thoughts.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-6597989273304771704?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/6597989273304771704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=6597989273304771704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/6597989273304771704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/6597989273304771704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2011/01/guest-blogging.html' title='Guest Blogging'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-8205229478893930182</id><published>2011-01-12T12:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T12:16:59.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As Close as I'm Getting to Florida These Days</title><content type='html'>My kids love juice.&amp;nbsp; They suck it down so fast sometimes they forget to breathe.&amp;nbsp; I try to limit juice to special occasions or when someone is sick.&amp;nbsp; Florida's Natural Orange Juice is 100% juice, so I feel comfortable allowing my&amp;nbsp;children to drink it knowing they are getting all natural juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TSzBlLSxIBI/AAAAAAAAApE/VuoKSEqVPD4/s1600/OriginalCarton.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TSzBlLSxIBI/AAAAAAAAApE/VuoKSEqVPD4/s320/OriginalCarton.gif" width="230" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Smile.ly sent me a free sample of Florida's Natural Orange Juice and of course the kids were thrilled.&amp;nbsp; I was happy to&amp;nbsp;share with them because this juice is not imported and every drop of the orange juice comes from only homegrown Florida oranges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Vitamin C is especially good this time of year since it seems there is constantly a child with a runny nose in my house.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile.ly also sent me some coupons to share with you.&amp;nbsp; Comment and let me know why you would like to buy Florida's Natural Orange Juice and your address and I'll send it to you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-8205229478893930182?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/8205229478893930182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=8205229478893930182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/8205229478893930182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/8205229478893930182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2011/01/as-close-as-im-getting-to-florida-these.html' title='As Close as I&apos;m Getting to Florida These Days'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TSzBlLSxIBI/AAAAAAAAApE/VuoKSEqVPD4/s72-c/OriginalCarton.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-5102596976426986246</id><published>2011-01-06T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T13:05:14.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Wonderland</title><content type='html'>During Winter Vacation we made our second annual trip to Navy Pier's Winter Wonderland.&amp;nbsp; This year we were super lucky to have Aunt Mich join us for 2 reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; I could of never managed both children by myself.&lt;br /&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; She isn't terrified of rides like I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mich took Dylan on the first spinning ride and she said it was a highlight of 2010, that is how much fun they had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TSYsTSlJ5mI/AAAAAAAAAo4/5iOrnutJnRY/s1600/IMG_1272.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TSYsTSlJ5mI/AAAAAAAAAo4/5iOrnutJnRY/s320/IMG_1272.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan was screaming a happy scream, Mich was laughing, I was laughing cause they were going so fast I couldn't get a photo and Amber was repeatedly saying, "no!"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It was spinning very fast, I definitely would not of survived that ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, we went to the Ferris Wheel.&amp;nbsp; Dylan and I rode together and I was scared.&amp;nbsp; Dylan was cool as a cucumber making me nervous as he shook the carriage we were sitting in.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle and Amber rode together and she said Amber was quiet the entire time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TSYtdAkczUI/AAAAAAAAAo8/RBWeTX3GRHE/s1600/IMG_1306.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TSYtdAkczUI/AAAAAAAAAo8/RBWeTX3GRHE/s320/IMG_1306.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a nice lunch and managed to get a group photo taken by one of the nice ladies we shared our lunch table with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TSYt7YixP4I/AAAAAAAAApA/9J5oBzQO2S4/s1600/IMG_1310.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TSYt7YixP4I/AAAAAAAAApA/9J5oBzQO2S4/s320/IMG_1310.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We escaped before the crowds began to descend upon us.&amp;nbsp; A good time was had by all.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-5102596976426986246?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/5102596976426986246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=5102596976426986246' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/5102596976426986246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/5102596976426986246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2011/01/winter-wonderland.html' title='Winter Wonderland'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TSYsTSlJ5mI/AAAAAAAAAo4/5iOrnutJnRY/s72-c/IMG_1272.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-4558033158464419613</id><published>2011-01-01T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T06:52:17.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!!</title><content type='html'>We ended 2010 with a relaxing barbecue dinner at Grandma and Grandpa's house.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TR88ZZfycCI/AAAAAAAAAoo/X--tNv-4qyA/s1600/IMG_1364.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TR88ZZfycCI/AAAAAAAAAoo/X--tNv-4qyA/s320/IMG_1364.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is always fun to celebrate through kid's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TR89RCYlH5I/AAAAAAAAAos/mFfTJJxN6mY/s1600/IMG_1358.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TR89RCYlH5I/AAAAAAAAAos/mFfTJJxN6mY/s320/IMG_1358.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all agree 2011 is going to be a good year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TR89zUfGYLI/AAAAAAAAAow/BaVXhOi8r3c/s1600/IMG_1367.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TR89zUfGYLI/AAAAAAAAAow/BaVXhOi8r3c/s320/IMG_1367.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What better way to end 2010 and kick off 2011 then with family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TR8_OXk5JVI/AAAAAAAAAo0/xFnKAZsZS1M/s1600/IMG_1390.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TR8_OXk5JVI/AAAAAAAAAo0/xFnKAZsZS1M/s320/IMG_1390.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-4558033158464419613?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/4558033158464419613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=4558033158464419613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/4558033158464419613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/4558033158464419613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2011/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!!'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TR88ZZfycCI/AAAAAAAAAoo/X--tNv-4qyA/s72-c/IMG_1364.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-5094478206681847553</id><published>2010-12-29T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T14:55:24.368-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cabin Fever</title><content type='html'>We have done a good&amp;nbsp;job of making the most of our Winter Break keeping busy and exploring.&amp;nbsp; I wanted to have one day where we didn't have to rush to get dressed and out the door.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we hung around in our pajamas enjoying the down time.&amp;nbsp; Then nap time came and I brought Amber to her room and all seemed right.&amp;nbsp; Fast forward 30 minutes and I checked on her and she had smeared diaper cream all over her carpet, stuffed animals and self.&amp;nbsp; I wish I took a photo, but I was too frustrated to think of it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I cleaned everything, I told the kids to put on their boots and jackets because I had to get out of the house.&amp;nbsp; We bundled and got Levon and went on a snowy walk. At the last minute I grabbed my camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't too cold or icy and we were quietly enjoying the fresh air and movement.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TRu43WTmhfI/AAAAAAAAAoU/oFB4mPjs0Uc/s1600/IMG_1341.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TRu43WTmhfI/AAAAAAAAAoU/oFB4mPjs0Uc/s320/IMG_1341.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber's walked the entire way only a few paces behind.&amp;nbsp; Her nose turned her favorite color.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TRu5bxqqyNI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GOPn-1cCYME/s1600/IMG_1345.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TRu5bxqqyNI/AAAAAAAAAoY/GOPn-1cCYME/s320/IMG_1345.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got one perfect winter photo of both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TRu6ZoDHA8I/AAAAAAAAAoc/tZhSvjV6DOo/s1600/IMG_1328.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TRu6ZoDHA8I/AAAAAAAAAoc/tZhSvjV6DOo/s320/IMG_1328.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TRu67E2fW7I/AAAAAAAAAog/dPBSjYa4VIM/s1600/IMG_1349.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TRu67E2fW7I/AAAAAAAAAog/dPBSjYa4VIM/s320/IMG_1349.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan who is five years old took this photo of me.&amp;nbsp; I was&amp;nbsp;terrified he was going to drop my camera, but he proved me wrong and impressed me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TRu7Ti3b5kI/AAAAAAAAAok/r4qs-OJNrU8/s1600/IMG_1338.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TRu7Ti3b5kI/AAAAAAAAAok/r4qs-OJNrU8/s320/IMG_1338.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It was a good day and the best part is I didn't spend a penny.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-5094478206681847553?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/5094478206681847553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=5094478206681847553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/5094478206681847553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/5094478206681847553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2010/12/cabin-fever.html' title='Cabin Fever'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TRu43WTmhfI/AAAAAAAAAoU/oFB4mPjs0Uc/s72-c/IMG_1341.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-5960215030197635960</id><published>2010-12-26T12:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T12:56:46.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Make a Messterpiece</title><content type='html'>We decided to take advantage of the time off of school and try out &lt;a href="http://www.makeamessterpiece.com/"&gt;Make a Messterpiece&lt;/a&gt; in Glenview.&amp;nbsp;It was different then the usual kid activity places we have visited, this one required the kids to be more focused.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber was in heaven.&amp;nbsp; They had tables of markers, paints, glitter, stickers and glue and she gladly moved from table, to easel to table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TRepckK-99I/AAAAAAAAAoE/AlCDBdUQ_00/s1600/ambermess.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TRepckK-99I/AAAAAAAAAoE/AlCDBdUQ_00/s320/ambermess.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dylan was quick to tell me that he didn't like art so would not enjoy this place.&amp;nbsp; He later admitted he was wrong and enjoyed the science and cooking stations the best.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also loved the drums, this is where the kids get completely covered and played drums to music as the paint on the drums splatters everywhere.&amp;nbsp; It reminded me of Blue Man Group.&amp;nbsp; Amber was not interested in going inside the drum booth, but she did get dressed in the entire outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TRerXa9mrAI/AAAAAAAAAoI/H3AwN7FX174/s1600/kidsmess.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TRerXa9mrAI/AAAAAAAAAoI/H3AwN7FX174/s320/kidsmess.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I am thankful my mom came with us as it made it much easier to have one adult with each kids.&amp;nbsp; I am glad we made the trek out to Glenview during Winter Break to enjoy something new.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-5960215030197635960?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/5960215030197635960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=5960215030197635960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/5960215030197635960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/5960215030197635960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2010/12/make-messterpiece.html' title='Make a Messterpiece'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TRepckK-99I/AAAAAAAAAoE/AlCDBdUQ_00/s72-c/ambermess.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-8094852945479563772</id><published>2010-12-17T13:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T13:49:05.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Winter Assembly</title><content type='html'>Today was Dylan's Audoban School Winter Assembly.&amp;nbsp; Miss Slotnick picked Dylan, Henry and one other girl to sing a trio in the front of the stage.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, Dylan has a cold and wasn't 100%, but he still did great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/Vh580Hud67Q/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vh580Hud67Q?f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Vh580Hud67Q?f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids also sang The Magic of a Smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/shRQt6gX78E/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/shRQt6gX78E?f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/shRQt6gX78E?f=user_uploads&amp;c=google-webdrive-0&amp;app=youtube_gdata" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a proud mom.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-8094852945479563772?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/8094852945479563772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=8094852945479563772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/8094852945479563772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/8094852945479563772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2010/12/winter-assembly.html' title='The Winter Assembly'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-2282308848787832281</id><published>2010-12-12T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T17:10:43.004-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sing a Song</title><content type='html'>Every night before bed Amber and I sing the same 4 songs.&amp;nbsp; The ABCs, Twinkle Twinkle, Ba Ba Black Sheep and Rock A By Baby.&amp;nbsp; When we first began this ritual I sang and Amber sucked her thumb.&amp;nbsp; Slowly, I heard Amber learn all the words.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I tried to record her singing and of course Dylan got wind of what we are doing and insisted to be a part of it.&amp;nbsp; I am having problems uploading the video.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully, I'll be able to add it later.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;In other news, Dylan sang the entire Hanukkah prayer for me tonight.&amp;nbsp; Many of the words were wrong, but it was amazing to see that by simply listening to us recite the prayer the past 6 nights he learned it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mental note: Kids hear and remember everything we say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-2282308848787832281?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/2282308848787832281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=2282308848787832281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/2282308848787832281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/2282308848787832281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2010/12/sing-song.html' title='Sing a Song'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-34476017583326831</id><published>2010-12-05T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T17:03:35.998-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Party</title><content type='html'>Since Dylan was born a Thanksgiving baby we have enjoyed celebrating his birthday with the holiday every year.&amp;nbsp; Now that he is 5 it was decided he deserved a party with all his friends to celebrate the milestone.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We invited his whole class plus some other friends for an afternoon of pure 5 year old enjoyment.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TPw1PUZCOmI/AAAAAAAAAn8/HSpzBumMGLM/s1600/IMG_0921.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TPw1PUZCOmI/AAAAAAAAAn8/HSpzBumMGLM/s320/IMG_0921.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The kids played soccer.&amp;nbsp; They have so much energy running around smiling and listening to the coach.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TPvkO8pSYTI/AAAAAAAAAnc/nb0KRYwpmLo/s1600/IMG_1012.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TPvkO8pSYTI/AAAAAAAAAnc/nb0KRYwpmLo/s320/IMG_1012.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;They drank juice, which was a special treat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TPvllLOQYBI/AAAAAAAAAng/fMfxhBzXziY/s1600/IMG_1047.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TPvllLOQYBI/AAAAAAAAAng/fMfxhBzXziY/s320/IMG_1047.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ate pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TPv3AWbzFEI/AAAAAAAAAnk/3MsxJLbyOU0/s1600/IMG_1043.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TPv3AWbzFEI/AAAAAAAAAnk/3MsxJLbyOU0/s320/IMG_1043.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoyed Batman birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TPv47D4Rz7I/AAAAAAAAAno/_V5Lp-IYjYg/s1600/IMG_1050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TPv47D4Rz7I/AAAAAAAAAno/_V5Lp-IYjYg/s320/IMG_1050.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TPv5rNtODjI/AAAAAAAAAns/4junuQ2EyZ0/s1600/IMG_1102.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Watching the kids faces as they discovered the bounce houses was worth every penny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TPv6WsLNaUI/AAAAAAAAAnw/NLqVCYYRCq8/s1600/IMG_1078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TPv6WsLNaUI/AAAAAAAAAnw/NLqVCYYRCq8/s320/IMG_1078.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they spotted The Mascot.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TPv9p-cEw7I/AAAAAAAAAn0/e5jArfUH0GY/s1600/IMG_1132.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TPv9p-cEw7I/AAAAAAAAAn0/e5jArfUH0GY/s320/IMG_1132.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TPv-LqvvPtI/AAAAAAAAAn4/6qmhVihqiqE/s1600/IMG_1090.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TPv-LqvvPtI/AAAAAAAAAn4/6qmhVihqiqE/s320/IMG_1090.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What a great way to celebrate 5 years!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TPv5rNtODjI/AAAAAAAAAns/4junuQ2EyZ0/s320/IMG_1102.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-34476017583326831?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/34476017583326831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=34476017583326831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/34476017583326831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/34476017583326831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2010/12/party.html' title='The Party'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TPw1PUZCOmI/AAAAAAAAAn8/HSpzBumMGLM/s72-c/IMG_0921.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-7513398507879150958</id><published>2010-11-28T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T08:24:39.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIVE</title><content type='html'>Dear Dylan,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 5th Birthday!&amp;nbsp; This weekend we have been reminiscing the day you were born.&amp;nbsp; It was a cold Thanksgiving weekend filled with family and so much love.&amp;nbsp; Our whole family was anxiously awaiting at the hospital for your arrival.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you were a baby I loved feeding, changing and dressing you.&amp;nbsp; I never imagined that today you would be my buddy, pal and partner.&amp;nbsp; Of course I am still and always will be very much your mother, I am thankful for your support you give to me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TPKB-5GUB8I/AAAAAAAAAnU/_im1G0PV-Lo/s1600/IMG_0870.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TPKB-5GUB8I/AAAAAAAAAnU/_im1G0PV-Lo/s320/IMG_0870.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;When I'm sad, you always tell me to be happy.&amp;nbsp; When I'm worried, you logically explain it will work out.&amp;nbsp; When I'm mad, your cute face soon makes me forget why I was once angry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you,&lt;br /&gt;Your Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-7513398507879150958?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/7513398507879150958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=7513398507879150958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/7513398507879150958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/7513398507879150958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2010/11/five.html' title='FIVE'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TPKB-5GUB8I/AAAAAAAAAnU/_im1G0PV-Lo/s72-c/IMG_0870.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-6564966358085034494</id><published>2010-11-22T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T13:56:31.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New and Exciting</title><content type='html'>This blog has been a little neglected lately as I've been working on a new blog for &lt;a href="http://www.chicagonow.com/"&gt;Chicago Now.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp; I will continue to write this blog as more of an online diary for Dylan and Amber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new blog is &lt;a href="http://www.chicagonow.com/upsanddownsofayogamom"&gt;Ups and Downs of a Yoga Mom&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I am hoping for this to be more of a general blog of the chaos all parents experience when raising their children.&amp;nbsp; It is so important that I get visits and comments at Chicago Now as that is how they will measure my readership and want to keep me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really is a dream come true for me as I've always wanted to be a writer.&amp;nbsp; I began college studying journalism and spent some time after college trying to write a novel.&amp;nbsp; Blogging is perfect for my lifestyle and gives me a fun project and purpose when I have free time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your support and also thank you to the two little faces that give me all my material!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TOrmNzo3UqI/AAAAAAAAAnM/496MPnlrnNk/s1600/TanqueVerdeArizonaNov2010+018.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TOrmNzo3UqI/AAAAAAAAAnM/496MPnlrnNk/s320/TanqueVerdeArizonaNov2010+018.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TOrmvjnbQVI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/kxtLEOt6iWI/s1600/TanqueVerdeArizonaNov2010+021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TOrmvjnbQVI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/kxtLEOt6iWI/s320/TanqueVerdeArizonaNov2010+021.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-6564966358085034494?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/6564966358085034494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=6564966358085034494' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/6564966358085034494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/6564966358085034494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-and-exciting.html' title='New and Exciting'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TOrmNzo3UqI/AAAAAAAAAnM/496MPnlrnNk/s72-c/TanqueVerdeArizonaNov2010+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-5518681792873562633</id><published>2010-11-17T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T13:09:02.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Into the Desert</title><content type='html'>My entire family celebrated my parents' 40th Anniversary in Arizona this past weekend.&amp;nbsp; We stayed at a Ranch in Tuscon.&amp;nbsp; I was unsure how the kids would handle their longest flight yet, plus I wondered if they would be occupied during the day and&amp;nbsp;be able to sleep at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a success and amazing to look at the experience through children's eyes.&amp;nbsp; The Ranch&amp;nbsp;is so different from Chicago.&amp;nbsp; It is quiet.&amp;nbsp; No buses, taxis, honking or even traffic lights.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TOLHgC027iI/AAAAAAAAAm0/XLjQzj5MAMk/s1600/TanqueVerdeArizonaNov2010+068.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TOLHgC027iI/AAAAAAAAAm0/XLjQzj5MAMk/s320/TanqueVerdeArizonaNov2010+068.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The children's programming was so educational and fun that Dylan chose to spend every possible minute with the kids.&amp;nbsp; He horseback rode, groomed the horses, played tennis, decorated horseshoes and totem poles and ate his meals in the Kids Dining Room.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TOPu_OusT_I/AAAAAAAAAm4/GwTB7ZBEJgc/s1600/TanqueVerdeArizonaNov2010+038.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TOPu_OusT_I/AAAAAAAAAm4/GwTB7ZBEJgc/s320/TanqueVerdeArizonaNov2010+038.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TOQk2THWP1I/AAAAAAAAAnE/ifudX78dtrI/s1600/TanqueVerdeArizonaNov2010+182.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TOQk2THWP1I/AAAAAAAAAnE/ifudX78dtrI/s320/TanqueVerdeArizonaNov2010+182.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Amber stayed with&amp;nbsp;Dampa&amp;nbsp;and was easy going (besides meal times) and liked looking at the horses,&amp;nbsp;although she&amp;nbsp;had no interest in riding one.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TOQlji4t7XI/AAAAAAAAAnI/iMSYHM9bGk8/s1600/TanqueVerdeArizonaNov2010+057.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TOQlji4t7XI/AAAAAAAAAnI/iMSYHM9bGk8/s320/TanqueVerdeArizonaNov2010+057.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to spend time with my sister and her boyfriend and my mom and dad&amp;nbsp;out in nature.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TOQkP0kqGrI/AAAAAAAAAnA/ymGAB5SPkAE/s1600/TanqueVerdeArizonaNov2010+172.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TOQkP0kqGrI/AAAAAAAAAnA/ymGAB5SPkAE/s320/TanqueVerdeArizonaNov2010+172.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is often hard to get away, but well worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-5518681792873562633?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/5518681792873562633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=5518681792873562633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/5518681792873562633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/5518681792873562633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2010/11/into-desert.html' title='Into the Desert'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TOLHgC027iI/AAAAAAAAAm0/XLjQzj5MAMk/s72-c/TanqueVerdeArizonaNov2010+068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-6779851310962323994</id><published>2010-11-06T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T07:55:33.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Years</title><content type='html'>Dan and I celebrated our 7th Anniversary on Monday.&amp;nbsp; In the midst of all our Halloween celebrating, we wanted to do something that didn't involve eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We traveled 103 stories high to the Willis Tower, formally known as the Sears Tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TNVZkfVSvnI/AAAAAAAAAmk/7lqGpr4Dwqs/s1600/IMG_0848.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TNVZkfVSvnI/AAAAAAAAAmk/7lqGpr4Dwqs/s320/IMG_0848.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We timed it perfectly with sunset and it was a beautiful view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TNVphfFBXAI/AAAAAAAAAmo/CrxdFv_bMbI/s1600/IMG_0832.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TNVphfFBXAI/AAAAAAAAAmo/CrxdFv_bMbI/s320/IMG_0832.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When I first met Dan I was terrified of elevators and would of been&amp;nbsp;beyond scared&amp;nbsp;to go up this high.&amp;nbsp; I guess I am much more logical now and realize it is safe.&amp;nbsp; We even tried out the new ledge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TNVqYmorUMI/AAAAAAAAAms/K9A4_6v-yLM/s1600/IMG_0846.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TNVqYmorUMI/AAAAAAAAAms/K9A4_6v-yLM/s320/IMG_0846.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TNVrh2rQ0rI/AAAAAAAAAmw/7E-mvzRdKsg/s1600/IMG_0837.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TNVrh2rQ0rI/AAAAAAAAAmw/7E-mvzRdKsg/s320/IMG_0837.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Dan and I always enjoy being together, trying new activities and looking at the world from a new perspective.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-6779851310962323994?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/6779851310962323994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=6779851310962323994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/6779851310962323994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/6779851310962323994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2010/11/7-years.html' title='7 Years'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TNVZkfVSvnI/AAAAAAAAAmk/7lqGpr4Dwqs/s72-c/IMG_0848.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-4919937503290299204</id><published>2010-11-01T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-01T13:08:15.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Halloween Post</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;At least six months ago, Dylan decided he would be The Cat in the Hat for Halloween.&amp;nbsp; I listened to him, but never bought the costume as I was sure he would change his mind, especially since his buddies were being Superheros.&amp;nbsp; September came and he was still adamant...as well as insisting Amber was to be Thing 2 (cause she is 2).&amp;nbsp; Originally I was told I had to be The Grinch, but felt it might ring too close to home so it was decided I could be Thing 1 and Dan would be The Grinch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The festivities began with our annual pumpkin carving.&amp;nbsp; Dylan still isn't interested in touching the inside of the pumpkins, but Dan and I&amp;nbsp;enjoyed a friendly carving competition.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TM8XYabEnjI/AAAAAAAAAmM/_Ma2Fls1WRQ/s1600/IMG_0737.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TM8XYabEnjI/AAAAAAAAAmM/_Ma2Fls1WRQ/s320/IMG_0737.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend,&amp;nbsp;we had Cullen's Halloween Birthday Party and The Roscoe Village Parade.&amp;nbsp; This was the first time Amber actually put on her costume and I was thrilled because it kept her very warm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TM8eHP9A95I/AAAAAAAAAmg/IQrx2jvzeZg/s1600/IMG_3444.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TM8eHP9A95I/AAAAAAAAAmg/IQrx2jvzeZg/s320/IMG_3444.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TM7xIwH3asI/AAAAAAAAAmI/cMGa0O2_B6E/s1600/IMG_3446.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TM7xIwH3asI/AAAAAAAAAmI/cMGa0O2_B6E/s320/IMG_3446.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was Dylan's school Halloween Party.&amp;nbsp; I was excited to volunteer in the classroom as I remember that being my favorite day of school when I was a kid.&amp;nbsp; Sara stayed home with Amber and applied Dylan's makeup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TM8ZayTVl7I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/VWPpYJowGQI/s1600/IMG_0796.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TM8ZayTVl7I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/VWPpYJowGQI/s320/IMG_0796.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday the kids spent the day enjoying a suburban Halloween with Grandma and Grandpa.&amp;nbsp; Dylan even met another Cat in the Hat at the Chicago Botanic Gardens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TM8asDswQZI/AAAAAAAAAmY/U5xKOkRdBtA/s1600/dwithothercat.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TM8asDswQZI/AAAAAAAAAmY/U5xKOkRdBtA/s320/dwithothercat.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the kids were away, Dan and I debated what to wear for our adult Halloween Party.&amp;nbsp; Dan had many rules including no headgear.&amp;nbsp; I finally decided on Salt and Pepper as Dan's outfit varied very little from an average night out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TM8Z8dLCKGI/AAAAAAAAAmU/hqOUqWqm-vo/s1600/saltpepper2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TM8Z8dLCKGI/AAAAAAAAAmU/hqOUqWqm-vo/s320/saltpepper2010.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was the perfect finale to our whirlwind Halloween extravaganza.&amp;nbsp; We trick or treated as a family and found a few busy streets by the school that were a lot of fun.&amp;nbsp; It took Amber some time to get the concept, but once she understood she was dedicated.&amp;nbsp; She was looking for all the pink candy we could find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TM8bGu6bVOI/AAAAAAAAAmc/teoIcJOWQ0w/s1600/halloween2010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="249" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TM8bGu6bVOI/AAAAAAAAAmc/teoIcJOWQ0w/s320/halloween2010.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home in time to greet a few Trick or Treaters at our home and warm up to some warm lasagna and hot chocolate.&amp;nbsp; (Although, the kids didn't like either).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning the candy had magically vanished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to take down all the Halloween decorations today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-4919937503290299204?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/4919937503290299204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=4919937503290299204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/4919937503290299204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/4919937503290299204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2010/11/halloween-post.html' title='The Halloween Post'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TM8XYabEnjI/AAAAAAAAAmM/_Ma2Fls1WRQ/s72-c/IMG_0737.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-3249957265933684211</id><published>2010-10-22T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T12:07:50.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getaway</title><content type='html'>Sometimes when we are knee deep in our kid's worlds, I&amp;nbsp;daydream of that "simple" life Dan and I had pre- kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TL77mZwawbI/AAAAAAAAAlo/I7FP7Zr5XUI/s1600/dantrapeze.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TL77mZwawbI/AAAAAAAAAlo/I7FP7Zr5XUI/s320/dantrapeze.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Yes, that is Dan effortlessly flying through the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TL7-cNc57WI/AAAAAAAAAlw/bgTQHv3mytc/s1600/beth+trapeze.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TL7-cNc57WI/AAAAAAAAAlw/bgTQHv3mytc/s320/beth+trapeze.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;I do not look graceful or cute, but at least I did it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last weekend, we&amp;nbsp;escaped for&amp;nbsp;28 hours (I wasn't counting)&amp;nbsp; to spend together just the two of us in Lake Geneva.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have always enjoyed being active together, so I signed us up for wall climbing.&amp;nbsp; Dan tried to get out of it numerous times, but once we got there&amp;nbsp;he was at the top of the wall before I could even get my foot on the first rung. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TL8gUSnOhhI/AAAAAAAAAl0/lwewRqtjUU4/s1600/IMG_0650.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TL8gUSnOhhI/AAAAAAAAAl0/lwewRqtjUU4/s320/IMG_0650.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I did climb to the top - twice, but Dan was too focused on his climbing to get photographic evidence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TMCoFwk2q0I/AAAAAAAAAl4/Smwf5I8uyNI/s1600/IMG_0652.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TMCoFwk2q0I/AAAAAAAAAl4/Smwf5I8uyNI/s320/IMG_0652.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Although much has changed, it is amazing to talk without screaming, shirt tugging and Barney in the background.&amp;nbsp; And to sleep past 6 am is a major plus.&amp;nbsp; (Sorry, to my mom who was up at 3 am with Dylan).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TMDFzXlpFOI/AAAAAAAAAl8/aUi4qGJcjeE/s1600/danbethoct10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TMDFzXlpFOI/AAAAAAAAAl8/aUi4qGJcjeE/s320/danbethoct10.jpg" width="229" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And then we got to come home to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TMHLZjw3fXI/AAAAAAAAAmA/IF3QmSR7K5A/s1600/IMG_0634.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" nx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TMHLZjw3fXI/AAAAAAAAAmA/IF3QmSR7K5A/s320/IMG_0634.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;And this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TMHNrKoP__I/AAAAAAAAAmE/ChBJhSN8Itw/s1600/IMG_0627.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TMHNrKoP__I/AAAAAAAAAmE/ChBJhSN8Itw/s320/IMG_0627.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good weekend.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3604797610776856641-3249957265933684211?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/3249957265933684211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=3249957265933684211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/3249957265933684211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/3249957265933684211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2010/10/getaway.html' title='Getaway'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TL77mZwawbI/AAAAAAAAAlo/I7FP7Zr5XUI/s72-c/dantrapeze.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-5333029495821910760</id><published>2010-10-21T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T16:59:38.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>These are Definitely My Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.twitvid.com/player/QOOJL"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://www.twitvid.com/player/QOOJL" quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" allowNetworking="all" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-5333029495821910760?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/5333029495821910760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=5333029495821910760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/5333029495821910760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/5333029495821910760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2010/10/these-are-definitely-my-children.html' title='These are Definitely My Children'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-2861097727830028590</id><published>2010-10-13T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T10:37:17.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Crib to Bed</title><content type='html'>About a month ago I mentioned we were making the transition from crib to bed, and so was Amber.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TLNyM-uoG8I/AAAAAAAAAlc/r8eAKKK1zuw/s1600/IMG_3334.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TLNyM-uoG8I/AAAAAAAAAlc/r8eAKKK1zuw/s320/IMG_3334.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went&amp;nbsp;through this with Dylan it was so different.&amp;nbsp; He was still in his crib until Amber was born at 2 years, 9 months.&amp;nbsp; He knew once his baby sister arrived he would get his own big&amp;nbsp;boy bed and she would sleep in the crib.&amp;nbsp; This was the plan for months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, Amber does everything different.&amp;nbsp; She gave us no warning, no time to plan or even think.&amp;nbsp; She learned to climb out of that crib and would never stay in it again.&amp;nbsp; One night she literally climbed out 20 times until I gave up and put her in our bed.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, cousin Laila had graduated to a bigger bed in her new home, and Amber could&amp;nbsp;use her toddler bed.&amp;nbsp; And the next thing I knew the crib was being disassembled.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TLNyWebdxMI/AAAAAAAAAlg/_JbEcH7Ov7c/s1600/IMG_3339.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TLNyWebdxMI/AAAAAAAAAlg/_JbEcH7Ov7c/s320/IMG_3339.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That crib we bought 5 years ago when I was pregnant with Dylan.&amp;nbsp; The crib that was in our old condo with baby Dylan and then baby Amber was now a few pieces of wood shoved in the closet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TLNytPuYveI/AAAAAAAAAlk/ELpyyiWo_nY/s1600/IMG_3347.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TLNytPuYveI/AAAAAAAAAlk/ELpyyiWo_nY/s320/IMG_3347.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now we have&amp;nbsp;two kids sleeping in beds.&amp;nbsp; Well, we have two kids with beds.&amp;nbsp; One sleeps on the floor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-2861097727830028590?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/2861097727830028590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=2861097727830028590' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/2861097727830028590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/2861097727830028590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2010/10/from-crib-to-bed.html' title='From Crib to Bed'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TLNyM-uoG8I/AAAAAAAAAlc/r8eAKKK1zuw/s72-c/IMG_3334.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-6065669216553200382</id><published>2010-10-10T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T18:51:40.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>October</title><content type='html'>Pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TLJsRqX2nnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/HYfHZU4ghRk/s1600/IMG_0512.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TLJsRqX2nnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/HYfHZU4ghRk/s320/IMG_0512.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Scarecrows.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TLJshL5nUlI/AAAAAAAAAlE/OjgTTfw6Lv8/s1600/IMG_0498.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TLJshL5nUlI/AAAAAAAAAlE/OjgTTfw6Lv8/s320/IMG_0498.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Colorful Trees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TLJsz0AzFSI/AAAAAAAAAlI/aEczIKLi1H0/s1600/IMG_0468.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TLJsz0AzFSI/AAAAAAAAAlI/aEczIKLi1H0/s320/IMG_0468.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outdoor Family Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TLJtHZ4hZEI/AAAAAAAAAlM/dcWFNbTEj1A/s1600/IMG_0489.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TLJtHZ4hZEI/AAAAAAAAAlM/dcWFNbTEj1A/s320/IMG_0489.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Thankful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TLJtT5PZYoI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/BSnHDD-XEfE/s1600/IMG_0495.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TLJtT5PZYoI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/BSnHDD-XEfE/s320/IMG_0495.JPG" width="320" /&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/3604797610776856641-6065669216553200382?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/6065669216553200382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=6065669216553200382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/6065669216553200382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/6065669216553200382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2010/10/october.html' title='October'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TLJsRqX2nnI/AAAAAAAAAlA/HYfHZU4ghRk/s72-c/IMG_0512.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-3951768147755341761</id><published>2010-10-08T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T10:24:02.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>Dan and I are lucky to both come from close families allowing Dylan and Amber to have both sets of Grandparents,&amp;nbsp;nearby and active in their lives.&amp;nbsp; My family all lives in Chicago, but between every ones schedules it is hard to get us all together at once.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no doubt we would all get together for my Dad and Grandpa Arvin's 63rd Birthday.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TK9SrwRojuI/AAAAAAAAAk0/2R-0NrXI-gw/s1600/IMG_0385.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TK9SrwRojuI/AAAAAAAAAk0/2R-0NrXI-gw/s320/IMG_0385.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad we chose a laid back afternoon of pizza and pie to celebrate.&amp;nbsp; I do find it some sort of miracle that we were able to get a photo of everyone with their eyes open and&amp;nbsp;smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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I can't remember ever in 4 plus years having a babysitter arrive on a Sunday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we broke our&amp;nbsp;routine and&amp;nbsp;headed downtown to the House of Blues for the Gospel Brunch.&amp;nbsp; The city was quiet and sunny at 10 am and parking was plentiful.&amp;nbsp; We arrived to the beautiful, intricately decorated House of Blues and&amp;nbsp;were treated to omelets, waffles, jambalaya, fried chicken, salad, fruit, bacon, sausage, biscuits, orange juice and warm, strong coffee.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After enjoying the brunch, the energizing and toe tapping Gospel music began.&amp;nbsp; The choir had so much enthusiasm and it was great to see how much fun they were having.&amp;nbsp; Same with the audience.&amp;nbsp; Everyone seemed relaxed and involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TKoIKBwQ7XI/AAAAAAAAAkg/eQKIXG2DrTU/s1600/hobgospel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="196" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TKoIKBwQ7XI/AAAAAAAAAkg/eQKIXG2DrTU/s400/hobgospel.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It was nice to sit back, listen and smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-7721876306438858668?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/7721876306438858668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=7721876306438858668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/7721876306438858668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/7721876306438858668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2010/10/sunday.html' title='Not Your Typical Sunday Morning'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TKoIKBwQ7XI/AAAAAAAAAkg/eQKIXG2DrTU/s72-c/hobgospel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-4142319810225844266</id><published>2010-09-30T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T17:05:52.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She</title><content type='html'>She will only drink out of the one pink sippy cup we have in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She insists on picking out her own outfits.&amp;nbsp; Today it is a green over sized lace tank top with an orange cotton skirt.&amp;nbsp; And purple striped socks.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants to eat snack after snack after snack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She won't sit in the stroller and insists on "walk self."&amp;nbsp;We are often late to our destination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She refuses to sleep in her brand new bed,&amp;nbsp;therefore passes out of the floor nightly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TKUXW0QqPiI/AAAAAAAAAkY/lKl8NMYUEtA/s1600/IMG_0194.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TKUXW0QqPiI/AAAAAAAAAkY/lKl8NMYUEtA/s400/IMG_0194.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this girl more every single day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-4142319810225844266?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/4142319810225844266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=4142319810225844266' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/4142319810225844266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/4142319810225844266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2010/09/2.html' title='She'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TKUXW0QqPiI/AAAAAAAAAkY/lKl8NMYUEtA/s72-c/IMG_0194.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-2657374496693724357</id><published>2010-09-23T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T13:06:13.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue</title><content type='html'>In Chicago during the summer there are men with ice cream carts that hang out at local&amp;nbsp;parks and make money off of parents buying their children ice cream on a hot summer day.&amp;nbsp; These smart guys also figured it was a&amp;nbsp;economical move to hang outside Dylan's school at dismissal time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily Dylan and I disagree about whether he can have ice cream after school.&amp;nbsp; Daily I tell him that I don't have money, which is about 99% true as I never carry cash and rarely bring my wallet into school.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day &lt;em&gt;before &lt;/em&gt;I dropped off Dylan at school, he smartly asked if I had money.&amp;nbsp; I said yes, as I did that day.&amp;nbsp; He asked me to please remember to bring it after school so he can get ice cream.&amp;nbsp; I figured since he used his reasoning skills, I should oblige. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TJuySgYywaI/AAAAAAAAAkI/ZQAevk3o5Hw/s1600/IMG_3313.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" px="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TJuySgYywaI/AAAAAAAAAkI/ZQAevk3o5Hw/s320/IMG_3313.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He picked a character from some Nick show that I have never heard of and actually not sure if he had either.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;His smile was sure worth the few dollars and afternoon sugar rush..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;﻿&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TJuyPvpQ9xI/AAAAAAAAAkA/6Sf7_ENRrAc/s1600/IMG_3317.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TJuyPvpQ9xI/AAAAAAAAAkA/6Sf7_ENRrAc/s320/IMG_3317.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/3604797610776856641-2657374496693724357?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/2657374496693724357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=2657374496693724357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/2657374496693724357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/2657374496693724357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2010/09/blue.html' title='Blue'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TJuySgYywaI/AAAAAAAAAkI/ZQAevk3o5Hw/s72-c/IMG_3313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-6111453775359743859</id><published>2010-09-22T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T10:04:50.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Letter B</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Everyday Amber and I drop Dylan off at school, I have to carry Amber away kicking and screaming, "in."&lt;br /&gt;On Dylan's first day of school I temporarily panicked when I couldn't find her anywhere.&amp;nbsp; After imagining her roaming the 3 story school or worse exiting onto the street, I found her in line with the other students patiently waiting to wash her hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I considered signing her up for a 2 day Preschool, but then realized there are many other ways we could use $500 a month.&amp;nbsp; Paying parking tickets, yoga classes, a new computer, our water bill all seem like a better use for that money.&amp;nbsp; And I want to keep her home with me for just a little bit longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The timing couldn't of been better when I received an email from a neighbor and former teacher that she was starting an educational play group.&amp;nbsp; Every week we would rotate houses and focus on one letter of the alphabet.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is free learning and socializing for Amber plus a new project for me.&amp;nbsp; One of my favorite feelings is that of a new project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hosted this morning and learned about the letter B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the lesson plan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Introduce the letter B and the sound of B&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sing the Alphabet Song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Bag of B's&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; This is a &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;ag filled with a &lt;strong&gt;b&lt;/strong&gt;anana, &lt;strong&gt;b&lt;/strong&gt;all, &lt;strong&gt;b&lt;/strong&gt;aby doll, &lt;strong&gt;b&lt;/strong&gt;ackpack, &lt;strong&gt;b&lt;/strong&gt;ook, &lt;strong&gt;b&lt;/strong&gt;owl, &lt;strong&gt;b&lt;/strong&gt;ubbles, &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;ig &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;ird&amp;nbsp;etc. - This was fun as I let each child pick a surprise out of the bag.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bee Art Project&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ba Ba Black Sheep Song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;B Books &lt;/em&gt;I read The &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;erenstein &lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;ears&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt; Book and a &lt;strong&gt;b&lt;/strong&gt;oat book.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;B Snacks&lt;/em&gt; including &lt;strong&gt;b&lt;/strong&gt;ananas and &lt;strong&gt;b&lt;/strong&gt;ears (Teddy Grahams)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun to see the kids react, interact and learn. I really wanted to whip out my camera and capture the kids wide eyes, but I just didn't think it was appropriate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber was happy to have her friends over and learn all about the letter B.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TJo1SoO2CeI/AAAAAAAAAj4/_rz5dBT67KU/s1600/IMG_3298.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TJo1SoO2CeI/AAAAAAAAAj4/_rz5dBT67KU/s320/IMG_3298.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/3604797610776856641-6111453775359743859?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/6111453775359743859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=6111453775359743859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/6111453775359743859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/6111453775359743859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2010/09/letter-b.html' title='The Letter B'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TJo1SoO2CeI/AAAAAAAAAj4/_rz5dBT67KU/s72-c/IMG_3298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-695080437061722410</id><published>2010-09-15T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T10:58:37.584-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Transitioning</title><content type='html'>About a day ago Amber discovered that she could climb out of her crib.&amp;nbsp; She is so agile and athletic that I knew she could do it months ago but just hadn't put two and two together.&amp;nbsp; When I mentioned to her big brother that she climbed out his reply was, "I know, I taught her."&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then last night came and she realized at bed time, she doesn't have to go to sleep.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="background-color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;tried everything.&amp;nbsp; I let&lt;/span&gt; her lay in my bed, but she said "play."&amp;nbsp; Then, I decided I would keep putting her back in her crib, and she decided she would keep climbing out of her crib.&amp;nbsp; This repeated about 20 times.&amp;nbsp; Next, I took the gate off of her brother's room and attached it to her door.&amp;nbsp; At least she can't leave her room.&amp;nbsp; Last night she eventually passed out around 10:00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it is nap time and she has been standing at her gate crying for over 30 minutes.&amp;nbsp; I tried to console her but feel like she has to learn.&amp;nbsp; I don't want her to think if she screams I will take her out of her room.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crib tent is an option, but if we don't make the transition now then we will have to start back at square one eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we are going out of town this weekend. Should we wait to put her new bed in until next week when we are consistently home?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a long to-do list that I want to accomplish in this short time while Dylan is at school and Amber should be napping.&amp;nbsp; But, I'm scared to move as she will hear me...and cry more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is quiet now.&amp;nbsp; Should I go check on her or enjoy the silence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- - - -&amp;nbsp;-&lt;br /&gt;Update.&amp;nbsp; I checked on her and look what I found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TJEJB2Wu2CI/AAAAAAAAAjw/uM_F3TBunUw/s1600/IMG_3328.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TJEJB2Wu2CI/AAAAAAAAAjw/uM_F3TBunUw/s320/IMG_3328.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Too bad I have to wake her in 10 minutes to pick up her brother from school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-695080437061722410?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/695080437061722410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=695080437061722410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/695080437061722410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/695080437061722410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2010/09/transitioning.html' title='Transitioning'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TJEJB2Wu2CI/AAAAAAAAAjw/uM_F3TBunUw/s72-c/IMG_3328.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-8182664439500161678</id><published>2010-09-08T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T13:03:05.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Food and Good Memories</title><content type='html'>Growing up, Ron of Japan was the restaurant that I chose for every special occasion.&amp;nbsp; I have memories of my grandparents, aunt and uncle, parents, sister and friends with me there.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a Ron of Japan in Chicago.&amp;nbsp; It is a very different ambiance and vibe then the Highland Park location, but the food is the same.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wondering when we would introduce Dylan to Ron of Japan.&amp;nbsp; Dan was worried about Amber burning herself&amp;nbsp;on the grill&amp;nbsp;at the table where your meal is prepared.&amp;nbsp; I assured him it was very unlikely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went and it was a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TIfqEOfPI5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/dHtLqGqrAj0/s1600/IMG_3249.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TIfqEOfPI5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/dHtLqGqrAj0/s320/IMG_3249.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TIfqJGl9kAI/AAAAAAAAAjg/sj-wjPl1lSQ/s1600/IMG_3251.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TIfqJGl9kAI/AAAAAAAAAjg/sj-wjPl1lSQ/s320/IMG_3251.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TIfqNT-ziHI/AAAAAAAAAjo/iWbAaVOpYHQ/s1600/IMG_3252.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TIfqNT-ziHI/AAAAAAAAAjo/iWbAaVOpYHQ/s320/IMG_3252.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Dylan had his first Shirley Temple.&amp;nbsp; I think he was unsure if he liked it.&amp;nbsp; He asked for some water, but eventually finished it.&amp;nbsp; By the end of the meal, he was acting drunk - from the sugar I assume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a bunch of photos during the meal, but only one really captures it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TIfpy3gDB2I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/XQMLCjcDz7U/s1600/dylan+ron+of+japan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TIfpy3gDB2I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/XQMLCjcDz7U/s320/dylan+ron+of+japan.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/3604797610776856641-8182664439500161678?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/8182664439500161678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=8182664439500161678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/8182664439500161678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/8182664439500161678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2010/09/good-food-and-good-memories.html' title='Good Food and Good Memories'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TIfqEOfPI5I/AAAAAAAAAjY/dHtLqGqrAj0/s72-c/IMG_3249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-4430150943828750410</id><published>2010-09-06T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T06:27:03.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer is Over</title><content type='html'>Now that it is officially September and school starts tomorrow, summer is definitely over.&amp;nbsp; This time of year makes me reflect on new beginnings.&amp;nbsp; But, first we had to say goodbye to summer with a trip to the beach.&amp;nbsp; We are so lucky to live in Chicago near the beach, yet I never feel we take advantage of it enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TIEwibiA61I/AAAAAAAAAio/4G_N5DJDXYY/s1600/IMG_3225.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TIEwibiA61I/AAAAAAAAAio/4G_N5DJDXYY/s320/IMG_3225.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Levon loves the water.&amp;nbsp; It is amazing how he can swim far out in the lake to retrieve his ball.&amp;nbsp; The kids laugh as they watch him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TIEwt9MZXnI/AAAAAAAAAi4/7lNVdSHjKrE/s1600/IMG_3215.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TIEwt9MZXnI/AAAAAAAAAi4/7lNVdSHjKrE/s320/IMG_3215.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TIEx1kd46FI/AAAAAAAAAjA/uIt6OFqLVxk/s1600/IMG_3216.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TIEx1kd46FI/AAAAAAAAAjA/uIt6OFqLVxk/s320/IMG_3216.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The weather did a nice job to remind us that Summer is over.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; For the first time in months it was cold enough to wear pants.&amp;nbsp; Dylan tried on every single pair of pants in his room and most were small in the waist and every pair were way too short.&amp;nbsp; While we were having fun this summer, he was growing a lot.&amp;nbsp; Needless to say I just placed a pant order on oldnavy.com.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Summer of 2010 has brought fun, sunshine, laughter, patience, temper tantrums, water, band aids, ice cream, bonding and memories.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TITsCI0xFSI/AAAAAAAAAjI/xRbBTHG_SCA/s1600/IMG_3257.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TITsCI0xFSI/AAAAAAAAAjI/xRbBTHG_SCA/s320/IMG_3257.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Tomorrow it all begins again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-4430150943828750410?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/4430150943828750410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=4430150943828750410' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/4430150943828750410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/4430150943828750410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2010/09/summer-is-over.html' title='Summer is Over'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TIEwibiA61I/AAAAAAAAAio/4G_N5DJDXYY/s72-c/IMG_3225.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-1556154600841131455</id><published>2010-08-20T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T15:55:18.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Excuses</title><content type='html'>All summer I have made plans and talked about going to Millennium Park.&amp;nbsp; All summer I have made excuses for not going.&amp;nbsp; It has been too hot, or I haven't had anyone to go with, or I was tired,&amp;nbsp;the list goes on.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that it is nearing the end of August, I had no more time for excuses.&amp;nbsp; So we went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TG7_etKYQAI/AAAAAAAAAhA/0RzO2fr3zAo/s1600/IMG_3129.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TG7_etKYQAI/AAAAAAAAAhA/0RzO2fr3zAo/s320/IMG_3129.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This picture was taken in The Bean.&amp;nbsp; A large mirrored sculpture.&amp;nbsp; No pictures really do it justice.&amp;nbsp; But, the kids loved playing in and around in.&amp;nbsp; Well, Dylan did.&amp;nbsp; Amber stayed in her stroller a little confused.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Next, we went to hear the Kid's Concert.&amp;nbsp; Dylan and Amber were surprisingly mellow, but enjoyed the music.&amp;nbsp; As did I.&amp;nbsp; And of course they danced together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TG8BB3mBT8I/AAAAAAAAAhY/FxoN2x3wNG8/s1600/IMG_3136.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TG8BB3mBT8I/AAAAAAAAAhY/FxoN2x3wNG8/s320/IMG_3136.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Then to what I thought was the highlight - playing in the fountain.&amp;nbsp; Although, I later found out the picnic was the highlight.&amp;nbsp; I think it was the juice and chips that made the picnic the highlight.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, Amber was weary of the water, but still joined in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TG8BwKYD_LI/AAAAAAAAAho/68tOZz1ggcU/s1600/IMG_3143.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TG8BwKYD_LI/AAAAAAAAAho/68tOZz1ggcU/s320/IMG_3143.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TG8B3v-DNLI/AAAAAAAAAhw/B29jm8WC_28/s1600/IMG_3147.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TG8B3v-DNLI/AAAAAAAAAhw/B29jm8WC_28/s320/IMG_3147.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And we saw Amber's friend Braelyn there.&amp;nbsp; So they posed for some pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TG8CCbaDaLI/AAAAAAAAAh4/O7VWLeL6Zrs/s1600/IMG_3153.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TG8CCbaDaLI/AAAAAAAAAh4/O7VWLeL6Zrs/s320/IMG_3153.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TG8CHjRHUVI/AAAAAAAAAiA/aiU4J1ck3m0/s1600/IMG_3163.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TG8CHjRHUVI/AAAAAAAAAiA/aiU4J1ck3m0/s320/IMG_3163.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And I had to get in one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TG8CO0Z02eI/AAAAAAAAAiI/OzX1tzEMKc4/s1600/IMG_3152.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TG8CO0Z02eI/AAAAAAAAAiI/OzX1tzEMKc4/s320/IMG_3152.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;We definitely worked up and appetite.&amp;nbsp; It was honestly the most pleasant picnic I can remember.&amp;nbsp; We sat and enjoyed the beautiful view, good food, and perfect weather.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TG8Ch_0YOyI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/1P4yFkYrrBs/s1600/IMG_3172.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TG8Ch_0YOyI/AAAAAAAAAiQ/1P4yFkYrrBs/s320/IMG_3172.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TG8Cn6wxe_I/AAAAAAAAAiY/1S86f8uU5Dc/s1600/IMG_3173.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TG8Cn6wxe_I/AAAAAAAAAiY/1S86f8uU5Dc/s320/IMG_3173.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I wish I wouldn't of made all those excuses.&amp;nbsp; It really fun to be downtown and the whole day was free!*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;*Except for the $27 for Parking.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-1556154600841131455?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/1556154600841131455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=1556154600841131455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/1556154600841131455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/1556154600841131455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2010/08/no-more-excuses.html' title='No More Excuses'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TG7_etKYQAI/AAAAAAAAAhA/0RzO2fr3zAo/s72-c/IMG_3129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-2928608955198097613</id><published>2010-08-09T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T12:27:18.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New Pet</title><content type='html'>On Saturday Dylan and I went to our neighborhood street fair, Retro on Roscoe.&amp;nbsp; As Dylan stated, "It was the best day ever."&amp;nbsp; While Dylan enjoyed the bounce house, so-called ferris wheel and jumbo slide, I enjoyed the sunshine and wine.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TGBVrE7PL5I/AAAAAAAAAgo/qrsAA1cn50k/s1600/IMG_3072.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TGBVrE7PL5I/AAAAAAAAAgo/qrsAA1cn50k/s320/IMG_3072.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued East until we spotted the games.&amp;nbsp; This is where my wallet became much lighter.&amp;nbsp; Every game was a minimum of $5 and&amp;nbsp;the prize&amp;nbsp;was a stuffed Spongebob - size according to how much you spent (not how well the child did).&amp;nbsp; But, then I spotted the fish bowl game and happily handed over my $5 for the ping pong balls.&amp;nbsp; Dylan and I alternated our throws simultaneously missing the bowl.&amp;nbsp; Then the man who was clearly tired and hot from a long day, said "I'll make a deal with you, you buy one more round and you get the fish." "Deal" I quickly replied as I passed over another $5.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is how we got out new pet, Goldie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TGBT_f-ULgI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/3tT8j3mHRls/s1600/fish.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TGBT_f-ULgI/AAAAAAAAAgQ/3tT8j3mHRls/s320/fish.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;First thing the next morning, we headed to Petco to give Goldie a home and food.&amp;nbsp; And a decorative octopus.&amp;nbsp; Dylan has asked many questions about Goldie.&amp;nbsp; What is she thinking?&amp;nbsp; Is she lonely? When is she hungry?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;When Amber came home from Grandma and Grandpas, she was equally intrigued.&amp;nbsp; "Shish" she says.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TGBVHjXCMTI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EDeS0rT-qzM/s1600/IMG_3082.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TGBVHjXCMTI/AAAAAAAAAgY/EDeS0rT-qzM/s320/IMG_3082.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I really hope Goldie stays part of our family awhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TGBVdWEU_2I/AAAAAAAAAgg/m0X9Ir_RnUM/s1600/IMG_3077.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TGBVdWEU_2I/AAAAAAAAAgg/m0X9Ir_RnUM/s320/IMG_3077.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/3604797610776856641-2928608955198097613?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/2928608955198097613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=2928608955198097613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/2928608955198097613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/2928608955198097613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2010/08/our-new-pet.html' title='Our New Pet'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TGBVrE7PL5I/AAAAAAAAAgo/qrsAA1cn50k/s72-c/IMG_3072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-785506064412622681</id><published>2010-08-03T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T14:24:48.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Birthday Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/3604797610776856641-785506064412622681?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/785506064412622681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=785506064412622681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/785506064412622681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/785506064412622681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2010/08/birthday-song.html' title='The Birthday Song'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-2700823701370211484</id><published>2010-08-02T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T11:41:45.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Amber is 2 (Almost)</title><content type='html'>We celebrated Amber's 2nd Birthday one week early because Dan will be out of town for work next week.&amp;nbsp; Although, the guest list consisted of mainly adults I still wanted to make it a fun party for Amber.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TFcOTyRa0mI/AAAAAAAAAfY/MnXO7cHZz7U/s1600/IMG_2953.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TFcOTyRa0mI/AAAAAAAAAfY/MnXO7cHZz7U/s320/IMG_2953.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We served Amber's (and I think most 2 year olds) favorite foods: hot dogs, macaroni and cheese and watermelon.&amp;nbsp; And of course, ice cream cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TFcOb995yII/AAAAAAAAAfg/VK8Q3Njwy7E/s1600/IMG_2974.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TFcOb995yII/AAAAAAAAAfg/VK8Q3Njwy7E/s320/IMG_2974.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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A homemade book from Aunt Mish was one of her favorites.&amp;nbsp; Mish made Dylan a book when he was 2, so she was so excited to finally have her own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TFcOsJQui3I/AAAAAAAAAfw/-lRYMkZS0NU/s1600/IMG_3011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TFcOsJQui3I/AAAAAAAAAfw/-lRYMkZS0NU/s320/IMG_3011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But, I think Grandma and Grandpa's tea set was her very favorite.&amp;nbsp; Ask Dad, he had at least 40 cups of tea!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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To end the weekend of planning, prepping and partying with big smiles means my goal was accomplished and the party was a success!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TFcO0NQrf8I/AAAAAAAAAf4/qvyJvALIe84/s1600/IMG_3025.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TFcO0NQrf8I/AAAAAAAAAf4/qvyJvALIe84/s320/IMG_3025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&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/3604797610776856641-2700823701370211484?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/2700823701370211484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=2700823701370211484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/2700823701370211484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/2700823701370211484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2010/08/amber-is-2-almost.html' title='Amber is 2 (Almost)'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TFcOTyRa0mI/AAAAAAAAAfY/MnXO7cHZz7U/s72-c/IMG_2953.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-619107648355697251</id><published>2010-07-19T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T07:07:43.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Followers Mondays</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://babydickey.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="MoreFollowersMonday" src="http://i865.photobucket.com/albums/ab214/CGBG/MoreMondayButton.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;nbsp;write my blog as an online journal to remember and document all of the milestones of my kids.&amp;nbsp; A very few family members read it too.&amp;nbsp;I love reading other people's blogs and have noticed how many followers some people have.&amp;nbsp; How does that happen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am opening up to a new territory - sharing my blog with others.&amp;nbsp; Welcome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Beth, I have two kids: an&amp;nbsp;almost 2 year old - who is already in the terrible twos.&amp;nbsp; And a four year old, who is going on 16.&amp;nbsp; Life is usually good, although sometimes frustrating and lonely.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know about you and where I can read about you!&amp;nbsp; Happy Monday - to a good week ahead.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-619107648355697251?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/619107648355697251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=619107648355697251' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/619107648355697251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/619107648355697251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2010/07/more-followers-mondays.html' title='More Followers Mondays'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</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-3604797610776856641.post-4699937445106258670</id><published>2010-07-10T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T12:19:24.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What We've Been Up To</title><content type='html'>Dylan had his first day of camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TDjE1lIjfoI/AAAAAAAAAeA/ztD4z3JqSNY/s1600/IMG_2744.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TDjE1lIjfoI/AAAAAAAAAeA/ztD4z3JqSNY/s320/IMG_2744.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Doesn't he look like a big boy there?&amp;nbsp; I am really happy I chose the YMCA for day camp.&amp;nbsp; The kids swim, go to the park, the library, do art projects, games, songs and dress up.&amp;nbsp; It was affordable and Dylan loves it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Dylan also started soccer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TDjFYs3QDyI/AAAAAAAAAeg/5qHrI5OVjhs/s1600/IMG_2752.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TDjFYs3QDyI/AAAAAAAAAeg/5qHrI5OVjhs/s320/IMG_2752.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am impressed with his participation and effort.&amp;nbsp; Clearly, he is not the fastest in the class.&amp;nbsp; I hope he doesn't get discouraged and continues and improves.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;While Amber waits for Dylan's soccer to be over, she runs around the park. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TDjFi4-4c4I/AAAAAAAAAeo/dVc6Mvz80k0/s1600/IMG_2750.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TDjFi4-4c4I/AAAAAAAAAeo/dVc6Mvz80k0/s320/IMG_2750.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrate 4th of July with a parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TDjE9-4ZS3I/AAAAAAAAAeI/F1ZQFLnprBs/s1600/IMG_2786.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TDjE9-4ZS3I/AAAAAAAAAeI/F1ZQFLnprBs/s320/IMG_2786.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TDjFC0GL6sI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/taoSE6CLnL0/s1600/IMG_2795.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TDjFC0GL6sI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/taoSE6CLnL0/s320/IMG_2795.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And candy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TDjFFhOszVI/AAAAAAAAAeY/xb8aUzk2ckw/s1600/IMG_2796.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TDjFFhOszVI/AAAAAAAAAeY/xb8aUzk2ckw/s320/IMG_2796.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And Dad lights worms on fire for the kids and Levon to celebrate the 4th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TDjGBnh3WiI/AAAAAAAAAe4/MEDU5UhhJwc/s1600/IMG_2779.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" rw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TDjGBnh3WiI/AAAAAAAAAe4/MEDU5UhhJwc/s320/IMG_2779.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It is officially summer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-4699937445106258670?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/4699937445106258670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=4699937445106258670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/4699937445106258670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/4699937445106258670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2010/07/what-weve-been-up-to.html' title='What We&apos;ve Been Up To'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TDjE1lIjfoI/AAAAAAAAAeA/ztD4z3JqSNY/s72-c/IMG_2744.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-1086096857421236588</id><published>2010-06-30T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T11:50:23.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going South</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Prystowsky's took their second annual trip to Sullivan's Island, South Carolina.&amp;nbsp; We ate lots of fried fish, played on the beach, relaxed and spent time with Bubbie and Poppy.&amp;nbsp; It is always nice to get out of our routine and environment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan proved to be an amazing little traveler.&amp;nbsp; Before we even got to the plane, he was in awe of the monorail that takes us from remote parking to the airport.&amp;nbsp; He kept screaming, "this is awesome!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TCuN9lliFyI/AAAAAAAAAdI/3_7GmAIAXrk/s1600/IMG_2709.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TCuN9lliFyI/AAAAAAAAAdI/3_7GmAIAXrk/s320/IMG_2709.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Amber was the yang to Dylan's ying, and didn't quite have the travel bug that Dylan had.&amp;nbsp; Sorry there are no photos of her screaming, I mean traveling, I was too busy trying every trick in the book to keep her calm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan remembered the beach from last year and with no hesitation got right into swimming and playing in the sand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TCuO3rPilII/AAAAAAAAAdQ/O_aKZDQ0p30/s1600/IMG_2711.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TCuO3rPilII/AAAAAAAAAdQ/O_aKZDQ0p30/s320/IMG_2711.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Amber needed a little time to warm up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TCuO6HDN6VI/AAAAAAAAAdY/25Vhh2f3kyQ/s1600/IMG_2713.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TCuO6HDN6VI/AAAAAAAAAdY/25Vhh2f3kyQ/s320/IMG_2713.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;With a little help from Daddy, she began to understand the fun of the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TCuO8GXbdqI/AAAAAAAAAdg/SLii6wZtOCs/s1600/IMG_2716.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TCuO8GXbdqI/AAAAAAAAAdg/SLii6wZtOCs/s320/IMG_2716.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The best&amp;nbsp;way to end a&amp;nbsp;day at the beach is tired (and clean) children. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TCuPEKts5DI/AAAAAAAAAd4/2dJY3J5dkkk/s1600/IMG_2729.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ru="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TCuPEKts5DI/AAAAAAAAAd4/2dJY3J5dkkk/s320/IMG_2729.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/3604797610776856641-1086096857421236588?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/1086096857421236588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=1086096857421236588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/1086096857421236588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/1086096857421236588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2010/06/going-south.html' title='Going South'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TCuN9lliFyI/AAAAAAAAAdI/3_7GmAIAXrk/s72-c/IMG_2709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-1989190028490947582</id><published>2010-06-15T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T13:52:27.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ever since Amber was born I have envisioned the perfect brother and&amp;nbsp;sister photo.&amp;nbsp; Just when I think I captured it, someone turns or closes their eyes or runs away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TBeLOmga9JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/iaJ68X7xlQg/s1600/IMG_1973.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TBeLOmga9JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/iaJ68X7xlQg/s320/IMG_1973.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This had potential.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TBeLwVzxyNI/AAAAAAAAAco/p0VK_ADo4Ic/s1600/IMG_2244.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TBeLwVzxyNI/AAAAAAAAAco/p0VK_ADo4Ic/s320/IMG_2244.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish they looked happier here.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TBfm1BTM6AI/AAAAAAAAAc4/VIGdrVNROCQ/s1600/IMG_2472.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TBfm1BTM6AI/AAAAAAAAAc4/VIGdrVNROCQ/s320/IMG_2472.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;At least one of them looked good in this photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And then I got this photo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TBfnTLP1JCI/AAAAAAAAAdA/D24ikyTEb58/s1600/IMG_2603.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TBfnTLP1JCI/AAAAAAAAAdA/D24ikyTEb58/s320/IMG_2603.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And am happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-1989190028490947582?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/1989190028490947582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=1989190028490947582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/1989190028490947582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/1989190028490947582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2010/06/perfect-photo.html' title='The Perfect Photo'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TBeLOmga9JI/AAAAAAAAAcg/iaJ68X7xlQg/s72-c/IMG_1973.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-7621264527289499821</id><published>2010-06-05T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T10:44:36.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can it be the terrible twos already?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber is in a phase.&amp;nbsp; I hope it is a phase.&amp;nbsp; She knows what she wants and will not compromise.&amp;nbsp; Stubborn like her father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm relieved that my weekly Baby Center update&amp;nbsp;discusses how to deal with tantrums and the word "no."&amp;nbsp; At least this is "normal" for&amp;nbsp;her age. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She even managed to get a shiner, while resisting a diaper change.&amp;nbsp; It was a run in with the nightstand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TAqMSRuDgzI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/hmOzgv0Ie8A/s1600/shiner.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TAqMSRuDgzI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/hmOzgv0Ie8A/s320/shiner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am doing my best to remain patient.&amp;nbsp; It is hard.&amp;nbsp; I am hoping this is just a phase. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-7621264527289499821?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/7621264527289499821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=7621264527289499821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/7621264527289499821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/7621264527289499821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2010/06/can-it-be-terrible-twos-already.html' title='Can it be the terrible twos already?'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/TAqMSRuDgzI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/hmOzgv0Ie8A/s72-c/shiner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-7272188326297103722</id><published>2010-05-27T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T14:09:11.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Goes Up and Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots has been going on.&amp;nbsp; First, Dan had his appendix removed.&amp;nbsp; It was hard to see him in pain,&amp;nbsp;but it was nice to have him home more so we could all spend time together.&amp;nbsp; It was also hard that he couldn't lift anything over 10 pounds for a month.&amp;nbsp; You would be surprised how much lifting you take for granted, this includes our children, the laundry, the garbage, Dylan's bike, the lawnmower...the list continues.&amp;nbsp; We made it through, mostly smiling.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then life got super exciting when my nephew Noah Beckett was born on May 7th.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S_7fNJWCYII/AAAAAAAAAcI/ORUpS6rO4MU/s1600/IMG_2555.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S_7fNJWCYII/AAAAAAAAAcI/ORUpS6rO4MU/s320/IMG_2555.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A new life bring so much happiness and made me temporarily forget about all the petty negativity and little "problems"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Then two days later Poppy Milt died.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S_7bqFdG15I/AAAAAAAAAbo/VuG0TmU3xCY/s1600/IMG_1181.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S_7bqFdG15I/AAAAAAAAAbo/VuG0TmU3xCY/s320/IMG_1181.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S_7cikLrk6I/AAAAAAAAAbw/cHSaT3Nbj-g/s1600/with+poppy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S_7cikLrk6I/AAAAAAAAAbw/cHSaT3Nbj-g/s320/with+poppy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Although, I only knew him for 10 years, he taught me&amp;nbsp;so&amp;nbsp;much&amp;nbsp;about kindness, family and love.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And now, I think life is calming down.&amp;nbsp; I cannot believe there is only a few more weeks of school left.&amp;nbsp; I'm looking forward to creating lots of memories for Dylan and Amber this summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Here are two of my new favorite photos of Dylan and Amber taken by Poppy Eric at Noah's bris.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S_7coBH7T1I/AAAAAAAAAb4/qvnVqeNmMh4/s1600/noahsbris.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S_7coBH7T1I/AAAAAAAAAb4/qvnVqeNmMh4/s320/noahsbris.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S_7cwQNHogI/AAAAAAAAAcA/J1Un9ahneqQ/s1600/noahsbris.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S_7cwQNHogI/AAAAAAAAAcA/J1Un9ahneqQ/s320/noahsbris.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It is hard not to want to enjoy every minute of life, when you have these two faces to look at every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-7272188326297103722?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/7272188326297103722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=7272188326297103722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/7272188326297103722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/7272188326297103722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2010/05/life-goes-up-and-down.html' title='Life Goes Up and Down'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S_7fNJWCYII/AAAAAAAAAcI/ORUpS6rO4MU/s72-c/IMG_2555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-1688031473039477532</id><published>2010-05-14T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T13:38:25.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why spend money on toys?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S-2zup8iqpI/AAAAAAAAAbI/XQL9MCyg-wk/s1600/IMG_2527.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S-2zup8iqpI/AAAAAAAAAbI/XQL9MCyg-wk/s320/IMG_2527.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The kids have lots of toys.&amp;nbsp; I very rarely by them toys, but between Grandma and Grandpa, Bubby and Poppy, birthdays, holidays and rewards - they add up.&amp;nbsp; Ironically, it is the non toys that often provide the most fun and the biggest smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S-2z0fDHXDI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/HbqGWsckKHM/s1600/IMG_2535.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S-2z0fDHXDI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/HbqGWsckKHM/s320/IMG_2535.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S-2z2iLwgaI/AAAAAAAAAbY/rWcjM-A28Kc/s1600/IMG_2540.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S-2z2iLwgaI/AAAAAAAAAbY/rWcjM-A28Kc/s320/IMG_2540.JPG" wt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The laughter in my house from playing with two paper bags was music to by ears, for hours and hours. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-1688031473039477532?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/1688031473039477532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=1688031473039477532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/1688031473039477532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/1688031473039477532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-spend-money-on-toys.html' title='Why spend money on toys?'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S-2zup8iqpI/AAAAAAAAAbI/XQL9MCyg-wk/s72-c/IMG_2527.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-5969470797370335207</id><published>2010-05-04T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T06:41:06.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Times</title><content type='html'>Dylan and Amber got to meet Elmo on Roscoe this past weekend.&amp;nbsp; This was not Dylan's first time meeting Elmo, so he told Amber everything to expect.&amp;nbsp; Especially, not to be scared.&amp;nbsp; Amber was confused, but handled it well.&amp;nbsp; Better, then Dylan's first experience.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S-AiawLz-NI/AAAAAAAAAa4/JSsxhinfEak/s1600/IMG_2516.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S-AiawLz-NI/AAAAAAAAAa4/JSsxhinfEak/s320/IMG_2516.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Amber and Dylan are now at the age that they can really play together.&amp;nbsp; Every morning whoever wakes up first wants to get their sibling.&amp;nbsp; Amber calls Dylan, "Ada" not sure where that came from but of course it is super cute.&amp;nbsp; If I give Amber a snack, she wants to give one to Ada.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch Dylan teach Amber how to play games, climb on furniture and say new words.&amp;nbsp; I am so happy they have each other to be best friends forever (I can hope.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S-AjAYBM63I/AAAAAAAAAbA/W2guK7qK-jE/s1600/IMG_2499.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S-AjAYBM63I/AAAAAAAAAbA/W2guK7qK-jE/s320/IMG_2499.JPG" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Dylan is wearing Dan's shoes, and Amber is wearing my shoes in this photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-5969470797370335207?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/5969470797370335207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=5969470797370335207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/5969470797370335207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/5969470797370335207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2010/05/fun-times.html' title='Fun Times'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S-AiawLz-NI/AAAAAAAAAa4/JSsxhinfEak/s72-c/IMG_2516.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-8713218693314720362</id><published>2010-04-13T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T10:01:05.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to Amber</title><content type='html'>Dear Amber,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your baby book has a spot for a letter to you from Mommy (and one from Daddy too) and since you are now 20 months old (I cannot believe it) I figured it is time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have already grown into an adorable little girl with such a bright personality. I love that you are strong, both physically and mentally. You are one tough toddler. Your dad and I watch in amazement as you fall and get right back up. You hold your own next to your big brother and other older kids. I hope you continue to be determined and unaffected as you get older and life gets harder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was worried about having a girl because I know it is sometimes hard being a lady. There will be a time when other girls might be mean to you or make you feel that you are not special. Amber, I hope you remember that you are an amazing, unique, smart, strong girl and if anyone tells you otherwise, please ignore them and don't let it hurt you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was young, I let other people's words hurt me and then I grew up to realize those people don't matter. All that matters is your family. Your family will always be there for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you feel you can talk to me about anything. Don't be afraid that you will get in trouble or I will be mad. I promise I won't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, Amber that I always love you and will forever be your Mother no matter what. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S8Sisi9UL_I/AAAAAAAAAaE/e5iUDP48XG8/s1600/IMG_2325.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S8Sisi9UL_I/AAAAAAAAAaE/e5iUDP48XG8/s320/IMG_2325.JPG" wt="true" /&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/3604797610776856641-8713218693314720362?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/8713218693314720362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=8713218693314720362' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/8713218693314720362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/8713218693314720362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2010/04/letter-to-amber.html' title='Letter to Amber'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S8Sisi9UL_I/AAAAAAAAAaE/e5iUDP48XG8/s72-c/IMG_2325.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-7769333103079495204</id><published>2010-04-10T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T08:27:41.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Special Girl</title><content type='html'>One year ago I read a blog by &lt;a href="http://www.mattlogelin.com/"&gt;Matt Logelin&lt;/a&gt;, that has changed this past year for me.&amp;nbsp; He wrote about a&amp;nbsp;beautiful girl named Madeline Spohr&amp;nbsp;that died before she could celebrate her second birthday.&amp;nbsp; I immediately began to read her mom's &lt;a href="http://www.thespohrsaremultiplying.com/"&gt;beautiful blog&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;daily.&amp;nbsp; She writes about Maddie's short, but amazing life and all the struggles of dealing with this tragic loss day by day.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that year, I've learned so much from Maddie and her family.&amp;nbsp; I strive to be present, enjoy each moment, appreciate my children, my family, and the fraility of life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also&amp;nbsp;been introduced&amp;nbsp;to this unbelievable online community.&amp;nbsp; Thousands of people rallied together to send love, prayers, money and support.&amp;nbsp; Heather Spohr receives hundreds of blog comments everyday from people all other the world offering advice and hugs.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been enamored by the power of words. &amp;nbsp;I've always felt that it is much easier for me to write then speak what is on my mind.&amp;nbsp; The&amp;nbsp;internet has given the opportunity for words (and photos) to help other people that need us.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please consider donating to &lt;a href="http://www.friendsofmaddie.com/"&gt;Friends of Maddie&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;or &lt;a href="http://thelizlogelinfoundation.org/"&gt;The Liz Logelin Foundation&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;or one of the many other organizations that are&amp;nbsp;using the&amp;nbsp;power of words to make a difference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-7769333103079495204?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/7769333103079495204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=7769333103079495204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/7769333103079495204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/7769333103079495204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2010/04/special-girl.html' title='A Special Girl'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-1888189546590252049</id><published>2010-04-03T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T19:51:52.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our week in (low quality) photos</title><content type='html'>Nothing makes me happier then seeing Amber and Dylan playing TOGETHER!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S7f8DjkBYzI/AAAAAAAAAZc/qKLBHua79DU/s1600/playingoutside310.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S7f8DjkBYzI/AAAAAAAAAZc/qKLBHua79DU/s320/playingoutside310.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Seeing the sibling bond grow makes me think of my relationship with my sister and Dans with his brother.&amp;nbsp; They have years and years to develop their strong bond, and already it is so special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S7f8l62-2UI/AAAAAAAAAZs/TDcIbg8guok/s1600/march10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S7f8l62-2UI/AAAAAAAAAZs/TDcIbg8guok/s320/march10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;The other new found development of the week is something that I never experienced with Dylan.&amp;nbsp; Amber is fascinated when I get ready.&amp;nbsp; She sits in my bathroom watching me.&amp;nbsp; She intently stares as I blow dry my hair, pouts her lip for gloss when I apply mine and sticks out her hands for lotion to share with me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And then there is her&amp;nbsp;obsession with shoes.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S7f-Apd9fcI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/69y4c8pPhbw/s1600/shoes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S7f-Apd9fcI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/69y4c8pPhbw/s320/shoes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S7f-SL9H7uI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tz7jaBwpwHI/s1600/march10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S7f-SL9H7uI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/tz7jaBwpwHI/s320/march10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Girls will be girls.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-1888189546590252049?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/1888189546590252049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=1888189546590252049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/1888189546590252049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/1888189546590252049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2010/04/our-week-in-low-quality-photos.html' title='Our week in (low quality) photos'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S7f8DjkBYzI/AAAAAAAAAZc/qKLBHua79DU/s72-c/playingoutside310.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-2439114791918417269</id><published>2010-03-23T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T10:52:41.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dog's Life</title><content type='html'>I've always loved dogs.&amp;nbsp; My entire childhood I begged my parents for a dog. When I was at overnight camp around the age of 12 or13 I got a birthday card from my parents.&amp;nbsp; There was a picture of a dog on the front and the inside said, "When you get home from camp, the picture on the card is what you can pick out." I was ecstatic.&amp;nbsp; I remember running through camp to my older sister's cabin to share the good news.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do remember picking out the little white poodle and my parents said I had to name him before we got home from the hour long trip.&amp;nbsp; (There was an incident with a no name bird, that encouraged this).&amp;nbsp; He was white and fluffy, so I named him Popcorn.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S6j-sweLo9I/AAAAAAAAAZM/6dlEwwxC0Z0/s1600-h/popcorn.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S6j-sweLo9I/AAAAAAAAAZM/6dlEwwxC0Z0/s320/popcorn.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember much else besides, him peeing in the house, yapping at us for our food and&amp;nbsp;chasing him down the street when he got loose.&amp;nbsp; Of course I loved him, but he sure was a lot more work then I thought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my husband and I&amp;nbsp;got married, bought a place&amp;nbsp;and both wanted a dog.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;decided I definetly wanted a big dog because the little dog had a lot of problems and was hard to train.&amp;nbsp; I remember looking one afternoon and seeing the cutest little puppy in the world and insisting we got him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S6j_L7YUWaI/AAAAAAAAAZU/wXx4MvtSdnE/s1600-h/levon.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S6j_L7YUWaI/AAAAAAAAAZU/wXx4MvtSdnE/s320/levon.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, 5 years later, Levon is 75 pounds, has ruined rooms of carpet, couches, eaten shoes, money, and too many&amp;nbsp;other things that I have blocked out.&amp;nbsp; Plus, you can't wear black at my home because you will get covered in dog hair and be prepared to be&amp;nbsp;barked at and jumped on if you come over.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, he is a part of our family.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber and Levon have had a special relationship since Day 1.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S6fgSGqAGsI/AAAAAAAAAYc/NvNOZkIXxm4/s1600-h/IMG_0040.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S6fgSGqAGsI/AAAAAAAAAYc/NvNOZkIXxm4/s320/IMG_0040.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S6fgcKqyfgI/AAAAAAAAAYk/VTamL1zapd0/s1600-h/IMG_0667.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S6fgcKqyfgI/AAAAAAAAAYk/VTamL1zapd0/s320/IMG_0667.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S6fgquO1dOI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ow7G0gwfY5s/s1600-h/IMG_0990.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S6fgquO1dOI/AAAAAAAAAYs/ow7G0gwfY5s/s320/IMG_0990.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S6fg1s-MrUI/AAAAAAAAAY0/mHr6SnuhBAQ/s1600-h/IMG_1329.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S6fg1s-MrUI/AAAAAAAAAY0/mHr6SnuhBAQ/s320/IMG_1329.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S6fg-OdnmEI/AAAAAAAAAY8/U-98VnQAFso/s1600-h/IMG_1615.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S6fg-OdnmEI/AAAAAAAAAY8/U-98VnQAFso/s320/IMG_1615.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S6fhFHbfdTI/AAAAAAAAAZE/1bIjQyMs_zw/s1600-h/IMG_1904.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S6fhFHbfdTI/AAAAAAAAAZE/1bIjQyMs_zw/s320/IMG_1904.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is no surprise her first word&amp;nbsp;was "Doggie."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-2439114791918417269?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/2439114791918417269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=2439114791918417269' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/2439114791918417269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/2439114791918417269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2010/03/dogs-life.html' title='A Dog&apos;s Life'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S6j-sweLo9I/AAAAAAAAAZM/6dlEwwxC0Z0/s72-c/popcorn.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-276396355792264616</id><published>2010-03-13T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T14:33:51.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fabulous World of Reading</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S5rs81qdmaI/AAAAAAAAAXE/1o0M_aS4qeQ/s1600-h/Dylan+15+months+026.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S5rs81qdmaI/AAAAAAAAAXE/1o0M_aS4qeQ/s320/Dylan+15+months+026.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For as long as I can remember Dylan was always interested in reading.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This is Dylan at 15 months and I cannot count how many times I have seen him in the same position since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S5rtxkO_J2I/AAAAAAAAAXU/hInezIfKsE4/s1600-h/D%27s2ndbday+003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S5rtxkO_J2I/AAAAAAAAAXU/hInezIfKsE4/s320/D%27s2ndbday+003.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He even made me "attempt" to make a Book Cake for his 3rd Birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S5ruRVZGiAI/AAAAAAAAAXc/NzM8ZW4om1s/s1600-h/IMG_0609.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S5ruRVZGiAI/AAAAAAAAAXc/NzM8ZW4om1s/s320/IMG_0609.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Every night we read to Dylan and then once we leave the room&amp;nbsp;he spends hours sitting in his room going through book after book&amp;nbsp;from his extremely large book pile.&amp;nbsp; Now that he is four and in preschool, he is learning to identify some words and learning the first few steps in reading.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S5ru5BrMChI/AAAAAAAAAXk/652_iXPeT2E/s1600-h/IMG_2466.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S5ru5BrMChI/AAAAAAAAAXk/652_iXPeT2E/s320/IMG_2466.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am really excited for him.&amp;nbsp; I remember when I was a kid and young adult how I could spend hours engulfed in a good book (The Babysitter's Club my absolute favorite).&amp;nbsp; It does make me sad, I'm not sure if it is kids, the internet, television or what, but I just don't read like that anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S5ru_dh_9aI/AAAAAAAAAXs/HbiLrEJZw-s/s1600-h/IMG_2465.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S5ru_dh_9aI/AAAAAAAAAXs/HbiLrEJZw-s/s320/IMG_2465.JPG" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now, Amber is obsessed with books.&amp;nbsp; She brings her large stack of books into my room every morning and says her favorite word, "open."&amp;nbsp; Which, I think means, "read."&amp;nbsp; She "baas" with the sheep and makes a sad face when the duck in "Duck and Goose" is sad.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S5wRoXrZlcI/AAAAAAAAAX8/mr2Ibxjs3cQ/s1600-h/books.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S5wRoXrZlcI/AAAAAAAAAX8/mr2Ibxjs3cQ/s320/books.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(I know the hair in the face is a whole different post)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her new thing is before bed she says her other favorite word, "up" telling me to put every single book in her crib before bed.&amp;nbsp; I'm okay with that hoping that in the early hours of the morning when she is up and I want to be sleeping she will entertain herself with the stacks of books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S5wRsE-p04I/AAAAAAAAAYE/ZaYr-xJK8X0/s1600-h/books2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S5wRsE-p04I/AAAAAAAAAYE/ZaYr-xJK8X0/s320/books2.jpg" vt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The downfall is she is learning to rip her books.&amp;nbsp; That is followed by her 3rd favorite word, "Uh Oh."&amp;nbsp; How do you explain to a one year old that we don't rip books?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how enthusiastic my kids are about reading.&amp;nbsp; A trip to the library or Barnes &amp;amp; Noble is like a candy store to them. (Well, not quite a candy store but they sure do get excited!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll put down the Blackberry and go read a book.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-276396355792264616?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/276396355792264616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=276396355792264616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/276396355792264616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/276396355792264616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2010/03/fabulous-world-of-reading.html' title='The Fabulous World of Reading'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S5rs81qdmaI/AAAAAAAAAXE/1o0M_aS4qeQ/s72-c/Dylan+15+months+026.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-4080471118613137503</id><published>2010-03-03T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T10:29:19.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in the Life of Amber</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I tried to blog earlier, but someone was hogging my computer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S46pO3U48HI/AAAAAAAAAWk/SZPmS7uQ7HY/s1600-h/IMG_2414.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S46pO3U48HI/AAAAAAAAAWk/SZPmS7uQ7HY/s320/IMG_2414.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And using my markers to "tattoo" herself (although I'm not sure how she can see with all that hair in her eyes),&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S46pia8fEOI/AAAAAAAAAWs/bsUcs77KAqQ/s1600-h/IMG_2410.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S46pia8fEOI/AAAAAAAAAWs/bsUcs77KAqQ/s320/IMG_2410.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she decided to play with Levon's collar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S46p3qs1eWI/AAAAAAAAAW0/CH6_HRfWHEA/s1600-h/IMG_2409.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S46p3qs1eWI/AAAAAAAAAW0/CH6_HRfWHEA/s320/IMG_2409.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But now she is playing with baby, so I have a few minutes to write this blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S46qCvVKV0I/AAAAAAAAAW8/MQPKM-T74eM/s1600-h/IMG_2421.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S46qCvVKV0I/AAAAAAAAAW8/MQPKM-T74eM/s320/IMG_2421.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;It is clearly serious business.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-4080471118613137503?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/4080471118613137503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=4080471118613137503' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/4080471118613137503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/4080471118613137503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2010/03/day-in-life-of-amber.html' title='A Day in the Life of Amber'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S46pO3U48HI/AAAAAAAAAWk/SZPmS7uQ7HY/s72-c/IMG_2414.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-7410105884212704894</id><published>2010-02-25T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T07:00:01.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Alone</title><content type='html'>What if an electrical storm was to wipe out the Internet?  Can you even imagine?No phone numbers, no menus, no hours of operations, no feel good blogs, no up to the minute news, no photos of family, no online shopping and especially no communicating with ANYONE.I couldn't imagine.  As a stay at home mom it is isolating.  I stay connected with the emails from friends; the facebook jokes from old coworkers and the irreplaceable advice from twitter moms all over the world. If the Internet is over, I must take this time to thank every single caring person who has kept me company when my husband has worked late, the kids have had double ear infections or when I can’t decide what to make for dinner.Thank you Internet, you have provided me some good times and reminded me that there are some amazing, geniune, real people out there.  &lt;i&gt;This post is written for a contest for the fabulous Mabel's Labels.  Please check out their website at www.mabelslabels.com&lt;/i&gt; &lt;a href="www.blogcontest.mabel.ca "&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br "Mabel’s Labels BlogHer ‘10  /&gt; "Mabel’s Labels BlogHer ‘10 Contest".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-7410105884212704894?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/7410105884212704894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=7410105884212704894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/7410105884212704894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/7410105884212704894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2010/02/all-alone.html' title='All Alone'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-7022332773267969752</id><published>2010-02-22T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T07:32:55.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>Poor Dylan has been battling some illness for about a week now.&amp;nbsp; The nights are the hardest.&amp;nbsp; I lay in bed and hear him coughing for what feels like hours, although probably just minutes.&amp;nbsp; He calls out for me regularly usually falling back asleep once I assure him he is okay.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;As soon as&amp;nbsp;I'm back and comfortable in my bed the rotation continues.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mornings tend to be hard too.&amp;nbsp; He is very lethargic and doesn't want to eat breakfast.&amp;nbsp; I'm not sure if it is time or the miracle of Motrin and Tylenol, but he seems more energetic later in the day usually eating his first meal of the day.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every night as he goes to bed, I've been planning our next day when we can finally leave the house and he can finally go back to school and life can get back to normal.&amp;nbsp; And then the rotation begins again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad for Amber too.&amp;nbsp; Up until today, she still had the energy to play and unfortunately, she too has been stuck inside.&amp;nbsp; Then this morning she woke up sick.&amp;nbsp; I guess it was inevitable.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking about caretakers and parents of those with terminally ill children or patients.&amp;nbsp; What I am experiencing is not a week in their life, but their life.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we are headed the doctor.&amp;nbsp; Hope it all goes uphill from here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-7022332773267969752?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/7022332773267969752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=7022332773267969752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/7022332773267969752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/7022332773267969752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2010/02/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-7641848288586455204</id><published>2010-02-14T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T07:04:14.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying Something New</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S3gQgg7MMjI/AAAAAAAAAWc/LDxi6MX345w/s1600-h/collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S3gQgg7MMjI/AAAAAAAAAWc/LDxi6MX345w/s320/collage.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I found this new program and have been expermenting with collages.&amp;nbsp; What a cool way to look at how much the kids have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A special hello, to my most loyal (and possibly only) reader - My Mom.&amp;nbsp; Thanks, Mom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-7641848288586455204?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/7641848288586455204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=7641848288586455204' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/7641848288586455204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/7641848288586455204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2010/02/trying-something-new.html' title='Trying Something New'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S3gQgg7MMjI/AAAAAAAAAWc/LDxi6MX345w/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-4459221149031413751</id><published>2010-02-06T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T07:02:59.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Week in Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dan had his birthday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S22C7rV2TNI/AAAAAAAAAV8/vQAiV_F8QoE/s1600-h/IMG_2407.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S22C7rV2TNI/AAAAAAAAAV8/vQAiV_F8QoE/s320/IMG_2407.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amber LOVED Dad's Chili&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S22DJ52kx0I/AAAAAAAAAWE/9HCxOnL8WRE/s1600-h/IMG_2406.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S22DJ52kx0I/AAAAAAAAAWE/9HCxOnL8WRE/s320/IMG_2406.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And I am reminded it is the little things in life that are important.&amp;nbsp; Family.&amp;nbsp; Let's not worry about who said what, who was invited to what playdate, if our jeans are a little tight or our house is a little messy.&amp;nbsp; Focus on what really matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S22DzxDPUWI/AAAAAAAAAWM/u1eG5v5skxk/s1600-h/IMG_2388.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S22DzxDPUWI/AAAAAAAAAWM/u1eG5v5skxk/s320/IMG_2388.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Yes, they keep me busy and are always doing new things.&amp;nbsp; I want to switch gears today and write about being a mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was getting my haircut for the first time in six months, for real.&amp;nbsp; I was embarassed&amp;nbsp; as I thought my super fashionable hair stylist thought I was frumpy and didn't take care of myself.&amp;nbsp; I know realistically that probably wasn't the thoughts going through his head, but anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because I am a mom doesn't mean I can't dress cute.&amp;nbsp; Yes, it isn't practical to wear heals and low rise jeans while I'm laying on the ground searching for the missing puzzle piece under the couch.&amp;nbsp; Yet, I still feel it is important to feel good about myself and feel cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another recent revelation is that although I am older and thankfully no longer in high school, some moms still act like they are.&amp;nbsp; Granted I am sensitive and yes, I like to be included.&amp;nbsp; But, is it really necessary to make exclusive plans why other moms are standing right next to you?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan is only 4, and not even a girl, but yesterday he told me that he wanted to best friends with Holly, but Holly was best friends with Anna, so he couldn't play with her.&amp;nbsp; Suddenly, those memories of my childhood came rushing back to me.&amp;nbsp; How do I explain to a child that everyone can be friends?&amp;nbsp; And should I be really scared of whats to come?&amp;nbsp; Like Junior High?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many say that everything changes when you become a parent.&amp;nbsp; I noticing that some things never change.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-5595468285611999609?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/5595468285611999609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=5595468285611999609' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/5595468285611999609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/5595468285611999609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2010/01/moms-dont-have-to-wear-sweatpants-do.html' title='Mom&apos;s Don&apos;t Have to Wear Sweatpants, Do They?'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-5317671200974083719</id><published>2010-01-29T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T13:14:51.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Part of the Day</title><content type='html'>Dylan had no school today, so we decided to try bowling for the first time.&amp;nbsp; Dylan did really well, minus getting his finger jammed between two balls. The bumpers are a very smart invention.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9076195&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9076195&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/9076195"&gt;Untitled&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user2824587"&gt;Beth Prystowsky&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber was more the difficult one (am I sensing a pattern?) as she is too young to bowl, but not too young to be everywhere especially on the slippery lanes or climbing the spinning chairs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9076226&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=9076226&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/9076226"&gt;bowling alley 1/10&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user2824587"&gt;Beth Prystowsky&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a joy to see Dylan roll the ball, and jump up and down when it (finally) made it to the end of the lane.&amp;nbsp; But, the best part of the entire outing was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S2NIjrWkUQI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ADLPkf1XdeQ/s1600-h/sleepingjan10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S2NIjrWkUQI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ADLPkf1XdeQ/s320/sleepingjan10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S2NIpkPTrBI/AAAAAAAAAV0/oOs1_wzEX48/s1600-h/sleepingjan10.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kt="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S2NIpkPTrBI/AAAAAAAAAV0/oOs1_wzEX48/s320/sleepingjan10.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;How quickly I'm able to forget about the chaos of one hour ago.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-5317671200974083719?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/5317671200974083719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=5317671200974083719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/5317671200974083719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/5317671200974083719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2010/01/best-part-of-day.html' title='The Best Part of the Day'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S2NIjrWkUQI/AAAAAAAAAVs/ADLPkf1XdeQ/s72-c/sleepingjan10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-4339866237298103713</id><published>2010-01-20T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T09:51:22.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>Time has flown and we are already almost one month into the new year.&amp;nbsp; Amber has officially graduated from baby to toddler.&amp;nbsp; She is everywhere, into everything and understands everything I tell her (it seems.)&amp;nbsp; I ask her to go get a diaper and she runs, not walks to get it and bring back.&amp;nbsp; When she goes by the stairs, I say, "no" and she looks at me and laughs and continues to approach the stairs.&amp;nbsp; Just because she understands me, doesn't mean she listens!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S1dCRpLOHsI/AAAAAAAAAVk/ROSNhft2hhQ/s1600-h/IMG_2353.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S1dCRpLOHsI/AAAAAAAAAVk/ROSNhft2hhQ/s320/IMG_2353.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/3604797610776856641-4339866237298103713?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/4339866237298103713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=4339866237298103713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/4339866237298103713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/4339866237298103713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/S1dCRpLOHsI/AAAAAAAAAVk/ROSNhft2hhQ/s72-c/IMG_2353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-7904617307705393335</id><published>2009-12-31T13:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T13:24:28.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 - A Recap</title><content type='html'>A lot has happened this year.&amp;nbsp; Let's look back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JANUARY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/Szpw-X8lDaI/AAAAAAAAATE/DtMUUCOz3Go/s1600-h/IMG_0746.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/Szpw-X8lDaI/AAAAAAAAATE/DtMUUCOz3Go/s320/IMG_0746.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Amber was still such a baby.&amp;nbsp; She hadn't developed all her spunk (or her hair).&amp;nbsp; She was still stationary, which made things easier.&amp;nbsp; Dylan doesn't look that different to me, but I know he has learned so many new things this year.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FEBRUARY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SzpxuxDvvTI/AAAAAAAAATM/okz93u2NEB4/s1600-h/IMG_0847.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SzpxuxDvvTI/AAAAAAAAATM/okz93u2NEB4/s320/IMG_0847.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;February was Dad's Super Bowl Birthday Party, which Dylan is still talking about.&amp;nbsp; He is learning more about football this season.&amp;nbsp; Still rooting for the Colts, obviously!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;February also brought a flood to our basement.&amp;nbsp; 10 months later it still isn't finished being repaired.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SzpzHMyE3zI/AAAAAAAAATk/WjfYpWyg464/s1600-h/IMG_0885.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SzpzHMyE3zI/AAAAAAAAATk/WjfYpWyg464/s320/IMG_0885.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Let's put this on our To-Do List for 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MARCH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/Szpyu_Ns8tI/AAAAAAAAATc/fQkHnILRufE/s1600-h/IMG_0995.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/Szpyu_Ns8tI/AAAAAAAAATc/fQkHnILRufE/s320/IMG_0995.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Here you can begin to see the Amber and Dylan bond.&amp;nbsp; But, now it is so strong.&amp;nbsp; They are playing together now as I type.&amp;nbsp; Dylan is a huge helper and tells me if Amber is getting into something she shouldn't.&amp;nbsp; I love the sibling bond.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;March is also when Amber dropped my camera.&amp;nbsp; And I don't think April had many photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;APRIL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SzqBj8eKwdI/AAAAAAAAATs/379w4L2-1aw/s1600-h/apr09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SzqBj8eKwdI/AAAAAAAAATs/379w4L2-1aw/s320/apr09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;As I mentioned, my camera was being repaired for the whole month.&amp;nbsp; Thankfully the Blackberry camera steps up when necessary.&amp;nbsp; Here we are happy that Spring has arrived and thrilled&amp;nbsp;to be outside.&amp;nbsp; This is in Gleview before one of Amber's monthly GI weigh ins.&amp;nbsp; Those appointments&amp;nbsp;were never fun.&amp;nbsp; Another 2010 resolution: I hope Amber keeps gaining weight and we don't have to go back to any Specialists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SzqClIDc4JI/AAAAAAAAAT0/nfzsnSVoT6g/s1600-h/IMG_1094.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SzqClIDc4JI/AAAAAAAAAT0/nfzsnSVoT6g/s320/IMG_1094.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;May was when Amber began to pull up to a standing position.&amp;nbsp; We were so excited and thought she was so advanced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SzqC3rPWZSI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ztuASGIgphs/s1600-h/IMG_1143.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SzqC3rPWZSI/AAAAAAAAAT8/ztuASGIgphs/s320/IMG_1143.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Here is the beginning of the end of Dylan posing for the camera.&amp;nbsp; After 3 years of constantly having a camera in his face, he realized that he could close his eyes to ruin every single attempt at a photo.&amp;nbsp; Luckily, Amber hasn't caught on yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUNE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/Szq8fH0DquI/AAAAAAAAAUM/AP68mUDzl7E/s1600-h/IMG_1379.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/Szq8fH0DquI/AAAAAAAAAUM/AP68mUDzl7E/s320/IMG_1379.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;June brought traveling.&amp;nbsp; The two words traveling and kids do not go together very well.&amp;nbsp; But, when you look at Dylan, Amber and cousin Laila building sand castles on the beach of South Carolina 6 months later...somehow the traveling part doesn't seem so bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JULY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/Szq9XEAqsoI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Ahuin0iNq9c/s1600-h/IMG_1594.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/Szq9XEAqsoI/AAAAAAAAAUU/Ahuin0iNq9c/s320/IMG_1594.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This month of Summer is all happy photos and good memories.&amp;nbsp; The ice cream man used to drive by our house every evening.&amp;nbsp; It took most of the summer before Dylan put together the musical truck equals ice cream.&amp;nbsp; I loved to see the joy in Dylan's entire body as he handed over the dollar to receive ice cream.&amp;nbsp; Pure summer fun.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/Szq-ZLAn2oI/AAAAAAAAAUk/9mDPTxk_b-w/s1600-h/IMG_1529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/Szq-ZLAn2oI/AAAAAAAAAUk/9mDPTxk_b-w/s320/IMG_1529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The outdoor pool probaly took more time to blow up then the kids spent in it.&amp;nbsp; Yet, now that we had a backyard we had take advantage of all the perks.&amp;nbsp; This picture is also special because it&amp;nbsp;was the first the Amber's hair was long enough for pigtails.&amp;nbsp; (I remember this moment, but as much as I look at this photo I cannot find the pigtails!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;AUGUST&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/Szq-khMs5_I/AAAAAAAAAUs/QrZ_TammNRU/s1600-h/IMG_1623.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/Szq-khMs5_I/AAAAAAAAAUs/QrZ_TammNRU/s320/IMG_1623.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And like that the first year of Amber's life is over and we made it to her 1st Birthday.&amp;nbsp; Her 1st Annual Backyard Birthday Bash was a sucess minus the fact that it was 100 plus degrees outside.&amp;nbsp; Which kinda sums up her first year: amazing minus a few moments that made us break sweat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEPTEMBER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SzrAbHMgLSI/AAAAAAAAAU8/bwHULK_X3JI/s1600-h/IMG_1857.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SzrAbHMgLSI/AAAAAAAAAU8/bwHULK_X3JI/s320/IMG_1857.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;A big moment was Dylan's first day of school.&amp;nbsp; Yes, he went to school last year.&amp;nbsp; But, this was his first day of public school every day for essentially the next 15 years (at least).&amp;nbsp; I loved how excited he was, not nervous at all.&amp;nbsp; It has been a wonderful experience for us.&amp;nbsp; And I love how now it is Winter Break and everyday Dylan asks, "Do I have school today?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/Szq_1swJy6I/AAAAAAAAAU0/uMM2xhlJJxQ/s1600-h/walking.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/Szq_1swJy6I/AAAAAAAAAU0/uMM2xhlJJxQ/s320/walking.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Amber officially took her first steps just before her birthday.&amp;nbsp; But, Amber officially began walking in September.&amp;nbsp; This is when everything changed.&amp;nbsp; This is when she no longer was where I left her.&amp;nbsp; This is when things became difficult. But, this is also when her true personality came out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OCTOBER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SzrBnJ4A_OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/9Y-Tl_U_pn4/s1600-h/IMG_2101.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SzrBnJ4A_OI/AAAAAAAAAVE/9Y-Tl_U_pn4/s320/IMG_2101.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;This month is all about Halloween.&amp;nbsp; We put up our decorations the first week of October and went to events, did activities and talked about it non stop.&amp;nbsp; I love how the traditions of carving, lolipop ghosts and the parade have already developed.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOVEMBER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SzrCiEJdJOI/AAAAAAAAAVM/qGElhaxnc-A/s1600-h/IMG_2201.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SzrCiEJdJOI/AAAAAAAAAVM/qGElhaxnc-A/s320/IMG_2201.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Dylan is FOUR!!&amp;nbsp; I definetly felt nostalgic on that day.&amp;nbsp; Boy he has grown from that little baby, to toddler, to a big boy.&amp;nbsp; We can have real conversations, he remembers everything and comforts me when I'm worried or sad.&amp;nbsp; He is my buddy and I'm so grateful for him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;DECEMBER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I can sum up December in two words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/Szy7AsXs9KI/AAAAAAAAAVU/21lMsLKSjFs/s1600-h/IMG_2333.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/Szy7AsXs9KI/AAAAAAAAAVU/21lMsLKSjFs/s320/IMG_2333.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;SNOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/Szy7NBMr2QI/AAAAAAAAAVc/TrNfr5JMZRQ/s1600-h/IMG_2325.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/Szy7NBMr2QI/AAAAAAAAAVc/TrNfr5JMZRQ/s320/IMG_2325.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;TEETH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So much has happened this year.&amp;nbsp; I am feel so fortunate for my beautiful family and vow in 2010 to cherish every moment I have with them (plus be as patent as possible).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Happy New Year!&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/3604797610776856641-7904617307705393335?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/7904617307705393335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=7904617307705393335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/7904617307705393335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/7904617307705393335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009-recap.html' title='2009 - A Recap'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/Szpw-X8lDaI/AAAAAAAAATE/DtMUUCOz3Go/s72-c/IMG_0746.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-6907090739509714647</id><published>2009-12-23T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T10:10:54.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Holidays</title><content type='html'>This year Dylan decided he wanted to celebrate Christmas.&amp;nbsp; I have been challenged with questions that I don't know the answer too.&amp;nbsp; Today Dylan asked, "How do reindeer fly?"&amp;nbsp; I told him they must have wings, but he assured me they don't.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to explain to a 4 year old that we are Jewish and celebrate Hanakah.&amp;nbsp;We tried to make "our" holiday as&amp;nbsp;special as we could and&amp;nbsp;I think both Amber and Dylan enjoyed the candles, the driedal and the presents.&amp;nbsp; Unfortunately, they didn't enjoy the latkes - who doesn't enjoy fried potatoes? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SzFGMGKhDEI/AAAAAAAAAS0/B-YCP4t7ZtY/s1600-h/IMG_2245.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SzFGMGKhDEI/AAAAAAAAAS0/B-YCP4t7ZtY/s320/IMG_2245.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SzFGU_q2wsI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Kz1xjZUBnGk/s1600-h/IMG_2249.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SzFGU_q2wsI/AAAAAAAAAS8/Kz1xjZUBnGk/s320/IMG_2249.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Dylan also had his Winter Assembly at school.&amp;nbsp; I felt like a proud mom as he watched his teacher and performed the Tummy Tango.&amp;nbsp; It was adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=8343869&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=8343869&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/8343869"&gt;Dylan Performs The Tummy Tango&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user2824587"&gt;Beth Prystowsky&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;(yes, I know I put the wrong year on the first page.&amp;nbsp; I'll add it to my To-Do-List to change.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Now we are doing our best to enjoy the last 2 weeks of 2009.&amp;nbsp; This year has brought many new challenges, accomplishments and experiences.&amp;nbsp; But, I'll save that all for my next post!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&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/3604797610776856641-6907090739509714647?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/6907090739509714647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=6907090739509714647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/6907090739509714647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/6907090739509714647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2009/12/holidays.html' title='The Holidays'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SzFGMGKhDEI/AAAAAAAAAS0/B-YCP4t7ZtY/s72-c/IMG_2245.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-867320759570723128</id><published>2009-12-12T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T05:43:36.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Teeth Keep Coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SyOdz4US8xI/AAAAAAAAASs/smTxUwUbXJg/s1600-h/dec09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ps="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SyOdz4US8xI/AAAAAAAAASs/smTxUwUbXJg/s320/dec09.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doesn't this look painful?&amp;nbsp; &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/3604797610776856641-867320759570723128?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/867320759570723128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=867320759570723128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/867320759570723128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/867320759570723128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-teeth-keep-coming.html' title='And the Teeth Keep Coming'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SyOdz4US8xI/AAAAAAAAASs/smTxUwUbXJg/s72-c/dec09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-7619280591849614678</id><published>2009-12-05T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T06:10:01.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teeth</title><content type='html'>After almost 16 months of assuming every cry or bite was teething, we finally have a tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/Sxpowe3h2LI/AAAAAAAAASk/7CAZWy2Lao0/s1600-h/IMG_2239.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" er="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/Sxpowe3h2LI/AAAAAAAAASk/7CAZWy2Lao0/s320/IMG_2239.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber has been surprisingly calm with this new development.&amp;nbsp; Of course, every toy and object is in her mouth, but we haven't seen too many tears or fussiness.&amp;nbsp; It is also nice that she is able to eat more without cutting everything in tiny pieces.&amp;nbsp; This week she ate an entire whole string cheese knawing off little pieces.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping late teething mean healthy teeth which in turns equals less dentist visits, orthodontist visits, cavities, crowns, root canals, peridontia, braces, retainers, head gears.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-7619280591849614678?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/7619280591849614678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=7619280591849614678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/7619280591849614678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/7619280591849614678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2009/12/teeth.html' title='Teeth'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/Sxpowe3h2LI/AAAAAAAAASk/7CAZWy2Lao0/s72-c/IMG_2239.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-268787449686986878</id><published>2009-11-29T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T06:21:19.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOUR</title><content type='html'>A family member of mine had made me feel guilty for not having a large 20 kids, 500 dollar, extravagant birthday party for Dylan.&amp;nbsp; Logistically with many friends out of town Thanksgiving weekend it didn't seem to work and really I knew that Dylan would be just as happy with a party with the people he really loves at home.&amp;nbsp; And he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SxKAQxsXOzI/AAAAAAAAAR8/hNTsbJyMkMU/s1600/IMG_2211.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SxKAQxsXOzI/AAAAAAAAAR8/hNTsbJyMkMU/s320/IMG_2211.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;(sorry Mom, Grandma, Dan and Danny you didn't make it into the photo - but we know you were there)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I realize why Dylan was born over Thanksgiving weekend....because we are so thankful for Dylan.&amp;nbsp; He is happy to be with his family, remembers everything anyone says and is beyond thrilled at my lousy attempt at the astronaut cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SxKBqbwBnMI/AAAAAAAAASE/tAXb8bsKqnw/s1600/IMG_2185.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SxKBqbwBnMI/AAAAAAAAASE/tAXb8bsKqnw/s320/IMG_2185.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Thanks Michelle - my partner cake decorator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He couldn't be more excited to play with his wagon, Toy Story house, Bat Cave and admire the beautiful letters Mich handmade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SxKCZa3D7EI/AAAAAAAAASM/krCiwYPnyOc/s1600/IMG_2214.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SxKCZa3D7EI/AAAAAAAAASM/krCiwYPnyOc/s320/IMG_2214.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful Dylan is four.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SxKCj7Iv1lI/AAAAAAAAASU/3gWsKDamoLg/s1600/IMG_2201.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SxKCj7Iv1lI/AAAAAAAAASU/3gWsKDamoLg/s320/IMG_2201.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;He has come a long way in four short years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SxKC1ZlEK2I/AAAAAAAAASc/0csioqNuKHE/s1600/100_0797.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SxKC1ZlEK2I/AAAAAAAAASc/0csioqNuKHE/s320/100_0797.JPG" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A perfect party for a perfect boy.&amp;nbsp; (Well, not perfect......)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-268787449686986878?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/268787449686986878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=268787449686986878' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/268787449686986878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/268787449686986878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2009/11/four.html' title='FOUR'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SxKAQxsXOzI/AAAAAAAAAR8/hNTsbJyMkMU/s72-c/IMG_2211.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-2214694678865366996</id><published>2009-11-18T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T12:04:00.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haircut</title><content type='html'>I've been working on growing out Amber's bangs.&amp;nbsp; I think the outcome will be well worth it, but it seems like a long process.&amp;nbsp; The barrettes, bows, clips and hairbands all look adorable in her hair, but it seems as soon as I get it in she has pulled it out.&amp;nbsp; I decided today was the day for the much needed haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SwRSl1o1PTI/AAAAAAAAARs/bxXVDlElfDc/s1600/prehaircut09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SwRSl1o1PTI/AAAAAAAAARs/bxXVDlElfDc/s320/prehaircut09.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is Amber before her haircut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SwRSot6bX_I/AAAAAAAAAR0/uE5508-O8m4/s1600/haircut09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SwRSot6bX_I/AAAAAAAAAR0/uE5508-O8m4/s320/haircut09.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is Amber during the haircut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SwRSiMSDMEI/AAAAAAAAARk/FiLVl5Cq0fw/s1600/afterhaircut09.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SwRSiMSDMEI/AAAAAAAAARk/FiLVl5Cq0fw/s320/afterhaircut09.jpg" yr="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And here she is afterwards.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What do you think, a big improvement? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Note: I apologize for the low quality cell phone photos.&amp;nbsp; &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/3604797610776856641-2214694678865366996?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/2214694678865366996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=2214694678865366996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/2214694678865366996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/2214694678865366996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2009/11/haircut.html' title='Haircut'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SwRSl1o1PTI/AAAAAAAAARs/bxXVDlElfDc/s72-c/prehaircut09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-7633202568291731351</id><published>2009-11-14T06:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T06:10:16.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Fast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/Sv63VNvPe3I/AAAAAAAAARc/S8qrIPtavqs/s1600-h/family.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/Sv63VNvPe3I/AAAAAAAAARc/S8qrIPtavqs/s320/family.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Anthony La Penna took some photos of&amp;nbsp;our family&amp;nbsp;on a beautiful fall day.&amp;nbsp; It was hard to get the kids to smile, especially at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'm happy to have this moment in time documented.&amp;nbsp; Life seems to be busy and times when I get a breath to sit and look at my kids I realize how big they have gotten.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The baby, Amber, is not so much a baby anymore.&amp;nbsp; Even though she still is toothless - she sure holds her own in almost any situation.&amp;nbsp; Open is her word of choice now, she loves to dance and play with her brother and dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Dylan is almost 4!&amp;nbsp; He is getting so tall and amazes me daily with his memory.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He loves school, has made new friends and is finishing&amp;nbsp;a unit on birds and now starting one on fairy tales.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The cliche really is true.&amp;nbsp; "Enjoy every moment,&amp;nbsp;they grow up so fast."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&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/3604797610776856641-7633202568291731351?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/7633202568291731351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=7633202568291731351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/7633202568291731351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/7633202568291731351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2009/11/growing-fast.html' title='Growing Fast'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/Sv63VNvPe3I/AAAAAAAAARc/S8qrIPtavqs/s72-c/family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-330227611520660457</id><published>2009-11-07T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T08:29:24.628-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween</title><content type='html'>I've learned that for kids&amp;nbsp;Halloween is THE HOLIDAY of the year.&amp;nbsp; The month of October was centered around the big culmination at the end of the month.&amp;nbsp; We also have begun the traditions of decorating our house, carving pumpkins and my favorite the ghost lolipops.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weekend before Halloween we carved our pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SvV-lDV6nDI/AAAAAAAAAP0/wfk3OjioWKM/s1600-h/IMG_2020.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SvV-lDV6nDI/AAAAAAAAAP0/wfk3OjioWKM/s320/IMG_2020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SvV-4sBLLcI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Ug4QxqRnivM/s1600-h/IMG_2050.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SvV-4sBLLcI/AAAAAAAAAQE/Ug4QxqRnivM/s320/IMG_2050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It was fun that Grandma and Grandpa came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SvV-1LAsmvI/AAAAAAAAAP8/pQ2nWu0gBcY/s1600-h/IMG_2049.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SvV-1LAsmvI/AAAAAAAAAP8/pQ2nWu0gBcY/s320/IMG_2049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Note: Costume #1.&amp;nbsp; Adorable, but too big.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SvV_NgLne7I/AAAAAAAAAQU/FHOZyYw1mdI/s1600-h/IMG_2051.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SvV_NgLne7I/AAAAAAAAAQU/FHOZyYw1mdI/s320/IMG_2051.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;After that Dylan continued his busy day at the Botanic Gardens with Grandma &amp;amp; Grandpa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And then the next day he woke up with an ear infection and pink eye.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And then 3 days later Amber had pink eye.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Luckily everyone was all better in time to celebrate Halloween. First Dylan had his party at school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SvWeCiyvU6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/W1qvUc28rxc/s1600-h/IMG_2065.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SvWeCiyvU6I/AAAAAAAAAQc/W1qvUc28rxc/s320/IMG_2065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I was so happy that I could go to school and help out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SvWeMHxd8BI/AAAAAAAAAQk/GCg0NvLbW8Q/s1600-h/IMG_2070.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SvWeMHxd8BI/AAAAAAAAAQk/GCg0NvLbW8Q/s320/IMG_2070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SvWeU93nkWI/AAAAAAAAAQs/T_PFWz89r3E/s1600-h/IMG_2067.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SvWeU93nkWI/AAAAAAAAAQs/T_PFWz89r3E/s320/IMG_2067.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SvWeelN7NqI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/47xXVA5FB10/s1600-h/IMG_2080.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SvWeelN7NqI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/47xXVA5FB10/s320/IMG_2080.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Dylan with his teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The next day was actual Halloween and Bubby and Poppy, Aunt Malia, Uncle David, Laila, Aunt Mish and Danny all came over to trick or treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SvWe0Dn2P-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/shWYa5UR_PI/s1600-h/IMG_2096.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SvWe0Dn2P-I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/shWYa5UR_PI/s320/IMG_2096.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Amber decided Dylan's old monkey costume was warmer then her other options&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SvWfAnyOwwI/AAAAAAAAARE/Z1PbrtnTlrg/s1600-h/IMG_2102.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" sr="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SvWfAnyOwwI/AAAAAAAAARE/Z1PbrtnTlrg/s320/IMG_2102.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Our newest family photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;October was a fun filled month.&amp;nbsp; It is now November.&amp;nbsp; The month of Thanksgiving and Dylan's Birthday.&amp;nbsp; (And a much needed vacation for Mom &amp;amp; Dad!)&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/3604797610776856641-330227611520660457?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/330227611520660457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=330227611520660457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/330227611520660457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/330227611520660457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SvV-lDV6nDI/AAAAAAAAAP0/wfk3OjioWKM/s72-c/IMG_2020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-8985217507387269433</id><published>2009-10-24T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T06:13:33.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Flu</title><content type='html'>This post is a little different than some of the previous ones.&amp;nbsp; It is just what is on my mind these days.&amp;nbsp; I'm hesitant to write about "The Flu" as we are all healthy right now.&amp;nbsp; Part of me thinks once I hit post, I'll jinx us and we will all get sick.&amp;nbsp; Fingers crossed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I turn these days is hand sanitizer, flu shots, runny noses, articles and discussions regarding The Flu.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; What worries me most is that it is only October, technically Fall.&amp;nbsp; We still have at least 4 good months of "Flu Season" left.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there is the question of Flu Shot versus No Flu Shot.&amp;nbsp; This I have never done before for myself or the kids, but I figure it is pretty standard and since Dylan is in Public School this year - I don't think it will hurt.&amp;nbsp; Regarding the H1N1 (Swine) Flu Shot it seems there is a lot of conflicting information.&amp;nbsp; Is it available?&amp;nbsp; Is it only for high risk patients?&amp;nbsp; Is it at the Pediatrician?&amp;nbsp; Does it contain Thermisol?&amp;nbsp; Has it been accurately tested?&amp;nbsp; Clearly, I am not a doctor and am trying to be careful not to state any medical information.&amp;nbsp; I'm simply writing on gut feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all this information swirling around my head, I have a few choices.&amp;nbsp; I can keep my kids and myself at home isolated from all the germs. Or I can take them to school, music, the gym, grocery store, restaurants and friend's houses in hopes that our hand washing will keep us healthy and happy this season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-8985217507387269433?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/8985217507387269433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=8985217507387269433' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/8985217507387269433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/8985217507387269433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2009/10/flu.html' title='The Flu'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-3055295461187411188</id><published>2009-10-13T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T07:43:16.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>Last year we went to Didier Farms with Grandma and Grandpa and Dad.&amp;nbsp; Amber was less then 2 months old, but we had the best time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/StSNU0vjP_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/dJ7LuPaCKzA/s1600-h/IMG_0351.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/StSNU0vjP_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/dJ7LuPaCKzA/s320/IMG_0351.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/StSNJ7o-thI/AAAAAAAAAOU/hsDJLXjUkPQ/s1600-h/IMG_0333.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/StSNJ7o-thI/AAAAAAAAAOU/hsDJLXjUkPQ/s320/IMG_0333.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This year everyone seems busier and Grandma, Grandpa and Dad were working, so we invited Dylan's best buddy Jack and his mom Phyllis.&amp;nbsp; Again we had the best time.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/StSN7Lo4e2I/AAAAAAAAAOk/5W8VY9UeHtQ/s1600-h/IMG_1949.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/StSN7Lo4e2I/AAAAAAAAAOk/5W8VY9UeHtQ/s320/IMG_1949.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;It was great to watch Dylan and Jack together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/StSN_mNyp_I/AAAAAAAAAOs/N16v8vXF3qc/s1600-h/IMG_1963.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/StSN_mNyp_I/AAAAAAAAAOs/N16v8vXF3qc/s320/IMG_1963.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was so fun to have a buddy to go on rides with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/StSOCVyz87I/AAAAAAAAAO0/imENrc3mC0c/s1600-h/IMG_1952.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/StSOCVyz87I/AAAAAAAAAO0/imENrc3mC0c/s320/IMG_1952.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Amber was able to walk around this year.&amp;nbsp; She wanted to explore everything.&amp;nbsp; Especially the mud!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/StSQ3OAuI2I/AAAAAAAAAPE/tEd7lCNpNRI/s1600-h/IMG_1969.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/StSQ3OAuI2I/AAAAAAAAAPE/tEd7lCNpNRI/s320/IMG_1969.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I tried really hard to get one good photo of Dylan &amp;amp; Amber together.&amp;nbsp; I didn't have the&amp;nbsp; best luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/StSRGGFsmRI/AAAAAAAAAPM/ymDGr13gQ8M/s1600-h/IMG_1973.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/StSRGGFsmRI/AAAAAAAAAPM/ymDGr13gQ8M/s320/IMG_1973.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/StSRQOeubfI/AAAAAAAAAPU/zFRErwtO1Bg/s1600-h/IMG_1977.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/StSRQOeubfI/AAAAAAAAAPU/zFRErwtO1Bg/s320/IMG_1977.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These are &amp;nbsp;favorites photos of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/StSRchmlBaI/AAAAAAAAAPc/LR9CrbSMbEY/s1600-h/IMG_1937.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/StSRchmlBaI/AAAAAAAAAPc/LR9CrbSMbEY/s320/IMG_1937.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/StSRk9Ey7EI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Yw1oJHBoyGw/s1600-h/IMG_1971.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/StSRk9Ey7EI/AAAAAAAAAPk/Yw1oJHBoyGw/s320/IMG_1971.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/StSRn_GyHSI/AAAAAAAAAPs/gwtpM5ORKPk/s1600-h/IMG_1965.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/StSRn_GyHSI/AAAAAAAAAPs/gwtpM5ORKPk/s320/IMG_1965.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;We will definetly be back next year!!&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/3604797610776856641-3055295461187411188?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/3055295461187411188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=3055295461187411188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/3055295461187411188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/3055295461187411188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2009/10/pumpkin-patch.html' title='The Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/StSNU0vjP_I/AAAAAAAAAOc/dJ7LuPaCKzA/s72-c/IMG_0351.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-6930192411842554893</id><published>2009-10-11T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T18:40:03.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot, Hot, Hot</title><content type='html'>For awhile now Amber has being saying, "Dada", "Mama", "hi", "uh oh"&amp;nbsp;and many unidentifiable sounds and "words."&amp;nbsp; Her and Dylan often play a game where he makes a sound or a scream and she copies him.&amp;nbsp; They go back and forth for a long time, sometimes to the point that it becomes annoying to me, but awesome to watch the two of them interacting together and laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber points to Dylan and says "Duh."&amp;nbsp; Doesn't sound quite like Dylan, but we know she associates "duh"&amp;nbsp;with him.&amp;nbsp; She also points to her books and bottles and says, "Ba."&amp;nbsp; Not quite, but getting there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her first official word (for baby book purposes) was "hot."&amp;nbsp; Because I am quite the chef and because I often use the microwave to prepare Amber's meals, her breakfast, lunch or dinner is often steaming when I place it on her tray.&amp;nbsp; Clearly, I repeatedly point to her food and say, "hot."&amp;nbsp; Now, when I put her rice or pancakes in front of her she immediately points and says, "hot."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amber is now learning that other things besides food can be hot.&amp;nbsp; Like the oven.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/StKEu1g027I/AAAAAAAAAOM/Lk6tzb9tHuc/s1600-h/IMG_1929.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/StKEu1g027I/AAAAAAAAAOM/Lk6tzb9tHuc/s320/IMG_1929.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It is beyond adorable.&amp;nbsp; I wonder what her next word will be.&amp;nbsp; And when is she going to get a tooth?&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/3604797610776856641-6930192411842554893?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/6930192411842554893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=6930192411842554893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/6930192411842554893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/6930192411842554893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2009/10/hot-hot-hot.html' title='Hot, Hot, Hot'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/StKEu1g027I/AAAAAAAAAOM/Lk6tzb9tHuc/s72-c/IMG_1929.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-4126293037774942667</id><published>2009-10-06T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T14:41:24.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Movie</title><content type='html'>One of Dylan's favorite&amp;nbsp;books this summer was, "Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs" that his Bubby bought him when we went to the Jersey Shore.&amp;nbsp; When he began to notice advertisements for a movie version on the sides of buses, I knew that we had to go and make it Dylan's First Movie.&amp;nbsp; (Well, there was a Wall-E attempt, but that was over a year ago and only lasted 5 minutes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan and I chose to go on Sunday while Dad and Amber were watching football.&amp;nbsp; Dylan was so excited talking about it for days and days.&amp;nbsp; The review said not recommended for kids under Kindgarton age and that there were some scary parts.&amp;nbsp; At this point, there was no way I could go back on my word so I convinced myself we would go for 10 minutes and then leave if it got scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we arrived, Dylan was so excited that he wasn't even interested in all the candy and popcorn.&amp;nbsp; He said, "Mom, let's go, let's go.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/Ssu4611VlpI/AAAAAAAAAOE/XUP6mn9TH1Q/s1600-h/IMG_1912.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img $r="true" border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/Ssu4611VlpI/AAAAAAAAAOE/XUP6mn9TH1Q/s320/IMG_1912.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we did go, but not without the popcorn and licorice.&amp;nbsp; Luckily, it wasn't crowded and we could sit on the aisle (in case we needed to make a quick getaway). We sat through about 20 minutes of previews.&amp;nbsp; Before the movie had even started Dylan said to me, "I am really enjoying myself!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dylan did amazing, he sat through the entire movie!&amp;nbsp; Halfway through the movie, I realized that I was really enjoying myself too and thought how cool it was that we were doing an activity together that we both liked!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is aleady talking about the next movie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-4126293037774942667?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/4126293037774942667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=4126293037774942667' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/4126293037774942667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/4126293037774942667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-first-movie.html' title='My First Movie'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/Ssu4611VlpI/AAAAAAAAAOE/XUP6mn9TH1Q/s72-c/IMG_1912.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-3168241460468192990</id><published>2009-10-04T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T11:32:28.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing</title><content type='html'>From the beginning of my relationship with Dan, we have always loved to dance together.&amp;nbsp; From concerts, to wedding dances, to dancing around&amp;nbsp;our living room it is always a great release to let go and feel the music.&amp;nbsp; We are thrilled to see our kids have quickly picked up that trait too.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Disclaimers: #1. I apologize for the poor quality videos, they are taken from my Blackberry.&amp;nbsp; #2.&amp;nbsp; I am having a hard time uploading videos so instead I have posted them as links.&amp;nbsp; Click on Part I and Part II to view.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uZnfAUZ6D2g"&gt;Part I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XsxC887zdPY"&gt;Part II&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uZnfAUZ6D2g"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-3168241460468192990?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/3168241460468192990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=3168241460468192990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/3168241460468192990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/3168241460468192990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2009/10/dancing.html' title='Dancing'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-1281452124740403720</id><published>2009-09-27T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T18:26:49.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few of My Favorite Things</title><content type='html'>Both kids have really begun to develop strong personalities and it is very clear that they each have their own strong likes and dislikes.&amp;nbsp; Luckily, they both have many more likes than dislikes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;AMBER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SsAPLFRBDxI/AAAAAAAAAN0/NloOjCpv7Wk/s1600-h/anothersept09.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SsAPLFRBDxI/AAAAAAAAAN0/NloOjCpv7Wk/s320/anothersept09.jpeg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIKES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Berries&lt;br /&gt;-Walking on her own&lt;br /&gt;-Climbing Stairs&lt;br /&gt;-My Closet&lt;br /&gt;-Books (Well, only&amp;nbsp;2 right now - Where is Babies Belly Button and Elmos Loves)&lt;br /&gt;-Shoes&lt;br /&gt;-My Blackberry&lt;br /&gt;-Her Brother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DISLIKES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Bath&lt;br /&gt;-Sitting Still&lt;br /&gt;-Milk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;Dylan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SsAPfbKg7fI/AAAAAAAAAN8/c2STgDLyvAc/s1600-h/bandaid.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" iq="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SsAPfbKg7fI/AAAAAAAAAN8/c2STgDLyvAc/s320/bandaid.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIKES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-School&lt;br /&gt;-Books&lt;br /&gt;-The Computer&lt;br /&gt;-Astronauts&lt;br /&gt;-His Sister&lt;br /&gt;-The Zoo&lt;br /&gt;-Bandaids (See photo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DISLIKES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Milk (What is it with my kids?)&lt;br /&gt;-Loud noises&lt;br /&gt;-The Shower&lt;br /&gt;-Listening (sometimes)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3604797610776856641-1281452124740403720?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/1281452124740403720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=1281452124740403720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/1281452124740403720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/1281452124740403720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2009/09/few-of-my-favorite-things.html' title='A Few of My Favorite Things'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SsAPLFRBDxI/AAAAAAAAAN0/NloOjCpv7Wk/s72-c/anothersept09.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-8744065543125018618</id><published>2009-09-12T05:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T06:12:05.122-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Milking It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SqueCULnwkI/AAAAAAAAANU/BVUcxPaxI3c/s1600-h/cheerios.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 176px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380567942438568514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SqueCULnwkI/AAAAAAAAANU/BVUcxPaxI3c/s400/cheerios.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SquaNInyzqI/AAAAAAAAANM/PbVyCCls8ww/s1600-h/IMG_1854.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Gastroenterology Specialist gave me a sheet of paper titled the Milk Challenge, this is what it said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give 1 tsp of milk* &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give 1 TBS of milk*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give 1 oz of milk*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give 2 oz of milk*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give 4 oz of milk*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give milk ad lib&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*If okay in 2 to 3 hours go to the next step. When increasing amounts of milk watch for hives, problems breathing, persistent vomiting, diarrhea and blood in the stool.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then it does say to call if there are problems or call 911 if concerned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I left the office over a week ago I planned to follow these instructions. I started with a teaspoon of milk which is so small, I am sure half ended on her chin. After that the instructions went out the window. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I approached Amber with 1 Tablespoon she closed her mouth and turned her head refusing to accept any milk. That time it all ended up on her shirt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought I will hide the milk in the bottles with the formula. But, obviously she sensed the one measly tablespoon in her 8 ounce bottle and went on a bottle strike.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I tried sippy cups. But those are pushed away or repeatedly thrown on the ground. Clearly the girl does not enjoy milk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The good news is I haven't seen any major reactions from the small amounts that she has ingested and am hoping she has outgrown the allergy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent one year keeping Amber away from milk and now I am forcing her to drink it. Cheers to a big tall glass of milk...one of these days.&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/3604797610776856641-8744065543125018618?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/8744065543125018618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=8744065543125018618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/8744065543125018618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/8744065543125018618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2009/09/milking-it.html' title='Milking It'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/SqueCULnwkI/AAAAAAAAANU/BVUcxPaxI3c/s72-c/cheerios.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3604797610776856641.post-3461873723747354419</id><published>2009-09-08T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T13:15:30.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of Public School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/Sqa6eVanX0I/AAAAAAAAAM8/NyKTsIzNALo/s1600-h/IMG_1870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379191835248254786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/Sqa6eVanX0I/AAAAAAAAAM8/NyKTsIzNALo/s320/IMG_1870.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/Sqa6fOFtyEI/AAAAAAAAANE/LCDNUEM1cuA/s1600-h/IMG_1875.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379191850461415490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/Sqa6fOFtyEI/AAAAAAAAANE/LCDNUEM1cuA/s320/IMG_1875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/Sqa6d71bhPI/AAAAAAAAAM0/FOW3aBEU7dE/s1600-h/IMG_1858.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379191828381402354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/Sqa6d71bhPI/AAAAAAAAAM0/FOW3aBEU7dE/s320/IMG_1858.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was definitely more nervous then Dylan for his first day of school. I was surprised he didn't seem out of sorts at all. He was obviously prepared from Black Bear last year when he told me he didn't need to go to potty before he went as he would go during "potty time at school."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dylan proved he was a big boy by walking all 8 long city blocks to school. It was different than Black Bear - 20 kids and 2 teachers, versus 8 kids and 2 teachers but well organized. And Dylan loves organized. He already told me his favorite part was finding the hook with his name and putting his (empty) backpack on it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day started with free time playing at different stations. Dylan went to the blocks and animals first and then spotted the books. He didn't seem intimated or scared at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After clean up time, there was rug time. Every kid had a designated spot on the rug and Dylan went right to his and stayed there. He was a little confused at the songs that were being sung, but I am confident he will catch on very quick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;At this point, I couldn't keep Amber away from the pencils any longer and it was so hot in there (how do teachers survive?) so we snuck out as Dylan's class went to music. I know they also played outside while I was gone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I came back all the kids were in line in the hall for the drinking fountain. I heard Mrs. Slotnick tell Dylan that he was doing a great job listening. I was so proud. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day ended with rug time and I thought it was nice that they sang The Pledge Allegiance and America. They also sang a song in English, Spanish, French and Hebrew. I am happy Dylan is getting exposed to this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm glad I brought a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for Dylan because he scarfed it down on the way home. Hungry and tired is a good way to leave the first day of school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and best part: I already got a phone number of another neighborhood mom with a boy. Can't wait for an after school play date.&lt;/div&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/3604797610776856641-3461873723747354419?l=thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/feeds/3461873723747354419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3604797610776856641&amp;postID=3461873723747354419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/3461873723747354419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3604797610776856641/posts/default/3461873723747354419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thoughtsbybethp.blogspot.com/2009/09/first-day-of-public-school.html' title='First Day of Public School'/><author><name>Thoughts by Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17465770772332576262</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NXKn03ydzD8/Sqa6eVanX0I/AAAAAAAAAM8/NyKTsIzNALo/s72-c/IMG_1870.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
