<?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-5287249778766342140</id><updated>2012-03-02T14:28:03.178-07:00</updated><category term='Summer'/><category term='Kids'/><category term='marathon'/><category term='Welcome to the family'/><category term='Project 52'/><category term='photography'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Parenting'/><category term='Winter'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Jeff'/><category term='Colorado'/><category term='sewing projects'/><category term='Home for the Holidays'/><category term='Triathlon'/><category term='Andy and Katie&apos;s Wedding'/><category term='Beer Labels'/><category term='ears'/><category term='Crafts'/><category term='New House'/><category term='action'/><category term='Injuries'/><category term='Tree'/><category term='Birthday Party'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='Let it snow'/><category term='Garden'/><category term='Kale'/><category term='Preschool'/><category term='Spring'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='Cookies'/><category term='Puppies'/><category term='Haley'/><category term='Meghan'/><category term='Fall'/><category term='Outdoors'/><category term='fitness'/><category term='Style'/><title type='text'>Roberson Family</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>95</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-6780795769805410615</id><published>2012-03-02T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-02T07:30:02.178-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 52'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haley'/><title type='text'>Project 52 {9}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My favorite thing about you is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You remind me of my mom.&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/-81G21r2TQFQ/T0_icl43yiI/AAAAAAAABFM/JUbHYwTjCJI/s1600/040+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="456" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-81G21r2TQFQ/T0_icl43yiI/AAAAAAAABFM/JUbHYwTjCJI/s640/040+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;f/4 1/100 IS0-6400&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This smile right here. &amp;nbsp;This is my mom's smile. &amp;nbsp;I wish I had a picture of her to show you how crazy similar it is. &amp;nbsp;That hint of crooked is exactly what her's looked like. &amp;nbsp;And those eyes, if they were green, they'd be hers too. &amp;nbsp;Haley and I get comments all the time about how much we look like each other, just like I got when I was with my mom, and just like she got when she was with her mom. &amp;nbsp;Haley definitely has that sense of Reid woman sass, and my mom would have loved every second of this little girl.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's taken having kids of my own to appreciate what a good mom my mom was. &amp;nbsp;Faults, sure, but we all have them in varying degrees. &amp;nbsp;The way she raised me, the experiences she gave me, it was a great childhood. &amp;nbsp;It's difficult for me to put into words what it means to have these little reminders of her, it's just important. &amp;nbsp;And there's not really another word for it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This week my grandma passed away. &amp;nbsp;Reminders of our loved ones are what keep their memories alive. &amp;nbsp;It's the little things in our future that keep our past with us. &amp;nbsp;All of this makes us who we are right now.&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&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Want to check out some other super great Project 52 eye candy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.styleberryblog.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Styleberry&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://wickedkate.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Wicked Kate&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://mtn-momma.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Adventures in Mommyhood&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.lucasandmahina.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Lucas &amp;amp; Mahina&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.heathermarieportraits.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Heather Marie Portraits&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.something-insightful.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Something Insightful&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can I link you too? &amp;nbsp;Leave me a comment.&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/5287249778766342140-6780795769805410615?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/6780795769805410615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2012/03/project-52-9.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/6780795769805410615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/6780795769805410615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2012/03/project-52-9.html' title='Project 52 {9}'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-81G21r2TQFQ/T0_icl43yiI/AAAAAAAABFM/JUbHYwTjCJI/s72-c/040+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-5538813894558239604</id><published>2012-02-24T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-24T07:15:01.502-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 52'/><title type='text'>Project 52 {8}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My favorite thing about you is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That you're growing up.&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dAk6uqSFNxU/T0cHTqQ9LxI/AAAAAAAABFA/lSF9DtC3HYE/s1600/106.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dAk6uqSFNxU/T0cHTqQ9LxI/AAAAAAAABFA/lSF9DtC3HYE/s640/106.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;f/1.8 1/60 ISO-400&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Don't get me wrong here, I'm not rushing anything. &amp;nbsp;I know that these days will pass by all too fast. &amp;nbsp;I'm going to blink and you'll be 5 and 7, 12 and 14, 17 and 19, gone and out of my house leading your own lives. &amp;nbsp;I dread and look forward to that day. &amp;nbsp;But right here, in this moment, I'm thankful. &amp;nbsp;Privileged, that I get to watch and guide you as you become your own, amazing person. &amp;nbsp;I hope that someday you get this same privilege. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I've said it before, I'll say it again, 3 years old is hard. &amp;nbsp;I try to put myself in his shoes, he's still learning appropriate ways to express his feelings and that's tricky. &amp;nbsp;Other times I know darn well he heard and understood me and is just exercising his new found free will (that's a nice way of putting it). &amp;nbsp;But this week we made a very tangible step in his growth progress. &amp;nbsp;Kale moved to a big-boy-bed. &amp;nbsp;Yup, no more cribs in this house (unless you count that both of their beds are convertible cribs). &amp;nbsp;And one more bed for me to make in the morning (on those days when I really want to make beds that dogs don't lie on). &amp;nbsp;Despite a new mattress, sheets, comforter, and pillow, Boomer (the boy with no pants) and Max (the pillow pet dog) still hang around and I think they enjoy the extra space in their new digs. &amp;nbsp;&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&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Want to check out some other super great Project 52 eye candy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.styleberryblog.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Styleberry&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://wickedkate.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Wicked Kate&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://mtn-momma.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Adventures in Mommyhood&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.lucasandmahina.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Lucas &amp;amp; Mahina&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.heathermarieportraits.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Heather Marie Portraits&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.something-insightful.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Something Insightful&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can I link you too? &amp;nbsp;Leave me a comment.&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/5287249778766342140-5538813894558239604?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/5538813894558239604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2012/02/project-52-8.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/5538813894558239604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/5538813894558239604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2012/02/project-52-8.html' title='Project 52 {8}'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dAk6uqSFNxU/T0cHTqQ9LxI/AAAAAAAABFA/lSF9DtC3HYE/s72-c/106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-7847380681258389875</id><published>2012-02-17T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T07:15:00.091-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 52'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Project 52 {7}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My favorite thing about you is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Your determination.&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/-WtrgA5res-I/Tz3NHzbRjSI/AAAAAAAABE4/V4bUwhilwYg/s1600/028.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WtrgA5res-I/Tz3NHzbRjSI/AAAAAAAABE4/V4bUwhilwYg/s640/028.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;f/1.8 1/200 ISO-400&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Both of you. &amp;nbsp;We've been working on reading with Haley since October. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;I'm&lt;/i&gt; determined not to rely on schools filled with too many kids to teach my kids what could possibly be the most important educational skill they'll ever pick up. &amp;nbsp;Haley has caught on to this and loves to practice her reading. &amp;nbsp;She's determined to make it through this yellow book. &amp;nbsp;And within this last week she's taken off. &amp;nbsp;Things are totally clicking, I'm not having to help out as much because she has the drive within herself to be able to start reading her books (Doesn't it make homework &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; much easier when they &lt;i&gt;want&lt;/i&gt; to do it?!). &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The pride when she's able to read one of us one of the books from the collection is like nothing else. &amp;nbsp;She &lt;i&gt;loves&lt;/i&gt; it! &amp;nbsp;I love that she enjoys reading so much. &amp;nbsp;I really look forward to the days when she takes a book in the car instead of her gaga (and that's only partially because I don't need to throw the book in the laundry). &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We were lucky enough to be given a hand me down version of Hooked on Phonics (complete with unused workbooks)! &amp;nbsp;This program has been fantastic and something that I find super easy to work with. &amp;nbsp;We'll get to the point where I can just sit her down with the tape and workbook and let her go, but for now I'm involved and enjoying seeing every inch of her progress. &amp;nbsp;BTW this is as close as I'll get to homeschooling my kids.&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&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Want to check out some other super great Project 52 eye candy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.styleberryblog.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Styleberry&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://wickedkate.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Wicked Kate&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://mtn-momma.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Adventures in Mommyhood&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.lucasandmahina.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Lucas &amp;amp; Mahina&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.heathermarieportraits.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Heather Marie Portraits&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.something-insightful.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Something Insightful&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can I link you too? &amp;nbsp;Leave me a comment.&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/5287249778766342140-7847380681258389875?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/7847380681258389875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2012/02/project-52-7.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/7847380681258389875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/7847380681258389875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2012/02/project-52-7.html' title='Project 52 {7}'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WtrgA5res-I/Tz3NHzbRjSI/AAAAAAAABE4/V4bUwhilwYg/s72-c/028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-2926792163030762946</id><published>2012-02-10T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-10T07:00:20.808-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Puppies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 52'/><title type='text'>Project 52 {6}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My favorite thing about you is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your big, sloppy, wet nose.&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://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5rTV_kgU1Rc/TzLg_IhNVzI/AAAAAAAABEw/4BLldqeNtJ8/s1600/014.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="456" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5rTV_kgU1Rc/TzLg_IhNVzI/AAAAAAAABEw/4BLldqeNtJ8/s640/014.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;f/2.8 1/50 ISO-500&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Atlas is our first baby. &amp;nbsp;He was our wedding present to each other 8 years ago. We knew right away we wanted a Lab, the big debate was Chocolate or Yellow. &amp;nbsp;I wanted Chocolate. &amp;nbsp;When we went to the breeder in California, there was a whiny needy Chocolate and Atlas, who wandered the goat farm/breeder and didn't need anyone (there was $h!+ to be smelled...&amp;nbsp;literally). &amp;nbsp;I made the first&amp;nbsp;sacrifice&amp;nbsp;for our marriage that day and went home the loser (you may note that we never did get a Chocolate,but that's another story for another day). &amp;nbsp;We thought we were smart in picking the independent one. &amp;nbsp;Oh boy. &amp;nbsp;OH. BOY. &amp;nbsp;Fast forward a couple months and this monster of a pup would look at me, steal the pillows off the (brand new) couch and run out the giant sliding glass door waiting for me to chase him down and corner him. &amp;nbsp;He would only drop something for a piece of tri-tip. &amp;nbsp;Screw you and your dog treats, Mom. &amp;nbsp;He was a handful who was gaining about 10 pounds a month. &amp;nbsp;Let me let that sink in... &lt;i&gt;Ten. Pounds. A. Month.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; He currently weighs in at a healthy 100 something pounds - that's enormous for a healthy Lab, his chin sits level with the dining room table. &amp;nbsp;At the encouraging of one of the parents I worked with, we joined up with a gun dog trainer and got to work. &amp;nbsp;It was comical, but he came around and became&amp;nbsp;manageable&amp;nbsp;at home. &amp;nbsp;His energy was spent running in a field, swimming in a pond, and focusing his attention on birds - what Labs are meant to do. &amp;nbsp;We (with the help of some professional trainers) worked with him so much that we (Jeff) eventually competed and titled him. &amp;nbsp;I called the breeder back that summer to let her know what a great dog he is, and she made the comment that a lot of his litter had behavioral problems, one was even returned. &amp;nbsp;We made the right choice with that independent pup with the &lt;strike&gt;huge&lt;/strike&gt; GIANT paws that day, and &amp;nbsp;can't imagine our family without him. &amp;nbsp;Owning a dog takes work and commitment and he was the perfect primer for having kids. &amp;nbsp;Seriously, you've heard it: &amp;nbsp;Owning a dog is perfect practice for having kids, we totally believe it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;8 years later we thought he would calm down and for the most part the picture above is his normal day (save for maybe a change in location from the on couch to behind the couch or on our bed). &amp;nbsp;But I dare you to ring our doorbell, or try to pet him (or worse, Bella). &amp;nbsp;He &lt;i&gt;loves&lt;/i&gt; people. &lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;LOVES.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp; He is 100% Jeff's dog, his doggy sun rises and sets with Jeff, as evidenced by the giant hairy flat spot on the carpet on Jeff's side of the bed. &amp;nbsp;He care's that I'm in this world only when Jeff's not around, obviously he's the 2nd in line Alpha Male and has to keep his pack in order. &amp;nbsp;His wet nose will sniff your butt, drool &lt;i&gt;gallons&lt;/i&gt; of water on you, and make all kinds of funny snorting sounds. &amp;nbsp;He's our Atlas and he's amazing! &amp;nbsp;For all his goofball quirks we just wouldn't be the same family without him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Want to check out some other super great Project 52 eye candy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.styleberryblog.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Styleberry&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://wickedkate.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Wicked Kate&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://mtn-momma.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Adventures in Mommyhood&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.lucasandmahina.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Lucas &amp;amp; Mahina&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.heathermarieportraits.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Heather Marie Portraits&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.something-insightful.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Something Insightful&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can I link you too? &amp;nbsp;Leave me a comment.&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/5287249778766342140-2926792163030762946?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/2926792163030762946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2012/02/project-52-6.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/2926792163030762946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/2926792163030762946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2012/02/project-52-6.html' title='Project 52 {6}'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5rTV_kgU1Rc/TzLg_IhNVzI/AAAAAAAABEw/4BLldqeNtJ8/s72-c/014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-8963835223586479227</id><published>2012-02-08T11:11:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T13:27:06.271-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Style'/><title type='text'>Style, by Kale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;So last week I gave you an example of one of &lt;a href="http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2012/02/style-by-haley.html" target="_blank"&gt;Haley's&lt;/a&gt; outfits when I leave her to her own devices. &amp;nbsp;Well, at the end of last week we had a snow day around here, so we weren't going anywhere and Kale actually dressed himself (for once). &amp;nbsp;This is what he came up with. &amp;nbsp;You'll note that he even did his own straps for the red fleece lined overalls. &amp;nbsp;All he really knew was that it was cold outside and he needed to be warm. &amp;nbsp;What's not seen in this picture is the pair of grey sweat pants that are under the overalls - I can't even begin to figure out how he got the overalls on over them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OnVkVVNtWV8/TzK6fw-xMGI/AAAAAAAABEo/ka5T8Cb2ehk/s1600/Kale+Style.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OnVkVVNtWV8/TzK6fw-xMGI/AAAAAAAABEo/ka5T8Cb2ehk/s640/Kale+Style.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet you can't guess where his sister was while I was taking these pictures...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287249778766342140-8963835223586479227?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/8963835223586479227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2012/02/kales-style.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/8963835223586479227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/8963835223586479227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2012/02/kales-style.html' title='Style, by Kale'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OnVkVVNtWV8/TzK6fw-xMGI/AAAAAAAABEo/ka5T8Cb2ehk/s72-c/Kale+Style.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-4994892437786826550</id><published>2012-02-03T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T07:00:03.645-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 52'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Project 52 {5}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My favorite thing about you is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Your prayers at night.&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/-q9UCCIl1E8o/TytIZePPmUI/AAAAAAAABEY/1mFAEy_AJl4/s1600/019+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="456" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9UCCIl1E8o/TytIZePPmUI/AAAAAAAABEY/1mFAEy_AJl4/s640/019+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;f/1.8 1/1250 ISO 4000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Every night before bed we say prayers. &amp;nbsp;The exact same prayers my parents said with me growing up. &amp;nbsp;I love that it's a passed on tradition and that we're making faith a part of our everyday. &amp;nbsp;We pray to give thanks and to talk about our day, each night the you are asked to list one thing you're thankful for and one thing that made you sad during the day. &amp;nbsp;Every night you can come up with something you're thankful for, and most nights you have a difficult time coming up with something that made you sad: &amp;nbsp;proof that you guys are just happy kids (something &lt;i&gt;I'm&lt;/i&gt; thankful for). &amp;nbsp;We use this time to talk about our day, things that were fun, behaviors we can improve upon, and lots of other conversation starters. &amp;nbsp;We also pray for each other and our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One day this week I asked Kale what he was thankful for, without hesitation he said "You, Mommy." &amp;nbsp;It was one of those mom moment's where I could actually feel my heart melt. &amp;nbsp;Pile of goo. &amp;nbsp;As difficult as some days are with a three and a five-year-old, it's moments like this... &amp;nbsp;That keep me from eating my young.&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&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Want to check out some other super great Project 52 eye candy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.styleberryblog.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Styleberry&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://wickedkate.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Wicked Kate&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://mtn-momma.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Adventures in Mommyhood&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.lucasandmahina.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Lucas &amp;amp; Mahina&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.heathermarieportraits.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Heather Marie Portraits&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.something-insightful.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Something Insightful&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can I link you too? &amp;nbsp;Leave me a comment.&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/5287249778766342140-4994892437786826550?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/4994892437786826550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2012/02/project-52-5.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/4994892437786826550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/4994892437786826550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2012/02/project-52-5.html' title='Project 52 {5}'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-q9UCCIl1E8o/TytIZePPmUI/AAAAAAAABEY/1mFAEy_AJl4/s72-c/019+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-1598221407795088717</id><published>2012-02-02T20:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T13:25:09.722-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Style'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haley'/><title type='text'>Style, by Haley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1yp8dV7ZJDU/TytVvrtL0qI/AAAAAAAABEg/_9LY3XB8yTY/s1600/style.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="448" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1yp8dV7ZJDU/TytVvrtL0qI/AAAAAAAABEg/_9LY3XB8yTY/s640/style.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember &lt;a href="http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2012/01/project-52-4.html" target="_blank"&gt;last week&lt;/a&gt; when I told you that we battle her outfits and how much I love her style when she can just play? &amp;nbsp;We had &lt;a href="http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2010/02/true-colorado-experience.html" target="_blank"&gt;Yanni&lt;/a&gt; over the other day and she decided that since the boys had played enough with the Imaginext, and "shooter guns", it was obviously time for a photo shoot. &amp;nbsp;So after chasing the boys away from my tripod (clearly a "shooter gun") and out of my studio (a great sniper location because the loft looks over almost the entire house). &amp;nbsp;She had her accessories set: &amp;nbsp;The outfit I made her wear because we had conference that day (cream shirt from Children's Place, and a reversible smock from Nordstrom Rack), a faux fur (duh) boa, purple flower sunglasses and a Tinker bell Umbrella. &amp;nbsp;Done. &amp;nbsp;Also, it should be noted that all outfits can be completed with this pink boa (if you're 5).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I apologize for the lack of white balance here, totally forgot to do it before I started the shoot and lost some cool pictures because of it. &amp;nbsp;Bummer. &amp;nbsp;Lesson learned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287249778766342140-1598221407795088717?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/1598221407795088717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2012/02/style-by-haley.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/1598221407795088717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/1598221407795088717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2012/02/style-by-haley.html' title='Style, by Haley'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1yp8dV7ZJDU/TytVvrtL0qI/AAAAAAAABEg/_9LY3XB8yTY/s72-c/style.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-2258414660021768328</id><published>2012-01-30T14:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T14:02:45.656-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='action'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colorado'/><title type='text'>Immersion is the best form of learning</title><content type='html'>When we first moved out here three years ago, my girlfriend casually mentioned that she was going to "join a local Roller Derby team, was I interested too?" &amp;nbsp;"Uh... No, I'm way not tough enough for that" was my response. &amp;nbsp;I'm the person who quit water polo because I didn't like conflict in the environment that I'm most comfortable in, the water. &amp;nbsp;Never mind that it had been &lt;i&gt;years&lt;/i&gt; since I'd been on a pair of roller skates. I was out, but the idea was interesting, I told her we'd&amp;nbsp;definitely go support her in a bout. &amp;nbsp;Three years later and (many) broken dates on my end (sorry), I finally made it out to one and (at Carri's urging), brought along my camera. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The morning of, I had a moment of panic when I was all of a sudden lacking confidence in my abilities (a common&amp;nbsp;occurrence&amp;nbsp;right before most of my shoots), and knew that with my manual focus zoom I just wasn't going to be anywhere near fast enough (and dude, let me tell you, this sport is&lt;i&gt; fast&lt;/i&gt;). &amp;nbsp;This must require a new lens. &amp;nbsp;A trip to the store later my camera bag of tricks now contains a 55-300mm. &amp;nbsp;Jeff says I'm getting a card for Valentine's Day (I don't even need that). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I pulled all seven-hundred-something (!!) photo's into the computer to start &lt;strike&gt;gratuitously deleting&lt;/strike&gt; processing, I knew I wanted to take a very harsh, vivid, but&amp;nbsp;shadowy&amp;nbsp;kind of approach to processing them. &amp;nbsp;Most of them I totally got the look I was going for. &amp;nbsp;And how fun to completely change up my normal style, it was like Halloween for my processing. &amp;nbsp;Anyway, here are my top photos of the night and a few things I learned:&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/-qqwCL8TxJyk/Tyb5KNBzh2I/AAAAAAAABEQ/Rnde4Tc68BU/s1600/collage.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="512" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qqwCL8TxJyk/Tyb5KNBzh2I/AAAAAAAABEQ/Rnde4Tc68BU/s640/collage.jpg" width="640" /&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;Working clockwise from the top left corner:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;1. &amp;nbsp;A Jammer on the last jam of the night, the girl in the background cheering is the coach for the other team. It was great to watch how supportive everyone was of each other, regardless of the teams. &amp;nbsp;I also love her expression, you could tell she was really enjoying herself. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;2. &amp;nbsp;A ref's skates at half-time. &amp;nbsp;But more importantly, his socks. &amp;nbsp;Let me tell you, if you're a detail shooter, there's so much subject matter at one of these.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;3. &amp;nbsp;The "crappy wooden sign" to let you know where to turn off the main road. &amp;nbsp;It's right on the corner of this desolate lot, and just begged for a picture. &amp;nbsp;There I was in the middle of the road taking it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;4. &amp;nbsp;My favorite shot of the night. &amp;nbsp;Two girls and their knee pads lined up waiting for the whistle. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;5. &amp;nbsp;Blood on the track. &amp;nbsp;Someone told me it wasn't real, they had some zombie thing here a couple weeks ago, but it &lt;i&gt;so&lt;/i&gt; fit into the roughness of the whole event, I couldn't resist. &amp;nbsp;If you're a story telling kind of photographer, go to Roller Derby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;6. &amp;nbsp;As my wuss-self anticipated, it's rough out there and people fall. &amp;nbsp;I loved her expression in this picture. &amp;nbsp;Just &lt;strike&gt;pissed&lt;/strike&gt; mad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;8. &amp;nbsp;More skates lined up waiting for the whistle. &amp;nbsp;It was interesting to be able to be so up close and see all the personal details the girls put into their costumes and gear, my camera allowed me inside the safety tape, so I was able to observe so much more than your average spectator. &amp;nbsp;Lucky!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;9. &amp;nbsp;Another Jammer (denoted by the star on the cap), getting ready to go, her make-up made it really difficult to resist shooting her. &amp;nbsp;I loved the intense focus in her eyes in this picture. &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;Now, lest you think I've abandoned portrait/kid shooting, I did learn that, while action is fun, it's the people and the details that I really tend to enjoy. &amp;nbsp;However, learning to shoot action will&amp;nbsp;undoubtedly&amp;nbsp;serve me well when Haley and Kale start to really get into sports. &amp;nbsp;But then again, shooting my kids can sometimes be action (goodness they can be quick). &amp;nbsp;All of that said and learned I met this guy:&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/-ygQrpziAtWs/Tyb5JEeyvaI/AAAAAAAABEI/FYlA3G4juXQ/s1600/105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ygQrpziAtWs/Tyb5JEeyvaI/AAAAAAAABEI/FYlA3G4juXQ/s640/105.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet Barris. &amp;nbsp;His mom is a Derby Girl, and I found him hanging out (camera in his hands the whole night) upstairs. &amp;nbsp;Super cool, polite kid that just has and old soul, kind of way about him (I couldn't resist his photo, he's a total natural - look at that face!). &amp;nbsp;Apparently he's into skateboarding, has some serious moves on the dance floor, you'll be seeing more of him here for sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also met Al. &amp;nbsp;I'd show you a picture of him, but, like me, he had a camera to his face almost the whole night too. &amp;nbsp;He gave me about a million crazy useful pointers about where the good shots come from, how close I could get away with, and just photography stuff in general. Most strikingly he was really willing to help an&amp;nbsp;amateur&amp;nbsp;out. &amp;nbsp;So great. &amp;nbsp;Al, I totally appreciate it, thank you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interested about Roller Derby or want to check out a bout? &amp;nbsp;Go here to learn more: &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.missilemountain.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Missile Mountain Roller Derby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287249778766342140-2258414660021768328?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/2258414660021768328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2012/01/immersion-is-best-form-of-learning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/2258414660021768328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/2258414660021768328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2012/01/immersion-is-best-form-of-learning.html' title='Immersion is the best form of learning'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qqwCL8TxJyk/Tyb5KNBzh2I/AAAAAAAABEQ/Rnde4Tc68BU/s72-c/collage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-3867517838446710997</id><published>2012-01-27T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T09:13:36.922-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 52'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colorado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haley'/><title type='text'>Project 52 {4}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My favorite thing about you is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Your style.&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/-6zE6OIU0YnM/TyHIyVSQZKI/AAAAAAAABEA/os2NpL3AVG8/s1600/009+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="426" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6zE6OIU0YnM/TyHIyVSQZKI/AAAAAAAABEA/os2NpL3AVG8/s640/009+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;f/1.8 1/250 ISO-500&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every day is a battle with you, 5 year old. &amp;nbsp;Most of it stems from the fact that we live in Colorado and the weather is one of two options: &amp;nbsp;Very hot or very cold. &amp;nbsp;Inevitably, you will pick the least appropriate outfit for the weather, and we'll battle it out (we have to go to school 5 days a week and likely, if I let you just "figure it out", someone would arrest me for neglect). &amp;nbsp;Add to this the fact that you strongly dislike wearing jeans and would rather just wear your tights or sleeveless dress every day... &amp;nbsp;The other part of it is that you are me, and we are both stubborn and independent. &amp;nbsp;But then there are those days when we have no where to go and nothing to do. &amp;nbsp;I let you wear whatever your heart desires and you surprise me with the greatest outfits (sometimes the only thing that ties them together is the fluffy factor, or the color - not shade or hue - of pink). &amp;nbsp;You picked the above outfit on a (very) cold day in January, but it was one of those days. &amp;nbsp;And the fact that you paired it with a classic strand of pearls? &amp;nbsp;Perfect.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could take pictures of these kids' eyes for days. &amp;nbsp;I probably have a million of them already. &amp;nbsp;But this is the first time that I've loved her eyes without even seeing them in the picture. &amp;nbsp;This day we were trying to even up the good pictures of the kids since I took that one of &lt;a href="http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-sweet-boy.html" target="_blank"&gt;Kale last week&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Want to check out some other super great Project 52 eye candy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.styleberryblog.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Styleberry&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://wickedkate.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Wicked Kate&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://mtn-momma.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Adventures in Mommyhood&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.lucasandmahina.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Lucas &amp;amp; Mahina&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.heathermarieportraits.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Heather Marie Portraits&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.something-insightful.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Something Insightful&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can I link you too? &amp;nbsp;Leave me a comment.&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/5287249778766342140-3867517838446710997?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/3867517838446710997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2012/01/project-52-4.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/3867517838446710997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/3867517838446710997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2012/01/project-52-4.html' title='Project 52 {4}'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6zE6OIU0YnM/TyHIyVSQZKI/AAAAAAAABEA/os2NpL3AVG8/s72-c/009+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-603541493452168969</id><published>2012-01-20T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T09:15:43.982-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 52'/><title type='text'>Project 52 {3}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My favorite thing about you is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Experiencing old things through your new eyes.&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://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZzQ4vB9dasg/TxiIiBNoBkI/AAAAAAAABDw/rskdRJGv2QY/s1600/075+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZzQ4vB9dasg/TxiIiBNoBkI/AAAAAAAABDw/rskdRJGv2QY/s640/075+copy.jpg" width="424" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;f/4 1/30 ISO-1000&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This week you both had a couple of firsts. &amp;nbsp;Haley had her first slumber party at a friends house, and at barely 5 years old, managed to outlast the older kids and her friend and held out till 11:30 before she &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt; went to bed. &amp;nbsp;We purchased some light up bracelets to make the night extra fun and let you take nearly your entire bed with you. &amp;nbsp;Let me just tell you, not having her in the house that night was a little strange, like we'd forgot something. &amp;nbsp;I have a feeling this is the first of about a million of these so I'd better get used to it. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;That same night we took Kale to his first Hockey game. &amp;nbsp;Colorado College vs. St. Cloud State. &amp;nbsp;A great game, but even better was watching how much you enjoyed it! &amp;nbsp;And can we just say... The Zambonis?! &amp;nbsp;Those were "Super cool mom"! &amp;nbsp;I was amazed at your attention span and ability, to sit through 2 periods plus over time, especially considering when we got there it was already past your bedtime, but then you were receiving undivided attention from both Mom and Dad. &amp;nbsp;Also great (aside from your Tiger face(s) above)? &amp;nbsp;You decided you didn't much care for Cotton Candy, which is makes me happy because I &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; it and there's more for me! &amp;nbsp;However, you were not so great at sharing the popcorn. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Both of these things I can remember doing all. the. time. growing up. &amp;nbsp;While something may seem so everyday or un-special to me, it was a first for you and brought back what it was like when I was younger. &amp;nbsp;As many grey hairs as you're sure to give me, these experiences this week took me back and it was fantastic. &amp;nbsp;I can't wait for more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Want to check out some other super great Project 52 eye candy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.styleberryblog.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Styleberry&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://wickedkate.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Wicked Kate&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://mtn-momma.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Adventures in Mommyhood&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;. &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.lucasandmahina.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Lucas &amp;amp; Mahina&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.heathermarieportraits.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Heather Marie Portraits&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.something-insightful.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Something Insightful&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can I link you too? &amp;nbsp;Leave me a comment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5287249778766342140-603541493452168969?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/603541493452168969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2012/01/project-52-3.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/603541493452168969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/603541493452168969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2012/01/project-52-3.html' title='Project 52 {3}'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZzQ4vB9dasg/TxiIiBNoBkI/AAAAAAAABDw/rskdRJGv2QY/s72-c/075+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-697489473610701184</id><published>2012-01-19T14:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T15:06:04.959-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>My Sweet Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-omXjcAursYo/TxiMcdqKc1I/AAAAAAAABD4/Ji3GPjWDcMo/s1600/085+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="424" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-omXjcAursYo/TxiMcdqKc1I/AAAAAAAABD4/Ji3GPjWDcMo/s640/085+copy.jpg" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;f/1.8 1/160 ISO-500&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This &lt;i&gt;should&lt;/i&gt; have been my Project 52 pic this week, seeing as how it's head and shoulders (yuk yuk yuk) above anything else I've produced this week, but I got so excited I went and shared it on Facebook. &amp;nbsp;Dangit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Jeff went hunting this past three day weekend so I decided to play with &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; hobby. &amp;nbsp;I went into my loft, and hung a white sheet from the desk, which is right by a North facing window. &amp;nbsp;Behind me I hung another white sheet off the ironing board to help me reflect the light. &amp;nbsp;This was taken in the afternoon just messing around with the kiddos. &amp;nbsp;There was some minor processing in Photoshop, in the interest of full disclosure. &amp;nbsp;Also in the interest of full disclosure, I had a great one of Haley too, but I missed the focus so it got scrapped. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Three years old is a crazy hard age. &amp;nbsp;My dad once told me "you know why they call it terrible twos? &amp;nbsp;Because they hadn't met three yet". &amp;nbsp;No joke. &amp;nbsp;I've lived through one and a half years of the threes now and so far? &amp;nbsp;Man. &amp;nbsp;It's tough. &amp;nbsp;They push boundaries like never before, they're sassy, they forget how to listen, and the list could go on. &amp;nbsp;But, they're still your kids, and I don't have to tell you that you still love them. &amp;nbsp;You just realize how lucky they're going to be to make it to four.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kale has taken to the three's exactly as his sister did only this time the three year old is taller, tougher, still likes to head butt things, and can't dress himself yet (&lt;i&gt;ARGH! &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;But we're working on it). &amp;nbsp;The one thing that seems to reign him in is asking him "Do you know where my sweet boy is? &amp;nbsp;Because I just can't seem to find him right now". &amp;nbsp;He'll disappear (to another room, below the bed, somewhere), and reappear with this face. &amp;nbsp;His sweet boy face. &amp;nbsp;Never a full smile, just enough of a smirk to let you know he still has some nice left in him, but mischief is doing everything it can to take him over. &amp;nbsp;It only lasts a moment, but I love it, and it's enough of a reminder that this age is only a moment. &amp;nbsp;Talk to me again when they're fourteen. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287249778766342140-697489473610701184?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/697489473610701184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-sweet-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/697489473610701184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/697489473610701184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-sweet-boy.html' title='My Sweet Boy'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-omXjcAursYo/TxiMcdqKc1I/AAAAAAAABD4/Ji3GPjWDcMo/s72-c/085+copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-4198738803509501743</id><published>2012-01-15T12:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T12:07:31.594-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>And then one day we were a family of four</title><content type='html'>There's a baby boom abound right now, and lots of friends are having their second wee ones. &amp;nbsp;When Haley came around she was right in the middle. &amp;nbsp;Some of my friends had their first already, some were pregnant right along with me and others were still about to travel down that road. &amp;nbsp;But when Kale came along, I was one of the front runners to have #2. &amp;nbsp;Mostly, because we made the decision to have our kids close together... 17 months apart to be exact. &amp;nbsp;Haley was just 6 months old when we tried (and succeeded) with Kale. &amp;nbsp;We got lots of "you know where babies come from right?" and "WOW, couldn't keep your hands off each other" and "Are you crazy?!" comments. &amp;nbsp;(Mostly) These were answered with "Yup, we actually planned it this way", and even started prefacing it with "Yes, we planned this." &amp;nbsp;People right? &amp;nbsp;But my sister and I are a tiny 15 months apart and I really appreciate the relationship we have, being a military family I wanted my kids to have a built in best friend that would always be around. &amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was incredibly focused on their relationship, the transition for Haley, and the fact that the second time around was going to be a boy. &amp;nbsp;A &lt;i&gt;boy&lt;/i&gt;! &amp;nbsp;Coming from a family with lots of girls, the boy thing was completely new to me, and I was consumed with all things blue and what a contrast they were to the sea of pink we were currently in. &amp;nbsp;I completely glossed over the transition from a family of three to a family of four. My thought was "I'm a good&amp;nbsp;mom and I can handle it".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stay at home with my kids and have been lucky enough since weeks before Haley was born. &amp;nbsp;She and I had a great, close relationship, and I was&amp;nbsp;wholly unprepared for what adding another into the mix would &lt;i&gt;feel&lt;/i&gt; like. &amp;nbsp;I planned for the transition for her, we talked about having a brother, and how he would be tiny and need lots of Mommy's attention. &amp;nbsp;We talked about how you need to be gentle, and speak softly, but she was only 17 months (walking for only 3 months!). &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day Kale arrived was mostly uneventful, we had a planned c-section so I just hung out till it was my turn. &amp;nbsp;But in those "stewing hours" I began to freak out a little... What had I done to Haley? &amp;nbsp;It would no longer be the two of us/the three of us. &amp;nbsp;There would be this newcomer. &amp;nbsp;Would he fit in? &amp;nbsp;How would he fit in? &amp;nbsp;Oh my gosh, it's too late to take this back, we're stuck here, and I've completely destroyed my precious girl. &amp;nbsp;I even remember thinking that there was&lt;i&gt; no possible way&lt;/i&gt; that I was going to love him as much as her, my heart just wasn't big enough. &amp;nbsp;Funny how those hormones work isn't it? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So. &amp;nbsp;Here are 10 things that I wish I had been told, right then, in those moments:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. &amp;nbsp;Yes, no matter how much you love #1, you will love #2 equally. &amp;nbsp;But maybe not right at first in the same way. &amp;nbsp;Remember when #1 was born and you loved them right away? &amp;nbsp;That love has evolved into the kind where you know them inside and out. &amp;nbsp;You have to get to know #2, but you'll get there. &amp;nbsp;You'll still love them right away and you won't even realize when it changes to the inside out kind. &amp;nbsp;I promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. &amp;nbsp;You haven't destroyed your relationship with #1 by bringing in #2. &amp;nbsp;You've strengthened it. &amp;nbsp;And it's okay that they no longer get 100% of your attention during the day, they're going to be better people because of it. &amp;nbsp;I promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. &amp;nbsp;By making them the older sibling, you haven't forced them to grow up before they're ready. &amp;nbsp;They're still the same kid you had before #2. &amp;nbsp;I promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. &amp;nbsp;It's okay to put #2 down and snuggle up with #1 in the hospital bed, and when they'd rather play with with whatever cool medical stuff they can find in the hospital room, it doesn't mean they're taking anything out on you. &amp;nbsp;I promise. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. &amp;nbsp;You're going to have a split second when you're going to wonder about #2 and if they'll be as great as #1. &amp;nbsp;They will be. &amp;nbsp;I promise. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. &amp;nbsp;When you're feeding #2 and #1 does something terrible, they're not trying to tell you you're a bad parent. &amp;nbsp;They're testing your boundaries. &amp;nbsp;This might sound totally rational now, but the thought will cross your mind. You're a great parent. &amp;nbsp;I promise. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. &amp;nbsp;There will come times when you'll have to choose between the two and #1 will get the short end of the stick. &amp;nbsp;It's okay. &amp;nbsp;You can make it up to them later. &amp;nbsp;They won't hold it against you, and they'll still turn into good people. &amp;nbsp;I promise. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. &amp;nbsp;It's okay to call your friends and freak out a little. &amp;nbsp;Call one that already has two kids. &amp;nbsp;She understands. &amp;nbsp;I promise. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. &amp;nbsp;Trust your "Mommy Sense". &amp;nbsp;You know what you're doing this time around. &amp;nbsp;I promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. &amp;nbsp;Everything's going to be fine. &amp;nbsp;There's a happy ending. &amp;nbsp;You'll sleep again someday. &amp;nbsp;I promise. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/-C4C75aeGeII/TxMjsYivcII/AAAAAAAABDo/LDm2tcqfJfg/s1600/sibling+quote.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C4C75aeGeII/TxMjsYivcII/AAAAAAAABDo/LDm2tcqfJfg/s320/sibling+quote.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287249778766342140-4198738803509501743?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/4198738803509501743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2012/01/and-then-one-day-we-were-family-of-four.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/4198738803509501743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/4198738803509501743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2012/01/and-then-one-day-we-were-family-of-four.html' title='And then one day we were a family of four'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C4C75aeGeII/TxMjsYivcII/AAAAAAAABDo/LDm2tcqfJfg/s72-c/sibling+quote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-2861293517630288939</id><published>2012-01-13T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T14:25:09.642-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 52'/><title type='text'>Project 52 {2}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;My favorite thing about you is:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;The way you love and take care of each other.&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/-Dms9B87t6QU/Tw5m5T3k-aI/AAAAAAAABDg/XyALpDp1fLI/s1600/006.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dms9B87t6QU/Tw5m5T3k-aI/AAAAAAAABDg/XyALpDp1fLI/s320/006.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;f/4 1/800 ISO 200&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most days the two of you flip back and forth in a never ending circle of loving each other and driving the other up the wall (which, in turn, drives me up the wall). &amp;nbsp;You are each other's best friend. &amp;nbsp;Your very first and most important best friend; and I've been here from the very beginning to watch this amazing friendship grow. &amp;nbsp;When one of you is hurt, the other runs over as fast as you can and gives the best and most sincere hug, you can see how badly you want the other to feel better (even if you're the one who caused the hurt). &amp;nbsp;You miss the other when they're not around. &amp;nbsp;When you send each other off to school, you each get the last hug before you head off into class and the first one when we come to pick you up, and in the in between time, you hardly know how to play by yourself. &amp;nbsp;Watching you love each other is one of the best parts about being your mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I took this picture, I truly meant to document their feet, together. &amp;nbsp;If they're anything like me, they're going to be growing at a rapid rate, and for this brief moment in time, they're pretty much the same size (though, in about a month, Kale will officially be a whole size bigger than her, I'm sure of it). &amp;nbsp;I was going to talk about their steps into the world and how they should be sure to take them together. &amp;nbsp;I don't think that's going to be an issue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Kale will tell you that winter in Colorado (when you're three) is the only time you are (EVER) allowed to wear socks and Crocs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Want to check out some other super great Project 52 eye candy?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;. &lt;a href="http://www.styleberryblog.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Styleberry&lt;/a&gt; . &lt;a href="http://wickedkate.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Wicked Kate&lt;/a&gt; . &lt;a href="http://mtn-momma.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Adventures in Mommyhood&lt;/a&gt; . &amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.lucasandmahina.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Lucas &amp;amp; Mahina&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;. &lt;a href="http://www.heathermarieportraits.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Heather Marie Portraits&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;. &lt;a href="http://www.something-insightful.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Something Insightful&amp;nbsp;&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can I link you too? &amp;nbsp;Leave me a comment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287249778766342140-2861293517630288939?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/2861293517630288939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2012/01/project-52-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/2861293517630288939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/2861293517630288939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2012/01/project-52-2.html' title='Project 52 {2}'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dms9B87t6QU/Tw5m5T3k-aI/AAAAAAAABDg/XyALpDp1fLI/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-8241642500905466920</id><published>2012-01-06T12:34:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T15:38:33.996-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Project 52'/><title type='text'>Project 52 {1}</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My Favorite thing about you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Is how much you love school. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br class="Apple-interchange-newline" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zGHkkErNxNU/TwdQHv2HifI/AAAAAAAABBw/qx95gS_1CZE/s1600/053.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694608347866040818" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zGHkkErNxNU/TwdQHv2HifI/AAAAAAAABBw/qx95gS_1CZE/s400/053.2.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 267px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;f/2.8 1/400 ISO 3200&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Haley, today you turned 5! FIVE... F.I.V.E. FIVE! That's a whole entire hand! Instead of dropping you off at the door with a boat load of cupcakes to celebrate with your classmates, your dad and I got the opportunity to be there. Right there. With you. We experienced your excitement at being the leader, heard your show and tell, and got to sing "Happy Birthday" with your classmates. I love seeing you interact with your friends, getting to know your teachers and helping with the craft projects.  Both of you love school.  Nothing makes my heart happier because I loved school too.  I hope that your love of learning is something you take with you your entire lives.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So... Yeah.  It's been more than a year since I've blogged.  My sister told me (at Halloween) that it was time to post something since it had been since last Halloween that I had done anything with it.  I honestly can't tell you what the blog even looks like right now, it's been so darn long.  I can tell you though, that it needs to be updated.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So here it is the first week of 2012 and I've vowed three things this year:  Get fit (again), blog more often, and work on my new (favorite) hobby: photography.  What better way to do two of the three than with a Project 52.  I was inspired by the one my friend Shawna did last year, check out her blog &lt;a href="http://www.styleberryblog.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I really looked forward to it each Friday, like I hope you'll look forward to mine.  She's also doing &lt;a href="http://styleberryblog.com/project-52-one"&gt;another one&lt;/a&gt; this year and I'd really encourage you to follow her too - you won't be sorry.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;For my theme I mulled over a few ideas and up until about 15 minutes ago was convinced that I was going to do "Growing up", but my mind kept nagging me.  I didn't want this to be about rushing them through childhood, at 3 and (now) 5, they're just starting to grow up and as I kept looking at the pictures today "My Favorite Thing About you" grabbed hold of me and wouldn't let go.  So, there it is.  Each week I'll use my pictures to illustrate to my family what my favorite thing about them is.  I have lots of favorite things about them.  52 isn't going to begin to cover it.  But it's a start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287249778766342140-8241642500905466920?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/8241642500905466920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2012/01/project-52-1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/8241642500905466920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/8241642500905466920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2012/01/project-52-1.html' title='Project 52 {1}'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zGHkkErNxNU/TwdQHv2HifI/AAAAAAAABBw/qx95gS_1CZE/s72-c/053.2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-5250824541719342895</id><published>2010-11-04T15:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T16:19:50.364-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sewing projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meghan'/><title type='text'>A little witch and a turtle</title><content type='html'>So this year we started talking back at the end of August/early September about what in the world the kids wanted to be for Halloween. Kale was always going to be a turtle, the kid loves them and this is likely the last year he's going to just allow me to pick out and make his costume so I found a pattern and went with it. Haley on the other hand... well, there was a point where she was going to be a Strawberry Shortcake/Alice in Wonderland/Cinderella/Witch. I'm really glad we were able to find a focus there because I can't even imagine what that costume would look like otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-halloween.html"&gt;Last year &lt;/a&gt;I managed to make Kale a really great dinosaur and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;subsequently&lt;/span&gt; learned that following a pattern is definitely not rocket science... at least not for a kids costume. So I figured this year that I could make two costumes if I started early enough. By the end of September/early October I had patterns and supplies and was off and running. Originally I bought a pattern for Haley, but realized that she had a black shirt and tights were only $5 at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Wal-Mart&lt;/span&gt; so all I had to do was find her a hat, and sew her a tutu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the great thing about making your kids' costumes: I could make them as warm and modest as I want. Hence, Kale is head to toe fleece because typically, out here in Colorado, it's like -25 degrees and snowing horizontally. Or so I hear, we've been here for three of them and each one has been uncharacteristically warm - like no coats necessary. But just in case I keep my kids as warm as humanly possible. For Haley, I made her skirt a bit longer than a lot of witch costumes out there (and we just won't even talk about some of the older kid costumes coming down the pipe in the coming years). I did this for two reasons, one, a longer tutu is cute - it gives it a bit more room to fluff, and two, this will fit her for a long while - instead of using an elastic waist (hindsight that might have been better but...) I did a satin ribbon tie so she'll be able to wear this thing for a &lt;em&gt;long&lt;/em&gt; time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... Blah blah blah. Here's what you're waiting for: the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TNMpchFXpoI/AAAAAAAABA0/09wuwe2f_RA/s1600/048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535813936862439042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TNMpchFXpoI/AAAAAAAABA0/09wuwe2f_RA/s320/048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is at the zoo. This is the second year we've done their Boo at the Zoo and really enjoy going around to see the animals while we trick or treat at stands set up by lots of local businesses. Below them are the zebras and "G-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Raffes&lt;/span&gt;", the tree is there for the vultures but it was a perfect scary backdrop. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TNMpcAHr4yI/AAAAAAAABAs/igvBcoWJQsY/s1600/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535813928013783842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TNMpcAHr4yI/AAAAAAAABAs/igvBcoWJQsY/s320/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; For actual Halloween we went to our friends' home - they live in a "Socially Superb" neighborhood. My little girl makes a great witch. Also, we found her a kid's sized hat but it didn't have anything on it, and it really needed something so we got this feather boa stuff and I had to hand sew it to the hat - tedious and there is still a ton of purple fluff roaming around my house, but it really completes the outfit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TNMpbljIceI/AAAAAAAABAk/5QeCGZDOUAE/s1600/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535813920881144290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TNMpbljIceI/AAAAAAAABAk/5QeCGZDOUAE/s320/033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No, she is not capable of making a normal face in pictures. I think we used them all up for the wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TNMpbNKF7ZI/AAAAAAAABAc/8Y48fYk36Ek/s1600/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535813914333670802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TNMpbNKF7ZI/AAAAAAAABAc/8Y48fYk36Ek/s320/036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Dude-a-Turtle. If you asked him, he was a &lt;em&gt;Scary&lt;/em&gt; turtle, but mostly he was just cute and mildly uncomfortable with that shell on him. I wish we got a picture of him from behind, it was a really cool shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TNMpaxf2hCI/AAAAAAAABAU/IP35vtHRiks/s1600/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535813906908742690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TNMpaxf2hCI/AAAAAAAABAU/IP35vtHRiks/s320/040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And the family picture. Jeff really wanted to be The Cat In The Hat, but thought this up at the last minute (I'm sure I could have made him an awesome one too). So we found the kids' dress-up costume, tied it around his neck, pinned it in the back and threw a giant &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;afro&lt;/span&gt; wig up in the hat to make it stand up - Done! Cat In The Hat. Now, you can't tell in this picture, because, as usual, I'm overtaken by kids, but I'm wearing a pair of Haley's fairy wings, and her tiara from the wedding, my hair was all loopy and cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that once my kids no longer want or need my costume creating services, I'm going to hire myself out... costume sewing is just fun. Also, while the kids got a ton of candy, there were not nearly enough Butterfingers to pay me for making their costumes - bummer. Oh, and BTW, this year we carved some super awesome pumpkins, I could describe them, but honestly... &lt;em&gt;Boring&lt;/em&gt;. We did these the Thursday night before Halloween and I stuck them outside thinking we would just get pictures with the kids on Halloween night when we lit them up. Yeah, Friday was &lt;em&gt;hot&lt;/em&gt; and the darn things just melted. They &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;literally&lt;/span&gt; look like they melted, all of the faces, and designs just fell from the heat. This is especially sad because four of the 7 we carved (we had a total of 9), we grew ourselves in our garden. We didn't even light them up they looked so &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;pitiful&lt;/span&gt;. Note to self for next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&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/5287249778766342140-5250824541719342895?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/5250824541719342895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2010/11/little-witch-and-turtle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/5250824541719342895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/5250824541719342895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2010/11/little-witch-and-turtle.html' title='A little witch and a turtle'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TNMpchFXpoI/AAAAAAAABA0/09wuwe2f_RA/s72-c/048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-6097149694376923147</id><published>2010-10-26T14:52:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T15:19:45.660-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fitness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>We're raising runners!</title><content type='html'>We started running a bit more than a year ago and it's kind of stuck. We go do a 5k in downtown Colorado Springs, it starts and finishes at our favorite Irish Pub. We also did that &lt;a href="http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-we-did-it.html"&gt;little run&lt;/a&gt; back in June. Aside from my personal goals and benefits, I really wanted to set a good fitness example for my kids. I want for them to grow up in a fun and active environment, I want this to be their normal. I want them to spend time outside running and playing and enjoying it as it's something that's taken me till my late 20's to fully embrace. Yes, I was athletic growing up, I loved to swim, but now, I love lots of things and I want my kids to start out being diverse in their activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being that the kids are 2 and 3 there aren't a lot of "organized" things available to them beyond maybe a tumbling class and some soccer theory. So when we heard about the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Venetucci&lt;/span&gt; Farms 5/10k and the accompanying kids fun runs, we were in! I ran the 5k that morning with a friend and we paid the $5 each for the kids to do a 400m dash. It was a quick lap, Kale was one of the final finishers, and Haley tripped, but they both crossed the finish line with a huge smile on their face and really enjoyed themselves. It didn't hurt that they both got first place ribbons and a pumpkin for running either. We had a great day at the farm with the kids getting some great fresh air and a bit of exercise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMdBs6dXNhI/AAAAAAAABAM/N9f_0EylgaE/s1600/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532462907110405650" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMdBs6dXNhI/AAAAAAAABAM/N9f_0EylgaE/s320/053.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At the starting line... you can see us at the top left of the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMdBsSn54kI/AAAAAAAABAE/TxqTL_ishEQ/s1600/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532462896417202754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMdBsSn54kI/AAAAAAAABAE/TxqTL_ishEQ/s320/054.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMdAx3v5sXI/AAAAAAAAA_8/dGg_x1d4z7Q/s1600/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532461892770574706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMdAx3v5sXI/AAAAAAAAA_8/dGg_x1d4z7Q/s320/056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Boys club off to a strong start!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMdAxa-QsYI/AAAAAAAAA_0/S2hx4qL98-s/s1600/059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532461885046174082" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMdAxa-QsYI/AAAAAAAAA_0/S2hx4qL98-s/s320/059.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Girls Club coming around the last corner. We went last weekend to support some of our friends who were competing in the Denver Rock n Roll Half Marathon and I couldn't help but look forward to the day when Haley will run on of those too and you'd better believe it'll be Girls Club running there too (which means I'd better get a bit faster and stick with this thing). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMdAw_vk6cI/AAAAAAAAA_s/GwhbNAw2krM/s1600/062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532461877736827330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMdAw_vk6cI/AAAAAAAAA_s/GwhbNAw2krM/s320/062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Boy's Club finishing the race! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMdAwkFi0VI/AAAAAAAAA_k/nBDr_mhRqj0/s1600/064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532461870312771922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMdAwkFi0VI/AAAAAAAAA_k/nBDr_mhRqj0/s320/064.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So the rule at the pumpkin patch was, the kids could only pick a pumpkin they could carry out of the patch, they both really pushed that limit. They carried it a good few feet, then they might have got a bit of help (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;shhh&lt;/span&gt;...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMdAvu2npnI/AAAAAAAAA_c/h0DidrjlVC0/s1600/068.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532461856023094898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMdAvu2npnI/AAAAAAAAA_c/h0DidrjlVC0/s320/068.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A family picture and again, getting both kids to look at the camera is never easy. This is the best we could do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/5287249778766342140-6097149694376923147?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/6097149694376923147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2010/10/were-raising-runners.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/6097149694376923147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/6097149694376923147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2010/10/were-raising-runners.html' title='We&apos;re raising runners!'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMdBs6dXNhI/AAAAAAAABAM/N9f_0EylgaE/s72-c/053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-7366969227686660532</id><published>2010-10-26T14:25:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T14:52:03.497-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Preschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haley'/><title type='text'>On her way to running the world</title><content type='html'>It's not that I would call my daughter bossy... well... yeah maybe that's the best explanation for her.  But a more "parent" term would be to call her a leader, one who takes her responsibilities seriously, or (and this might be my favorite), she's sure of herself and her abilities.  This is something that I really try to instill in her.  Independence, and self esteem, it's something I sure never lacked at her age and I feel it's served me well.  All of this to say that she has found her environment.  Haley started &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pres&lt;/span&gt;chool this fall at a really great Co-Op school.  Up front Co-Op means that every 6-8 weeks the parents get to go into the classroom to help out the teacher, we provide snacks, and help with clean-up, but I also get a great insight into how my child behaves in an educational environment, one with her peers, not just her brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say that she loves school wouldn't quite let you fully understand what a part of her life this has become.  She lives to go to school.  When we tell her it's a school night, we might as well tell her Santa's coming too.  It's a big deal.  We set her clothes out the night before and she always seems to wake up a few minutes earlier on school days.  She doesn't complain as much about me doing her hair because it's "for school" and on those occasions when her behavior lacks a little lustre, it's great to be able to hold it over her head.  I sure hope that still works when she's in high school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMc5w23EVSI/AAAAAAAAA_U/S8I8E5CCNKU/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532454178770933026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMc5w23EVSI/AAAAAAAAA_U/S8I8E5CCNKU/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So I mentioned that we set her clothes out the night before.  I'm just going to fess to this before someone rats me out... her dress is on backwards for &lt;em&gt;all&lt;/em&gt; of these pictures.  For the record, she dressed herself the first morning of school and the only thing that denotes the back of the dress from the front (aside from a tag) is a little button that should be on her collarbone, instead it's on her back shoulder.  Whatever.  We all made it out the door on time, and she made it to school, what can you do.  I guess she and Kale are now even - in his first pictures I put his little Nike's on backwards.  &lt;em&gt;Whatever&lt;/em&gt;.  Go ahead, take away my Mom of the Year prize, I'm sure I've lost it from lots of other infractions, but we just won't go there.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMc5wVgcYRI/AAAAAAAAA_M/eg0iL3M_dNQ/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532454169817669906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMc5wVgcYRI/AAAAAAAAA_M/eg0iL3M_dNQ/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So her backpack is an adorable &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pres&lt;/span&gt;chool size pack from the North Face.  I thought it was the greatest thing ever.  Turns out they send a lot of stuff home in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;school... giant works of art, normal size pieces of paper... lots of things... and a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;school size backpack is actually not anywhere near an appropriate size.  Have I replaced it yet?  No.  I refuse to buy into Dora, and all the other commercial characters until I absolutely have to.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMc5v0MXJeI/AAAAAAAAA_E/MZUiiEoK5LY/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532454160875070946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMc5v0MXJeI/AAAAAAAAA_E/MZUiiEoK5LY/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haley and her good friend &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yanni&lt;/span&gt;, who also started school the same day, but a different class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMc5vmHuk0I/AAAAAAAAA-8/jSnBk1rCzGE/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532454157097538370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMc5vmHuk0I/AAAAAAAAA-8/jSnBk1rCzGE/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Probably one of my most favorite pictures ever.  Ever.  EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMc5vItlNUI/AAAAAAAAA-0/8D9p54cTBkc/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532454149203244354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMc5vItlNUI/AAAAAAAAA-0/8D9p54cTBkc/s320/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dropping her off at the door, this is Mrs. Cooper, Haley's head teacher (there's also Mrs. Rose who's her classroom helper everyday).  She was fine, not one tear, or even hint of sadness or nerves, she was &lt;em&gt;ready&lt;/em&gt;.  Me?  Yup, I was fine too, I knew how excited she was and was excited for her, this was the beginning of what Jeff and I can only hope is a long and successful educational career.  Kale?  He yelled "Sissy!"  "Sissy NOW!" all the way down the hall in tears.  What would he do with out her?  Just so you know... Mom is not nearly as fun to hang out with as Sissy is.  But he's figuring it out which is turning out to be a learning process for him too.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287249778766342140-7366969227686660532?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/7366969227686660532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2010/10/on-her-way-to-running-world.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/7366969227686660532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/7366969227686660532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2010/10/on-her-way-to-running-world.html' title='On her way to running the world'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMc5w23EVSI/AAAAAAAAA_U/S8I8E5CCNKU/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-6045539110953722235</id><published>2010-10-26T14:00:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T14:25:42.454-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outdoors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colorado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Balloon Classic Round 2</title><content type='html'>On of the things that kind of marks the end of our summer around here is the Annual Balloon Classic that takes place every Labor Day weekend.  We went &lt;a href="http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2009/09/hot-air-balloon-classic.html"&gt;last year&lt;/a&gt; (kind of amazing to see how much they've grown since last year), and didn't want to miss out on it again this year.  Once again we went early in the morning to watch lift off and some balloons almost didn't make it up since here in Colorado, while it might be nice on the ground, just a few more feet up and it can be a bit nasty, colder temperatures, gustier winds, etc.  But most chose to head up and it was another big hit with the kids.  Once again we went with some of our great friends and were able to get some fun family pictures, although it seems like the kids tag team on who wants to be the one to smile for the pictures.  This day must have been Haley's because Kale is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;grumping&lt;/span&gt; in nearly all of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMc0muSRJoI/AAAAAAAAA-s/RJ_u3ziC4AE/s1600/063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532448507112269442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMc0muSRJoI/AAAAAAAAA-s/RJ_u3ziC4AE/s320/063.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was actually at the end of the day as we were on our way out.  I love it because it's a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt; picture where we didn't dress-up, it just really represents how we are on a normal day (including me with a ponytail and sunglasses on).  The only exception is Dude-a-Man who clearly didn't want his picture taken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMc0mMo_IqI/AAAAAAAAA-k/ulqSCHZx_rw/s1600/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532448498080752290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMc0mMo_IqI/AAAAAAAAA-k/ulqSCHZx_rw/s320/043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But then there's my little ham, with some "cheese" thrown in.  One of the things we worked on before the wedding was a good smile for pictures, this is the byproduct of my hard work.  I &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; this picture of her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMc0lVriIdI/AAAAAAAAA-c/K6mkeee1qV0/s1600/044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532448483327484370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMc0lVriIdI/AAAAAAAAA-c/K6mkeee1qV0/s320/044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Girls.  It's not uncommon when we head out for us to split into pairs, The Dude &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;prefers&lt;/span&gt; "Dude time" with Dad, and Haley likes "Girls Club".  We race in almost everything we do as it seems to be the best motivator to get her to do anything and if Girls Club wins, it's a good day, on the occasion that Boys Club beats us... well, we're working on being a good sport which isn't easy to do when you come from two highly &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;competitive&lt;/span&gt; parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMc0Pmw2O8I/AAAAAAAAA-U/2qUCRkpBdlA/s1600/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532448109956053954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMc0Pmw2O8I/AAAAAAAAA-U/2qUCRkpBdlA/s320/055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yup, wouldn't be the Balloon Classic if I didn't have some random scenery pictures of hot air balloons being blown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMc0PJWmtSI/AAAAAAAAA-M/2z5gI-IzPpo/s1600/076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532448102061356322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMc0PJWmtSI/AAAAAAAAA-M/2z5gI-IzPpo/s320/076.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yeah, this was pretty much the morning.  Haley learned how to do "Bunny Ears" for pictures, yup kid, real &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt; and original.  None the less, she did them everywhere, so here she is doing that and the boys are wrestling, like they do &lt;em&gt;all. the. time&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMc0O4VEpeI/AAAAAAAAA-E/fPXA_mTwaLk/s1600/091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532448097491527138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMc0O4VEpeI/AAAAAAAAA-E/fPXA_mTwaLk/s320/091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MmmmHmmm&lt;/span&gt;.  More scenery pictures. Or, random picture of a lady taking a picture, your call. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMc0OSxqrDI/AAAAAAAAA98/oUQej7j1yX8/s1600/106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532448087410912306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMc0OSxqrDI/AAAAAAAAA98/oUQej7j1yX8/s320/106.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And they're off!  They go take a quick dip in a lake, then they head off on their float. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMc0ODMm1WI/AAAAAAAAA90/oSmSesFSUmk/s1600/109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532448083228939618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMc0ODMm1WI/AAAAAAAAA90/oSmSesFSUmk/s320/109.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haley just informed me that in this picture they're playing tag.  I think that someday they're going to be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;embarrassed&lt;/span&gt; that I have a picture like this.  These two go to the same &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-school and may even start kindergarten together, not to mention they only live right up the street from us.  The only thing missing is the Dude, who's usually in on it too.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287249778766342140-6045539110953722235?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/6045539110953722235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2010/10/balloon-classic-round-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/6045539110953722235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/6045539110953722235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2010/10/balloon-classic-round-2.html' title='Balloon Classic Round 2'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMc0muSRJoI/AAAAAAAAA-s/RJ_u3ziC4AE/s72-c/063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-1755013617519100855</id><published>2010-10-24T14:12:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T15:26:01.881-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home for the Holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meghan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Yeah, yeah, yeah, get off my back...</title><content type='html'>So as you may have noticed, it's been a little while since I last posted a blog update.  I know.  I've been meaning to, and we keep doing cool thinks and I keep thinking it's going to be so fun to do a post about this, and then I remember what all i have to blog before we can get to it, and I get all kinds of overwhelmed and just scrap it for another day.  Anyway.  It's another day, I've forced myself.  And I've decided to just throw all of August into one giant post since once I've over that it'll be a lot easier to get some of the smaller posts finished.  Okay, done with my whining, on with my typing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We (being me and the kids, because someone has to work to allow us to do this stuff...) went home for THE. ENTIRE. MONTH. OF. AUGUST.  Bottom line: it was FAN.FREAKIN.TASTIC.  This wasn't just a "Hey, my work travels well, lets go to Seattle for a month" kind of trip, it was a "My cousin is getting married, half of us are in the wedding, and by God, I'm not missing a moment of this" kind of trip home.  And I don't think there was one thing we missed out on.  We got out there the 31st of July, and didn't come home till September 1st. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up on the list was just enjoying the fact that we didn't have to cram a million things into two week's worth of vacation.  So we went to watch a bit of my brother Ben's swim team practice at a pool that Jeff and I both have spent &lt;em&gt;many&lt;/em&gt; hours in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMSW8F083hI/AAAAAAAAA9s/zwbur3KtcNM/s1600/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531712201418399250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMSW8F083hI/AAAAAAAAA9s/zwbur3KtcNM/s320/050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After Ben was done with practice, we got the kids into their swim stuff and hopped in with him.  This is the same pool that I did two swim team's worth of practice in, Jeff did his diving and water polo in, while we were in high school.  Oh, and there's this whole other &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;lifeguarding&lt;/span&gt;/swim instructing thing that we did there through high school (and beyond for me) too.  Yeah, you could say that this pool is partially responsible for the existence of my kids.  It was like a crazy homecoming, life coming full circle kind of thing for me.  Except for the power-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;trippy&lt;/span&gt;, lifeguard, who clearly didn't know my history with this building, gosh I hope I wasn't like that as a guard.  It was really cool watching  my brother enjoy swimming so much too, it's pretty clear that us &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Schwabs&lt;/span&gt; are good in the water, my only regret was that I didn't race him.  I fear that as he goes into middle school this year, my day's of being able to beat him are quickly passing me by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531712184154618018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMSW7Fg8eKI/AAAAAAAAA9c/joxL5jn0P18/s320/069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then there was the bridal shower, but I was far too busy helping Lori carry out the party to stop for 4 seconds and take a picture.  Moving quickly on to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bachelorette&lt;/span&gt; party.  If you weren't there then you don't know, and that's all I'm saying about that, other than that it was beyond amazing and so much fun.  Having all of us together was like the stars aligning just right, I don't think this has happened since my wedding more than 7 years ago.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMSW7fs3-tI/AAAAAAAAA9k/Hbdm8wDBB2Q/s1600/071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531712191183977170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMSW7fs3-tI/AAAAAAAAA9k/Hbdm8wDBB2Q/s320/071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I also was part of the birth of what will hopefully become a family tradition, the maiden party of Merv, the party gnome.  I swear one of these day's I'm going to create a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; page for him and all of his awesomeness.  That way I can keep up with him from many miles away.  Maybe one day someone will drive him out my way... hint hint.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMSW6jWv56I/AAAAAAAAA9U/d8iJuQdloss/s1600/131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531712174985045922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMSW6jWv56I/AAAAAAAAA9U/d8iJuQdloss/s320/131.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Getting back from the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bachelorette&lt;/span&gt; party, it was time to get on some real wedding seriousness, like baking a million delicious rosemary cookies that Amanda used as her favors.  The really special thing about baking cookies, is this is where the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;flower girl&lt;/span&gt; truly fell in love with the bride.  I mean seriously, we had talked with Haley about her responsibilities, but Amanda might as well have been a unicorn as far as Haley was concerned.  Amanda showed up that night with a cupcake apron for her to borrow and let her help her all night long baking the cookies.  LOVE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMSWOLRNV1I/AAAAAAAAA9M/PLgUop5QYLA/s1600/133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531711412605114194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMSWOLRNV1I/AAAAAAAAA9M/PLgUop5QYLA/s320/133.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Once the cookie baking was done, Haley cuddled up with "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pumpa&lt;/span&gt;" and got ready for bed.  Prior to staying at my Aunt Linda's house while she was on vacation, we stayed two of the best weeks of my life with my dad.  He really got to spend some quality time getting to know the kids and vise &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;versa&lt;/span&gt;.  It was perfect, there just aren't any words for it.  On a side note, the cookie night ended perfectly, Dad showing his sisters Tosh.O.  We had been watching this show and any re-runs and on-demand that we could find and just peeing ourselves wishing everyone could see it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMSWN9DDSrI/AAAAAAAAA9E/HFVbFh0maUE/s1600/138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531711408787638962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMSWN9DDSrI/AAAAAAAAA9E/HFVbFh0maUE/s320/138.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the things I was most looking forward to with wedding prep was taking Haley to her first &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;mani&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pedi&lt;/span&gt;.  While she didn't get the whole deal (we had to keep her attention level in check), she did get them painted.  We walked in and she immediately picked the brightest shade of purple on the wall... yeah, not so much.  We were able to talk her down to a nice shade of sparkly pink.  She did great!  I can't wait to take her back and do it again... maybe for her birthday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMSWNFUxSTI/AAAAAAAAA88/6zMVsxl5OlY/s1600/143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531711393829570866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMSWNFUxSTI/AAAAAAAAA88/6zMVsxl5OlY/s320/143.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The next day was the wedding, we took off to get our hair done and all dressed up pretty.  It was an incredible day filled with love and the greatest family ever!  Haley and I were so honored to be a part of it.  As a side note, I wish I had pictures of all the silly faces Haley was making while she was getting her hair done, I know I'm biased, but she was the cutest flower girl around (lots of other people said so too, though). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMSWL1jZTxI/AAAAAAAAA8s/xWCtB3_XEWo/s1600/150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531711372416077586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMSWL1jZTxI/AAAAAAAAA8s/xWCtB3_XEWo/s320/150.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Three generations getting ready for the wedding.  By the way, LOVED my hair that day.  I need to pay someone to make my hair look like that everyday.  This is my Aunt Judy (mother of the bride) helping cut the strings out of my dress.  Jeff joined us for the wedding but left the next day to go on a week long fishing trip for salmon in Oregon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMSVaZAfxbI/AAAAAAAAA8k/DLTI-_GX8XA/s1600/170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531710522939917746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMSVaZAfxbI/AAAAAAAAA8k/DLTI-_GX8XA/s320/170.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From weddings, we went to farms.  This is the Elliott Farm.  They've known Jeff longer than me (by a long shot), and that's really saying something.  If you know my son, than you know that he &lt;em&gt;loves&lt;/em&gt;, all things boy, and that by no means stops for tractors, cows, and other livestock.  So we never miss a chance to get our personal farm tour.  This time happened to come with a ride on the tractor (hauling poo... does it get &lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt; cooler?!).  Bruce Elliott is officially the coolest guy Kale knows, he drives a tractor and Kale also got to "help" him work on his house, which involved tools too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMSVZ1pWepI/AAAAAAAAA8c/Oj_BG9Y2Z8I/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531710513447598738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMSVZ1pWepI/AAAAAAAAA8c/Oj_BG9Y2Z8I/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jeff came back and joined us for the last little bit of the trip which meant a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;play date&lt;/span&gt; for the boys.  No, not Kale and Luca (his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-determined &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt;), but for Jeff and Sonny.  Luckily they picked a great new park in Auburn and the kids had some fun too (though I'm not sure it was as much as the dads).  This is one of the swings that fits many kids, Haley loved it, I'm not so sure Luca thought it was cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMSVZQ9McsI/AAAAAAAAA8U/TtfESvYwyX4/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531710503598715586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMSVZQ9McsI/AAAAAAAAA8U/TtfESvYwyX4/s320/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's how you know she's my kids.  She loves spinning rides.  It was painful getting her off of the merry-go-round to go do other things around the park.  You couldn't spin it fast enough for her, and she had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMSVY9x9vEI/AAAAAAAAA8M/E7GI_5USaIA/s1600/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531710498451340354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMSVY9x9vEI/AAAAAAAAA8M/E7GI_5USaIA/s320/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, so if you look at Krystal's &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;facebook&lt;/span&gt; page, Luca is the happiest kid you'll ever see.  He just really didn't think I was the coolest person in the world.  Little does he know.  But this is a great picture of Aunt Krystal, Uncle Sonny and (someday) Kale's Brother from Another Mother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMSVYiK6s_I/AAAAAAAAA8E/gJlI63k_zUA/s1600/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531710491039806450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMSVYiK6s_I/AAAAAAAAA8E/gJlI63k_zUA/s320/031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See?!  Proof he was on a little bit of the vacation with us!  The boys just loved running around the park together (this time &lt;em&gt;my&lt;/em&gt; boys, not just Sonny and Jeff).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So the greatest vacation ever!  I have to say it made me kind of homesick being around for a longer period of time.  It really gave me a taste of what it would be like to live out there with my family, and it felt good.  But then I came back to Colorado and it's nice here too.  So I've decided that everyone in Washington just needs to move to Colorado with me.  Problem solved.  See you all soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287249778766342140-1755013617519100855?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/1755013617519100855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2010/10/yeah-yeah-yeah-get-off-my-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/1755013617519100855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/1755013617519100855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2010/10/yeah-yeah-yeah-get-off-my-back.html' title='Yeah, yeah, yeah, get off my back...'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TMSW8F083hI/AAAAAAAAA9s/zwbur3KtcNM/s72-c/050.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-1962757931440542813</id><published>2010-07-15T09:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T09:08:10.003-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meghan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>YAY!  we have real family photos!</title><content type='html'>So the day before Jeff and I ran our marathons, we took the kids, plus our nephew Alex to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Alki&lt;/span&gt; Beach for a photo shoot with one of our friends from high school and her husband (they drove all the way over from Moses Lake). It was really fun and they got some really great, truly Seattle photos of us and the kids! You can check out their blog/our post &lt;a href="http://erlenmeyerphotography.blogspot.com/2010/07/roberson-family.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287249778766342140-1962757931440542813?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/1962757931440542813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2010/07/yay-we-have-real-family-photos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/1962757931440542813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/1962757931440542813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2010/07/yay-we-have-real-family-photos.html' title='YAY!  we have real family photos!'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-1327488812183593531</id><published>2010-07-12T14:25:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T14:52:35.218-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>The LONG and winding road</title><content type='html'>So in order to get home for the marathons we had to drive - a lot of times for us, it's just easier to do that and have our car, and all the stuff we can shove in it while we're at home than to fly. We'll be doing this trip again in August.  It took us two days to get out there and since we were lucky enough to be able to haul the boat home, three days to get back.  Here are some highlights of the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TDt7y7GOMTI/AAAAAAAAA70/oQ2rw18Go4U/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493120285295915314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TDt7y7GOMTI/AAAAAAAAA70/oQ2rw18Go4U/s320/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before we even left Colorado Springs, Jeff grabbed a booger from Kale then showed it to him - this was his reaction. This kid is so expressive it cracks us up!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TDt7g8No_sI/AAAAAAAAA7s/4J0GMvZA1Ik/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493119976357822146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TDt7g8No_sI/AAAAAAAAA7s/4J0GMvZA1Ik/s320/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haley doing her impression of Kale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TDt7ga0TqdI/AAAAAAAAA7k/Jyr5wKK53zQ/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493119967393196498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TDt7ga0TqdI/AAAAAAAAA7k/Jyr5wKK53zQ/s320/018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Hampton Inn we stayed at in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tremonton&lt;/span&gt;, UT on the way home was so kind as to provide chocolate chip cookies upon check in. Kale looks like the kid who took 25 of them when, in reality it was just one. He liked his cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TDt7fim8HdI/AAAAAAAAA7c/QxCENl9Yq6M/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493119952304741842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TDt7fim8HdI/AAAAAAAAA7c/QxCENl9Yq6M/s320/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids ready for bed in the hotel. This isn't even close to how they slept though. Haley cuddled with me in this bed while Kale and Jeff hung out in the other bed - Kale only fell out once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TDt7fMPW1OI/AAAAAAAAA7U/FQLVeK5hcgw/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493119946300249314" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TDt7fMPW1OI/AAAAAAAAA7U/FQLVeK5hcgw/s320/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Because this is how he &lt;em&gt;insisted&lt;/em&gt; on sleeping. We can't be blamed if he won't let us move him to a safer position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TDt7esBzpLI/AAAAAAAAA7M/bidITj2kjT4/s1600/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493119937653482674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TDt7esBzpLI/AAAAAAAAA7M/bidITj2kjT4/s320/025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They both loved reading books, this was Kale's favorite! He's pretty into it, even though he hasn't cracked it open yet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the highlights of the trip for me was going to visit my grandma in her awesome new digs - seriously, I want to move in too. She took us on a tour of the place, and then invited us to stay for lunch - she was the hit, with all her friends coming by to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ogle&lt;/span&gt; at the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TDt60pDPRBI/AAAAAAAAA7E/QecuWHgakWk/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493119215299675154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TDt60pDPRBI/AAAAAAAAA7E/QecuWHgakWk/s320/027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kale and Daddy taking a walk around the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TDt60bSgakI/AAAAAAAAA68/GykJHwyyVcw/s1600/028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493119211605617218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TDt60bSgakI/AAAAAAAAA68/GykJHwyyVcw/s320/028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then he got tired and hitched a ride with Great Grandma on her kart. Downhill wasn't bad (thank God she has breaks on that thing), but going up was a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TDt6z41GTlI/AAAAAAAAA60/JLkeCfuIh_c/s1600/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493119202355465810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TDt6z41GTlI/AAAAAAAAA60/JLkeCfuIh_c/s320/031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She took us to see her garden and I think this is by far the best picture of the entire vacation. It's rare that we get both kids looking at the camera &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; smiling! I can't wait to print a couple of these!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TDt6zBzUs_I/AAAAAAAAA6s/hpTSLd4qpQM/s1600/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493119187584070642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TDt6zBzUs_I/AAAAAAAAA6s/hpTSLd4qpQM/s320/036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma Debbie filled their buckets with water one evening when it was warmer and they were able to just play. These kids are such &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;water babies&lt;/span&gt;, this is where they're happiest, just a bucket and a way to play with the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TDt6ybBk0pI/AAAAAAAAA6k/eIMBBTc_E3M/s1600/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493119177174864530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TDt6ybBk0pI/AAAAAAAAA6k/eIMBBTc_E3M/s320/039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Luca, Jeff's best friend's son. Luca and Kale don't know it yet, but they're predetermined to be &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BFFs&lt;/span&gt; so we get them together whenever we can. And if things don't work out with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Yanni&lt;/span&gt;, Haley's welcome to go cougar on this guy. We just hope that someday Luca has a sister - then we can &lt;em&gt;officially&lt;/em&gt; consider Sonny and Krystal family.  Also, please note that my kids are wearing bibs - they demanded because Luca got to wear one, they're just eating PBJs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/5287249778766342140-1327488812183593531?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/1327488812183593531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2010/07/long-and-winding-road.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/1327488812183593531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/1327488812183593531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2010/07/long-and-winding-road.html' title='The LONG and winding road'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TDt7y7GOMTI/AAAAAAAAA70/oQ2rw18Go4U/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-3557156755387048663</id><published>2010-07-12T13:03:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T14:05:20.404-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marathon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fitness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meghan'/><title type='text'>I (WE) DID IT!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;It's no big secret that Jeff and I have been working really hard at being healthy and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;getting&lt;/span&gt; into better shape. Last year for our Christmas letter I threw out there &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;that my&lt;/span&gt; next goal was that I wanted to run a half marathon. Ours being a marriage of "Anything you can do, I can do better", Jeff upped the ante and decided to run the full (that's 26.2 miles) - I folded and stayed with the half. We chose to run the &lt;a href="http://seattle.competitor.com/"&gt;Seattle Rock n Roll Marathon and Half Marathon&lt;/a&gt;, because we thought it would be nice to have family there to support us, and honestly, we knew it would be easier to run at sea level (and why not get every advantage we can get). June 26&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; we did it! Let me say this again: WE. DID. IT. I'm proud to say that we both &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;finished&lt;/span&gt;, and with great times to boot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I went into this saying that if I finished that was great, then it became, "well, I'd like to do it in 3 hours", then it was "I think I can run the whole thing". I ended up running all 13.1 miles, and finished with a time of 2:32:15. 2 minutes and fifteen seconds away from two and a half hours. The competitor that I am, I &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; that I can do it in under two and a half and thus becomes my next goal (sometimes being so darn goal orientated can be such a burden - HA!). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The race was absolutely a ball. I got to run on places that people are only able to drive (like the commuter lanes of I-5), along parts of Lake Washington that I've never seen before and all kinds of other great places. Jeff got to run on the I-90 floating bridge and on the Alaskan Way Viaduct! The weather was perfect and the entire experience was more than I hoped for. The best part? Seeing Molly, my dad and Ben as I came down the finish line and their high 5's! Witnesses that I finished!  Nobody tells you how emotional it is to finish something like this, I hugged my sister in the meet up place and cried like a baby!  I did it!  And, since I believe that no blog is complete without pictures, here ya go!  If you want to see pictures of me &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; running the race &lt;a href="http://www.marathon-photos.com/scripts/event.py?event=Sports%2FRRUS%2F2010%2FRock+%27n%27+Roll+Seattle+Marathon+and+Half&amp;amp;new_search=1&amp;amp;match=30252"&gt;go here&lt;/a&gt; (there's one of me at the finish where I look like I'm going to &lt;em&gt;die&lt;/em&gt;), Jeff running the race -&lt;a href="http://www.marathon-photos.com/scripts/photo.py?event=Sports/RRUS/2010/Rock%20%27n%27%20Roll%20Seattle%20Marathon%20and%20Half&amp;amp;photo=TULJ2262&amp;amp;match=20176"&gt; go here&lt;/a&gt; (his are pretty cool).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493108418169105074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TDtxAKmtarI/AAAAAAAAA6c/Ygusq6RoRjQ/s320/photo+(54).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the start line we got to run underneath the Brooks Rocker's legs.  I can die now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493108410828517618" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TDtw_vQk8PI/AAAAAAAAA6U/zd8-3qCxF44/s320/photo+(55).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes, I realize it's blurry, but the lighting was crud, and did I mention I WAS RUNNING?!  This is in one of the commuter tunnels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493108406534389474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TDtw_fQxvuI/AAAAAAAAA6M/72xpTC5QMEo/s320/photo+(56).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My first glimpse of the city!  The end is near!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493108398321425698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TDtw_Aqp3SI/AAAAAAAAA6E/VyLwRsWxMbo/s320/photo+(34).jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;After Jeff and I finished!  I'd been done for a bit, but I gave him about 5 minutes to stretch and sit before I made him take this picture.  He did his race in 4:30:14!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TDtqRu27kFI/AAAAAAAAA58/EHzhC3q1T3k/s1600/078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493101023377199186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TDtqRu27kFI/AAAAAAAAA58/EHzhC3q1T3k/s320/078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My medal!  I love that there is a coffee cup on it, and that it looks like the Pike Place sign.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TDtp-odX7AI/AAAAAAAAA50/y7NFXwl-oDc/s1600/077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493100695241878530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TDtp-odX7AI/AAAAAAAAA50/y7NFXwl-oDc/s320/077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jeff's medal!  26.2 miles!  I still can't wrap my head around running that distance!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287249778766342140-3557156755387048663?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/3557156755387048663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-we-did-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/3557156755387048663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/3557156755387048663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-we-did-it.html' title='I (WE) DID IT!!'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TDtxAKmtarI/AAAAAAAAA6c/Ygusq6RoRjQ/s72-c/photo+(54).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-8951797478320120324</id><published>2010-06-09T19:05:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T20:27:52.586-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outdoors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Garden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meghan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Memorial Day Weekend, or That time we hauled a lot of dirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;So ever since we moved into this house with it's ginormous backyard, we've known that we wanted to create a vegetable garden to teach the kids about where our food comes from, truly grow locally and seasonally, and mostly, just to enjoy (literally) the fruits (and veggies) of our labor. And ever since we started getting bids on landscaping the backyard and a lady suggested a terraced area in that corner, I knew what we were going to do. It took us the entire 4 days of Memorial Day weekend to complete it, but I think what we came up with is far better than I ever imagined. The specs on it are that it took nearly a pallet of bricks, 6 yards of planters dirt, 7 bags of compost, 2 strings of &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;soaker&lt;/span&gt; hose (that doesn't get used), many sections of portable fencing (borrowed from the neighbors), the top section is 13 feet from the corner, the bottom is 16 feet, and the total planting area is approximately 201 square feet. Here are about a million pictures of the process and what all we're growing in this thing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480950952925507826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TBA_2jR2sPI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/Jg870P5bKn8/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kale really loved the wheel barrow.  "Ride?  Ride?!"  He would ask, then when it was full he would "help" Jeff push it back into the back yard.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480950942454558754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TBA_18RYsCI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/waCNS9yeBMk/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Working on the first layer of bricks.  Amazingly it's pretty level all the way across.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480950934288454242" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TBA_1d2b0mI/AAAAAAAAA4I/rq4WKyh1nZM/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What 6 yards (or two hydraulic trailers full) of dirt looks like when dumped on a much too small tarp on our driveway.  Dumping the dirt was pretty easy, but getting a pallet of bricks off of the same trailer was quite the experience - it's a wonder we didn't break the entire load of bricks.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480950923640039922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TBA_02Lp6fI/AAAAAAAAA4A/6Pc1oq3_B4Y/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haley had to go in and change her outfit to wear a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cami&lt;/span&gt; top "like mommy".  Then just for good measure made sure she had her butterfly wings on so that she could be our garden fairy.  Also, she has on her good patent leather white shoes - they're highly conducive to working in a garden.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480953700381283954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TBBCWeWW1nI/AAAAAAAAA4o/KSUR5musUOY/s320/2010+Garden.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The diagram of the garden.  If you're having a difficult time reading it, you should be able to click on it to make it bigger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480952810608836786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TBBBirsEwLI/AAAAAAAAA4g/5wEA0FVC4VE/s320/118.JPG" /&gt; The top level all finished, and with Kale's pinwheel that seems to be keeping the birds out of the garden.  Or, "Critters" as Haley calls them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TBA_jowWq6I/AAAAAAAAA3w/B_WDkWAxyjU/s1600/119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480950627978095522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TBA_jowWq6I/AAAAAAAAA3w/B_WDkWAxyjU/s320/119.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The bottom level. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TBA_ixBldeI/AAAAAAAAA3o/zR0fDCf-Llo/s1600/101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480950613017982434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TBA_ixBldeI/AAAAAAAAA3o/zR0fDCf-Llo/s320/101.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to &lt;a href="http://www.hardingnursery.com/"&gt;Harding Nursery&lt;/a&gt; for all of our plants.  The starts were the biggest we'd seen in town and also really healthy (until I got my hands on them).  This is my Roma tomato plant, all of my tomatoes and the Anaheim pepper came with fruit budding on them already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TBA_iT8dJ1I/AAAAAAAAA3g/dshOIhx1SMA/s1600/102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480950605211838290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TBA_iT8dJ1I/AAAAAAAAA3g/dshOIhx1SMA/s320/102.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are the "Sweet One Millions" a hybrid of the Sweet One Hundreds, that's supposed to be heartier and produce more fruit.  I don't know if there's a cherry tomato plant in this world that will produce enough for me plus the kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TBA_hqHT80I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/JcfUZocWS80/s1600/103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480950593983083330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TBA_hqHT80I/AAAAAAAAA3Y/JcfUZocWS80/s320/103.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My "First Lady" tomatoes, also a hybrid of the Early Girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TBA92nNQmOI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/gyNA1ZPn6So/s1600/104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480948754956720354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TBA92nNQmOI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/gyNA1ZPn6So/s320/104.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A blurry but point making photo of my first bloom... a sunflower. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TBA92DX27sI/AAAAAAAAA3I/I2xIEq_WCOs/s1600/105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480948745337499330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TBA92DX27sI/AAAAAAAAA3I/I2xIEq_WCOs/s320/105.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As we call them in our house, the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Greeny&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Beanys&lt;/span&gt;.  We're going to get some wiring or mesh for the fence right there so that they have something to climb.  these have taken off already with their blooms and buds.  We have 4 total of these plants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TBA91kH-M8I/AAAAAAAAA3A/pg7waQfDPes/s1600/106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480948736949367746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TBA91kH-M8I/AAAAAAAAA3A/pg7waQfDPes/s320/106.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of my beans closer up.  This should give you a better idea of the blooms they're already starting to get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TBA91BbjBsI/AAAAAAAAA24/RqMcK7W5Qpo/s1600/107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480948727636231874" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TBA91BbjBsI/AAAAAAAAA24/RqMcK7W5Qpo/s320/107.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hopefully soon there will be some buds in this area too.  It's supposed to be three rows of Sugar Snap Peas, or as Haley calls them Sugar Peas.  It's only been about a week and we needed a bit of a learning curve to figure out watering out here, but hopefully they'll be popping up soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TBA90cWOSHI/AAAAAAAAA2w/dOT-7fbmgjY/s1600/108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480948717681789042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TBA90cWOSHI/AAAAAAAAA2w/dOT-7fbmgjY/s320/108.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They called this a Salsa Pepper, but upon further review, it's an Anaheim Pepper.  You'll note that there's already a pepper that's pretty big on it.  Hopefully we'll get it to produce a few more.  Aside from onions our garden is pretty set to produce everything we need for making our own salsa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TBA9TNbA24I/AAAAAAAAA2o/SjrDBK3aeXg/s1600/110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480948146739665794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TBA9TNbA24I/AAAAAAAAA2o/SjrDBK3aeXg/s320/110.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is our red pepper - these things are so expensive in the grocery store, but really quite cheap to grow our own.  As of this morning there were about 5 flowers and two tiny peppers starting to emerge.  YUMMY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TBA9STkrC8I/AAAAAAAAA2g/nKemx2n8cBA/s1600/111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480948131210922946" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TBA9STkrC8I/AAAAAAAAA2g/nKemx2n8cBA/s320/111.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are our radishes.  They had a pretty rough start, bearing the brunt of our watering skills (or lack there of), but have made up for lost time and are really starting to take off and do well.  You can almost see them grow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TBA9RwWBK3I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/tkA77H1pbb8/s1600/112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480948121754217330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TBA9RwWBK3I/AAAAAAAAA2Y/tkA77H1pbb8/s320/112.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The strawberries.  We were told that this year we might get 10 berries, but to pinch them off and next year they'll take off in my garden.  Our goal is to be able to make our own jam out of these next year (and also snack on them).  So it looks like we'll be buying them for one more year, then we should be seasonally self sufficient next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TBA9RK9exQI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/OCmQaOkVvD4/s1600/113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480948111719187714" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TBA9RK9exQI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/OCmQaOkVvD4/s320/113.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Many years ago, Jeff picked Atlas up from training in Idaho and the trainer had a gaggle of bush beans that grew like crazy into HUGE beans.  He saved some seeds and we're giving them a shot this year.  Another item we're praying pops up soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TBA9QnEmKqI/AAAAAAAAA2I/cGvk_ll0tSo/s1600/114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480948102085356194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TBA9QnEmKqI/AAAAAAAAA2I/cGvk_ll0tSo/s320/114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is our Jack-O-Lantern plant.  We bought this one started, but we also have planted a seed from our pumpkins from Halloween 2009 - we'll see what happens.  I wish I would have taken this picture this morning, it has a HUGE orange flower that pops out on it in the morning but closes up by the afternoon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TBA8uNtksTI/AAAAAAAAA2A/t0ZT-wsVb_0/s1600/116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480947511162351922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TBA8uNtksTI/AAAAAAAAA2A/t0ZT-wsVb_0/s320/116.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Zukes&lt;/span&gt;!  We gave these and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cukes&lt;/span&gt; a wide berth to grow and spread in the upper area and I hope that's what they do... I really want some homegrown zucchini with olive oil and garlic on the grill!  Oh, and at dinner the other night we told the kids that the zucchini on their plates came from our garden and they ate it right up - this just might work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TBA8tHyDz-I/AAAAAAAAA14/FiFLWe-Cqo8/s1600/117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480947492390686690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TBA8tHyDz-I/AAAAAAAAA14/FiFLWe-Cqo8/s320/117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The cucumbers.  Yes, they look pitiful, but if you had seen them the other day, this looks like they've come back from the dead.  Everyday as we water the snot out of them they look better and better.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TBA8saTKi2I/AAAAAAAAA1w/BJTbapkozZI/s1600/120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480947480181508962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TBA8saTKi2I/AAAAAAAAA1w/BJTbapkozZI/s320/120.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think I was most excited about doing basil.  I had some last year but never ended up transplanting it out of it's bucket.  This year they made it into a full garden - this is the sweet basil, and I've already used some of it in cooking... Oh Yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TBA8r3jo6GI/AAAAAAAAA1o/TS4iNcrpdUw/s1600/121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480947470855366754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TBA8r3jo6GI/AAAAAAAAA1o/TS4iNcrpdUw/s320/121.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I also did a start of Italian basil just to taste the difference... I definitely like the sweet basil better for most cooking, but it'll be fun to have some to put into spaghetti sauce.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were some other projects that we completed over the course of Memorial Day weekend as well.  Things that just needed done around this house to complete the overall look of things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TBA8rRwCdlI/AAAAAAAAA1g/0TdwN2_1yR0/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480947460706825810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TBA8rRwCdlI/AAAAAAAAA1g/0TdwN2_1yR0/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a lilac bush on the side of the yard we only see when we visit the neighbors.  Our neighbor, however, sees it everyday and it's pretty plain, and covered in utility stuff.  She has a gorgeous front yard that she has really improved this season and she found that she bought an extra lilac plant.  Guess where it ended up?  Hopefully it'll grow (quickly) and cover up all those utility things on the wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TBA8LEOWJuI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/-CAcWnSX_f8/s1600/136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480946907320035042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TBA8LEOWJuI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/-CAcWnSX_f8/s320/136.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With this 4 day weekend, came heat like most people in Washington won't see in a lifetime over the course of a 4 day weekend.  It was great!  So we decided to finally install a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;ceiling&lt;/span&gt; fan in our room to help circulate the air conditioning.  &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sooo&lt;/span&gt; nice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TBA8KhHcaNI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/8_m5ZZzIB1o/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480946897895844050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TBA8KhHcaNI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/8_m5ZZzIB1o/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our home has a large, tall front porch and the light that came with it was just disproportionately small, so we bought a nice bigger one.  The funny thing is that it came with three lights up in there, and we had to unscrew two of them because when all three are lit up it's like daylight on our porch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TBA8J9KLrWI/AAAAAAAAA1I/Bzc3GzOmrNI/s1600/139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480946888243653986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TBA8J9KLrWI/AAAAAAAAA1I/Bzc3GzOmrNI/s320/139.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Since we were replacing the big light, we figured the rest of the lights probably needed done too.  So this is the one that's just to the right when you're looking at the garage - it has a motion detector which is kind of nice, even though our room is on the other side of the house.  On our (Jeff's) to do list is to install another one on the other side of the house (which will require drilling a fairly large hole in the house and playing with electricity - so glad I married a handy guy!), and replacing the cruddy jar lights by the two back doors with a smaller, non-paned version of this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TBA8JLB5lpI/AAAAAAAAA1A/pLXkIsCv51E/s1600/140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480946874787141266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TBA8JLB5lpI/AAAAAAAAA1A/pLXkIsCv51E/s320/140.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After quite a few summers of backyard &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;s'mores&lt;/span&gt;, our old fire pit was looking pretty sad so we decided to replace it with this one, which should look good on a patio someday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TBA8Iq7D4-I/AAAAAAAAA04/EyYzt_JAsps/s1600/141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480946866168521698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TBA8Iq7D4-I/AAAAAAAAA04/EyYzt_JAsps/s320/141.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And finally, last but not least, was this project.  If you know one thing about Atlas, it's that if it's bigger than 1 foot vertical it's his by means of marking it.  Ever since we got an air conditioner we've had chicken wire around this to keep him from peeing on it.  I'm neurotically convinced that if he pees on something that sends air into my house, the air coming into my house will smell like pee eventually, thus the need to protect the A/C unit.  Jeff built up an adorable cedar picket fence (he's kind of a pro at this), to keep him out of it.  It still needs to be stained or painted (an ongoing discussion around here), but there it is, and it's so much better than the rebar and chicken wire that was protecting it.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So there you go, you're mostly caught up with what's going on around our house.  It's taken us a year and a half, but we're finally starting to settle into this house and make it a home.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287249778766342140-8951797478320120324?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/8951797478320120324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2010/06/memorial-day-weekend-or-that-time-we.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/8951797478320120324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/8951797478320120324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2010/06/memorial-day-weekend-or-that-time-we.html' title='Memorial Day Weekend, or That time we hauled a lot of dirt'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/TBA_2jR2sPI/AAAAAAAAA4Y/Jg870P5bKn8/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-2815453759108927181</id><published>2010-05-09T16:08:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T17:12:33.116-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colorado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>A Special Adventure</title><content type='html'>So with Jeff being gone for training right now, it was just me and the kids for Mother's Day.  We woke up, enjoyed our biscuits with honey and jam, then headed out for the &lt;a href="http://www.cmzoo.org/"&gt;Cheyenne Mountain Zoo&lt;/a&gt;.  It was really important to me to make this day more special than just a regular day at home with the kids, and the weather just couldn't be beat.  In fact, I dressed the kids in a t-shirt and jeans, and brought sweatshirts just &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;in case&lt;/span&gt; it got cold, but we would have been fine dressed in our summer clothes.  I've been looking forward to today for about a week and it was more than I ever could have hoped for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couple things, first, I forgot the camera and by the time I had two kids &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;buckled&lt;/span&gt; in, and the house alarm set, I wasn't going back in.  So, I decided that my iPhone would be just fine, and it turned out I just had one less thing to carry in the stroller, the phone did great.  These first three pictures I took with the regular camera then played with them a little bit with an app called &lt;a href="http://itunes.apple.com/us/app/tiltshift-generator-fake-dslr/id327716311?mt=8"&gt;Tilt Shift Generator&lt;/a&gt;.  I was really happy with how they looked on my phone, but when they're a little bigger, I might have overdone it, but I still really enjoy this app.  My only complaint about the iPhone camera is that there's no zoom (except the good, old fashioned, walk your a$$ up to the subject kind). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-czkyk4vMI/AAAAAAAAAzg/u3uLIQBXg0k/s1600/photo+(6).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469396979609550018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-czkyk4vMI/AAAAAAAAAzg/u3uLIQBXg0k/s320/photo+(6).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-czkZKckLI/AAAAAAAAAzY/g4VASz5UumI/s1600/photo+(5).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469396972787765426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-czkZKckLI/AAAAAAAAAzY/g4VASz5UumI/s320/photo+(5).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469396969793761650" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-czkOAnsXI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/pdHqE8bAPaM/s320/photo+(4).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of the things that &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;CMZ&lt;/span&gt; is known for is their abundant population of giraffes, if I remember right from the last time we were there at Halloween, they have more than any other zoo in the world, and they have a TON.  Today we got to see two baby giraffes that were about 4 months old.  SO cute.  We got crackers to feed them, Haley wasn't even remotely interested (despite the fact that she loves to give Atlas and Bella treats).  Kale, &lt;em&gt;loved&lt;/em&gt; it!  The first one he threw right into their paddock, the next ones I showed him how to make them reach for it so that their long black tongue would reach out to us, and he thought that was pretty cool.  But, since it was just the three of us, no pictures of actual giraffes, or us feeding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-czYvL25wI/AAAAAAAAAzI/JM1OeQQ7l2o/s1600/photo+(23).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469396772540835586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-czYvL25wI/AAAAAAAAAzI/JM1OeQQ7l2o/s320/photo+(23).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids, at the very beginning, ready for a fun day at the zoo, shades and all.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-czYK_05JI/AAAAAAAAAzA/rjLNuFEYkR4/s1600/photo+(22).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469396762826695826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-czYK_05JI/AAAAAAAAAzA/rjLNuFEYkR4/s320/photo+(22).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When we went for Boo at the Zoo, neither kid was going anywhere near the train, today, they had so much fun.  They smiled a ton and Kale kept saying "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;whooooa&lt;/span&gt;" as it went around the corner. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-czXjNkBkI/AAAAAAAAAy4/hIQ_1UO7Sb0/s1600/photo+(21).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469396752146892354" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-czXjNkBkI/AAAAAAAAAy4/hIQ_1UO7Sb0/s320/photo+(21).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We also went into the Budgie Buddies display.  It had a ton of parakeets of all different colors in there and you could feed them a tiny bit of bird seed on a stick.  I thought there was no way in a million years Haley would touch this with a ten foot pole...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-czXT7KT1I/AAAAAAAAAyw/iDh5vmVrPJw/s1600/photo+(19).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469396748043177810" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-czXT7KT1I/AAAAAAAAAyw/iDh5vmVrPJw/s320/photo+(19).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was &lt;em&gt;wrong&lt;/em&gt;!  She thought it was so neat that the little birdies would come right up to her and let her feed them.  She was also pretty enthralled with the waterfall they had in there for a birdie bath.  On any other day she would have climbed right in there, but she must have known that it was a special day and kept out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-czKV7uAqI/AAAAAAAAAyo/2jz6RF5RJOI/s1600/photo+(16).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469396525244088994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-czKV7uAqI/AAAAAAAAAyo/2jz6RF5RJOI/s320/photo+(16).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Poor Kale, had a difficult time with his cast.  I would set him up to look at the critters (the oldest breed of cat in the world - acted just like a typical house cat), but when it was time to turn and look at the camera (phone), he had a really difficult time turning around, so a lot of pictures have just one kid looking at the camera (phone).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-czJxmJJUI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NDYUCVEMmIA/s1600/photo+(15).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469396515489916226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-czJxmJJUI/AAAAAAAAAyg/NDYUCVEMmIA/s320/photo+(15).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was at the bear display... we called the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;fishies&lt;/span&gt; "bear food".  A lot of the animals were really up and at 'em today.  We saw the bear wake up from his nap, then take a 5 minute pee.  We also saw one of the elephants poop.  I'm pretty sure the fact that elephants and bears "listen to their potty" was the #1 highlight of the day for Haley. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-czJadTzFI/AAAAAAAAAyY/_IfL7JrYUhA/s1600/photo+(14).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469396509278850130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-czJadTzFI/AAAAAAAAAyY/_IfL7JrYUhA/s320/photo+(14).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Yup, see, they trade off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-czJNcE6pI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/AsfywI6RJ_A/s1600/photo+(13).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469396505784019602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-czJNcE6pI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/AsfywI6RJ_A/s320/photo+(13).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They have a really fun place for the kids to really get out of their stroller, crawl around and even a mini petting zoo.  These are my little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hatchlings&lt;/span&gt;.  I enjoy that Kale is pointing at Haley like she needs to do more hatching. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-czI60jRdI/AAAAAAAAAyI/JoAG6ihGCRc/s1600/photo+(12).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469396500786398674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-czI60jRdI/AAAAAAAAAyI/JoAG6ihGCRc/s320/photo+(12).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I suckered a poor lady (who I'm pretty sure had never seen an iPhone in her life) into trying to take our picture.  She was really good about it and took a couple for us.  The kids are less than cooperative at taking group photos, so this was the best we got.  At least I have proof that I was there with them on Mother's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-cy7UOv9qI/AAAAAAAAAyA/BrektfTe-hw/s1600/photo+(11).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469396267089000098" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-cy7UOv9qI/AAAAAAAAAyA/BrektfTe-hw/s320/photo+(11).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Still in the petting zoo exhibit, there were some chickens near by.  Parakeets are okay, chickens are not &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;apparently&lt;/span&gt;, as you can tell by her clenched fists.  She's ready to sock them if they come any closer.  I admit it would have been a little entertaining to see her knock a chicken out for coming too close. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-cy6shXtFI/AAAAAAAAAx4/fnmnVvFrJL8/s1600/photo+(10).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469396256429683794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-cy6shXtFI/AAAAAAAAAx4/fnmnVvFrJL8/s320/photo+(10).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She seems concerned that she's sitting on a giant frog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-cy6NItgwI/AAAAAAAAAxw/d_mLbSrWgB0/s1600/photo+(9).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469396248004756226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-cy6NItgwI/AAAAAAAAAxw/d_mLbSrWgB0/s320/photo+(9).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kale waited all day to see a turtle (or tortoise), we saw three of them.  I guess they glue a washer on top of them because they like to burrow under the ground and when they do that they use a metal detector to find them.  At least that's what the sign said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-cy5maiumI/AAAAAAAAAxo/_e7UONDpihQ/s1600/photo+(8).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469396237610564194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-cy5maiumI/AAAAAAAAAxo/_e7UONDpihQ/s320/photo+(8).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Growing up with my mom she was always really into snakes and reptiles in general.  I loved this because she showed me that there was nothing to be afraid of when it comes to snakes and other things like that.  I try really hard to be like that with my kids now.  On the way in to the reptile house they had a Desert King Snake to pet.  Haley was NOT interested, but I showed her how I did it and it was okay.  On the way out she reconsidered, she pet it twice.  I was so proud of her bravery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-cy5X6Hw7I/AAAAAAAAAxg/V2Rs33snljE/s1600/photo+(7).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469396233716482994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-cy5X6Hw7I/AAAAAAAAAxg/V2Rs33snljE/s320/photo+(7).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And in the final, and probably the most ironic picture of the day... Kale, on a "Cycle' with his "Cycle" shirt that says "I do my own stunts" and his cast.  He thought it was pretty cool to sit up there.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, a really great Mother's Day.  I'm proud of myself for getting out and making the day special on my own - I reclaimed a bit of my independence today (something I'd been lacking with two sick and broken kids).  I won't call it perfect, we definitely missed Daddy, but it was as close as it could get.  Two really well behaved kids, and a very "special adventure".  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/5287249778766342140-2815453759108927181?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/2815453759108927181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2010/05/special-adventure.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/2815453759108927181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/2815453759108927181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2010/05/special-adventure.html' title='A Special Adventure'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-czkyk4vMI/AAAAAAAAAzg/u3uLIQBXg0k/s72-c/photo+(6).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-1182112548946622431</id><published>2010-05-09T15:27:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T16:02:22.486-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haley'/><title type='text'>A Very Important Date</title><content type='html'>So a while back, Jeff and Kale were playing and Haley wanted to join in, but didn't play nice.  She was uninvited to play and was told it was a "Boys Club".  Thus started her obsession with "Girls Club" and "Boys Club" to denote who will be attending or playing.  At our gym they hosted an Alice in Wonderland themed tea party, so Haley and I dressed up and the "Girl Club" went to a tea party. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had the entire kids gym decorated with all kinds of activities for the kids to do, and tables all set up for tea and snacks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-crfp8xOKI/AAAAAAAAAxY/ncP1FIz9LK8/s1600/photo+(3).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469388095301433506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-crfp8xOKI/AAAAAAAAAxY/ncP1FIz9LK8/s320/photo+(3).jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haley had a lovely time sipping her "tea" (the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Kool&lt;/span&gt;-Aid bottle labeled "Drink Me").  And, of course when one attends tea, she must wear her best white gloves. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-crOjgU-wI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/w4MNP1lLoBA/s1600/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469387801513753346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-crOjgU-wI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/w4MNP1lLoBA/s320/001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haley, with Alice, and her magic wand, she loved that stick with a heart on top!  The characters were played by the people who work in the childcare area of the gym, and they really did a fantastic job.  Haley sees these people nearly everyday, but had no idea they were anyone other than the characters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-crDKZhhOI/AAAAAAAAAxI/q82lnarCZQ8/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469387605795767522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-crDKZhhOI/AAAAAAAAAxI/q82lnarCZQ8/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With one of her favorite ladies.  She's just enthralled to be there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-crCd9zl6I/AAAAAAAAAxA/ATUs-lLRw3E/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469387593868351394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-crCd9zl6I/AAAAAAAAAxA/ATUs-lLRw3E/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She found the White Rabbit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-crB87JuQI/AAAAAAAAAw4/8RSDyxrHlMU/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469387584998848770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-crB87JuQI/AAAAAAAAAw4/8RSDyxrHlMU/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; From the very beginning of spring, Haley has been asking to play croquet, I'm not entirely sure where she first heard of this, but when I told her they were going to be playing it at the tea party, she couldn't quit talking about how excited she was to play "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Croka&lt;/span&gt;", then when we got there and found out she would be using "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Mingos&lt;/span&gt;" as clubs, I'm not sure life really got any better than that.  This was the first activity she went for after snacks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-crBdF8i5I/AAAAAAAAAww/8OvucKirb1E/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469387576454187922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-crBdF8i5I/AAAAAAAAAww/8OvucKirb1E/s320/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With Miss Jenny, the Queen of Hearts, but she was a nice Queen.  There was no "Off with her heading".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-crBBEzSXI/AAAAAAAAAwo/tSmfW337xQ8/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469387568933194098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-crBBEzSXI/AAAAAAAAAwo/tSmfW337xQ8/s320/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next up was the craft table where she was able to decorate a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;caterpillar&lt;/span&gt;, and make a Mad Hatter hat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-cqiIakdFI/AAAAAAAAAwg/kmB7kZHOXTw/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469387038327600210" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-cqiIakdFI/AAAAAAAAAwg/kmB7kZHOXTw/s320/018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All of the kids and the characters.  Haley is down in the front row, three in from the right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-cqhQ0Lt8I/AAAAAAAAAwY/5oHvIlrca_g/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469387023402645442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-cqhQ0Lt8I/AAAAAAAAAwY/5oHvIlrca_g/s320/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Playing Connect Four, or "Just put all the pieces in the contraption" with either &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Tweedle&lt;/span&gt; Dee or &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dum&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-cqgbYo70I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/HucOxXJwpBc/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469387009060040514" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-cqgbYo70I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/HucOxXJwpBc/s320/027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wearing her Mad Hatter hat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-cqf7kvfAI/AAAAAAAAAwI/iTuaZIC7YDQ/s1600/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469387000520866818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-cqf7kvfAI/AAAAAAAAAwI/iTuaZIC7YDQ/s320/030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Playing Ring Around the Rosy with Alice and some other little girls. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-cqfYT8twI/AAAAAAAAAwA/RyOtYiKXa-Y/s1600/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469386991055189762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-cqfYT8twI/AAAAAAAAAwA/RyOtYiKXa-Y/s320/031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next up... Musical chairs! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-cpgEy1TwI/AAAAAAAAAv4/Au6EmYm6R4Y/s1600/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469385903484260098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-cpgEy1TwI/AAAAAAAAAv4/Au6EmYm6R4Y/s320/033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She should have been out a few rounds before she actually was, but she had some help from the characters. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-cpfWZJYMI/AAAAAAAAAvw/dUmSw2hBeUQ/s1600/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469385891028492482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-cpfWZJYMI/AAAAAAAAAvw/dUmSw2hBeUQ/s320/039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Someone did an amazing job hand painting this backdrop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-cpe_q_hpI/AAAAAAAAAvo/x8RD8kpEDZo/s1600/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469385884929328786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-cpe_q_hpI/AAAAAAAAAvo/x8RD8kpEDZo/s320/040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The table of teas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-cpeU8_KgI/AAAAAAAAAvg/KGu8-0kYUBQ/s1600/041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469385873462077954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-cpeU8_KgI/AAAAAAAAAvg/KGu8-0kYUBQ/s320/041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the way home, I think she had a good time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-cpd-1hW1I/AAAAAAAAAvY/2vLLmocPFgE/s1600/050.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469385867525184338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-cpd-1hW1I/AAAAAAAAAvY/2vLLmocPFgE/s320/050.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And once we got home, I realized that we didn't get a picture of the two of us, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt;... A picture of the two of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She had so much fun with this, I just might make it a theme for one of her birthdays.  Regardless, when this event comes around again next year, they can count the "Girl Club" in again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287249778766342140-1182112548946622431?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/1182112548946622431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2010/05/very-important-date.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/1182112548946622431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/1182112548946622431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2010/05/very-important-date.html' title='A Very Important Date'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S-crfp8xOKI/AAAAAAAAAxY/ncP1FIz9LK8/s72-c/photo+(3).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-4889535876450248703</id><published>2010-04-23T19:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T20:55:25.186-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Injuries'/><title type='text'>BROKE?!  What do you mean BROKE?!</title><content type='html'>Monday, like a bit more than a week after Jeff left for Alabama I took the kids to the gym, per my necessary (especially when Dad is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TDY&lt;/span&gt;) sanity break planning on the normal weight lifting day.  Not 15 minutes into the day and the childcare lady came looking for me.  She said that Kale had been hurt coming off the slide and just wasn't calming down and didn't want to stand.  Oh man!  So I went back and checked him out and after about 10 minutes still didn't want to put any weight on his feet, I knew something was up (this kid will knock his head and keep on walking - it's a 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; child defense &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;mechanism&lt;/span&gt;, I'm convinced).  Thankfully, friends (who also live up the street) were there working out with me and were able to let Haley stay and play while I took Kale to the Hospital up the street. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10:00 we walked into the ER and by 2:45 we &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; saw a doctor.  When we left for the gym this morning we didn't plan on a trip to the hospital so I had no snacks or even a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;sippy&lt;/span&gt; cup so another good friend was able to bring Kale a lunch and some food for me too.  &lt;em&gt;Seriously?&lt;/em&gt;  What would I do without these friends of mine?  Oh yeah, I'd have a starving three year old and a starving, &lt;em&gt;hurt&lt;/em&gt; 21 month old, as the hospital for nearly three and a half hours!  &lt;em&gt;Awesome!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, they x-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;rayed&lt;/span&gt; him three times on his left ankle (where he felt most of the discomfort), and determined that there was no visible break but explained that with toddlers it can sometimes take five to seven days for a break to show up and that we should follow-up with the pediatric orthopedic soon and see what she has to say about it.  They put him in a "soft cast" which was basically a fiberglass splint, wrapped with an ace bandage.  He couldn't get it wet and was not allowed to put any weight on it.  I was worried about the latter part of that advice, but it didn't seem to be a problem since he just didn't want to put any weight on it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S9JPHG-RxlI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/ypMP6kbb0q4/s1600/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463516281503336018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S9JPHG-RxlI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/ypMP6kbb0q4/s320/016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;His new favorite hang out:  by the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tv&lt;/span&gt; with his &lt;a href="http://www.babylegs.com/"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;babylegs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; on and his soft cast.  Oh, and his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Duplo&lt;/span&gt; blocks.  He &lt;em&gt;LOVES&lt;/em&gt; his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Duplo&lt;/span&gt; blocks and has logged many hours with those things since getting his soft cast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S9JPGb9b82I/AAAAAAAAAvI/1McF_mseUJQ/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463516269957084002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S9JPGb9b82I/AAAAAAAAAvI/1McF_mseUJQ/s320/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Favorite show?  Yeah, lately it's been Strawberry Shortcake - I get it, it's Haley's favorite too, and it's all ranch/farm themed so I think it's less about the characters and more about the topics.  But he runs around demanding "Shortcake... Shortcake!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yesterday (Thursday) we did the follow-up with the Pediatric Orthopedic (&lt;a href="http://www.csog.net/surgeons/Mindy-J-Siegel-MD.htm"&gt;Dr. Mindy &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Siegel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;).  She did some poking and prodding and determined that there was a "&lt;a href="http://www.e-radiography.net/radpath/t/toddlersfrx.htm"&gt;toddler fracture&lt;/a&gt;" on his left tibia.  The doctor told me that she was almost certain that this was caused by his shoe catching on the slide as he was going down stopping his foot while his body continued forward.  She also wanted to make him crawl to rule out a broken femur.  Now, I've seen him crawl in the past couple of days but the doctor had to see it too.  She asked if she could bribe him with s-u-g-a-r, and if you know me, it's nothing my kids haven't seen or been bribed with on a near daily occasion so, yeah, go ahead.  We pulled out an entire bucket of suckers and nothing.  Pulled his &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ga&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gi&lt;/span&gt; away from him, nothing.  Unwrapped the sucker, nothing.  I finally went around the corner of the hallway and played peek-a-boo with the unwrapped sucker, and the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ga&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gi&lt;/span&gt; and he came smiling around the corner to see me and gave the doc what she needed to see.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;She determined that he needed to be in a short cast for three weeks (for those of you doing the math, it comes off the day before Dad comes home).  She also said that they now offer a &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gortex&lt;/span&gt; waterproof cast but that insurance won't cover it so I can pay... wait for it... $10 out of my pocket.  What?  $10 so that when my kid inevitably sticks his foot in the dog water (happens once a week) I don't have to run back to the doctors and get a new cast put on?  Yeah, sold.  I would have paid a lot more.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Also, it's very much worth noting that my kid was an absolute champ getting his cast on.  He sat there with no tears, fussing, not even so much as a flinch putting the cast on.  To include when they had to use the saw to cut some off to free his baby piggy.  He was a perfect angel.  I just can't help but worry about when Karma is going to catch up with me for this one... he can't have been that good for no reason at all.  Or, maybe it is my Karma for having to deal with a kid in a cast for three weeks.  Yeah, it's going to take more than that.  So, here are the pictures of The Dude and his cast. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S9JPGNayu_I/AAAAAAAAAvA/AqeIC1dZuAc/s1600/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463516266053680114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S9JPGNayu_I/AAAAAAAAAvA/AqeIC1dZuAc/s320/024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S9JOi1biI7I/AAAAAAAAAu4/CpgeWN60SOo/s1600/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463515658318914482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S9JOi1biI7I/AAAAAAAAAu4/CpgeWN60SOo/s320/025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S9JOiv3Y0MI/AAAAAAAAAuw/LmMVYil9w04/s1600/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463515656825131202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S9JOiv3Y0MI/AAAAAAAAAuw/LmMVYil9w04/s320/030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S9JOiG5hdKI/AAAAAAAAAuo/Xc2hEiGLKM0/s1600/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463515645828232354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S9JOiG5hdKI/AAAAAAAAAuo/Xc2hEiGLKM0/s320/031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S9JOh6PC1II/AAAAAAAAAug/R7VujlYper4/s1600/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463515642428839042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S9JOh6PC1II/AAAAAAAAAug/R7VujlYper4/s320/032.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one says "See?  This is my &lt;em&gt;good&lt;/em&gt; foot!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S9JOhRPU3HI/AAAAAAAAAuY/1GK--qoEV_4/s1600/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463515631424167026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S9JOhRPU3HI/AAAAAAAAAuY/1GK--qoEV_4/s320/033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haley and Mommy were the first ones to sign it.  Haley chose to draw a picture of Mommy, Daddy, Haley, Kale, &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Gramma&lt;/span&gt;, Papa and Uncle Ben.  Clearly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I feel it should also be noted at the end of this post, that I'm creating a new label for this post and quite likely future posts:  Injuries.  Like they've told me at the ER... I have a boy, this probably won't be my last time in the ER.  For the record, it's number 3 for him, the first for injury.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287249778766342140-4889535876450248703?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/4889535876450248703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2010/04/broke-what-do-you-mean-broke.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/4889535876450248703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/4889535876450248703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2010/04/broke-what-do-you-mean-broke.html' title='BROKE?!  What do you mean BROKE?!'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S9JPHG-RxlI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/ypMP6kbb0q4/s72-c/016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-4968802042364671985</id><published>2010-04-23T17:24:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T18:00:46.377-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meghan'/><title type='text'>Kinda Crafty, This Girl Is</title><content type='html'>So, a while back my sister came out to visit and we took her to this little Hippie town at the base of the mountains out here called &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Manitou&lt;/span&gt; Springs. We wandered around the town, looked at the creek that goes through town, shopped, hula-hooped on the sidewalk outside of a store, shopped, played on the old arcade rides, and shopped some more. It was a really good time, and that day the weather was great for Colorado in October. Well, we found this really great shop called &lt;a href="http://shopsafron.com/index.php"&gt;&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Safron&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; right at the edge of the shopping area that had a ton of purses that Molly just loved and some really super adorable dresses and aprons for little girls. They were pricey for kids cloths but &lt;em&gt;so cute&lt;/em&gt; and Molly really wanted to buy one for Haley, I relented knowing that one pricey dress could equal many more if I had something to model it after. The super cool thing about the dress (aside from the awesome retro prints) was that it was reversible. Fast forward a few months to wearing this to like the third birthday party and my ever so careful three year old spills cake on her dress. No worries, we just flipped it and she had a clean outfit in pictures again. &lt;em&gt;PERFECT&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S9Isgzlb5ZI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/nq3kxX1MMCY/s1600/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463478240068494738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S9Isgzlb5ZI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/nq3kxX1MMCY/s400/046.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The original "birdie" dress. The flip side of it has the trees on the pocket for the main print and the birds and eggs for the pocket. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Stinkin&lt;/span&gt;' cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So Jeff is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;TDY&lt;/span&gt; for some training and I've been just kind of hanging around the house with a couple of kids. When a coupon for 50% off at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;JoAnns&lt;/span&gt; came through the Sunday ads, I knew this was the perfect time to start on my projects. For just more than $30 I was able to get all the supplies I would need to make three dresses, and have a bit of fabric left over for other projects. I started in the afternoon making and cutting patterns, transferring them onto fabric and cutting them out. About 6 hours later I still couldn't figure out this crazy dress. Our neighbor came over to help, and I probably ended up ripping out the seams on every edge at least twice (some places &lt;em&gt;lots&lt;/em&gt; more). I finally gave up for a bit and put the kids to bed. A bit of Googling past bedtime and I found the answer &lt;a href="http://blog.polkadotbug.com/reversible-dress-tutorial.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Stupid easy, just like I suspected, and only took about 45 minutes of sewing. This is the first dress:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S9IsXiP4xHI/AAAAAAAAAuI/3V8pamspH7s/s1600/Kitties+and+Flowers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 387px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463478080795886706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S9IsXiP4xHI/AAAAAAAAAuI/3V8pamspH7s/s400/Kitties+and+Flowers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just like the name it's kitties and flowers. I made a couple of modifications from the tutorial dress... I added the pocket just like her birdies dress, and instead of having the bows tie the shoulders together (which would drive my daughter &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nutso&lt;/span&gt;, resulting in her untying the bows causing her dress to fall down around her ankles), I put them in the back, you can see how in the pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S9IsSfh7waI/AAAAAAAAAuA/HxnzLWph6Lo/s1600/Owls+and+Stripes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 389px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 191px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463477994166927778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S9IsSfh7waI/AAAAAAAAAuA/HxnzLWph6Lo/s400/Owls+and+Stripes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dress number two is a pattern of adorable owls and a coordinating striped print. Very "her". In fact, after I took the pictures she didn't want to take the dress off so she's still wearing it (with pizza stains already, guess it's time to flip it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Dress number three you'll have to wait a bit for. I picked up a couple of green damask prints (one dominantly green the other dominantly white) and will use them to make Haley's dress for an important bridal shower and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;rehearsal&lt;/span&gt; dinner coming up this summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So that's what I've been up to keeping myself busy... among a few other things, but we'll get there next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5287249778766342140-4968802042364671985?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/4968802042364671985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2010/04/kinda-crafty-this-girl-is.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/4968802042364671985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/4968802042364671985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2010/04/kinda-crafty-this-girl-is.html' title='Kinda Crafty, This Girl Is'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S9Isgzlb5ZI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/nq3kxX1MMCY/s72-c/046.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-9167147949132033299</id><published>2010-04-10T15:50:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T15:59:54.022-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>El Duda</title><content type='html'>that's right, we call him "El &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Dooda&lt;/span&gt;", or "The Dude" to you. He takes satisfaction in the liberation of toes from the oppression of socks and shoes, and his signature is rubber boots for every outfit. Don't mess with "El Doo&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;da&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S8Dy6gfiZ0I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/l85bV0W4izo/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458629835341588290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S8Dy6gfiZ0I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/l85bV0W4izo/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In reality we stopped by Dairy Queen and Jeff got an ice cream cone that Kale was all too happy to help him eat, thus resulting in the chocolate (or "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chok&lt;/span&gt;-it" as he calls it) mustache. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S8Dy6PU3bUI/AAAAAAAAAtI/xUPbJ--LO_M/s1600/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458629830733425986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S8Dy6PU3bUI/AAAAAAAAAtI/xUPbJ--LO_M/s320/002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And because it's the goofiest thing he does... "&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Cheeeeeeese&lt;/span&gt; Face"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Haley was asleep for the trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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/5287249778766342140-9167147949132033299?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/9167147949132033299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2010/04/el-duda.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/9167147949132033299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/9167147949132033299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2010/04/el-duda.html' title='El Duda'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S8Dy6gfiZ0I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/l85bV0W4izo/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-181387321562252334</id><published>2010-04-05T22:18:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T23:10:00.489-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Birthday Party and Easter Day</title><content type='html'>So it was a busy weekend for us at the Roberson Homestead.  Saturday was Hailey Madison's birthday.  Hailey is Haley's same name friend from way back when Crystal and I were pregnant.  They're &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;BFF's&lt;/span&gt; whether they like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; or not, the or not doesn't seem to be a problem.  Anyway, Hailey Madison turned three this week and we got to go celebrate.  Crystal planned a bunch of really fun games for the kids to play and they all had a ball (then went down stairs in a sugar rush and tore up the playroom in the basement... good times). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S7q4GySwSQI/AAAAAAAAAtA/zJrLxxBYF7w/s1600/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456876325231937794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S7q4GySwSQI/AAAAAAAAAtA/zJrLxxBYF7w/s320/003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Kale with our friend Owen.  Poor Owen drew the short straw and got Kale for his partner, and he was &lt;em&gt;such&lt;/em&gt; a good sport about the whole thing, just put his arm around him and was so patient and helpful.  They didn't really move very far from this spot for the race, but everyone got a prize.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S7q4GmZ2_BI/AAAAAAAAAs4/84e2ED8vAIk/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456876322040511506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S7q4GmZ2_BI/AAAAAAAAAs4/84e2ED8vAIk/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haley and Hailey waiting for the go sign... I think Hailey is talking some trash here and our Haley is backing her up.  They did pretty well, but it's hard to beat a couple of 5 year old boys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S7q4GNGtFeI/AAAAAAAAAsw/mAmLG0oTozI/s1600/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456876315249284578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S7q4GNGtFeI/AAAAAAAAAsw/mAmLG0oTozI/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Speaking of trash talking, Kale may not have enough words to tell Haley to "Bring It!" but I think his expression says it all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The party was a blast and my kids came home and &lt;em&gt;crashed&lt;/em&gt; for bed.  Crystal was a fantastic hostess (as always) and it was great to see everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So on my way to bed Saturday night I realized that I had forgotten my camera at Crystal's so I sent her a text at 11:30 and was on my way to her house at about 7:00 in the morning to pick it up before the kids went downstairs to see what the Easter Bunny had brought. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S7q4F-daAeI/AAAAAAAAAso/qEvuyUamwu8/s1600/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456876311317971426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S7q4F-daAeI/AAAAAAAAAso/qEvuyUamwu8/s320/015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kale was super excited about his truck load of Easter stuff.  That scratch on his face?  Yeah he wouldn't share one Mega Block with his sister (we have about 500 of them), so she took four fingers and scratched him right down his cheek, that's the one that really stuck.  I think we mentioned this in the post before this and the phone call to the Easter Bunny that ensued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S7q3sY9OwJI/AAAAAAAAAsg/fy8jf0x3EHE/s1600/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456875871754174610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S7q3sY9OwJI/AAAAAAAAAsg/fy8jf0x3EHE/s320/018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As you can see, we really followed through with that whole "just bring a basket for Kale" thing.  She was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;excited&lt;/span&gt; about the stuff in her basket too, but when she saw the pretty dress that he brought her, she about lost it, jumping up and down and couldn't wait to put it on (Mean Mom made her wait till after she ate her breakfast).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After Easter baskets, we all got dressed up in our Sunday best and headed off for Easter Sunday services at church.  It was a nice service and a great reminder of the reason for the special day.  After that we ran home and got some things and headed off to our friends Ashley, Tim and Addison's house.  Now here's an Easter rabbit trail for you:  Ashley and Jeff went to school at The Academy and had a bunch of classes together, then were both stationed out at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Vandenberg&lt;/span&gt; after school, and then went our separate paths.  Fast forward a few years and I'm out at the pool at our gym and this girl asks me if I'm Jeff Roberson's wife, "why yes, I am... why?"  Ashley re-introduces herself to me and we end up being workout buddies training for the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;triathlon&lt;/span&gt; together and now we spend pretty much 5 days a week at the gym accountable to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;each other.  W&lt;/span&gt;e're currently training for our half marathons together.  She's a great motivator and most of all a great friend.  But I digress, Ashley and Tim had us and some other friends over for a delicious Easter Brunch, and Easter Egg Hunt in their back yard.  There were some rumors about them hiding champagne in the bushes for the adults (me) to find, but it turned out to be just talk.  Boo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S7q3sGlj1wI/AAAAAAAAAsY/suyGaDD9JWc/s1600/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456875866823055106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S7q3sGlj1wI/AAAAAAAAAsY/suyGaDD9JWc/s320/021.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haley and Addison hanging out on the couch talking (like their mom's do) and reading books.  They were such girls and &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S7q3r8wkJQI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/RYz7LFT7e3s/s1600/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456875864184857858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S7q3r8wkJQI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/RYz7LFT7e3s/s320/023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hey look!  A family picture!!  We're all dressed up and it's actually documented... a regular Easter Miracle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S7q3rEyWFfI/AAAAAAAAAsI/grTFUAtO5N4/s1600/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456875849159939570" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S7q3rEyWFfI/AAAAAAAAAsI/grTFUAtO5N4/s320/024.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haley outside in her Easter dress.  She also had little white gloves that matched, but they made it kind of hard to play.  She's also wearing the necklace that she got from her God Parents at her baptism for the first time.  She loved having her diamond necklace on (like Mommy)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S7q3q1o4yHI/AAAAAAAAAsA/2cyWAAWHd_w/s1600/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456875845093738610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S7q3q1o4yHI/AAAAAAAAAsA/2cyWAAWHd_w/s320/025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Dude-A-Man modeling his Easter clothes for us.  He kept looking at me and saying cheese, but I wasn't fast enough on the trigger.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S7q29P3CkfI/AAAAAAAAAr4/jDzfHC1uwZ4/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456875061858439666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S7q29P3CkfI/AAAAAAAAAr4/jDzfHC1uwZ4/s320/027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dad and Dude playing in a backyard with grass... they do exist!  Hopefully we'll have ours by the end of next month!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S7q28rHBK6I/AAAAAAAAArw/cf-zvEfsXMw/s1600/034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456875051993344930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S7q28rHBK6I/AAAAAAAAArw/cf-zvEfsXMw/s320/034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haley doing her best at the Easter Egg Hunt.  She picked up a ton of eggs, including the ones that "fell" out of Kale's dump truck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S7q28YE04nI/AAAAAAAAAro/x1KCWmUChgU/s1600/036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456875046883877490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S7q28YE04nI/AAAAAAAAAro/x1KCWmUChgU/s320/036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kale pretty much just enjoyed following the other kids around and watching them pick up eggs, but he finally got the hang of it, then he would "dump" his truck when it got full (because that's what you do when a truck gets full... &lt;em&gt;duh&lt;/em&gt;)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S7q27jiQzII/AAAAAAAAArg/YS_FhJfYA-8/s1600/037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456875032780262530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S7q27jiQzII/AAAAAAAAArg/YS_FhJfYA-8/s320/037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Showing me his egg that he picked up, he really did have a fun time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S7q27En5DLI/AAAAAAAAArY/rj5NB2242PI/s1600/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456875024482372786" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S7q27En5DLI/AAAAAAAAArY/rj5NB2242PI/s320/039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haley, looking around suspiciously at the other kids while she &lt;em&gt;loads&lt;/em&gt; up her basket.  When the hunt was over she was only a couple of moments away from being &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; kid that takes eggs out of other kids baskets.  We stopped in the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;nick&lt;/span&gt; of time.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So that was our weekend, busy but so great and full of nice family time.  I think Easter is officially my favorite holiday, I went to bed Sunday night and could only think that it had been such a fun day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287249778766342140-181387321562252334?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/181387321562252334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2010/04/birthday-party-and-easter-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/181387321562252334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/181387321562252334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2010/04/birthday-party-and-easter-day.html' title='Birthday Party and Easter Day'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S7q4GySwSQI/AAAAAAAAAtA/zJrLxxBYF7w/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-3340845428728156760</id><published>2010-04-02T20:30:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T21:22:28.828-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cookies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Hippity Hoppity Easter's on its Way!</title><content type='html'>Yup, Easter is around the corner and the kids (me) are really having fun prepping for the holiday.  To date there are 2 batches of sugar cookies mixed, rolled and frosted and put onto plates ready for brunch.  For the record, frosting butterflies is pretty dumb.  Jeff will tell you the best part about these two batches of cookies is that he didn't have to do one little thing... not even the dishes... &lt;em&gt;he owes me&lt;/em&gt;.  I baked the cookies while the kids were napping and when they woke up, they were more than excited to see them laid out on the table.  Kale was given a butterfly with no frosting and gobbled it down, I guess he liked it so much he decided to try a bite out of a bunny, tulip and egg.  But just a bite mind you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S7arq0JkBUI/AAAAAAAAArQ/or5WTzky9XU/s1600/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455736750647543106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S7arq0JkBUI/AAAAAAAAArQ/or5WTzky9XU/s320/009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He's the new cookie monster in town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S7arqaN8_PI/AAAAAAAAArI/c4sS-zap5Zo/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455736743686634738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S7arqaN8_PI/AAAAAAAAArI/c4sS-zap5Zo/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She didn't want to miss out on an opportunity to lay on the table and take a picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids have really been pushing me lately with their sibling rivalry and Haley has been especially fantastic with the behavior.  You might notice in a few of the upcoming pictures of Kale he has a great big scratch across his left cheek.  That would be his sister's revenge for him not sharing a block.  After she did this I made a phone call to the Easter Bunny (who works surprisingly like Santa).  It went something like this:  "Hello Easter Bunny?  This is Mommy.  How are you?  Are you getting ready for your big night?  Oh great!  Well I just wanted to let you know that you don't need to bring Haley her pretty dress, any candy or presents.  Yeah, she hasn't been nice to her brother lately so you can just bring Kale's stuff and that would be fine.  Thanks.  Yup, you have a good Easter too.  Bye!"  She freaked, but has been a &lt;em&gt;little&lt;/em&gt; nicer to her brother.  She'll still get her basket, but desperate times call for desperate measures and when you have a three year old and an almost two year old, it's survival mode.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then there's the main event of Easter (besides church on Sunday I guess).  Dying eggs.  This is Haley's 2&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; year and Kale's first year.  You can tell that the extra year of experience has really paid off for Haley.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I feel like I need to preface this whole situation by taking you back about 15 years to the first year I ever dyed eggs with Jeff's family.  Jeff's mom was so wonderful to make me my own dozen of eggs and I really love my eggs to be beautiful and bright and just colors.  Don't draw on my eggs, don't try to get all creative, they should just look like perfect one color Easter eggs.  So I have my own eggs and I make a quick run to the ladies room, while I was in there Jeff took out one of my eggs and colored on it - I don't even remember what he wrote, but he ruined my &lt;em&gt;entire&lt;/em&gt; dozen eggs with that one little coloring and I cried.  I will never, ever, &lt;em&gt;ever&lt;/em&gt; live this down.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So I told you that, to tell you this:  I'm kind of particular when it comes to dying eggs in my own home and in trying to be a good mom, I'm trying not to pass this &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;neurosis&lt;/span&gt; down to my kids.  I really had to let go and let them be messy and put one egg into many different colors and just let them turn out as strange as &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; want them to be.  This was no easy task for me, but I think it turned out fine and the kids had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S7arp-z70wI/AAAAAAAAArA/xCBQ6AxWGBw/s1600/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455736736329749250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S7arp-z70wI/AAAAAAAAArA/xCBQ6AxWGBw/s320/013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The before picture with the white eggs that Kale is happily grabbing from any carton and throwing primarily into orange and yellow.  We decided to do this on the kitchen floor and just threw an old sheet down (I couldn't find any newspaper and honestly, the thought of sitting on the newspaper was yucky to me). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S7arpayKBtI/AAAAAAAAAq4/AXxLCwk2yKQ/s1600/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455736726658614994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S7arpayKBtI/AAAAAAAAAq4/AXxLCwk2yKQ/s320/017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; See?  Orange and Yellow.  You can't see them all but there are three eggs in orange and five, yes &lt;em&gt;FIVE&lt;/em&gt; eggs in the yellow.  Three quarters of his eggs in those two colors (just let it go Mommy, &lt;em&gt;let it go&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S7aq8xxKHtI/AAAAAAAAAqw/H463HsJ8sUk/s1600/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455735959734329042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S7aq8xxKHtI/AAAAAAAAAqw/H463HsJ8sUk/s320/019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haley didn't mind reaching in with her hands to pull the eggs out.  This proved easier with the hands than with spoons, the spoons made the mugs too &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;tippy&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S7aq8RzsfxI/AAAAAAAAAqo/IzJv_GPSCCI/s1600/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455735951155035922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S7aq8RzsfxI/AAAAAAAAAqo/IzJv_GPSCCI/s320/020.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kale showing me his hand, not quite as yucky, but getting there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S7aq75nhvpI/AAAAAAAAAqg/_EQaIYWEkSs/s1600/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455735944661548690" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S7aq75nhvpI/AAAAAAAAAqg/_EQaIYWEkSs/s320/022.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pulling one of three out of the orange, and still marinating the yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S7aq7Y412XI/AAAAAAAAAqY/6Lu1J_28I5I/s1600/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455735935875799410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S7aq7Y412XI/AAAAAAAAAqY/6Lu1J_28I5I/s320/026.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the aftermath.  Messy, and will probably be stained forever but it's pretty much just used for a dog sheet on our bed, or a picnic blanket in the backyard.  Also, at one point when Kale was rough handling the eggs he picked one up and threw it at Haley, the sound of it cracking as it bounced off her head was a sound we couldn't help but laugh at (as we told Kale not to throw eggs at his sister). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S7aq60pLvnI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/gmp7zqY3_Hw/s1600/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455735926146449010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S7aq60pLvnI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/gmp7zqY3_Hw/s320/027.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; More aftermath, and a painted leg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S7aqOsc7g-I/AAAAAAAAAqI/YBZRG6XMvYU/s1600/030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455735168033326050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S7aqOsc7g-I/AAAAAAAAAqI/YBZRG6XMvYU/s320/030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haley showing off her eggs.  Now, after that whole story above, Haley's eggs are gorgeous.  For the work of a three year old, I'll definitely take it.  I can't help but look forward to years ahead when she wants to get creative to make beautiful eggs with &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;rubber bands&lt;/span&gt; and marble paint, and glitter and who knows what else "they" and she will come up with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S7aqON1l4jI/AAAAAAAAAqA/mULZWR9umEY/s1600/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455735159815266866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S7aqON1l4jI/AAAAAAAAAqA/mULZWR9umEY/s320/035.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kale showing off his eggs.  He's pretty proud.  I don't think any of them came out with less than a few cracks, some were completely trashed and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;chunked&lt;/span&gt; up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S7aqNwVWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAp4/xeydId4K1Vs/s1600/038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455735151895397282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S7aqNwVWQ6I/AAAAAAAAAp4/xeydId4K1Vs/s320/038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The finished products side by side.  I don't feel like it's necessary to tell you who's dozen is who's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S7aqNY3p25I/AAAAAAAAApw/VvmvdRX_1u8/s1600/040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455735145596836754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S7aqNY3p25I/AAAAAAAAApw/VvmvdRX_1u8/s320/040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kale's name egg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S7aqMxs-YPI/AAAAAAAAApo/PPpZWpshSDQ/s1600/042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455735135083061490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S7aqMxs-YPI/AAAAAAAAApo/PPpZWpshSDQ/s320/042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Not that you can tell, but Haley's name egg. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So I guess that's Easter for now around here.  There will definitely be pictures to follow of them in their Easter outfits and likely of our brunch at friend's house Sunday morning.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287249778766342140-3340845428728156760?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/3340845428728156760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2010/04/hippity-hoppity-easters-on-its-way.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/3340845428728156760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/3340845428728156760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2010/04/hippity-hoppity-easters-on-its-way.html' title='Hippity Hoppity Easter&apos;s on its Way!'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S7arq0JkBUI/AAAAAAAAArQ/or5WTzky9XU/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-4862850469682236020</id><published>2010-03-24T11:52:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T12:21:48.198-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outdoors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colorado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let it snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Coldstone's got nothin' on us!</title><content type='html'>So, at precisely 8:00 last night it started to snow, like first it wasn't there, then there were three inches out there.  That kind of snow.  Which out here in Colorado Springs goes by the name of "Spring Snow".  It's still cold, it still fills up our driveway, and it still blows into huge drifts in the back yard, the only difference, as far as I can tell, is that it comes after the 21st of March and in far larger &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;quantities&lt;/span&gt; than plain old winter snow (&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;?!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being that it is in fact spring, I decided to use this snow day as a spring cleaning day, after all, it is a "Spring Snow" Day.  I rearranged the play room (also known as the front living room to those of you that don't have kids that necessitate an &lt;em&gt;entire&lt;/em&gt; room full of toys) and did a good clean on it.  Read: down on hands and knees scrubbing the scum off the base boards, and removing a build-up of crayon that seems to have spread beyond the dining room (A.K.A. the art room... My house is like one big homey classroom).  The great thing about having a three year old daughter?  You can convince her that the Magic Eraser really is magic and if she scrubs at stuff it's like being Cinderella (bonus points for having the costume on hand so she can truly dress the part).  Maybe life with two really is getting easier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I got bored with cleaning (and that didn't take long) we decided to use the "Spring Snow" to make &lt;a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/paula-deen/snow-ice-cream-recipe/index.html"&gt;Ice Cream &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ala&lt;/span&gt; Paula &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Deen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  I remember doing this as a kid while babysitting in South Dakota and it being yummy and figured that if I could make it back then, now should be no issue... thankfully, I was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S6pSFDoVXiI/AAAAAAAAApg/TodS9wtCZeY/s1600/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452260545712709154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S6pSFDoVXiI/AAAAAAAAApg/TodS9wtCZeY/s320/004.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now, I mentioned before that it was cold out there and I really didn't want to get all bundled up for the 15 foot &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;trudge&lt;/span&gt; across the back yard for the snow that hasn't already been yellowed.  So I sent my kid.  She likes any excuse to put her boots on, also, please note her cooking apron since again, in the spirit of dressing the part and this was a kitchen activity, said apron must be worn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S6pSEv0RQ5I/AAAAAAAAApY/kxOgSoIdQKg/s1600/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452260540394062738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S6pSEv0RQ5I/AAAAAAAAApY/kxOgSoIdQKg/s320/005.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She got two of the required eight cups of snow before I was bundled up to &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;trudge&lt;/span&gt; the 15 feet.  &lt;em&gt;Dang It!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452260284364306114" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S6pR12CBNsI/AAAAAAAAApI/FoH9SKMXJ88/s320/007.JPG" /&gt;Add to the eight cups of snow, one can of Sweetened Condensed Milk and a teaspoon of vanilla...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S6pSEQ4GsmI/AAAAAAAAApQ/60AKTIG9F8w/s1600/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452260532088648290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S6pSEQ4GsmI/AAAAAAAAApQ/60AKTIG9F8w/s320/006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ...Stir, and serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S6pR1jQhZvI/AAAAAAAAApA/XHWnVPxLEWE/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452260279324862194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S6pR1jQhZvI/AAAAAAAAApA/XHWnVPxLEWE/s320/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haley was all kinds of interested in stirring it, but when it came time to taste, she just couldn't get over the idea that it was made of snow, and I couldn't have paid her to try some.  The Dude on the other hand LOVED it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S6pR1ODV2uI/AAAAAAAAAo4/LUppFeQ0AEQ/s1600/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452260273632434914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S6pR1ODV2uI/AAAAAAAAAo4/LUppFeQ0AEQ/s320/010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He loved it A LOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S6pR0zB8PmI/AAAAAAAAAow/ZzW1v4oC0eQ/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452260266378804834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S6pR0zB8PmI/AAAAAAAAAow/ZzW1v4oC0eQ/s320/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ate it like I've never seen him eat ice cream (or maybe he just wanted to participate, his sister might not hold out on this forever).  In the spirit of a snow day full of spring cleaning, we ate it straight from the bowl sitting on the floor.  What was left we packaged into little &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;Ziploc&lt;/span&gt; containers and we'll see how well it freezes and stores.  Haley jumped back into things to help me take the containers and put them in the fridge. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S6pR0SRwqJI/AAAAAAAAAoo/_DgNAUVrju0/s1600/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452260257586784402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S6pR0SRwqJI/AAAAAAAAAoo/_DgNAUVrju0/s320/012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then it was time for the clean-up crew to go to work.  Mission accomplished.  It was super yummy and well worth keeping a can of sweetened condensed milk on hand in the future.   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287249778766342140-4862850469682236020?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/4862850469682236020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2010/03/coldstones-got-nothin-on-us.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/4862850469682236020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/4862850469682236020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2010/03/coldstones-got-nothin-on-us.html' title='Coldstone&apos;s got nothin&apos; on us!'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S6pSFDoVXiI/AAAAAAAAApg/TodS9wtCZeY/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-7519162904638017508</id><published>2010-03-10T15:46:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T16:05:25.260-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kale'/><title type='text'>The Dude and his Boots</title><content type='html'>So about a week ago we got a package in the mail from Jeff's mom. It included lots of great things for the kids, but the biggest hit by far was this pair of dragon galoshes from The Children's Place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447143780417269474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S5gkaHg_7uI/AAAAAAAAAoY/-4eNonHvijs/s320/040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say that Kale loves them could quite possibly be the biggest &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;understatement&lt;/span&gt; ever, EVER, E.V.E.R.! He wakes up and puts them over his footie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jammies&lt;/span&gt;, then comes into our room in the morning, he will wear them all morning, including when we go to the gym, he takes them off for a nap, but as soon as the nap is over back on his feet they go, they're there through dinner, then when it's time for tubby and we get him all undressed, the boots go back on.  I have photographic evidence of this, but feel like I have to draw the lines of inappropriate pictures somewhere, but rest assured, if you have a daughter about his age, she might one day see it.  What?  It's my right as his mother. In any case...  His feet are rarely not clothed in dragon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S5gkZyVNM4I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/xFPIeJpJqcU/s1600-h/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447143774730662786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S5gkZyVNM4I/AAAAAAAAAoQ/xFPIeJpJqcU/s320/039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Throwing a tantrum on the floor... in his boots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S5gkZcw5h1I/AAAAAAAAAoI/Ot5O_FxCJQg/s1600-h/1+(6).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447143768941234002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S5gkZcw5h1I/AAAAAAAAAoI/Ot5O_FxCJQg/s320/1+(6).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Playing with the bathroom chair (I refuse to call it a stool for obvious reasons based on it's location)... In his boots.&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/5287249778766342140-7519162904638017508?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/7519162904638017508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2010/03/dude-and-his-boots.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/7519162904638017508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/7519162904638017508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2010/03/dude-and-his-boots.html' title='The Dude and his Boots'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S5gkaHg_7uI/AAAAAAAAAoY/-4eNonHvijs/s72-c/040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-3857684469799637141</id><published>2010-03-10T14:48:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T15:27:20.986-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>The Robersons are Cavity Free!</title><content type='html'>Today was the kids' first dentist appointment... EVER.  This is pretty much right on time for the Dude, but Haley was probably a little bit behind.  We took them to &lt;a href="http://www.drjosherickson.com/Default.aspx?alias=www.drjosherickson.com/courtesy"&gt;Dr. Erickson&lt;/a&gt; just up Powers from our house and what a great office!  What I really liked about him from the get-go (aside from the fact that he went to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;UW&lt;/span&gt; for dental school - even if it wasn't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;WSU&lt;/span&gt;, he's still from the Northwest) is that he's a dual specialist, dentistry and orthodontics so in the future (if we're here that long) we'll only have to go to one office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got to the office and the kids were immediately at home, I mean they had a football chair for Kale and a princess one for Haley to sit in in the waiting room.  Plus, they had books and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Duplo&lt;/span&gt; blocks and if you know my kids, you'll know that there are few things in the world that make them happier than the latter and you sure won't find those other few things in a dentist's office. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were called back to the exam area and Haley climbed right up and let her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;hygienist&lt;/span&gt; get right down to business, she even got to pick her tooth polish flavor (Raspberry).  She happily laid there watching and laughing at cars with her mouth open "big as a house".  This kid did so well it made me wonder if someone had secretly switched out kids (I knew someone had taken my well behaved Haley and switched her with some kid with broken listening ears, I just knew it).  She even let them floss her... WHAT?!  I know you're jealous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447126109123899554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S5gUVg0V8KI/AAAAAAAAAno/xnZNJcLlW-I/s320/1+(3).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Watching Cars during her cleaning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then it was time for her to have x-rays taken.  I'd heard horror stories about kids having them done at the dentist's office and freaking out so I was kind of apprehensive, but once again, she totally surprised me.  I stood at the doorway (since The Man wasn't allowed in), but she got to play dress-up in a lead vest while they took pictures of her newly cleaned and shiny teeth!  She kept wanting to spit it out, but once she understood what they wanted her to do, she was on it.  As a reward she got to pick out a new Dora toothbrush - she chose pink.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447126114253141058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S5gUVz7P9EI/AAAAAAAAAnw/Zy63N0prp8o/s320/1+(4).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pictures of her clean and shiny teeth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How did Dude-a-Man do?  Not so much.  He doesn't really like people touching his teeth, let alone strangers, in a new place so it just wasn't going to happen.  He did decide that they were good people though when they gave him a new blue and green toothbrush with Dora on it (Diego too, but I had to put my foot down on him picking a pink or purple one with just Dora on it).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S5gUWwfDUxI/AAAAAAAAAoA/rdVv-nkeVMo/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447126130509435666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S5gUWwfDUxI/AAAAAAAAAoA/rdVv-nkeVMo/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Showing you his new toothbrush.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447126108802130898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S5gUVfnoI9I/AAAAAAAAAng/Diu0sqB6-98/s320/1+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Showing you how to use his new toothbrush.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then Dr. Erickson came back and counted Haley's teeth - turns out he didn't know how to count very well so Haley had to help him... she has 20 teeth.  He also looked at her x-rays and said that we're likely to have some crowding problems when her adult teeth come in (I guess it's genetic as Jeff had the same issues).  He painted on some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fluoride&lt;/span&gt; stuff that tasted like Cherries, she wasn't too sure about this, but it tasted too good not to let him finish.  He was impressed with the fact that she uses a spin brush and said as soon as she's willing, we can start her with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Sonicare&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S5gUWYBU-ZI/AAAAAAAAAn4/snr-_tWxLpA/s1600-h/1+(5).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447126123942312338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S5gUWYBU-ZI/AAAAAAAAAn4/snr-_tWxLpA/s320/1+(5).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dr. Erickson counting Haley's teeth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then it was Kale's turn.  He gave me two options, not examine him, or examine him and let him scream.  We decided that he was too young to remember this and since Jeff and I have no problems going to the dentist we might as well just let him scream, this is something you just have to do.  I held The Dude on my lap and leaned him back so his head was on the dentist's knee and we went to town.  Counted his teeth, checked for cavities, and also painted the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fluoride&lt;/span&gt; on his teeth too.  Painting on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;fluoride&lt;/span&gt; I believe went like this in Kale's head: "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;AAHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!!!  Oh, that's tastes really good!  Oh yeah, I'm angry!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;AAHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!!!  But it tastes so good!  But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;AAHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!!"  There are no pictures of this because 1) I was holding him and couldn't take any because it took both my hands to hold his down, and 2) we're just not going to remember that part of the dentist's visit.  Our only concern with Kale is that teeth tend to create their enamel between 12 and 18 months and one of the things that can interrupt that is the use of antibiotics.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Kale's&lt;/span&gt; first major ear infection was at 12 months and he was on antibiotics pretty consistently after that up until he got tubes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt;.... it's a wait and see game, but we have to watch him closely and likely we'll have to deal with it as he gets older.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But the best part of the whole visit (for me)?  &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;NO CAVITIES&lt;/em&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;  For the kids?  They gave them presents... a squirt toy, a new Dora toothbrush, flossing toys... DUH!  And we get to do this all over again in September (hopefully The Man will figure things out by then).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287249778766342140-3857684469799637141?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/3857684469799637141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2010/03/robersons-are-cavity-free.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/3857684469799637141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/3857684469799637141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2010/03/robersons-are-cavity-free.html' title='The Robersons are Cavity Free!'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S5gUVg0V8KI/AAAAAAAAAno/xnZNJcLlW-I/s72-c/1+(3).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-6587970966567328149</id><published>2010-02-17T14:00:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T15:44:37.287-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colorado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meghan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>A True Colorado Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ohhh&lt;/span&gt; my gosh... &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt;! I've posted the pictures of our trip up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Farish&lt;/span&gt;. What a hidden gem! We drove about 45 minutes from our house up into the mountains (for those of you who are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;familiar&lt;/span&gt; with the area, or want to google map it, it's not too far from Woodland Park - the town, not the zoo you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Seattlites&lt;/span&gt;). It's a resort type of place that has meeting facilities, and also overnight camping and cabins and is available only to military. We went up with our good friends and neighbors Spiro, Andrea and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Yanni&lt;/span&gt; (who is about 5 months younger than Haley).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff has gone up there to play since he was a cadet, and was reintroduced to it only a couple days before we went up, by a buddy who took him ice fishing for the first time ever. Yep, he's picked up another hobby (don't tell my garage or basement, I don't know if they can take another one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We checked in at the front office and spent $15 to rent a pair of skates each for Jeff, Haley and me, and also rented a purple &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;toboggan&lt;/span&gt;. Kale was left out of the skates because he's only been walking for a bit more than 4 months, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;snow boots&lt;/span&gt; are tough enough for the guy. Haley played with her skates for about 15 minutes and decided it just wasn't for her yet (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;never mind&lt;/span&gt; the smallest pair they had was about 4 sizes too big for her). The best part of the day was that we were the only ones on the ice... that meant lots of "rule" breaking and fun for the kids. We brought the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;toboggan&lt;/span&gt; out and hauled the kids all over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S3xcf8MdvUI/AAAAAAAAAnY/mYYgR8DvI8c/s1600-h/271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439324153760824642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S3xcf8MdvUI/AAAAAAAAAnY/mYYgR8DvI8c/s320/271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haley had taken her turns being swung around on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;toboggan&lt;/span&gt;, and decided she wanted to take a turn pulling Mommy (Daddy helped push).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S3xcfJ0_rSI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/EU-osRM6o84/s1600-h/274.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439324140240612642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S3xcfJ0_rSI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/EU-osRM6o84/s320/274.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy pulled both of us on the saucer around the ice, but we took a self portrait before we got going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S3xceyJpLII/AAAAAAAAAnI/yofpLsARKxI/s1600-h/275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439324133884767362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S3xceyJpLII/AAAAAAAAAnI/yofpLsARKxI/s320/275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spiro wasn't a fan of the skates but he was a great train engine. He's got a hold of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Yanni's&lt;/span&gt; sled, who's holding Haley's sled, who's holding Kale's sled. I think the kids could have done this all afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S3xb8nidobI/AAAAAAAAAnA/ArNXrOA_xBw/s1600-h/285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439323546920526258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S3xb8nidobI/AAAAAAAAAnA/ArNXrOA_xBw/s320/285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Like I said earlier, he's only been walking around for about 4 months and that ice stuff can be kind of tricky. This was about as high up as he could get himself without help. But how cute is that hat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S3xb8TEqdXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/SpeO6jbqPxI/s1600-h/287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439323541426828658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S3xb8TEqdXI/AAAAAAAAAm4/SpeO6jbqPxI/s320/287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Never one to miss a photo opportunity, this is likely a sneak peek at our 2010 Christmas card. This place is so gorgeous and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;quintessential&lt;/span&gt; Colorado we just couldn't resist a family photo (especially when there's another family there to take the picture for us).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S3xb7zKMN7I/AAAAAAAAAmw/jEqJCvPIRYc/s1600-h/299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439323532860078002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S3xb7zKMN7I/AAAAAAAAAmw/jEqJCvPIRYc/s320/299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We returned the favor, and by favor I mean my daughter was standing behind the camera making faces at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Yanni&lt;/span&gt; to make him smile, he was more than happy to make them back at her... Duh! Andrea said that she didn't even know &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Yanni&lt;/span&gt; was making that face, she was laughing at Haley. We took a bunch of pictures of their family, but this one was my favorite!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S3xb7Y_VJyI/AAAAAAAAAmo/KZMQLl4ijUY/s1600-h/302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439323525835204386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S3xb7Y_VJyI/AAAAAAAAAmo/KZMQLl4ijUY/s320/302.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a picture looking down through the ice. The little white circles are bubbles that got stuck on their way up. The cracks are everywhere, but not in a dangerous kind of way, moreover they just showed us how deeply frozen the ice was. Jeff said that where he was fishing (only about 100 yards from where we were skating) it was about 24" deep. It was truly beautiful. They had swept and slightly groomed a circle for skating and an oval for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;broom ball&lt;/span&gt;. We mostly hung out on the oval but the family pictures were taken on the circle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;After we were done ice skating we snuck into the cabin kitchen and used their stove to heat up some soup and chili, fed the kids their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;PBJs&lt;/span&gt;. It was great, they had a bunch of large tables that were able to seat all 7 of us. When we were done there, it was on to the sledding hills. They have 3 of them up there - 2 for sleds, and 1 for tubes. We tried the sledding hill first but after Kale and I rearranged a hay bale going way too fast, we moved to halfway down the tube hill. It was perfect for the kids. We also took the dogs up with us and they had a total ball running all over the place up there. I think they forgot that they don't usually run that much in a normal day. They were spent and slept the whole way down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S3xb6nAVIII/AAAAAAAAAmg/n_iCg8kYlGM/s1600-h/308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439323512417624194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S3xb6nAVIII/AAAAAAAAAmg/n_iCg8kYlGM/s320/308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jeff was getting ready to do a run down the hill and the kids were hanging out on a hay bale. Haley had to give Daddy a kiss before he went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S3xaprRGWlI/AAAAAAAAAmY/qHz7g9KwuQY/s1600-h/312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439322121992297042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S3xaprRGWlI/AAAAAAAAAmY/qHz7g9KwuQY/s320/312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My favorite picture of the day and it's not even my kid! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Yanni&lt;/span&gt; was having &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; much fun sledding down the hill and I was at the bottom to take pictures of the smiles when they landed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S3xapf8IopI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/NKXF6U-2Ihc/s1600-h/328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439322118951576210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S3xapf8IopI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/NKXF6U-2Ihc/s320/328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kale was super duper tired at the end of the day and wanted to hang out with Daddy. Daddy was happy to give him tickles that perked him right up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S3xapCfvc0I/AAAAAAAAAmI/VH_nEpALQPE/s1600-h/330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439322111047856962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S3xapCfvc0I/AAAAAAAAAmI/VH_nEpALQPE/s320/330.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We thought I could get the same reaction out of him and this is the best I could do without a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;binky&lt;/span&gt; in his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S3xaoR3Yv4I/AAAAAAAAAmA/hORpvzSHChU/s1600-h/333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439322097993695106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S3xaoR3Yv4I/AAAAAAAAAmA/hORpvzSHChU/s320/333.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the spirit of the Vancouver Olympics: Someday when Haley is competing in the 2022 Winter Olympics as a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;figure skater&lt;/span&gt;, this is going to be one of those pictures they show before she skates - her first time ever on the ice. But we have a lot of work to get to that spot. Doesn't she look like she knows what she's doing though?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S3xansZaoeI/AAAAAAAAAl4/-cOGISj1E8Q/s1600-h/340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439322087935877602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S3xansZaoeI/AAAAAAAAAl4/-cOGISj1E8Q/s320/340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On our way home, Kale never even made it to pavement before he fell asleep, and Haley wasn't long after. They woke up once we got home, so we popped in a movie, found a "gaga" and "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;gagi&lt;/span&gt;" and cuddled them up on the couch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was a really great family day and one I hope we're able to repeat soon. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/5287249778766342140-6587970966567328149?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/6587970966567328149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2010/02/true-colorado-experience.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/6587970966567328149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/6587970966567328149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2010/02/true-colorado-experience.html' title='A True Colorado Experience'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S3xcf8MdvUI/AAAAAAAAAnY/mYYgR8DvI8c/s72-c/271.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-912436030086222028</id><published>2010-02-12T16:31:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T16:46:12.537-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crafts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New House'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Kale's first major art project...</title><content type='html'>So I have to get a confessional out of the way right now... I owe you all a post about the great trip we made up into the mountains, but that's going to be a lot of picture uploading and I'm lazy.  I'll get there I promise, the pictures from that trip are so cute, you're going to D-I-E. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, onto the topic of this post.  Haley has always been my artsy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;fartsy&lt;/span&gt; kid, she loves to color, paint, sculpt, you name it.  Kale likes to eat art supplies and just hasn't shown much interest, beyond what it tastes like and what it would look like if he threw his medium across the room (he likes to throw things).  Chalk it up to being a boy, or just not that in to art, whatever - your reasoning is as good as mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all that stood true till this afternoon.  I &lt;em&gt;thought&lt;/em&gt; he was peacefully out in the playroom while Haley and I were in the family room working on her letters.  I was wrong.  He was in his favorite forbidden place... the office.  He found a yellow marker and &lt;em&gt;went to town&lt;/em&gt;!  He made up for 19 months of disinterest in art in about 20 minutes... yeah I would have thought it would have taken longer than that either (goes to show how much I learn everyday in this mom job).  Being his first major art project, and that I couldn't keep it forever and ever, I took a picture... actually I took three because that's how many I needed to capture the whole thing.  Here it is for you to enjoy too:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S3XlIObiMOI/AAAAAAAAAlw/-ZEL6X76o9A/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437504054595039458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S3XlIObiMOI/AAAAAAAAAlw/-ZEL6X76o9A/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S3XlH8gQjUI/AAAAAAAAAlo/04dZbbyv1q4/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437504049783016770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S3XlH8gQjUI/AAAAAAAAAlo/04dZbbyv1q4/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S3XlHXn4CoI/AAAAAAAAAlg/BbLYcDmwWnA/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437504039882852994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S3XlHXn4CoI/AAAAAAAAAlg/BbLYcDmwWnA/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Maybe paper just wasn't the material he wanted to work with... maybe he wants to be a muralist.  Maybe I should paint the office in that chalkboard paint.  I give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&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/5287249778766342140-912436030086222028?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/912436030086222028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2010/02/kales-first-major-art-project.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/912436030086222028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/912436030086222028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2010/02/kales-first-major-art-project.html' title='Kale&apos;s first major art project...'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S3XlIObiMOI/AAAAAAAAAlw/-ZEL6X76o9A/s72-c/009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-1612650693672685163</id><published>2010-01-04T20:31:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T21:23:55.324-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cookies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Home for the Holidays'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Our December &amp; Christmas</title><content type='html'>I told you I would add more about Christmas later, well later is finally upon us.  This year Jeff and I made the decision to stay out here in Colorado and enjoy (for the first time in 6 Christmases) waking up in our house, just our family.  Let me tell you, it was great!  Just as we hoped it would be.  The kids (and by kids, I mean all four of us) were allowed to hang out and play with all of our presents, we had no where to go, and nothing to do.  In fact, we stayed in our new Christmas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jammies&lt;/span&gt; all day long!  A really nice, family centered Christmas celebration.  In the spirit of just enjoying Christmas morning we didn't take a whole ton of pictures and rather just lived in the moment, so for this post, I decided to tell you all about the month of December in the Roberson house, and not just Christmas Day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423093637099462658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S0Ky7h7-oAI/AAAAAAAAAj4/wcRO5q32Mlk/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is Atlas giving you an editorial picture of how drastically his life has changed in the past 6 years (most of the time he doesn't look so much like we need to talk him down off the ledge, this is just a moment for him).  Where once he had blankets and beds to cuddle up on (and hump) anytime he wanted, he now must find room on the floor amongst the crayons, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sippy&lt;/span&gt; cups and kids' blankets.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423093641610292850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S0Ky7yvcbnI/AAAAAAAAAkA/9OHvQJEZglw/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My "helpful" cookie helpers.  We needed to make a batch of cookies for Jeff's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Det's&lt;/span&gt; Kids Holiday party and they wanted so bad to be my sous chefs (or whatever you call an assistant pastry chef).  The looks on their faces will give you exactly an idea of how helpful they were.  While the recipe does not call for any nuts, you can see we had plenty on hand.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423093647010244994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S0Ky8G25KYI/AAAAAAAAAkI/8uSV28yp7N0/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In case all of the blue stuff, and dinosaur pajamas in this picture weren't enough, Kale proves to us daily that he is made of slugs, snails and puppy dog tails &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; he looks out his front window.  He is beyond excited to show us all of the bulldozers, front loaders, concrete trucks and other construction &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;equipment&lt;/span&gt; that visits our ever growing block.  It'll be a sad day (very soon) for him when all of this stops, we only have a couple of houses with exterior finishing left, but hopefully spring and warmer weather comes soon so we can walk around and see what's happening on other blocks.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423093660814636226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S0Ky86SHdMI/AAAAAAAAAkY/wNCOWkMxfTc/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the middle of the month our little man had a bout of the sicks and was up at 10:00 one night with bowls.  Kids or not, I don't have to tell you what that means.  He and Jeff each had their "Ats" and were bonking &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; in their makeshift helmets, part &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;delirium&lt;/span&gt;, part the fact that he just likes to head butt things, this was great entertainment for our sick little man.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423093652713581586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S0Ky8cGrLBI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/vm6ytRkCUlk/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This year I thought I would go cookie crazy and made batches of Chocolate Crinkles (that came out flat... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;WTF&lt;/span&gt;?!), Gingerbread (yeah, when the recipe calls for you to grease the cookie sheet, you should listen, Betty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Crocker&lt;/span&gt; knows her shit), and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;quadruple&lt;/span&gt; batch of sugar cookies.  These are my ever present cookie helpers and also my dual 30 pound weights.  This right here is why I work out - this is what I have to keep up with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423094259343031442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S0Kzfv-Z_JI/AAAAAAAAAkg/cDW2PwBBrV0/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I got about 2 cans of frosting into the batch and said SCREW IT!  We ate what we had frosted and I didn't pass a one out and I don't feel a bit guilty about it (except when I look in my dining room and see the 4 gallon size bags of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;unfrosted&lt;/span&gt; cookies... I bought 3 cans of frosting today at the commissary).  Anyway, Haley came in to help me sprinkle, this year was a little rough, she had a difficult time keeping the top of the sprinkles off of the frosting, but by next year, she will be good to go and will officially have her position as the 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; generation of sugar cookie makers.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423094274302695442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S0KzgntEWBI/AAAAAAAAAk4/twZlJaACSus/s320/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haley in her Christmas J&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ammies&lt;/span&gt; right before bed in front of the tree.  Kale was a lot tired by this time so we didn't get him in front of the tree (where he wasn't melting down).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423094277292243874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S0Kzgy11O6I/AAAAAAAAAlA/QDHZt4zIifQ/s320/045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here is Kale's picture in front of the tree, no more presents left and you can't really tell that the lights are on, but he is happy and has his "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;MoMo&lt;/span&gt;" (his name for anyone that resides on Sesame Street).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423094575829765922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S0KzyK-uTyI/AAAAAAAAAlI/K3QBTCSPZA8/s320/047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Daddy was helping us make Kale smile for his pictures and decided to jump in the picture with him, which led Atlas to jump in too.  My favorite part of this picture is Atlas' tongue about to clean Kale's face in one fail swoop.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423094264935527714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S0KzgEzwtSI/AAAAAAAAAko/TUSmRlT8Orc/s320/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haley was beyond excited to see that Santa had come through with her Strawberry Shortcake Berry Cafe, he also left her a letter in return, ate the cookies, drank the milk, and fed the carrots to the reindeer (BTW, she was VERY &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;perturbed&lt;/span&gt; that they were messy reindeer and spit a bunch of their carrots all over the snow in the front yard... I mean really!).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423094271669902162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S0Kzgd5XG1I/AAAAAAAAAkw/Z4uToBMQaJc/s320/042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Dude-a-Man in his Cozy Coupe, a.k.a The Drive In Movie Theatre, and the one thing he doesn't HAVE to share with his sister (which makes her want in it even more).  He LOVES it, and lives in it.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S0KzyueNAmI/AAAAAAAAAlY/7-UAxyWgbS4/s1600-h/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423094585357042274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S0KzyueNAmI/AAAAAAAAAlY/7-UAxyWgbS4/s320/056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Enjoying driving his cozy coupe.  For the most part he is a pretty happy driver. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S0KzyZW9-zI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/1DCx1Nt-U0Y/s1600-h/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423094579689552690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S0KzyZW9-zI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/1DCx1Nt-U0Y/s320/054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But sometimes he gets cut off, and he gets a little angry.  I don't know if an 18 month old could utter the letters W-T-F, but the picture definitely says that.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So that's our past month and closes out our 2009.  January and 2010 has already been an adventure (at least for Jeff) and maybe (for once), I'll get him to post some stuff on this blog and tell you about his trip to Tokyo, Japan.  A belated Merry Christmas to you and we hope 2010 is good to you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287249778766342140-1612650693672685163?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/1612650693672685163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2010/01/our-december-christmas.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/1612650693672685163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/1612650693672685163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2010/01/our-december-christmas.html' title='Our December &amp; Christmas'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/S0Ky7h7-oAI/AAAAAAAAAj4/wcRO5q32Mlk/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-2204225610307171129</id><published>2009-12-30T18:10:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T18:21:12.578-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Getting ready for Santa and his Reindeer</title><content type='html'>I know it's been a while since we posted stuff, but what can I say... The holidays are hectic.  We managed to slow down just a little bit (and by we, I mean Jeff and I, not so much Haley), and prepare for Santa and his reindeer's arrival.  Here's a video of Haley explaining it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f4a55f7a6159573f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df4a55f7a6159573f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333315640%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D384C62EB64EF650D1288478A8F9E59E9A688E504.453573E30BE51F9F4D35C15155B5A9B13725FD3E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df4a55f7a6159573f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaL4kczcZ56w_uyLqUbG01c6xBzA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df4a55f7a6159573f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333315640%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D384C62EB64EF650D1288478A8F9E59E9A688E504.453573E30BE51F9F4D35C15155B5A9B13725FD3E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df4a55f7a6159573f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaL4kczcZ56w_uyLqUbG01c6xBzA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287249778766342140-2204225610307171129?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/2204225610307171129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2009/12/getting-ready-for-santa-and-his.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/2204225610307171129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/2204225610307171129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2009/12/getting-ready-for-santa-and-his.html' title='Getting ready for Santa and his Reindeer'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-3912934747481796215</id><published>2009-12-09T14:46:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T15:00:03.485-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kale'/><title type='text'>Kale's Evaluation</title><content type='html'>It's 10 degrees outside (which is a 25 degree increase since about 7:30 this morning), there's snow on the ground, the sun is shining and chicken and dumplings are simmering on the stove.  What a beautiful day for an intervention.  Of the developmental kind that is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we had a team of 4 women come out and assess Kale for early intervention services.  A nurse, a speech pathologist, a developmental expert and a case manager all came by to watch our Dude play.  As I suspected with 4 brand new people in the house, he didn't utter a single word (except for his favorite UH! sound), and save for once when he told the nurse MINE! when she asked for the toy he had (a developmentally appropriate response, especially for a kid with a 3 year old sister).  They said he was right on target for all of his skill and abilities for a typical 18 month old except for that darn speech thing.  Apparently a kid his age should have roughly 15 words and is beginning to combine them into two word sentences - we don't have 2 words that would go together to form any kind of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;coherent&lt;/span&gt; sentence, unless you consider MINE! HO! HO! (Kale for "My Santa toy). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pleased with the outcome of this because it looks like we will be having a specialist visit us at our house twice a month (possibly until he's 3) to work on his vocabulary and speech development, particularly his "expressive" words.  I know that it won't take him long to catch right on to this speech thing and before we know it we'll be telling him to hush too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287249778766342140-3912934747481796215?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/3912934747481796215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2009/12/kales-evaluation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/3912934747481796215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/3912934747481796215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2009/12/kales-evaluation.html' title='Kale&apos;s Evaluation'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-738412103079709305</id><published>2009-11-23T22:25:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T22:31:42.095-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kale'/><title type='text'>The Dude-a-Man get's down</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;So the last post was all about Haley, in fairness, it was time to put one up of just Kale.  Lately the kid has really wanted to dance, and when that urge comes up, it's hard to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;suppress&lt;/span&gt; it.  It's okay buddy, we understand.  So, here is some choppy video of that.  Also, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; we have a camera out, he thinks it's time to pose so you'll see some video of him "Cheesing" - there's no doubt, it's the cutest thing on the face of the planet.  Like I said, it's choppy, but, I'm sparing you some Dramamine needing footage, some screaming children, and other kinds of useless-cute only to parents-debauchery, you should thank me.  Enjoy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ffa3df13fae4588" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0ffa3df13fae4588%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333315640%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2708BE881BACC640E13B8116DEE4502F632A4D08.862BCAC634722FF7C3E71B84728C04FC27D87112%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dffa3df13fae4588%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjgbzxlBPRdIA9pLZ6qdf6sHwMy8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0ffa3df13fae4588%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333315640%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2708BE881BACC640E13B8116DEE4502F632A4D08.862BCAC634722FF7C3E71B84728C04FC27D87112%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dffa3df13fae4588%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjgbzxlBPRdIA9pLZ6qdf6sHwMy8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287249778766342140-738412103079709305?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/738412103079709305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2009/11/dude-man-gets-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/738412103079709305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/738412103079709305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2009/11/dude-man-gets-down.html' title='The Dude-a-Man get&apos;s down'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-4662215484287999419</id><published>2009-11-16T14:52:00.006-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-16T15:23:17.002-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Triathlon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meghan'/><title type='text'>Cross that off the bucket list... oh, wait!</title><content type='html'>One thing that I've always wanted to do was run a triathlon, now, we're not talking anything about the Iron Man, that's just madness, who would really want to swim 2 miles, then bike over 100, and then, just for good measure, run a marathon! Really! But the sprint ones are always something I thought I could do if I could only get into running. Well about 4 months ago I ran a whole mile for the first time since, oh, about 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; grade. Game on! This month our gym hosted an indoor one and I finally had a goal. I managed to pick myself up a training buddy, Ashley (a friend that we knew when we lived in California and happened to run into again out here, who, coincidentally has run a few of these before), and off we went. For about two months I hit the gym daily, doing rotations of biking and running, swimming, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pilates&lt;/span&gt; (because I want my stomach to be flat one day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday was the big day and I had big goals! The swimming was only 200 yards so I was hoping for a 2:15, then there was a 10 mile bike that I wanted to do in 30 minutes and the 3 mile run that I wanted to do in 35 minutes, I also had goals of placing in swimming and running the entire run (walking is for wusses). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404824738471514722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SwHLdrHWkmI/AAAAAAAAAjk/7Z8mK85Ac34/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I am proud to say that, while I didn't make my goal time (as you can see in the picture above I did a 2:45), I did win the women's swimming by 26 seconds... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ya'll&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;TWENTY SIX SECONDS&lt;/em&gt;!!  That's no small amount of time when you're talking about just 200 yards.  It's nice to know that competitive swimmer is still in there somewhere.  After swimming we hit the bikes for 10 miles.  I had a good lead in my heat but my transition was less than stellar (it's no small feat to put workout pants on wet legs, plus get your shoes and socks on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404824728233668834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SwHLdE-dcOI/AAAAAAAAAjU/zq1UEarsqiY/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Again, I missed my time goal on the bike, and did about 32 minutes for 10 miles, not fantastic but a really good starting point.  And now I know where my weakness is and am implementing a few spin classes into my routine.  Live and learn right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404824732050920290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SwHLdTMkE2I/AAAAAAAAAjc/hBBKHx3CEac/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;After the bikes it was on to the treadmill for 3 miles.  I ran a pretty steady 5.5 mph and finished it in 32 minutes, three minutes under my goal time, and I'm proud that I was able run the entire three miles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404824743333022018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SwHLd9ObSUI/AAAAAAAAAjs/ZxuFVRY2GwQ/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Ashley, my training buddy and I with the final times.  I pulled in a total of 1:15, Ashley was 1:13 and we took 11&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and 9&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; place.  Not too shabby! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, onto the next goal.  For sure (as of right now) the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Tri&lt;/span&gt; for the Cure August 1st (a 750 swim, 13 mile bike and a 5k), and I'm also hoping to be able to hit the Seattle Rock n Roll half marathon.  Oh, and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Briargate&lt;/span&gt; Turkey Trot on Thanksgiving morning, and by next summer we will have shirted in the Jack Quinn's Running Club, we only have 2 more left till we meet the requisite 10 5ks.  GO ME!!&lt;br /&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/5287249778766342140-4662215484287999419?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/4662215484287999419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2009/11/cross-that-off-bucket-list-oh-wait.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/4662215484287999419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/4662215484287999419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2009/11/cross-that-off-bucket-list-oh-wait.html' title='Cross that off the bucket list... oh, wait!'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SwHLdrHWkmI/AAAAAAAAAjk/7Z8mK85Ac34/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-5181664825786049160</id><published>2009-11-13T14:14:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T14:22:33.950-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haley'/><title type='text'>Haley</title><content type='html'>Today on our way to Kale's doctor appointment I made a stop by Starbucks for my seasonal favorite (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;peppermint&lt;/span&gt; mocha with soy), and decided that at almost three Haley was plenty big enough for a drink of her own, and a chance to share in what has become known as Red Cup Joy! She got a gingerbread warm steamed milk and really enjoyed drinking "coffee" with mommy. Just another example of how my little girl is getting bigger and bigger every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of days ago she was being silly for the camera, and this is what we captured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403700624392074882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Sv3NFn1yNoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/Ne_jP7WfRBs/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Her "cheese" face (with a little bit of laughing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Sv3NFQJ-I5I/AAAAAAAAAi8/ObVx3wfLH88/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403700618034291602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Sv3NFQJ-I5I/AAAAAAAAAi8/ObVx3wfLH88/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of my new favorite pictures of her, I think she looks like such a beautiful little girl here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403700630114116018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Sv3NF9KBobI/AAAAAAAAAjM/AVURFJa1ViQ/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;And our goofball Haley.  She's learned to "look at her nose" and this is the silliness that we get.  I love it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287249778766342140-5181664825786049160?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/5181664825786049160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2009/11/haley.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/5181664825786049160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/5181664825786049160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2009/11/haley.html' title='Haley'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Sv3NFn1yNoI/AAAAAAAAAjE/Ne_jP7WfRBs/s72-c/006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-7862885537123520836</id><published>2009-10-31T21:22:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T21:53:33.819-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>Halloween is lots of fun when you have two kids big enough to trick-or-treat! We took them to the Boo at the Zoo last week and they had fun practicing - Haley loved to go up to people and tell them "Trick-or-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;treatin&lt;/span&gt;'" like she needed to announce what she was doing and then they would give her candy. But by tonight she had the whole thing down. Since we're still working on getting a consistent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MaMa&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DaDa&lt;/span&gt; out of Kale, we just let him walk around with his pumpkin, and hold it out to people - they knew what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Su0BnUR5krI/AAAAAAAAAi0/g88iMZeXfjQ/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398973303257404082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Su0BnUR5krI/AAAAAAAAAi0/g88iMZeXfjQ/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haley decided to go as her current (as of the day we went shopping, and luckily today also) favorite princess; Belle. She got to have her hair curled and had a pretty headband to wear just like the real deal. I think we are in for a few years worth of princess costumes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398973087671400690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Su0BaxKMOPI/AAAAAAAAAik/m8gvHT0g3YE/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Love Kale's costume?! Yeah me too... I made it, all by myself! I even put a zipper in it and stuffed the junk out of the tail and spikes. One thing about Colorado is that you never know what the weather is going to be, but this time of year you can bet on either cold or wind (sometimes both), so I wanted to know that he would be warm. the entire thing is made of fleece and I think it turned out pretty great. He &lt;em&gt;loved&lt;/em&gt; wearing his costume, even the hood (but wouldn't you love to walk around in a fleece one piece outfit).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Su0BbIJZULI/AAAAAAAAAis/sH_oBvZgENA/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398973093842079922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Su0BbIJZULI/AAAAAAAAAis/sH_oBvZgENA/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the pumpkin I made. A couple of years ago we found little glass beads that you could inset in the pumpkin and now all of my pumpkins use them. It makes them glow beautifully. I also scraped some of the skin off to make the name glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Su0BatnT04I/AAAAAAAAAic/vyHklA3AMnw/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398973086719792002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Su0BatnT04I/AAAAAAAAAic/vyHklA3AMnw/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jeff's pumpkin, classic and cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Su0BaQGzjEI/AAAAAAAAAiU/J4M9s1hG3HA/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398973078798830658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Su0BaQGzjEI/AAAAAAAAAiU/J4M9s1hG3HA/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids' pumpkins. Kale's says boo (yes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; the one he was trying to pick up at the end of the last post), and Haley decided that she wanted polka dots on hers. She has a real fear this year of lots of things associated with Halloween and most of the regular Jack-o-lantern faces fall in that category. We tried to find something that would be on her "good" list and that pretty much always includes things with polka dots on them, oh and we added "squirrels" (or swirls) to it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Su0BaLC9brI/AAAAAAAAAiM/IX75AZuuvnQ/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398973077440523954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Su0BaLC9brI/AAAAAAAAAiM/IX75AZuuvnQ/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of my pumpkin lanterns out front of the house. I had four of them all lit up along my walkway. Hope your Halloween was as happy as ours!&lt;/div&gt;&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/5287249778766342140-7862885537123520836?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/7862885537123520836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/7862885537123520836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/7862885537123520836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Su0BnUR5krI/AAAAAAAAAi0/g88iMZeXfjQ/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-3126780231128786336</id><published>2009-10-27T19:13:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T19:38:38.656-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colorado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>The Robersons go to the Pumpkin Patch</title><content type='html'>So far our Colorado fall has been &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;erratic&lt;/span&gt; to say the least. We've had snow, wind and sun, and all in the same week. We lucked out the weekend before last and had a nice (only a little bit windy) day and decided to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Carpe&lt;/span&gt; Diem and get ourselves out to the Pumpkin Patch. We went to Shooting Star Ranch in Black Forest (less than 15 miles from our house), and they had &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt;! There was a great petting zoo, pony rides, a hay slide, a train, a mountain of hay bales, a corn kernel box, hay rides, and pumpkins (imagine that). Guys, they even had a camel! They also has a few great photo opportunities too. We spent the entire morning there getting the kids some much needed (already) fresh air and our Jack-o-Lantern's to be. We didn't make it down the driveway before Kale was passed out and the only reason Haley made it home was because she had some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;kettle&lt;/span&gt; corn. With that... Bring on the pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SueccZ_477I/AAAAAAAAAiE/IO8m3r075Aw/s1600-h/056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397454690255957938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SueccZ_477I/AAAAAAAAAiE/IO8m3r075Aw/s320/056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Loving the hay ride!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SuecPvxpIJI/AAAAAAAAAh8/fKQK9bH0MTk/s1600-h/066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397454472763482258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SuecPvxpIJI/AAAAAAAAAh8/fKQK9bH0MTk/s320/066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Also loving the hay ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SuecPSTpjTI/AAAAAAAAAh0/1pueDU1JHFk/s1600-h/070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397454464853052722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SuecPSTpjTI/AAAAAAAAAh0/1pueDU1JHFk/s320/070.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Checking out the bunnies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SuecOyqfl1I/AAAAAAAAAhs/l6v1Im25pNA/s1600-h/081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397454456358934354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SuecOyqfl1I/AAAAAAAAAhs/l6v1Im25pNA/s320/081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think this pig is part Roberson... He's sleeping with his tongue out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SuecO49KEHI/AAAAAAAAAhk/9m98v46GWQQ/s1600-h/093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397454458047828082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SuecO49KEHI/AAAAAAAAAhk/9m98v46GWQQ/s320/093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There were some great boulders on the property and the kids thought they were mountains put there just for them to climb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SuecOtXc_vI/AAAAAAAAAhc/FDHkWBpMHhc/s1600-h/101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397454454936895218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SuecOtXc_vI/AAAAAAAAAhc/FDHkWBpMHhc/s320/101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haley: "There's a camel where?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Camel: "There's a Haley where?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SuebgeXYchI/AAAAAAAAAhU/DNREHVONuHY/s1600-h/121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397453660636082706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SuebgeXYchI/AAAAAAAAAhU/DNREHVONuHY/s320/121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Playing his new most favorite game: Peek-a-boo! From the corn kernel bin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SuebgHVrJGI/AAAAAAAAAhM/H6k7CTAHGZE/s1600-h/122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397453654454903906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SuebgHVrJGI/AAAAAAAAAhM/H6k7CTAHGZE/s320/122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haley playing the same game, at greater than 2 1/2, this game was so last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SuebfvLrt4I/AAAAAAAAAhE/sRaBp_KPs5c/s1600-h/126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397453647970547586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SuebfvLrt4I/AAAAAAAAAhE/sRaBp_KPs5c/s320/126.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little farm boy. It's like he was meant to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SuebfA2oXiI/AAAAAAAAAg8/_TJGn1eb4EU/s1600-h/129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397453635534216738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SuebfA2oXiI/AAAAAAAAAg8/_TJGn1eb4EU/s320/129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haley was having fun jumping off the hay bales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Suebe_pImGI/AAAAAAAAAg0/VHTKv2_reWc/s1600-h/133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397453635209173090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Suebe_pImGI/AAAAAAAAAg0/VHTKv2_reWc/s320/133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was &lt;em&gt;so&lt;/em&gt; funny trying to pick up his pumpkin. He would grunt and heave and grunt and it wouldn't go anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/5287249778766342140-3126780231128786336?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/3126780231128786336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2009/10/robersons-go-to-pumpkin-patch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/3126780231128786336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/3126780231128786336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2009/10/robersons-go-to-pumpkin-patch.html' title='The Robersons go to the Pumpkin Patch'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SueccZ_477I/AAAAAAAAAiE/IO8m3r075Aw/s72-c/056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-6443047615171661386</id><published>2009-10-01T15:16:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T16:12:55.501-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>The day of the surgery</title><content type='html'>Today was the day of Kale's ear tubes surgery, and man are we all tired!  Jeff and I woke up at about 5:30 to get the kids out the door on time, which isn't bad considering we had to have Haley to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Burich's&lt;/span&gt; and Kale to the hospital across town by 6:30.  It helped that we didn't have to dress either kid, just take them straight in their pj's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again let me tell you that we are so lucky to have such great friends so close to us.  Haley got to go spend the morning with Crystal, Grandma Krissy, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Caden&lt;/span&gt; and Hailey Madison at a farm ("with animals mommy") with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Caden's&lt;/span&gt; preschool.  She had a ball picking out a pumpkin and was super tired by the time they brought her home at 10 (which worked out perfect because we all got to take a nap later on). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, back to the subject of the post.  We got to the hospital at 6:30 on the button and were taken right back to his room to wait.  We saw about 6 different nurses (all of which remarked on how beautiful his eyes were as they took his temperature), a couple of anesthesiologists, and the doctor who would be doing the surgery.  By 7:25 we were handing the little man off, and by we, I mean Jeff - there was no way he was going to leave my arms to go with anyone wearing one of those sets of teal scrubs, plus there would have likely been some tears on my part. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No sooner had I completed about three quarters of a row on the blanket that I've been working on for Kale since before he was born, was the doctor back to tell us it wall all over and it went really well.  He said that there was no fluid or infection in either of his ears (a first since June), so we really caught a good window for optimal healing.  Additionally, he mentioned that one of his ears was a little thicker and was probably a sign of prolonged fluid build up (further affirmation that we were making the right choice to do this surgery). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time for one of us (like there was a choice) to go back to recovery and hold him while he woke up.  Now that sounds really peaceful.  I imagined me holding my little man all knocked out and being the first thing he saw as he slowly opened his groggy little eyes.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;WWE&lt;/span&gt; Smack Down would have been a better comparison to what I got.  He was &lt;em&gt;ANGRY&lt;/em&gt; that he was waking up and was going to let me, the nurse, and the housekeeping lady know it.  There was about 45 minutes of screaming, throwing himself backwards from my arms and all kinds of tantrums.  I have never seen my mild mannered little man behave like this.  My body was physically tired from this and even several hours later is still very sore (no need to feel guilt about missing the gym today, and thank God for my persistent trips there and all the weight lifting).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They took us out of recovery and down the hall (presumably because there was someone else coming out of surgery who didn't want to listen to a screaming child as they woke up), in any case there were plenty other people to hear his screaming from our room.  He didn't let them take his pulse/oxygen or temperature and wasn't about to fall for their ploy of watching cartoons and eating Popsicles while he hung out.  Nor was he going to allow anybody wearing a set of those damn teal scrubs any where near him.  In his Kale way he would turn his body toward whichever one of us was holding him and say "NO".  He didn't even want them in the room with him.  He finally gave them 2 post op temperature readings and 2 pulse/oxygen readings and that was enough for them to suggest that maybe we should just go home.  No sooner did we get to the car was our little man right back to his normal happy self. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy to report that as of this afternoon, less than 12 hours after the surgery, he is running around the house, tormenting and being tormented by his sister, eating and drinking like normal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287249778766342140-6443047615171661386?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/6443047615171661386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-of-surgery.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/6443047615171661386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/6443047615171661386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-of-surgery.html' title='The day of the surgery'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-5722917328139591995</id><published>2009-09-29T21:12:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T21:48:57.263-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ears'/><title type='text'>Kale's ears</title><content type='html'>I know lots of you have been wondering what's up with the Dude-a-Man's ears, so here's our basic rundown. When we were home in June for Andy and Katie's wedding, I took Kale into the urgent care where he was diagnosed with an ear infection (his official 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; one). Since June we have been bouncing back and forth between actual infections and just having fluid in one or both ears. Since we have not been able to clear this up we started the tubes conversation about a month and a half ago. The final decision was made today and on Thursday, early in the morning we will head in and have them put in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made this decision after only having him off of antibiotics for a grand total of less than a month (since June). The rounds have been made from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Amoxicillin&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Omnicef&lt;/span&gt;, to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Zithromax&lt;/span&gt; and back around to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Amoxicillin &lt;/span&gt;again and a daily regimen of Zyrtec. One major concern is that he could possibly become antibiotic resistant. Probably our highest concern is his speech development. At his 12 month well baby, he was about 1 word behind where they consider normal (he had 4 out of 5), while this isn't huge, it could become an issue. We took him last week to an audiologist for an evaluation and found that at the time (with a double ear infection - since he'd been off antibiotics for 4 days) that he was hearing at about 25 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;decibels&lt;/span&gt; (15 is normal, anything above 35 is considered deaf), they called him borderline. We will re-evaluate this 4 weeks after tubes to see if he's made any improvement and I will make the call to begin Early Intervention for speech therapy evaluation. It's pretty likely that once tubes are put in we'll begin speech therapy for him just to keep him on track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The surgery will take only about 15 minutes to complete and he will only be put out with a mask (no IV required). It will all be done at the Air Force Academy hospital by the Ear Nose and Throat doctor. He said that if all goes well we should be on our way home by 9:00am. The tubes should last about a year before they fall out and the doctor believes that we will likely have to do this at least one more time before his ears properly mature (I think it's hilarious that my HUGE baby boy has tiny ears). There will be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;ENT&lt;/span&gt; checks at 1 month and 6 months to make sure the tubes are functioning properly and haven't fallen out, and also by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pediatrician&lt;/span&gt; at any well baby check ups. If you feel you'd like to know way more than any person (aside from the doctor) should know about this you can look &lt;a href="http://kidshealth.org/parent/medical/ears/ear_infections.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.entusa.com/ear_tubes.htm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Prayers that all goes well with the surgery and recovery are very appreciated (and also for his mom's peace of mind since I'm about to lose it worrying about him and this whole thing).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287249778766342140-5722917328139591995?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/5722917328139591995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2009/09/kales-ears.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/5722917328139591995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/5722917328139591995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2009/09/kales-ears.html' title='Kale&apos;s ears'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-7526690983132009289</id><published>2009-09-29T13:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T13:37:48.017-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Haley Haley Haley</title><content type='html'>I did the post before this then downloaded pictures and video that were just hanging out on the camera and decided that it was time for this little girl to be the star of her own post. Lately her favorite dress-up costume has been her new tutu from Grandma Linda. She will dance all around the living room in it, doing her best moves. I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-12d681d244eb4609" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D12d681d244eb4609%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333315640%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DA1111C16DCBDEC497C3A44ED846901EA5AE8712.4275AA346B055823D46C64A6A72819850F3B7202%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D12d681d244eb4609%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsYFz32JG6D_NcJo-7m2EgCrOLx8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D12d681d244eb4609%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333315640%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DA1111C16DCBDEC497C3A44ED846901EA5AE8712.4275AA346B055823D46C64A6A72819850F3B7202%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D12d681d244eb4609%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsYFz32JG6D_NcJo-7m2EgCrOLx8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You'll have to excuse the state of my living room, it was laundry day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386974219748127954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SsJggu5GNNI/AAAAAAAAAgU/0lm7vDLsAv8/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She is officially in 3T clothing, this is a bit of a pain in the rear because the 2T's finally started to fit her in the waist, but one morning we woke up and her jeans looked like really bad high waters so we're back to having to cinch up the waist again.  Thank God for adjustable waist jeans!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The following are some of my new favorite pictures.  Jeff went up to bed last night and then called down to ask me for the camera.  This is what we found at about 10:00.  She was dead asleep on the floor outside hers and Kale's room.  I have no idea how she ended up there since we didn't hear her stirring, but whatever she was doing I guess she got tired.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SsJgh2I_6CI/AAAAAAAAAgs/4RA2d46dq-I/s1600-h/024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386974238873741346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SsJgh2I_6CI/AAAAAAAAAgs/4RA2d46dq-I/s320/024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386974231763544146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SsJghbpy6FI/AAAAAAAAAgk/-T6oZ6wKmMM/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SsJgg7ojq-I/AAAAAAAAAgc/IeK33Il50Nc/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386974223168416738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SsJgg7ojq-I/AAAAAAAAAgc/IeK33Il50Nc/s320/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You'll note in this last one, she has, in the hallway, all the things she needs in her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;actual&lt;/span&gt; bed: a book, Amen Baby and her Gaga.  Maybe she needed more space and it's time to move her into an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;official&lt;/span&gt; big girl's bed.  &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/5287249778766342140-7526690983132009289?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/7526690983132009289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2009/09/haley-haley-haley.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/7526690983132009289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/7526690983132009289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2009/09/haley-haley-haley.html' title='Haley Haley Haley'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SsJggu5GNNI/AAAAAAAAAgU/0lm7vDLsAv8/s72-c/011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-879964179255632052</id><published>2009-09-29T13:03:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T13:17:53.186-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Growing up too fast!</title><content type='html'>I've said it before and I'll say it again, we are in trouble when it comes to these two kids. I knew I wouldn't quite be prepared for it when it happened but I now have two fully mobile kids, they both go up and down the stairs, and even though Kale is still a fair bit slower than Haley, they chase each other. This gives Haley a greater chance to push Kale down (continuing to rack up Karmic points) and there is never a shortage of "fires" for me to put out. Oh how much easier life was when they just laid on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haley lately has learned to use some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hilarious&lt;/span&gt; phrases... "whatever mama" is her favorite, "no way &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jose&lt;/span&gt;" is also up there. This kid has more personality than I possibly know what to do with. I remember when she was brand new I looked forward to the day when she would say to me "NO mama" and show her independence. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ohhh&lt;/span&gt; boy did I need to be careful what I wished for, at two going on three going on 17, this little girl definitely has an independent streak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b1bf430801e312ef" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2009/09/growing-up-too-fast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/879964179255632052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/879964179255632052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2009/09/growing-up-too-fast.html' title='Growing up too fast!'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-7677304288426614432</id><published>2009-09-29T12:28:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T12:46:36.377-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colorado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Hot Air Balloon Classic</title><content type='html'>Yeah, so there's so catching up to be done around here... every Labor Day weekend, Colorado Springs plays host to the Hot Air Balloon classic. As many Labor day weekends that we've spent out here, neither of us had ever been to it. We woke up extra early and got the kids all ready to go for the day, headed out to the Yukon, started it up and found a flat tire. We were supposed to meet everyone at Starbucks, but they all headed back here and between the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Burich's&lt;/span&gt; and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Tsitsilianos&lt;/span&gt;' piled everyone into their cars and were on our way downtown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SsJTmZVEp0I/AAAAAAAAAgM/pz9VoqFAsyg/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386960023387940674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SsJTmZVEp0I/AAAAAAAAAgM/pz9VoqFAsyg/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The group at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; of the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SsJTfFZoJrI/AAAAAAAAAgE/Pi7kPobGiG4/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386959897779250866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SsJTfFZoJrI/AAAAAAAAAgE/Pi7kPobGiG4/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Noah's Ark Balloon - you can not grasp how big this balloon is unless you see it in person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SsJTe88sfmI/AAAAAAAAAf8/2589NTrjRsQ/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386959895510416994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SsJTe88sfmI/AAAAAAAAAf8/2589NTrjRsQ/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another one that was just larger than life.  Haley is still talking about the big bunny (especially when we see Energizer batteries).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SsJTea-_4NI/AAAAAAAAAf0/CCLhiCNor10/s1600-h/039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386959886393270482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SsJTea-_4NI/AAAAAAAAAf0/CCLhiCNor10/s320/039.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SsJTeH1kQfI/AAAAAAAAAfs/Pahdz01bUoc/s1600-h/061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386959881253437938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SsJTeH1kQfI/AAAAAAAAAfs/Pahdz01bUoc/s320/061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The one on the bottom is actually higher up and is behind a cloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SsJTdiTpq0I/AAAAAAAAAfk/Ca0bi2wlWc0/s1600-h/067.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386959871179074370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SsJTdiTpq0I/AAAAAAAAAfk/Ca0bi2wlWc0/s320/067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There were about 75 balloons that took off that morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SsJS_eIRnTI/AAAAAAAAAfc/_BpwvQMxY3A/s1600-h/075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386959354661543218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SsJS_eIRnTI/AAAAAAAAAfc/_BpwvQMxY3A/s320/075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SsJS-8sw16I/AAAAAAAAAfU/Ldm2P55ctb0/s1600-h/080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386959345687779234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SsJS-8sw16I/AAAAAAAAAfU/Ldm2P55ctb0/s320/080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SsJS-skheEI/AAAAAAAAAfM/NiiwDqUG-AA/s1600-h/088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386959341358250050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SsJS-skheEI/AAAAAAAAAfM/NiiwDqUG-AA/s320/088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On our way out we walked past the Velodrome and there were riders practicing - it was pretty cool to seem them ride on this track that has such an incredibly steep bank.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we were done with the balloons it was time for Brunch (and mimosas, duh).  We went to a little restaurant called the Pantry in Green Mountain Falls (just our side of Woodland Park).  It was so neat to eat right next to a little creek that went right through the restaurant, they even let the kids play in the creek if they wanted to.  We got some really great family pictures there (spoiler:  you'll probably see this on our Christmas letter). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SsJS9-6ltWI/AAAAAAAAAfE/3psd1EH_FRo/s1600-h/095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386959329102771554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SsJS9-6ltWI/AAAAAAAAAfE/3psd1EH_FRo/s320/095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SsJS9SKlFaI/AAAAAAAAAe8/sEhKNGQhK2c/s1600-h/096.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386959317090244002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SsJS9SKlFaI/AAAAAAAAAe8/sEhKNGQhK2c/s320/096.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Spiro, Andrea, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yanni&lt;/span&gt; and his stick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Great day spent with good friends, can't wait to do it again next year.  Possibly next year we'll keep the kids up late and go to the glow (done at night and there isn't a lift off, just the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;balloons&lt;/span&gt; inflated and glowing like big night lights). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287249778766342140-7677304288426614432?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/7677304288426614432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2009/09/hot-air-balloon-classic.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/7677304288426614432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/7677304288426614432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2009/09/hot-air-balloon-classic.html' title='Hot Air Balloon Classic'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SsJTmZVEp0I/AAAAAAAAAgM/pz9VoqFAsyg/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-719706046900384850</id><published>2009-09-05T09:13:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T09:31:51.855-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>COLLEGE FOOTBALL!!!</title><content type='html'>Game Day is sacred in this house. Period. End of story. We tell Haley that she can have the TV 6 mornings out of the week but, without sugarcoating it, Saturday is for Dad. Jeff and I have always had an Apple Cup rivalry in our house. I, having spent some time at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;WSU&lt;/span&gt; am forever a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Coug&lt;/span&gt; fan... he, on the other hand, well, he supports that other team (don't know why). I'm proud to say that my daughter is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;coug&lt;/span&gt; fan. Check out this video. She gets a little confused for a minute, but figures it out, I mean, she is only 2. By the end of the season (or more importantly, Apple Cup) she'll have it down. Now, we just need to get Kale to come around, sounds like the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cougs&lt;/span&gt; could use a future big guy like him (then what would Jeff do?!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-63ae897da3376cf9" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D63ae897da3376cf9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333315640%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5D0E6A34B6561C4432A33A5CE24A7B477851F9CA.4564974B5AFD428699F603936D0350C97FEDA08%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D63ae897da3376cf9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3NiEkMggXgVogkwcviTjGK4U_ME&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D63ae897da3376cf9%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333315640%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5D0E6A34B6561C4432A33A5CE24A7B477851F9CA.4564974B5AFD428699F603936D0350C97FEDA08%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D63ae897da3376cf9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3NiEkMggXgVogkwcviTjGK4U_ME&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287249778766342140-719706046900384850?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=63ae897da3376cf9&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/719706046900384850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2009/09/college-football.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/719706046900384850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/719706046900384850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2009/09/college-football.html' title='COLLEGE FOOTBALL!!!'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-1830454271696472406</id><published>2009-08-22T23:34:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T00:07:51.265-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So, a couple of things that I need to state right up front with this blog: First, it's very late, nearly midnight, but I really felt the need to get this blog up and the whole house is so gosh darn quite. Second, I'm spoiled.  I'm very lucky and thankful for the life that I get to live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now that this is all out of the way, here's the goods and good they are!  You may remember a while back I told y'all that we joined a new gym and it had a really great outdoor pool (again you can visit it here: &lt;a href="http://www.villasport.com/cs"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;VillaSport&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;).  Well that gym recently went through a little growth spurt and they unveiled it to us, the members today - they should really be paying me for what I'm about to share with you, but, unfortunately, they're not.  They expanded their pool to include not only my beloved indoor lap pool and the therapy pool to this (bear with me because there are pictures of the kids below it all and a big reward at the end):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373029186149431090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SpDVk8g-NzI/AAAAAAAAAdY/R3O0KbWy6_M/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The two new indoor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;water slides&lt;/span&gt; - they go almost as high up as what you see in the picture.  They have a small atrium area that sticks up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;accommodate&lt;/span&gt; them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373029194838601538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SpDVlc4ob0I/AAAAAAAAAdg/aMLGgtezBSo/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here's the best part, they put in a water play structure that we can enjoy &lt;em&gt;any&lt;/em&gt; time of year!  January?  Snow outside?  &lt;em&gt;Blowing&lt;/em&gt; wind?  Yeah, you'll find me and the kids at the pool!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373029205472251986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SpDVmEf5EFI/AAAAAAAAAdo/FxiwMhIQkKM/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another side to the play structure, there are 4, count them, 4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;water slides&lt;/span&gt;!  And, my favorite as a mom, the zero depth entry pool!  Haley refers to the pools here as the beach.  Wonder if she'll ever know what a real beach is like?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373029869901565714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SpDWMvsLzxI/AAAAAAAAAeA/18smkK2tnJU/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is an indoor/outdoor hot tub, they have windows that open and close according to the weather.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Mmmm&lt;/span&gt;, hot tubs in the snow, sounds like fun to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373029878888647858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SpDWNRK3zLI/AAAAAAAAAeI/FsEulqbHBtk/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The burning lava rocks, wonder if they'd let me bring my own &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;s'mores&lt;/span&gt; makings?  And that bench behind it?  It's a warming bench, and we're not talking about that warm Colorado sun folks, that's just a nice place to sit that will always feel like you're sitting on someone &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; recently sat on spot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373030271278698002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SpDWkG78zhI/AAAAAAAAAeo/4IM9zHSuu9U/s320/033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Kale has decided that he &lt;em&gt;loves &lt;/em&gt;watermelon!  I can't say I blame him, it was some really good watermelon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SpDWkj23k2I/AAAAAAAAAew/kMzsUdWW87Y/s1600-h/035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373030279042012002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SpDWkj23k2I/AAAAAAAAAew/kMzsUdWW87Y/s320/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After eating the watermelon the traditional way, he decided "why bring the watermelon to your face when you can bring your face to the watermelon."  So that's what he did - seems to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SpDWjn-6ZlI/AAAAAAAAAeg/vtgfsHCkmuA/s1600-h/032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373030262969624146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SpDWjn-6ZlI/AAAAAAAAAeg/vtgfsHCkmuA/s320/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Playing with Daddy's shades - he's a really cool kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SpDWOdIFhzI/AAAAAAAAAeY/P7VVi7_zzTI/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373029899278059314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SpDWOdIFhzI/AAAAAAAAAeY/P7VVi7_zzTI/s320/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This one's pretty cool too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SpDWN8emATI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/g8OPMXLVgwg/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373029890514092338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SpDWN8emATI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/g8OPMXLVgwg/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He likes to eat rocks.  I think it's a boy thing, 'cause Haley never did such disgusting things, but he loves them.  You can tell him "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;UCK&lt;/span&gt;" and he'll stick his tongue out and just let them casually fall out of his mouth.  3 minutes later, he's eating them again.  I don't get it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SpDWMKFiO9I/AAAAAAAAAd4/2H-hIMDX6G8/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373029859807345618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SpDWMKFiO9I/AAAAAAAAAd4/2H-hIMDX6G8/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Miss Attitude 2009 right here.  The girl is forever stomping it out on her imaginary runway complete with her hands on her hips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SpDVmtrDOAI/AAAAAAAAAdw/7MKGrN3-JU0/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373029216524908546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SpDVmtrDOAI/AAAAAAAAAdw/7MKGrN3-JU0/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kale decided today that he now knows how to stand up on his own and walk wherever he wants to.  He climbed out of the pool and then walked to the wall all by himself.  So proud of my Dude-a-Man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SpDVkXc2W6I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/GfjEKujbaKo/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373029176200027042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SpDVkXc2W6I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/GfjEKujbaKo/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just love her eyes in this picture.  I thought I rotated this picture, but folks, it's uploaded and didn't I mention above that it's late?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7c50410ed3eeeb3d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7c50410ed3eeeb3d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333315640%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2914177CF2046989EE4A143E1EB7F4DD732CE083.65D812C1D7519E3CF9CA9C84B4C5B4215BA5D137%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7c50410ed3eeeb3d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DU0DNFvSBbC42V9q6aL4WcA4cAsU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D7c50410ed3eeeb3d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333315640%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2914177CF2046989EE4A143E1EB7F4DD732CE083.65D812C1D7519E3CF9CA9C84B4C5B4215BA5D137%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7c50410ed3eeeb3d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DU0DNFvSBbC42V9q6aL4WcA4cAsU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You're reward for making it all the way to the end of this post... The Dude-a-Man &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;gettin&lt;/span&gt;' down with his funky self.  The kid has some pretty awesome moves.  He's dancing to Celebrate and you'll have to excuse the kid in the background having a Grand Maul Tantrum... I feel for his mom, I've been there. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287249778766342140-1830454271696472406?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7c50410ed3eeeb3d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/1830454271696472406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-couple-of-things-that-i-need-to.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/1830454271696472406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/1830454271696472406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-couple-of-things-that-i-need-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SpDVk8g-NzI/AAAAAAAAAdY/R3O0KbWy6_M/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-2784448818562008623</id><published>2009-08-17T21:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T22:21:18.718-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kale'/><title type='text'>Lord help me, I have 2 kids that can walk!</title><content type='html'>Before we get to the much awaited video of Kale walking, here's one of my latest favorite pictures. That's Haley in the basket reaching out for help, to grab Kale's foot or just give herself a bit more room in there. You decide. I think my favorite part of this is that Kale is just looking at the hand like "What? You want out?! I think you can hang out in there for a little while. Karma sis, Karma."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Soomvjg7r4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/5DGu1iR32NI/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371148104021815170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Soomvjg7r4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/5DGu1iR32NI/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fa7bf4228950edfd" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfa7bf4228950edfd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333315640%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3C57E98D9DE335A93AD6ECA9A51B91833E97A337.83FE00B998A2108CA065A83436E68A52F2A0C319%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfa7bf4228950edfd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DE_1T5bgvBo7QZI2-gQGeN2xHcUg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v9.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfa7bf4228950edfd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333315640%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3C57E98D9DE335A93AD6ECA9A51B91833E97A337.83FE00B998A2108CA065A83436E68A52F2A0C319%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfa7bf4228950edfd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DE_1T5bgvBo7QZI2-gQGeN2xHcUg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here it is, the moment we've all been waiting for (except for me - I've been dreading it)! Kale walks, though not directly to anyone. One of the kids' favorite toys is the tripod, what we have the camera sitting on to get the video. He is super frustrated that we want him to walk to one of us, rather than at the tripod (maybe he likes it better than us because the tripod didn't make him the 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; child). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287249778766342140-2784448818562008623?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=fa7bf4228950edfd&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/2784448818562008623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2009/08/lord-help-us-all-i-have-2-kids-that-can.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/2784448818562008623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/2784448818562008623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2009/08/lord-help-us-all-i-have-2-kids-that-can.html' title='Lord help me, I have 2 kids that can walk!'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Soomvjg7r4I/AAAAAAAAAdI/5DGu1iR32NI/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-2847351304954828167</id><published>2009-08-13T19:20:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T19:37:55.306-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Parenting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>He did WHAT?!  Yeah, he crapped in my shoe.</title><content type='html'>Jeff left on Tuesday for a quick &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TDY&lt;/span&gt; (temporary duty for the non military) to Washington DC, leaving me with Kale on the verge of walking and a Haley with a attitude that just doesn't all fit into her little body.&lt;br /&gt;He comes home tomorrow and THANK GOD! The crazy kids have finally turned on their dear mother, the one who carried them in a nice little home, safe, warm and well fed for 9 months. The poor woman who stays home with them every day doing her best to keep them safe, make sure they turn into good well rounded citizens, and continues to keep them well fed.&lt;br /&gt;Haley has done her level best to make sure her brother hates her by the time he turns 2. Someday (soon) Kale is going to do 2 things: get bigger than her and learn to walk. When that happens Haley is going to have some serious Karma headed her way.&lt;br /&gt;Kale is currently going on week 7 of fighting a nasty double ear infection and as such is on some serious antibiotics which gives him a nasty diaper rash. I tell you this so you don't think I've lost my mind when I tell you that the guy was running around naked for the greater part of the evening tonight - he was air drying. I think he had finally had it with me asking him to stand and try to walk because he picked my running shoes to hide a turd in. He didn't hit anywhere else, just square in my shoe. It was time to replace them, but now it's &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; time to replace them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SoS80fcwhZI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Bu4s250bP6M/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369624265713812882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SoS80fcwhZI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Bu4s250bP6M/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/5287249778766342140-2847351304954828167?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/2847351304954828167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2009/08/he-did-what-yeah-he-crapped-in-my-shoe.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/2847351304954828167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/2847351304954828167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2009/08/he-did-what-yeah-he-crapped-in-my-shoe.html' title='He did WHAT?!  Yeah, he crapped in my shoe.'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SoS80fcwhZI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Bu4s250bP6M/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-3998085099344300458</id><published>2009-08-11T22:03:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T22:11:15.534-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So we've had a pretty busy summer around here. Not long after we got back from Seattle, my Aunt Linda (or Grandma Willa as Haley calls her) came out to visit us. It was great to have her out here and we got to do all kinds of fun touristy stuff. One of the last things we did before she headed home was take the &lt;a href="http://www.cograilway.com/"&gt;Cog Railway &lt;/a&gt;up to the very tippy top of Pikes Peak (or Big Mountain according to Haley). Here are pictures of the kids on top of the Purple Mountain Majesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368923266686616690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SoI_Q-kvhHI/AAAAAAAAAcg/OHyc_v6TUI8/s320/103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It was really great on the way up... since we bought Haley a ticket we had lots of room (4 whole seats for the 5 of us). The kids were able to hang by the windows and climb all around - it was a little tiring by the time we got to the bottom, but the kids did really great (and handled the altitude well too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368923708979084082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SoI_quPe-zI/AAAAAAAAAco/Tu0ooSPrcTM/s320/101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Not too sure what she's grabbing at here but the new phrase to get her to smile is telling her to say "pepperoncini" she give us this natural smile every time. She has a couple of new phrases "No way Jose!" and "Whatever!" The other day I asked her to put her shoes away and she said, under her breath, "What-ever Mommy". She's 2!!! We're so in for it! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368924353018974114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SoJAQNejz6I/AAAAAAAAAc4/UpsMOMOTzTo/s320/153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This was just today at the Banning Lewis Ranch playground. It's a western covered wagon theme playground and she was on the outskirts looking in. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368924344822301442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SoJAPu8UgwI/AAAAAAAAAcw/7Pqg18O9E54/s320/185.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After Banning Lewis Ranch, we went to Cordova and they have an Alice in Wonderland themed playground. Kale kept hanging under this part of it and thought it was hilarious to "peek!" at us. He has a couple new words - MAN! (pronounced Mahn) for MINE!, and GO! (usually directed at the dogs). He's also getting better at telling us what he wants (or demanding) - he'll point at what he wants and grunt (Uh! Uh! Uh!), the more grunting the worse he wants it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-31cc765d3f295e1c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D31cc765d3f295e1c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333315640%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D35212F52625385734CE369995013F26CE45DDB66.33B1845E0B2A93E65CC57CEFEC408B031CD2F262%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D31cc765d3f295e1c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8L-YjTY2E-Ak9BHkEVHAI6AXAPA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D31cc765d3f295e1c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333315640%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D35212F52625385734CE369995013F26CE45DDB66.33B1845E0B2A93E65CC57CEFEC408B031CD2F262%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D31cc765d3f295e1c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D8L-YjTY2E-Ak9BHkEVHAI6AXAPA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was also this afternoon - Kale is starting to stand for longer and longer stretches, here's some proof of it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've also been busy hanging out at the pool, and enjoying hanging out as a family. We spend nearly every other weekend at a local farmer's market and hanging out with friends enjoying the summer (because we know there can't be that much more left of it - it could snow next month around here). So there's an update of what's been going on around the Roberson house. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287249778766342140-3998085099344300458?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=31cc765d3f295e1c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/3998085099344300458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-weve-had-pretty-busy-summer-around.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/3998085099344300458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/3998085099344300458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-weve-had-pretty-busy-summer-around.html' title=''/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SoI_Q-kvhHI/AAAAAAAAAcg/OHyc_v6TUI8/s72-c/103.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-6042658903828257555</id><published>2009-07-24T12:20:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T13:47:38.261-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Andy and Katie&apos;s Wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Mama I'm Comin' Home</title><content type='html'>So this summer we were &lt;em&gt;super&lt;/em&gt; excited to head home for a couple of weeks - Andy Elliott, one of Jeff's friends since pretty much the dawn of time was getting married to the wonderful and perfect match for him, Katie and Jeff was part of the bridal party! Now, the wedding was excitement enough, but add to that the fact that for two whole nights &lt;em&gt;IN A ROW&lt;/em&gt; (yes, italics and all caps, that's just how exciting it was) we were kid free (thanks to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Gramma&lt;/span&gt;, Papa, Auntie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Agrix&lt;/span&gt;) and it's a wonder we ever came back! This is everything that happened on that trip &lt;em&gt;besides&lt;/em&gt; Kale's 1st birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SmoA6472eqI/AAAAAAAAAbw/RP3vdWo4im8/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362099318053829282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SmoA6472eqI/AAAAAAAAAbw/RP3vdWo4im8/s320/005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Packing and getting ready is hard work enough, add to that packing for not only yourself but 2 kids and 2 dogs and it's &lt;em&gt;madness&lt;/em&gt;. Haley was just helping out. If only the kids could have just traveled this way - throw them in suitcases and then into the trailer (just kidding, but only kind of... 2 days in a car and I would have thought long and hard about it). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SmoA6nPmjBI/AAAAAAAAAbo/iQAvhpKfUN0/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362099313304833042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SmoA6nPmjBI/AAAAAAAAAbo/iQAvhpKfUN0/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kale, thinking he could fit in his suitcase too. BTW, lately, this kid is &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; wearing pants! What's up with that?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SmoAlBYIRBI/AAAAAAAAAbg/_Ln2pjrp5XU/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362098942362797074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SmoAlBYIRBI/AAAAAAAAAbg/_Ln2pjrp5XU/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the road Kale is talking on his double foot phone. He thought this was too funny, and so did we.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362098930420835442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SmoAkU48ZHI/AAAAAAAAAbI/ZKRMXUJoEdM/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Let me tell you, when traveling on a budget with a family of 4 &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;2 dogs, God Bless &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;KOA&lt;/span&gt;! We spent $35&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ish&lt;/span&gt; and got a really great &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kabin&lt;/span&gt; (yes, since it's K-O-A, it's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kabin&lt;/span&gt;), complete with a bunk bed, queen sized bed and a bathroom not too far away. The best part? If the kids screamed in the middle of the night, or the dogs barked, we were pretty much off in our own little place. Perfect! And the beds were actually comfortable! We did this on the way there and on the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SmoAky4RahI/AAAAAAAAAbY/twYyKl7fqXI/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362098938471082514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SmoAky4RahI/AAAAAAAAAbY/twYyKl7fqXI/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm pretty sure now that I look at this picture that it's upside down, but it's uploaded now and you get the idea so it stays. Kale passed out in his pack and play in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Kabin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SmoAknmBReI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/ME-ZJwM2fb0/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362098935441737186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SmoAknmBReI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/ME-ZJwM2fb0/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Haley passed out on the lower bunk of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kabin&lt;/span&gt;. One day I'm going to blog about all of the crazy ways that Haley has fallen asleep. We must have 100 pictures of Haley sleeping in all kinds of silly positions - the kid is a nut, even when she's sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SmoAj_7tpeI/AAAAAAAAAbA/wved5t-Fezo/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362098924795307490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SmoAj_7tpeI/AAAAAAAAAbA/wved5t-Fezo/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jeff and Haley hanging out on the porch swing in front of our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Kabin&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SmoABovv-FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/dWjVEa5LCso/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362098334455560274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SmoABovv-FI/AAAAAAAAAa4/dWjVEa5LCso/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kale, awake on his 1st birthday - too bad the poor guy had to spend it in a car, but is that not the cutest groggy face in the world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SmoABW10gbI/AAAAAAAAAaw/TRDZ-eTQ90w/s1600-h/026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362098329649185202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SmoABW10gbI/AAAAAAAAAaw/TRDZ-eTQ90w/s320/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They even had a Haley sized broom to sweep in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Kabin&lt;/span&gt; - she was all too happy to help out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SmoAA20pryI/AAAAAAAAAao/avwfaY5Gn4Q/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362098321054347042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SmoAA20pryI/AAAAAAAAAao/avwfaY5Gn4Q/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Once we made it to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Gramma&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Papa's house we did a lot of swimming in the hot tub...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362095397458898882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Smn9WrlLb8I/AAAAAAAAAZo/mPvYwIkyatQ/s320/046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;...and the pool, where they ate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Popsicles&lt;/span&gt; (thank goodness the weather was nice while we were out there).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SmoAAvgqonI/AAAAAAAAAag/Ar800Z-POms/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362098319091475058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SmoAAvgqonI/AAAAAAAAAag/Ar800Z-POms/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haley (in the cutest pj's ever) helped to clean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Gramma's&lt;/span&gt; sink. It's her new favorite activity and a great way for her to keep occupied for about 20 minutes (like &lt;em&gt;forever&lt;/em&gt; with a 2 year old).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SmoAAYcx3fI/AAAAAAAAAaY/kYNSvbypsHA/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362098312901156338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SmoAAYcx3fI/AAAAAAAAAaY/kYNSvbypsHA/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Both of the kids could have spent all day in the backyard swinging in the maple tree. I could have too I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Smn_ccj38fI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/ntkC1yJcfp4/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362097695529366002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Smn_ccj38fI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/ntkC1yJcfp4/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids spent a lot of time jumping on the trampoline too. Kale really liked to hang out by the exit and on the ladder (this is one of the rare times he was actually &lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt; the trampoline).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362095387807622946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Smn9WHoIpyI/AAAAAAAAAZg/YbezrJFeCdI/s320/057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haley got to go on her first fishing trip with Daddy and Papa. They caught something like 6 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;fishies&lt;/span&gt; and she had fun till one got too close. You'll notice her "Ga-Ga" in the picture, that wasn't her only comfort item on the boat. This trip back she decided that she was going to potty train so her potty also got to go with in the boat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362095381855664898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Smn9VxdE-wI/AAAAAAAAAZY/hCAmHuqRyqs/s320/075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Haley got to spend some time with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;GG&lt;/span&gt; (Great Grandma). Now every night when we say our prayers, we say "and bless &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;GG&lt;/span&gt;" and Haley says "I love her!" in the sweetest voice. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;GG&lt;/span&gt; really made an impression and they had so much fun hanging out and going through her knitting and sewing basket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362095381446568034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Smn9Vv7iqGI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/Ddm3nZ6YH44/s320/081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were really happy to be able to be out there for the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of July so I got the family the whole Old Navy set up. It was great. But of the 6 or so pictures we took with our camera, this was the best one... guess this is how it will be for a while. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362095373789555986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Smn9VTZ97RI/AAAAAAAAAZI/SyclUoN36ZA/s320/082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We spent part of the 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; up at the Knoll's house and got to spend some time with our Best Friends Sonny and Krystal and their new baby (and Kale's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-determined &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;BFF&lt;/span&gt;) Luca. We know that Luca and Kale are going to be best friends because their going to be the only kids their age that will be the size they are (these boys are &lt;em&gt;beefy&lt;/em&gt;). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THE MAIN EVENT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Like I said before, the whole reason for this trip out was for Andy &amp;amp; Katie's wedding. I'd love to tell you that I have tons of pictures of everyone at the wedding, including the bride and groom, but I left that up to the photographers. Mainly, our camera got busted out not long after the drinking commenced, and with no kids in sight for 2 nights, there was some partying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;goin&lt;/span&gt;' down! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let me tell you, these crazy kids know how to throw a wedding. Katie's family has a ranch a stone's throw from the Snake Rive in Patterson, WA. They brought us down there, let us throw a trailer up in their pasture and stumble home to it in the wee hours after really great time. They had "The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Erection&lt;/span&gt; Part &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;Deux&lt;/span&gt;" (complete with Coug flags up on top) put up to hold the reception under and it was beautifully decorated (for those of you that don't know the Elliott's "The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Erection&lt;/span&gt; Part One" would be at the farm in Kent - you can see the barn when flying over in an airplane - I know first hand). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jeff was most impressed with the father of the bride's keg-a-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;rator&lt;/span&gt; trailer. He said, "you know it's a good party when you run out of beer and you had 10 kegs!" Anyway, it was a privilege to be a part of this really special occasion and as you'll see from the kooky pictures below, we had a great time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Smn_cG1Q6SI/AAAAAAAAAaI/08GGc9cx3HQ/s1600-h/wedding1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362097689696725282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Smn_cG1Q6SI/AAAAAAAAAaI/08GGc9cx3HQ/s320/wedding1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So two things about this picture. First, I'm so excited to &lt;em&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt; be a part of one of Krystal's notorious self portraits - these things are &lt;em&gt;legendary&lt;/em&gt;! Second, things are going down hill fast. You'll know this because I look high (promise just drunk - count my teeth) and Jeff is walking around with an unlit cigar and an unusual vacant look on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Smn_b4p9gPI/AAAAAAAAAaA/sDK5tvjEWP8/s1600-h/wedding2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362097685891219698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Smn_b4p9gPI/AAAAAAAAAaA/sDK5tvjEWP8/s320/wedding2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Two parents without kids - look out! Oh, and yet another appearance by the unlit cigar and lots of my teeth. Hey we were having fun (and for record this is the first time since May of 2006 I was neither pregnant nor breasfeeding). I remember doing the dollar dance and telling Andy not to spin me too much because it wouldn't take much to drop me on my ass! Or something like that anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Smn_b2LR_nI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/P1WEwF0n2g8/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362097685225668210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Smn_b2LR_nI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/P1WEwF0n2g8/s320/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A rare picture of the two of us, and we actually look presentable. Love it, I should find a frame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Smn_bifgelI/AAAAAAAAAZw/v_1_oBkfHmc/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362097679941794386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Smn_bifgelI/AAAAAAAAAZw/v_1_oBkfHmc/s320/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Oh... the night took a turn now I have the unlit cigar (and a really devilish look on my face). Look out! I started to drink&lt;em&gt; a lot&lt;/em&gt; of water not long after that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I guess this is the picture we leave you with for this vacation. We had a wonderful time hanging out with friends and family, Happy Birthday to Kale, Congratulation to Andy and Katie and Thank God we're back home in Colorado again! Could we do this again next year? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/5287249778766342140-6042658903828257555?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/6042658903828257555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2009/07/mama-im-comin-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/6042658903828257555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/6042658903828257555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2009/07/mama-im-comin-home.html' title='Mama I&apos;m Comin&apos; Home'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SmoA6472eqI/AAAAAAAAAbw/RP3vdWo4im8/s72-c/005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-5179825000038211648</id><published>2009-07-24T10:55:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T12:20:00.898-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday Party'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>Kale's 1st Birthday!</title><content type='html'>This year we were on the road home to Seattle for Kale's actual first birthday so we celebrated it a day later up at Grandma Linda's house on the Party Deck!  It was a great day, except for the weather and everyone had a really fun time watching Kale attack his cake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362072233103187602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SmnoSVoZ3pI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/fSdPecOln50/s320/033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We ordered one of these for Haley's first birthday so it was only natural that we'd get one for Kale.  The lady on the phone was all "WHAT is his name?  How do you spell that?" and I'm all "Kale, K-A-L-E, like the lettuce"  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362072226802114706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SmnoR-KHIJI/AAAAAAAAAXI/jBSfHHxSuIc/s320/032.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The birthday man &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;rockin'&lt;/span&gt; the hat like it's his job, but on your first birthday, it pretty much is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362072236653239602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SmnoSi2zXTI/AAAAAAAAAXY/_W1QKvwkdKk/s320/034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The&lt;/em&gt; Party Deck, mind you this is only about a quarter of it.  You really can't grasp how big this thing is through pictures.  It was &lt;em&gt;perfect!&lt;/em&gt;  Grandma Linda really should rent this thing out and hold events at her house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362072240752480690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SmnoSyII0bI/AAAAAAAAAXg/2D63adjj5RM/s320/035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The 1st &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Birthday&lt;/span&gt; Throne.  Clean, waiting and ready to be destroyed by cake!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362072246069828962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SmnoTF75HWI/AAAAAAAAAXo/uvkenhXftZA/s320/038.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Dude-a-Man and his real cake.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Albertson's&lt;/span&gt; in Auburn totally jacked this thing up - they did it up to match his napkin, then found my totally awesome picture in the envelope.  Rather than scraping the frosting up the just laid the picture over the bright green frosting.  By the time I went to pick it up the frosting had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;bled&lt;/span&gt; through the picture.  They had to re-print and re-lay the picture so there ended up being 2 layers of that nasty edible picture stuff there - oh well, we just scraped it off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;ourselves&lt;/span&gt; and you'd never know to look at the pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362073680460835378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SmnpmldW6jI/AAAAAAAAAXw/592gi9-DRDY/s320/041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;handfuls&lt;/span&gt; into the cake.  We thought this is what we would get with Haley (I don't know why, she's such a bird when it comes to eating - maybe we were hoping).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362073684672686322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Smnpm1JiqPI/AAAAAAAAAX4/0h5Tre0uR04/s320/046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This kid dove in by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fistfuls&lt;/span&gt;!  He &lt;em&gt;loved&lt;/em&gt; it (although it's not like he's ever met a food he didn't like)!  I think his first experience with birthday cake is exactly what every kid should do and look like.  Perfection!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362073695107130994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SmnpncBTpnI/AAAAAAAAAYA/xE5uZPutXAU/s320/048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You'll notice in the top left side of this picture, there is just one small piece of cake - he wasn't about to let anything his the floor!  It was just that spotless when we finished.  I think he may have dropped that for my benefit - I had just got the camera to take a picture of the spotless mat.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362073700180051714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Smnpnu6yRwI/AAAAAAAAAYI/tJHwd25rJ0o/s320/050.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;It wasn't long after the cake infused eye rubbing that we decided to cut him off.  Something about having cake in your eye makes you cranky I guess.  Either that or the sugar shock had finally set in.  He might be my son, but he's got some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;tolerance&lt;/span&gt; building to do when it comes to sugar (or more importantly chocolate).  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-16fd3e88bf613a61" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D16fd3e88bf613a61%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333315640%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2E10ADB64243A70EE214A54B317C531E0F319AE3.479BE20200ADA44018955F54B9CD32E2ECB1C41D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D16fd3e88bf613a61%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1J3rD7JDiHW0fjpX1lPSwt6bhx8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D16fd3e88bf613a61%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333315640%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2E10ADB64243A70EE214A54B317C531E0F319AE3.479BE20200ADA44018955F54B9CD32E2ECB1C41D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D16fd3e88bf613a61%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1J3rD7JDiHW0fjpX1lPSwt6bhx8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The official video of Kale's first dive into cake.  Beware, it's a 10 minute flick.  I don't really know why I included this - all of our family (the only people that I believe would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; want to see a 10 minute video of my kid eating cake) were there.  However near the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; there is a description/discussion of the most delicious bacon I've ever made or ate (it's like bacon flavored candy).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362073702607848690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Smnpn39nhPI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/I1HgU5PBZEw/s320/054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The aftermath - good thing Grandma Linda has a bathroom at her party site - we needed it big time.  This kid was a MESS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362074659661234610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SmnqflQ7QbI/AAAAAAAAAYY/BuzugCxmLYc/s320/058.JPG" border="0" /&gt; The handsomest guy to ever rock a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Mohawk&lt;/span&gt; (don't know what his face is about, but I love it). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362074669456567714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SmnqgJwULaI/AAAAAAAAAYg/n8VXgluI3Fg/s320/061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Now it's on to present opening!  We had so many people show up to celebrate with us (especially considering we did this on Father's Day) that we were just in awe.  Oh, and we opened presents for like 45 minutes - Good Lord!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SmnqgjrhiJI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V15DwX-cYcA/s1600-h/084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362074676415793298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SmnqgjrhiJI/AAAAAAAAAYw/V15DwX-cYcA/s320/084.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think this is the coolest backpack!  It has a dinosaur face on the back and he looks so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt;' cute carrying it around!  It's become his new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;diaper bag&lt;/span&gt; for now and as much as I want him to stay my little boy - I can't wait for him to wear it off to preschool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362081484420462018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Smnws1eUtcI/AAAAAAAAAZA/3-xbG2kV5to/s320/067.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Grandma and Papa got him this sweet ride, so now he can quit hanging out on his sisters pink and purple one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362074683794639842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Smnqg_Kxy-I/AAAAAAAAAY4/W4haGZaENiw/s320/088.JPG" border="0" /&gt; And this is the ride home.  We didn't make it down Grandma Linda's driveway before he was OUT cold.  Can't say I blame the guy, we were all pretty tired.  Oh, and we went to the doc the next day only to find out the poor little man had an ear infection the whole time (you'd never have known by his behavior though, such a trooper).  Thank you so much to everyone who came, it really was a special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5287249778766342140-5179825000038211648?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=16fd3e88bf613a61&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/5179825000038211648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2009/07/kales-1st-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/5179825000038211648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/5179825000038211648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2009/07/kales-1st-birthday.html' title='Kale&apos;s 1st Birthday!'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SmnoSVoZ3pI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/fSdPecOln50/s72-c/033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-6747764952740756334</id><published>2009-06-10T20:30:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T21:08:35.506-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Summer is starting!</title><content type='html'>Yes we've gone through some changes around here on the Robo-Family Blog. I finally decided that it would be worth my time to try to figure out some of this HTML stuff and start actually designing this page and making it our own. Since I'm not even close to cool enough to design my own layout beyond just concept, I went too &lt;a href="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com/" herf="http://www.thecutestblogontheblock.com"&gt;The Cutest Blog On The Block&lt;/a&gt; for the background, but the banner with our names and stuff is all me. Go me! So anyway, any tips from those of you who know what you're doing with this blogging thing and can throw some suggestions my way, they'd be greatly appreciated. On to the actual post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my goodness how we &lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt; the warm weather, especially out here where there's so much to do! We decided to take this summer off from boating (this was actually decided for us this winter when we took the boat to get winterized just one freeze too late and did some pretty extensive damage to our third child). However, having the summer to just hang out and not have to worry about the boat, taking it out, who's coming with etc. has proved (at least for me) to be pretty darn relaxing. But we'll be ready for it next summer for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the things we've really been taking advantage of is our gym membership (not just to get in shape for swimsuit weather). We joined a really great one called &lt;a href="https://www.villasport.com/cs" herf="https://www.villasport.com/cs"&gt;Villa Sport&lt;/a&gt; that is super family friendly and is more like a country club. They have an &lt;em&gt;awesome&lt;/em&gt; outdoor pool for the kids with a beach entry pool that has a play structure that's just perfect for the kids. Oh, and they serve strawberry margaritas poolside. We've been spending nearly every piece of nice weekend hanging out there and it's perfect because it's close to the house so we can head over in the morning, play and then take the kids home for nap time just in time for the afternoon thunder storms to run through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SjBttRjGpsI/AAAAAAAAAXA/McNnX7L-fUo/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345893382260958914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SjBttRjGpsI/AAAAAAAAAXA/McNnX7L-fUo/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Dude-Man and his shades... his future's so bright!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SjBttMfxkuI/AAAAAAAAAW4/_G80Pc-Kh_c/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345893380904817378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SjBttMfxkuI/AAAAAAAAAW4/_G80Pc-Kh_c/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our skinny mini tends to turn purple after only a few minutes and asks to go sit in the sun wrapped up by towels. Can't really blame her, I'd rather hang out tanning too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SjBte2KQ2dI/AAAAAAAAAWw/RN_nzRoJ6uA/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345893134390843858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SjBte2KQ2dI/AAAAAAAAAWw/RN_nzRoJ6uA/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "What cookie? I didn't see any cookies 'round here." After sharing a big hunk of cookie with Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Summer time around here also means intramural softball up at the base. We went the other night to watch Jeff's first game(s) and to play on the playground (read: swing for about a half hour). Kale, in true Roberson and Schwab family form didn't even want to eat he was &lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;engrossed in the game. For a kid who eats like he does, that's really saying a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SjBtWEiYSgI/AAAAAAAAAWo/VjumQhTlC4I/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345892983631268354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SjBtWEiYSgI/AAAAAAAAAWo/VjumQhTlC4I/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "What Mom? I'm trying to watch the game!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SjBtPtvDOFI/AAAAAAAAAWg/y3xOB_9kot4/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345892874431182930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SjBtPtvDOFI/AAAAAAAAAWg/y3xOB_9kot4/s320/015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haley decided to show us that the single stroller we brought was really a double stroller! Why did we buy this huge double jogging stroller then?! She was tired and just curled up down there, and we covered her with a blanket we keep in there; she never went to sleep, but definitely made herself comfortable. &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/5287249778766342140-6747764952740756334?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/6747764952740756334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-is-starting.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/6747764952740756334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/6747764952740756334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer-is-starting.html' title='Summer is starting!'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SjBttRjGpsI/AAAAAAAAAXA/McNnX7L-fUo/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-7322335843227513903</id><published>2009-05-25T15:30:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T15:43:03.338-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dude-a-Man Gets a Haircut!</title><content type='html'>Well, you've seen a bunch of his before pictures (if not, look at the millions below).  It was time.  We &lt;em&gt;tried&lt;/em&gt; to wait the traditional 1 year before the first haircut, but you can only take your handsome little man being mistaken for a girl so many times, and besides his bangs were in his eyes (something no little boy should have to experience), he couldn't see.  Here's my new and improved Dude-a-Man.  Oh, and much to my pleasure, he can once again rock his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mohawk&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/ShsPZvh3CxI/AAAAAAAAAV0/yONEsg7egng/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339878718107486994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/ShsPZvh3CxI/AAAAAAAAAV0/yONEsg7egng/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One final before picture, that's some long hair on a little boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/ShsPPEydK5I/AAAAAAAAAVs/6yx0kgVb9Mg/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339878534835678098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/ShsPPEydK5I/AAAAAAAAAVs/6yx0kgVb9Mg/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stinkin&lt;/span&gt;' much fun Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/ShsPFv2AgDI/AAAAAAAAAVk/n_Fk6tevQmQ/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339878374594609202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/ShsPFv2AgDI/AAAAAAAAAVk/n_Fk6tevQmQ/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Very serious, don't move a muscle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/ShsO6hx3hEI/AAAAAAAAAVc/GuASETv_TBY/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339878181840585794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/ShsO6hx3hEI/AAAAAAAAAVc/GuASETv_TBY/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The after, I'll have to post one of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mohawk&lt;/span&gt; later - he's pretty awesome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287249778766342140-7322335843227513903?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/7322335843227513903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2009/05/dude-man-gets-haircut.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/7322335843227513903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/7322335843227513903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2009/05/dude-man-gets-haircut.html' title='Dude-a-Man Gets a Haircut!'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/ShsPZvh3CxI/AAAAAAAAAV0/yONEsg7egng/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-8205225134636000723</id><published>2009-05-23T12:52:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T13:02:29.245-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jeff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Colorado'/><title type='text'>Only in Colorado</title><content type='html'>Last week Jeff's office had a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Det.&lt;/span&gt; 4 Day" - you could equate this to a team-building day in the real world.  There were several options and one of which was to head to the mountain in the morning and the lake after lunch.  Here are some pics he took. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/ShhG6ppBRDI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Qf0gyPt9-8E/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339095331671983154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/ShhG6ppBRDI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Qf0gyPt9-8E/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/ShhGxIKp1VI/AAAAAAAAAVM/wfx6GLztmJk/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339095168067425618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/ShhGxIKp1VI/AAAAAAAAAVM/wfx6GLztmJk/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; No, he's not dead, but after choosing to wear his swim trunks skiing (pretty much just to say he did) he &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; have wished he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/ShhGnGPUagI/AAAAAAAAAVE/yGtU9FmbZys/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339094995751430658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/ShhGnGPUagI/AAAAAAAAAVE/yGtU9FmbZys/s320/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There they all in all their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-frostbite glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/ShhGbUtDzdI/AAAAAAAAAU8/C1_isXqy1Ow/s1600-h/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339094793475837394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/ShhGbUtDzdI/AAAAAAAAAU8/C1_isXqy1Ow/s320/043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the lake.  I don't know if he could have missed his boat more.  They were behind a 19' &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Bayliner&lt;/span&gt; without ballast, or comparable horsepower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/ShhGR9vgK6I/AAAAAAAAAU0/G3vj6om_Y9s/s1600-h/046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339094632693246882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/ShhGR9vgK6I/AAAAAAAAAU0/G3vj6om_Y9s/s320/046.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Despite lack of HP and a good wake he was still able to go big and impress the buddies.  If they only knew...  Maybe they'll get to surf next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/5287249778766342140-8205225134636000723?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/8205225134636000723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2009/05/only-in-colorado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/8205225134636000723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/8205225134636000723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2009/05/only-in-colorado.html' title='Only in Colorado'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/ShhG6ppBRDI/AAAAAAAAAVU/Qf0gyPt9-8E/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-3854565076626795677</id><published>2009-05-23T12:14:00.016-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T12:52:47.578-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>What's Happenin'</title><content type='html'>With two kids under three, there is never, ever a dull moment around this house.  In fact, if there were a dull moment, that would be so exciting to me that I doubt you could count it as dull anymore.  It's been since Mother's Day that I posted last and LOTS has been happening around here.  Kale is getting more and more mobile, and Haley is really starting to explore her personality and opinions (she, much like her mother, has one about everything - imagine that).  So here are some of our latest pictures.  Oh, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;side note&lt;/span&gt;:  On the bottom are a couple of them that I've decided to work over in P&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hotoshop&lt;/span&gt; - let me know what you think, they begin with Haley with a large flower on her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Shg__bO8CzI/AAAAAAAAAUs/SF1P2CHJPwA/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339087717122444082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Shg__bO8CzI/AAAAAAAAAUs/SF1P2CHJPwA/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Like I said before, Kale has really started to move his way around everywhere and he's decided that he wants to climb the stairs on his own.  Haley picked this up in a day, Kale is taking it a bit more thoughtfully, and while I'm not really ready for him to figure this out yet (I don't have a gate big enough to cross the bottom of our stairs), I guess it's time whether I like it or not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Shg_2Rv_yvI/AAAAAAAAAUk/_wuzqBHD-5M/s1600-h/021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339087559957924594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Shg_2Rv_yvI/AAAAAAAAAUk/_wuzqBHD-5M/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He has also figured out that when the bright orange light on the camera goes off, mom wants me to smile - so whatever he's doing he stops, looks at me and smiles as big as he can.  Pretty cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Shg_rDkYN3I/AAAAAAAAAUc/yTaGzWAVQuc/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339087367172536178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Shg_rDkYN3I/AAAAAAAAAUc/yTaGzWAVQuc/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jeff has been spending a lot of time outside finishing up about 4 miles of fencing (I'll post something about that later this week), and Haley has been his right hand gal.  Today the weather was pretty nasty, but she wanted to help anyway (guess she's got some Seattle in her after all - &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Shg_hKB8NwI/AAAAAAAAAUU/LQoZ4E-lsgw/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339087197108451074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Shg_hKB8NwI/AAAAAAAAAUU/LQoZ4E-lsgw/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little ham sandwich, like I said, the orange light goes off...  He and Haley were helping me with the laundry and Haley insisted that he get inside the "cage"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Shg_WWocvYI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Q38UuyuLUTw/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339087011512630658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Shg_WWocvYI/AAAAAAAAAUM/Q38UuyuLUTw/s320/014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Now that he has 2 official teeth and one bump on the bottom he's been allowed to enjoy biter biscuits, this was after a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;teether&lt;/span&gt; toast and dinner (green beans and apples and chicken).  He was thrilled to be disgusting - What a BOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Shg_JfbMRGI/AAAAAAAAAUE/iDZ3Dzvr3ZQ/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339086790534644834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Shg_JfbMRGI/AAAAAAAAAUE/iDZ3Dzvr3ZQ/s320/011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Holy Haley Faces!  This girl has one for EVERYTHING!!!  This is her "I'm thinking about it" face only usually she's not looking at me, she'll look completely sideways and sometimes she'll throw a finger to her lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Shg-8r--rTI/AAAAAAAAAT8/SmSq6hqwSGw/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339086570567675186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Shg-8r--rTI/AAAAAAAAAT8/SmSq6hqwSGw/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is "Cuddle me" and her not cheese face.  I love her eyes in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Shg-1Ozq90I/AAAAAAAAAT0/6LR9b1sxRfw/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339086442476533570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Shg-1Ozq90I/AAAAAAAAAT0/6LR9b1sxRfw/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is her "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;cheeeese&lt;/span&gt;" face!  You also sometimes get to see it when she's really excited.  I also think she looks a lot like me in this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Shg-roUrF3I/AAAAAAAAATs/wQgn8Te_cbk/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339086277527148402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Shg-roUrF3I/AAAAAAAAATs/wQgn8Te_cbk/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He LOVES toilet paper.  He will pull himself up on the holder and just spin and spin.  This particular day he managed to take care of a whole new roll.  The two of them were just laughing in the bathroom and this is what I found.  He pulled it off and then proceeded to tear it all apart.  couldn't have been happier.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Shg-N5LmGfI/AAAAAAAAATk/-aZ3Iocera0/s1600-h/054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339085766656399858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Shg-N5LmGfI/AAAAAAAAATk/-aZ3Iocera0/s320/054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cuddling with Daddy in front of the TV on a gloomy morning.  Daddy was trying to sleep in a bit more - I think you can tell by her face she wasn't as interested in that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Shg-ATKfqPI/AAAAAAAAATc/8uoFgLweTnk/s1600-h/055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339085533112936690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Shg-ATKfqPI/AAAAAAAAATc/8uoFgLweTnk/s320/055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kale decided he had his diaper, and he shoes on, what more did he need?!  He was ready to go and go he did (wish I had taken video of this). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Shg9uFi_6dI/AAAAAAAAATU/mSvDf5ll10o/s1600-h/063+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339085220219972050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Shg9uFi_6dI/AAAAAAAAATU/mSvDf5ll10o/s320/063+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was her super cute outfit she wore the other day.  I've decided to try to grow her bangs out and these headbands have been fantastic.  I love the little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;barrette&lt;/span&gt; flower clip that goes into it too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Shg9l7PIG5I/AAAAAAAAATM/e-kX1sIsFFE/s1600-h/075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339085080013314962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Shg9l7PIG5I/AAAAAAAAATM/e-kX1sIsFFE/s320/075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Haley Kay had Hailey Madison over for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;play date&lt;/span&gt; the other day - they were so cute having their berry snack with their G&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;ymboree&lt;/span&gt; hair clips in that I had to take a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Shg9ea0xJlI/AAAAAAAAATE/cnAq8oxgvSk/s1600-h/078+copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339084951053739602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Shg9ea0xJlI/AAAAAAAAATE/cnAq8oxgvSk/s320/078+copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Haley telling us to "listen...listen".  I love that she always holds her hand in front of her ear for this.  She likes to listen for airplanes and thunder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, Jeff taught Haley that pretty much everyone we know lives in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Wa&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;shing&lt;/span&gt;-ton, so this is Haley telling you that and a few other things I wanted to make sure we got on video before she grew out of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c9634952476e4b69" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc9634952476e4b69%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333315640%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D164EF3D7B0D00AEAC4F941181C1311778670B906.29BB8A3FF2C33F2A56EB22D237D9AD1B93AA1846%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc9634952476e4b69%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQJbSrifzpP8a1B5jSttzZz6a81U&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc9634952476e4b69%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333315640%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D164EF3D7B0D00AEAC4F941181C1311778670B906.29BB8A3FF2C33F2A56EB22D237D9AD1B93AA1846%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc9634952476e4b69%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DQJbSrifzpP8a1B5jSttzZz6a81U&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287249778766342140-3854565076626795677?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c9634952476e4b69&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/3854565076626795677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2009/05/whats-happenin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/3854565076626795677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/3854565076626795677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2009/05/whats-happenin.html' title='What&apos;s Happenin&apos;'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Shg__bO8CzI/AAAAAAAAAUs/SF1P2CHJPwA/s72-c/023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-4555632773732360586</id><published>2009-05-11T14:03:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T14:18:29.881-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>All I asked for this year was to sleep in till 10 o'clock and to have breakfast to include bacon.  Jeff went above and beyond and woke up early with the kids, got them dressed all by himself (as he'll tell you, he put Kale's outfit together all by himself, they didn't even come on the same hanger).  He took them to Lowe's where he had Haley pick out a pot for me and flowers to go in it.  Then be brought them home, helped the kids plant them and made me a delicious 3 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cheese&lt;/span&gt; ham and tomato &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;omelet&lt;/span&gt; and bacon.  Kale apparently had fun helping out and also eating the dirt, what can I say, he's a boy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SgiGAhC08SI/AAAAAAAAASQ/7DqDmwNTZbU/s1600-h/377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334661102048702754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SgiGAhC08SI/AAAAAAAAASQ/7DqDmwNTZbU/s320/377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Teething on the trowel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SgiF5Fy3uFI/AAAAAAAAASI/OIY2RWpHfk8/s1600-h/376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334660974474934354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SgiF5Fy3uFI/AAAAAAAAASI/OIY2RWpHfk8/s320/376.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Helping to flatten out the dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SgiFvOqOJ1I/AAAAAAAAASA/G-EUdzf8VmA/s1600-h/373.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334660805055883090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SgiFvOqOJ1I/AAAAAAAAASA/G-EUdzf8VmA/s320/373.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Mmmm&lt;/span&gt; Dirt.  When something tastes this good, you can't be concerned with keeping clean.  And a good one-eye look.  Haley likes to look at this picture and say "Kale eat dirt...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Eeewww&lt;/span&gt;."  She's been pretty obsessed with it lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b699a8116bef512f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db699a8116bef512f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333315640%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4EB40DEF8D0F4748B76DDF81FE55311DC006068C.34756E60E7E6AE06BD4F7A1D5F08DA5357106AAC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db699a8116bef512f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFsmq_YeI-3d98U1M3ND-5_aHLfY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db699a8116bef512f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333315640%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4EB40DEF8D0F4748B76DDF81FE55311DC006068C.34756E60E7E6AE06BD4F7A1D5F08DA5357106AAC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db699a8116bef512f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFsmq_YeI-3d98U1M3ND-5_aHLfY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kale helping to shovel the dirt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a great Mother's Day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287249778766342140-4555632773732360586?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b699a8116bef512f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/4555632773732360586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/4555632773732360586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/4555632773732360586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SgiGAhC08SI/AAAAAAAAASQ/7DqDmwNTZbU/s72-c/377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-7249215832359418217</id><published>2009-05-05T09:48:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T09:52:41.682-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kale'/><title type='text'>Kale is Officially Crawling</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;The last thing that Jeff told Kale before he went off to Germany was "don't grow up too much while I'm gone little man".  Apparently Kale was asleep when he told him this because over the course of the last couple of weeks Kale has started to pull himself up on EVERYTHING, he's cut a tooth and started to crawl like a normal baby (no more low crawling).  You can see in the video he's getting pretty quick.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-36c43709c7118faf" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D36c43709c7118faf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333315640%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D78079072691773A20CCE5D323C3410E7E7CD420A.FC7EC90497E4E86E5F38BD3B1F778D60556F7D6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D36c43709c7118faf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCzhzpJtyhc-JLPPfy2wNilqAMp8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D36c43709c7118faf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333315640%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D78079072691773A20CCE5D323C3410E7E7CD420A.FC7EC90497E4E86E5F38BD3B1F778D60556F7D6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D36c43709c7118faf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DCzhzpJtyhc-JLPPfy2wNilqAMp8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287249778766342140-7249215832359418217?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=36c43709c7118faf&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/7249215832359418217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2009/05/kale-is-officially-crawling.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/7249215832359418217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/7249215832359418217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2009/05/kale-is-officially-crawling.html' title='Kale is Officially Crawling'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-7049128762443159778</id><published>2009-05-05T09:18:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T09:57:27.097-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haley'/><title type='text'>PaaaPa, Where Aarrre Youu?</title><content type='html'>We've been lucky enough to have Grandma out here to help out with the kids while Jeff has been in Germany. Haley, in the last few days, has wondered where Papa is and since Mr. Potato Head has a "tickle-stash" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;that will&lt;/span&gt; work. Here is some video with her and Grandma making Papa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f41e9f8c5480a72c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df41e9f8c5480a72c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333315640%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1125FF7C6A96DA3CD173E5D816D2A890DE9DD3E6.42033D19FED9995235D8D4DC06C23109E053459C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df41e9f8c5480a72c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dqw2FLUwTFsA2UzBPg8GKYBt7txk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df41e9f8c5480a72c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1333315640%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1125FF7C6A96DA3CD173E5D816D2A890DE9DD3E6.42033D19FED9995235D8D4DC06C23109E053459C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df41e9f8c5480a72c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dqw2FLUwTFsA2UzBPg8GKYBt7txk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332366704267748162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SgBfQ_P_40I/AAAAAAAAAR4/1eKCAaCknpU/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Giving Papa a kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SgBfFmI-PhI/AAAAAAAAARw/ShO5OAR1KRE/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332366508548832786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SgBfFmI-PhI/AAAAAAAAARw/ShO5OAR1KRE/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Making a silly face while showing her Papa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5287249778766342140-7049128762443159778?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f41e9f8c5480a72c&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/7049128762443159778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2009/05/paaapa-where-aarrre-youu.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/7049128762443159778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/7049128762443159778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2009/05/paaapa-where-aarrre-youu.html' title='PaaaPa, Where Aarrre Youu?'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SgBfQ_P_40I/AAAAAAAAAR4/1eKCAaCknpU/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-1641434800106307451</id><published>2009-04-29T21:24:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T21:53:08.281-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Me, Mom &amp; The Kids</title><content type='html'>A hundred years ago when Jeff and I started dating (okay so 12, but close enough), I was welcomed into his amazing family and developed a bond with his mom that has developed into her becoming more of a mom to me than anyone else in this world. She's amazing help to me and a wonderful Grandma for the kids. Last week Jeff took off to Germany for 2 weeks for a deployment (Yes, that's what the Air Force is calling it) and Mom flew in to lend me a hand (and make sure I didn't kill the kids). While most days Jeff is a huge help around the house with the kids, and chores, having another mom around is &lt;em&gt;super&lt;/em&gt; helpful. I come down from putting the kids to bed and the dishes are done and toys put away - life is good! Here are some pictures from halfway through her "work-cation".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SfkcvsK4bbI/AAAAAAAAARo/l0Gd891im5U/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330323239605923250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SfkcvsK4bbI/AAAAAAAAARo/l0Gd891im5U/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kale peeking through the loft, or Baby Jail - you decide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Sfkcp2V4NeI/AAAAAAAAARg/j_oedhQDyXY/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330323139257185762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Sfkcp2V4NeI/AAAAAAAAARg/j_oedhQDyXY/s320/007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mom, in her PJ's (it was a work day around here) gaining a whole new respect while trying on the Kevlar with armor. It's HEAVY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SfkcjWEC1_I/AAAAAAAAARY/kE51H02d5mE/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330323027513235442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SfkcjWEC1_I/AAAAAAAAARY/kE51H02d5mE/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One way to get her to sit still and watch a movie. Actually, Haley really enjoys being "Buckled Safe" into her car seat and I had it in the house to clean the crud bucket up. When it was all reassembled she wanted to sit in it and watch her movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SfkcZS7dHMI/AAAAAAAAARQ/fYPkLQUCc2k/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330322854873210050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SfkcZS7dHMI/AAAAAAAAARQ/fYPkLQUCc2k/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of Grandma's highlight's was that she found Kale's first tooth. Now, I've been checking daily and he managed to pop it out right when she decided to look. I'd be bummed that I didn't get to find it first, but Auntie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Christy&lt;/span&gt; found Haley's first tooth so I'm O-fer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SfkcPJmERlI/AAAAAAAAARI/tGHYH_hYKMw/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330322680568890962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SfkcPJmERlI/AAAAAAAAARI/tGHYH_hYKMw/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't know what this kids obsession with Cheerios is about, except that maybe it's the only solid food he can have with his partial one tooth, but he kept peeking around the box and smiling at us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SfkcE7svNlI/AAAAAAAAARA/SVqTzuLMsEA/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330322505040082514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SfkcE7svNlI/AAAAAAAAARA/SVqTzuLMsEA/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On Sunday before bed I looked outside and there was like an inch of snow (I know, nothing compared to MT right now, but I can still be ticked - after all, I spent more than a few winters there). You might have to open the picture to read the sign, I'll just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;apologize&lt;/span&gt; for the profanity now, but I'm TIRED of the snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Sfkb4Nd1lUI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/awEMtL_u3qA/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330322286471124290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Sfkb4Nd1lUI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/awEMtL_u3qA/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our little engineer trying to figure out how the dishwasher works. He ended up sitting on the door and looking around at the living room (must have accomplished what he climbed up there to do).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Sfkbq78fj7I/AAAAAAAAAQw/TkguM87cJaI/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330322058429566898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Sfkbq78fj7I/AAAAAAAAAQw/TkguM87cJaI/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Grandma and Papa decided that the kids needed a playhouse. As usual, they're right. They LOVE it. It has a working doorbell that both kids could push all day long and a telephone that Haley carries with her everywhere. Also a hit? The ginormous box that it came in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SfkbdIvTbMI/AAAAAAAAAQo/UGCPIiYwc8g/s1600-h/019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330321821345737922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SfkbdIvTbMI/AAAAAAAAAQo/UGCPIiYwc8g/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Apparently it's also a great climbing structure. Thanks Grandma and Papa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/5287249778766342140-1641434800106307451?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/1641434800106307451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2009/04/me-mom-kids.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/1641434800106307451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/1641434800106307451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2009/04/me-mom-kids.html' title='Me, Mom &amp; The Kids'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SfkcvsK4bbI/AAAAAAAAARo/l0Gd891im5U/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-7936238877778687544</id><published>2009-04-16T20:40:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T20:49:12.057-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Homewreckers!</title><content type='html'>Have you ever wondered what an entire box of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Cheerios&lt;/span&gt; would look like if you dumped the whole thing on the floor? Yeah, I haven't really either, but apparently Haley and Kale had that thought this morning and decided to explore it. Earlier in the morning I had given Kale a small handful in a bowl and stuck the box up on the island in the kitchen. I was upstairs in a vacuuming zone, finished the stairs, came around the corner and this is what I found. I should also mention that they were &lt;em&gt;silent&lt;/em&gt; before I found them and in the time it took me to download the pictures and e-mail them to Jeff, Atlas and Bella had completely cleaned it up for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SefsisQlU_I/AAAAAAAAAQg/YFdcRAJ96YU/s1600-h/051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325485165129323506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SefsisQlU_I/AAAAAAAAAQg/YFdcRAJ96YU/s320/051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Sefsait3UAI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ldg6-OIpM1U/s1600-h/052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325485025128828930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Sefsait3UAI/AAAAAAAAAQY/ldg6-OIpM1U/s320/052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SefsOe3gotI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Wxca-akLvWY/s1600-h/053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325484817937113810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SefsOe3gotI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Wxca-akLvWY/s320/053.JPG" border="0" /&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/5287249778766342140-7936238877778687544?l=robo-family.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/feeds/7936238877778687544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2009/04/homewreckers.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/7936238877778687544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5287249778766342140/posts/default/7936238877778687544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robo-family.blogspot.com/2009/04/homewreckers.html' title='Homewreckers!'/><author><name>Robo Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15481645350109532440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SRkGNSDqmrI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x0pANIIgrOU/S220/Kale+Ernest+213.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SefsisQlU_I/AAAAAAAAAQg/YFdcRAJ96YU/s72-c/051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5287249778766342140.post-4647283827608987180</id><published>2009-04-16T20:05:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T20:39:46.879-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kale'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Haley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Let it snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>Hoppy Easter!</title><content type='html'>I think it's safe to say that Easter and the Easter Bunny was a huge hit here at our house.  Haley talked all about him the night before, especially after we told her that he would bring her presents (that's my girl!).  When she woke up, she right away started to look for eggs and then saw her basket and went to town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Sefo6T_3QvI/AAAAAAAAAQI/eTCb8g0KqI8/s1600-h/009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325481172887094002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Sefo6T_3QvI/AAAAAAAAAQI/eTCb8g0KqI8/s320/009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The first egg she found that morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Sefozy8JoPI/AAAAAAAAAQA/SvOCKuHKmY8/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325481060933935346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Sefozy8JoPI/AAAAAAAAAQA/SvOCKuHKmY8/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dude-a-man digging through his basket.  Yes, it's a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Tonka&lt;/span&gt; truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SefoFxgirUI/AAAAAAAAAPo/GMTCiWnI43g/s1600-h/029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325480270275718466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/SefoFxgirUI/AAAAAAAAAPo/GMTCiWnI43g/s320/029.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All dressed and ready for church, she loves her brother!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Sefn7XFiNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/DGEor_F8wkQ/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325480091384428306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GqEKT-oyFiA/Sefn7XFiNxI/AAAAAAAAAPg/DGEor_F8wkQ/s320/031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My too cute little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=
