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I figured I would finish it and post it anyway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiDOXcSEsg/S-b_SldUieI/AAAAAAAAA9E/rjN1ZmBS9Z8/s1600/IMG_9760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469339492245866978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiDOXcSEsg/S-b_SldUieI/AAAAAAAAA9E/rjN1ZmBS9Z8/s320/IMG_9760.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been a rough week. For the first time in a long time, I am seriously considering going back to work full time and either I am paying attention better or the children have been doing some really cool stuff which is showing me how much I will miss if I am gone. I have taken more hours since Josh got laid off and will be gone every afternoon when Max gets home from school, and that is really hard. I miss him already. He is reading everything he can get his hands on now, which is so much fun to watch. He is doing some really neat stuff in school, too. Yesterday, he brought home a m&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiDOXcSEsg/S-b_xFZEG3I/AAAAAAAAA9M/l9UpE_A-oLY/s1600/IMG_9577b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469340016214023026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiDOXcSEsg/S-b_xFZEG3I/AAAAAAAAA9M/l9UpE_A-oLY/s320/IMG_9577b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ap that he made in school of his neighborhood. It included a p&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiDOXcSEsg/S-cAOZVQEKI/AAAAAAAAA9U/HZ-YTLsIQr8/s1600/IMG_9432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469340519782944930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiDOXcSEsg/S-cAOZVQEKI/AAAAAAAAA9U/HZ-YTLsIQr8/s320/IMG_9432.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;icture that he drew of the inside of our house. He showed me and Lauren and him in the basement. Lauren was vacuuming up the water that had leaked in during the flood and Max and I were saying "uhoh." Meanwhile, Josh was drawn in the attic, emptying mousetraps. I have no idea what his teacher must think of us. :) &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lauren never fails to make me laugh, when she isn't making me pull my hair out. She alternates between being sweet and fun and demanding and rude, and it can be very frustrating, but the good stuff is so good that it often makes up for the bad. She is so much her own person and continues to have her own style. I love the stuff she does at school and the crafts she does at home. She continues to love art and carries the case of art supplies that Grampa Rich got her for Christmas everywhere she goes. She has started to enjoy board games, too, rather than just dumping them all over the floor. She and I have been doing a lot of gardening together. I promised her we would plant blueberry bushes this year, because she loves blueberries. She is enjoying her speech class, too, and hopefully we will be able to understand her better soon. It has to be so frustrating when you can't get people to understand what you are saying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;James is just amazing. He seems to find joy in everything, especially throwing balls and playing with cars. Finally a child who falls into a stereotype. ;) I am so happy that I have had the opportunity to spend the time with him that I missed with Max when I was working and with Lauren because I didn't have the bandwidth to pay attention. (Poor Lauren. She really has gotten the short end of the stick in life, and yet she is still such a happy child.) &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiDOXcSEsg/S-cAl8MVB1I/AAAAAAAAA9c/0eslk9YXL58/s1600/IMG_9273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469340924277753682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiDOXcSEsg/S-cAl8MVB1I/AAAAAAAAA9c/0eslk9YXL58/s320/IMG_9273.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8893611-8430998450309956386?l=joshmaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FamilyMaz/~4/gKz2lcLSrqM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joshmaz.blogspot.com/feeds/8430998450309956386/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893611&amp;postID=8430998450309956386" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893611/posts/default/8430998450309956386?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893611/posts/default/8430998450309956386?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FamilyMaz/~3/gKz2lcLSrqM/priorities.html" title="Priorities" /><author><name>Dorothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05614755174610393166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiDOXcSEsg/S-b_SldUieI/AAAAAAAAA9E/rjN1ZmBS9Z8/s72-c/IMG_9760.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://joshmaz.blogspot.com/2010/04/priorities.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIFQXgzeip7ImA9WxBbEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893611.post-4159231813557170274</id><published>2010-03-08T22:18:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T22:48:30.682-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-08T22:48:30.682-05:00</app:edited><title>Way Too Long</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiDOXcSEsg/S5XCkeowy7I/AAAAAAAAA8U/Pssf6YYuOF4/s1600-h/IMG_6575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446473256329595826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiDOXcSEsg/S5XCkeowy7I/AAAAAAAAA8U/Pssf6YYuOF4/s320/IMG_6575.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So much has happened and I haven't posted in ages so I am just going to post a few pictures of our growing like weeds children. Max is 6.5 now and enjoying school very much. He has some close friends, is Lego and Star War obsessed and adores his baby brother. He learned to ski this winter and seemed to really enjoy it. I hope that I will get to ski with him next winter.&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiDOXcSEsg/S5XDCNXBT8I/AAAAAAAAA8c/OGew_wxEY5Y/s1600-h/IMG_6699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446473767087853506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiDOXcSEsg/S5XDCNXBT8I/AAAAAAAAA8c/OGew_wxEY5Y/s320/IMG_6699.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lauren is almost 4 1/2 now. She suddenly looks like a girl instead of a toddler. She has gotten taller. Her speech is still difficult to understand, but she had her adenoids and tonsils out last month and hopefully that will help things. If nothing else, she can breathe through her nose for probably the first time in her life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiDOXcSEsg/S5XE6DVM7fI/AAAAAAAAA8s/v3XnAuJOLaM/s1600-h/IMG_6592b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446475825980173810" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiDOXcSEsg/S5XE6DVM7fI/AAAAAAAAA8s/v3XnAuJOLaM/s320/IMG_6592b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;James just turned one and continues to bring me so much joy. He is a funny little guy and into everything. He isn't walking, but crawls faster than you would think possible, usually laughing hysterical as he runs away from you. He is great at going up and down stairs and climbs as much as his sister did at this age. God help me. I am loving every minute with him.&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/8893611-4159231813557170274?l=joshmaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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What a fun month it was.  So much fun that we have two albums to share this month!  I hope the holiday season has been great for all of you!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's the recap of the whole month....&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table style="width:194px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="height:194px;background:url(http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/joshmaz/December2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_kzswzmZsg0E/S0AU0VM6RGE/AAAAAAAAFAg/NygYQXd8OjY/s160-c/December2009.jpg" width="160" height="160" style="margin:1px 0 0 4px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align:center;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/joshmaz/December2009?feat=embedwebsite" style="color:#4D4D4D;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"&gt;December 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;http://picasaweb.google.com/joshmaz/December2009?feat=directlink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also put together an album just for Christmas day...&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;table style="width:194px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" style="height:194px;background:url(http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/transparent_album_background.gif) no-repeat left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/joshmaz/ChristmasDay2009?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_kzswzmZsg0E/SzWOtzx2HQE/AAAAAAAAE3s/t9sPB57qTUU/s160-c/ChristmasDay2009.jpg" width="160" height="160" style="margin:1px 0 0 4px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align:center;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:11px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/joshmaz/ChristmasDay2009?feat=embedwebsite" style="color:#4D4D4D;font-weight:bold;text-decoration:none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px;"&gt;Christmas Day 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;http://picasaweb.google.com/joshmaz/ChristmasDay2009?feat=directlink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&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/8893611-3850409250470376300?l=joshmaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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I have to admit that I was none to excited about it myself. But, the children were thrilled. Max flew through &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiDOXcSEsg/StiEgU-al7I/AAAAAAAAAuc/VYdneTfooLs/s1600-h/IMG_0741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393206244697348018" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiDOXcSEsg/StiEgU-al7I/AAAAAAAAAuc/VYdneTfooLs/s320/IMG_0741.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;breakfast and got dressed faster than any day this school year so that he could go outside. Lauren's first words o&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiDOXcSEsg/StiEscxWBZI/AAAAAAAAAuk/cat29DQ80zY/s1600-h/IMG_0754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393206452948436370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiDOXcSEsg/StiEscxWBZI/AAAAAAAAAuk/cat29DQ80zY/s320/IMG_0754.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;f the&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiDOXcSEsg/StiDlhwftFI/AAAAAAAAAuM/OFH-kC9G490/s1600-h/IMG_0740.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393205234516341842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiDOXcSEsg/StiDlhwftFI/AAAAAAAAAuM/OFH-kC9G490/s320/IMG_0740.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; morning were "It's snowing! I need to put on my snow pants!" and off she went to dress in clothing suitable for blizzard conditions. I figured it wasn't worth arguing about, so I helped the dress and they played outside for quite a while. It was really fun to watch.&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is easy to forget how much I love my children when I am parenting each day. Lauren has been a huge challenge recently. She is completely exhausting me. She still isn't fully potty trained and a good day is one where she only has one or two accidents, and they seem like true accidents rather than when she says "No, I don't have to go to the bathroom." and then pees on the floor standing next to the potty. She is definitely struggling with James and I have to watch her like a hawk with him because I really fear she will hurt him. But, this morning was just pure joy for me. They were so happy out there. Even James seemed to sense the excitement. 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/FamilyMaz/~4/TlpWeUxpZ9I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://joshmaz.blogspot.com/feeds/6250418884878425274/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8893611&amp;postID=6250418884878425274" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893611/posts/default/6250418884878425274?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8893611/posts/default/6250418884878425274?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/FamilyMaz/~3/TlpWeUxpZ9I/joy-through-eyes-of-child.html" title="Joy Through the Eyes of a Child" /><author><name>Dorothy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05614755174610393166</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiDOXcSEsg/StiEXqbODcI/AAAAAAAAAuU/ZeOpF4FH_vM/s72-c/IMG_0729.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://joshmaz.blogspot.com/2009/10/joy-through-eyes-of-child.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUHSXo8fCp7ImA9WxNWEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8893611.post-96220352191366371</id><published>2009-10-11T13:34:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T13:47:18.474-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-11T13:47:18.474-04:00</app:edited><title>Silly Time</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiDOXcSEsg/StIZ8ejzh6I/AAAAAAAAAuE/o4HPJ6A4KuQ/s1600-h/IMG_0360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391400230701991842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiDOXcSEsg/StIZ8ejzh6I/AAAAAAAAAuE/o4HPJ6A4KuQ/s320/IMG_0360.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Boy, over 2 months since we have posted. I will try to be better. For the time being, though, here are a couple of silly pictures of four out of five of our "kids" playing together (okay, I don't think Cisco was really playing. It was more like he was waiting for them to go someplace else). Lauren and Max have a definitely love/hate relationship these days. One moment, they are playing really nicely together, and the next, they are yelling, hitting, screaming, crying, etc. In fact, as I wrote this, they did that exact thing. Sigh. Obviously, I prefer them getting along. :) Max adores James and James adores Max. Lauren goes between being killing James wi&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiDOXcSEsg/StIZNnuvwyI/AAAAAAAAAt0/Dj7guon0qMc/s1600-h/IMG_0358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391399425709949730" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiDOXcSEsg/StIZNnuvwyI/AAAAAAAAAt0/Dj7guon0qMc/s320/IMG_0358.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;th kindness and just killing him. He might be scooting along on the floor and she will decide to "help" him sit up. Or, he might be sitting up, and she might shove him over. James usually looks at Lauren with suspicion. Who can blame him. However, Josh managed to capture a moment when all three were happy. Here are a couple of pictures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893611-96220352191366371?l=joshmaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;How did it get to be summer? I can't believe we &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiDOXcSEsg/Sj701y08TeI/AAAAAAAAAsY/Ndo0gmU4O5Y/s1600-h/IMG_4299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349982612376800738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiDOXcSEsg/Sj701y08TeI/AAAAAAAAAsY/Ndo0gmU4O5Y/s320/IMG_4299.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;haven't posted since April (though I have beena bit better about Max's blog). We have been busy enjoying life. James is thriving and thrilling us daily. I can't believe how much I adore this little guy. He is full of smiles and giggles and just lights up the room when he sees us, or pretty much anyone else. Max and Lauren continue to enjoy him, especially Max. When Max is around, James only has eyes for him. He always looks at Lauren with a bit of nervousness, like he isn't sure if she is going to love him or hurt him (often it is a bit of both as she doesn't know her own strength). We keep a close eye on her around him. It has been a surprisingly easy transition, adding him to the family, I can't imagine life without him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiDOXcSEsg/Sj7y-bSQwZI/AAAAAAAAAsA/g2zI0tyAFvM/s1600-h/IMG_4313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349980561652892050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiDOXcSEsg/Sj7y-bSQwZI/AAAAAAAAAsA/g2zI0tyAFvM/s320/IMG_4313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Max finished Kindergarten last week. (&lt;a href="http://maxmaz.blogspot.com/2009/06/kindergarten-graduation.html"&gt;http://maxmaz.blogspot.com/2009/06/kindergarten-graduation.html&lt;/a&gt;) He and James and I took a train trip up to Maine after it was over. We enjoyed that. He is still very into Legos, and spents a lot of his time building with them, as well as taking trips to the Lego store with Josh, and driving us crazy asking for more Legos. He has gotten pretty creative with his building, though Josh would like him to try harder to keep the kits together better (and this is why I like the generic blocks rather than the kits that build a specific thing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-9b7d99d781deaad4" 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;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349986348980274370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiDOXcSEsg/Sj74PSwohMI/AAAAAAAAAsg/nVs-7vsfyp0/s320/CRW_9128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Lauren's school wraps up this week. She has really enjoyed it. She will be going to Max's school next year three mornings a week. If she had her way, she would go every day. She loves school. She wrapped up her session at The Little Gym with what they called "The Big Show." I didn't expect much, but it was tons of fun to watch and she was so proud. She was really funny to watch on balance beam as she kept pushing the instructors hands away so that she could do it herself. Poor Mr. Dave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiDOXcSEsg/Sj7x-_nvsEI/AAAAAAAAArw/EUbxjA6VcSU/s1600-h/IMG_4253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349979471895048258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiDOXcSEsg/Sj7x-_nvsEI/AAAAAAAAArw/EUbxjA6VcSU/s320/IMG_4253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We took a trip to Damariscotta to visit my father and stepmother a few weeks ago. Josh rented a kayak and took Max out for a bit, then they paddled to the dock at their house and the kids switched out. The weather was too cool for the beach, but plenty nice for outdoor activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349979677370698482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiDOXcSEsg/Sj7yK9E9SvI/AAAAAAAAAr4/qsz9ksi5Pyc/s320/IMG_4269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We have had the opportunity to see Josh's parents a couple of times since their return from Florida. The kids love having Grandma and Grampa Mazgelis back. We have also had some nice visits from Josh's siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are looking forward to the summer. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiDOXcSEsg/Sj70I_cyRkI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/RrZ-9AMwRrE/s1600-h/IMG_4215+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349981842671027778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiDOXcSEsg/Sj70I_cyRkI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/RrZ-9AMwRrE/s320/IMG_4215+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We don't have much specifically planned, but enjoy the freedom to visit Maine and go to the zoo and other fun activities. I will try to post more frequently, esp as James changes daily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8893611-2920052245612797672?l=joshmaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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He was 7lbs 14oz at birth, and 21.5 inches long (the pediatrician kept saying he was a tall one), with the trademark Mazgelis full head of dark hair. He has a lovely personality (well, except between 2:30-4AM when not much seems to please him) and we adore him. Max is smitten by him, and Lauren is dealing much better than anticipated, giving him hugs and kisses (well monitored), bringing him important items for a child under a week old like dolls, jars of jelly, and shoes, and fussing over him if he cries. She has been more prone to crying spells this week, and alternates between tellin&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiDOXcSEsg/SZN8bNhOthI/AAAAAAAAApM/T4YGJclyEfY/s1600-h/CRW_7724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301717993272555026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiDOXcSEsg/SZN8bNhOthI/AAAAAAAAApM/T4YGJclyEfY/s320/CRW_7724.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;g us she &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiDOXcSEsg/SZN9AjZno1I/AAAAAAAAApU/q3bPdNkoRrs/s1600-h/CRW_7739.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301718634801374034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiDOXcSEsg/SZN9AjZno1I/AAAAAAAAApU/q3bPdNkoRrs/s320/CRW_7739.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;is "a big boy" (I know she knows she is a girl, but I guess she is trying to be like Max) and "a little baby," but she hasn't spent much time being upset over the time James is spending with mommy, which is surprising. Diamond seems to have figured out that at this stage, they don't play ball and has just basically ignored him, and Cisco seems to think he is the most intriguing thing ever. Needless to say, he is spending a lot of time safely worn in a carrier. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiDOXcSEsg/SZNw4LflufI/AAAAAAAAAo8/31nByowV2B8/s1600-h/IMG_3773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301705296805476850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiDOXcSEsg/SZNw4LflufI/AAAAAAAAAo8/31nByowV2B8/s320/IMG_3773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't believe that just a few weeks ago, I was still in shock at the idea of having this little guy. It feels like he completely belongs here.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiDOXcSEsg/SZN9yig9w2I/AAAAAAAAApc/9UMuYDyDtSM/s1600-h/CRW_7774.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301719493557207906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiDOXcSEsg/SZN9yig9w2I/AAAAAAAAApc/9UMuYDyDtSM/s320/CRW_7774.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8893611-4695533239397033181?l=joshmaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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 Our street has power, but we and our two adjacent neighbors do not.  To make things worse, the town has been notified by the&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; power company that they are pulling out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Westford&lt;/span&gt; to focus on areas where they can have a bigger impact.  Our little stretch of three houses is not going to be a priority and it will be at least the end of the week before we see the crews again.  So we have a fireplace and some wood, some bottled water, and a car battery with an inverter to power some lights.  Still, the kids love watching the candles, and we even roasted marshmallows in the fireplace the other night.   We're a little lacking on the conveniences but we're going to make it through just fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kzswzmZsg0E/SUftCGvr8tI/AAAAAAAAC8I/NgVRC1Aqwj4/s320/IMG_3629_resize.JPG" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280449708541342418" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;surveyed&lt;/span&gt; the branches in the yard.  Besides the pile of branches that took down the power, and one large branch that narrowly missed our shed and fence, things don't look too bad.  There is plenty of timber on the ground, most of which was the pines and not the maples.  I'll be having some fun with the chainsaw this week, but at least there was no real damage to our property.  So we camp indoors in for a few more days and spend time together as a family.  It's going to be nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Josh&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/8893611-8937948015950122257?l=joshmaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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(I probably shouldn't write this or she will use it against me in about 12 years.) Just when she was starting to develop her own personality, Max got sick, and life became all about Max. She has never had a real birthday party. Her first one got cancelled because of Max's illness, I just wasn't up to throwing one for her second because things were still stressful because of Max, and this year, her uncle got married two days after she turned three, plus, I am pregnant and tired all the time and once again just wasn't up to doing much. Yet, she is one of the happiest children I have ever met, and a total joy to be around. She makes me smile every day with her humor, hugs, and laughter. She seems to en&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiDOXcSEsg/SQygixfyEJI/AAAAAAAAAmI/DeqEommmL6g/s1600-h/IMG_3359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263758583751905426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiDOXcSEsg/SQygixfyEJI/AAAAAAAAAmI/DeqEommmL6g/s320/IMG_3359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;joy pretty much everyone, even giving total strangers hugs (we may need to work on this one, but she is still little and it is so funny to see the confused looks on people's faces). She is still into everything and so strong, especially for her size. When we met with her teachers, they laughed that she was the youngest and smallest child in her class and yet nothing phases her. They did mention having to tell her to get off the table on a regular basis.  I was really hoping she wouldn't do that there, but they said it with a smile. She is definitely my little tomboy, spending hours playing with trains and trucks, though her "babies" don't get ignored. Josh brought home a Hotwheels for Max and a Barbie for Lauren (from a super rare visit to McD's) and while Lauren did spend time playing with the Barbie, the car was much more popular. She was a pirate again this halloween and it was the perfect costume for her personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Even now that Lauren is 3, she is still a pleasure to be around most of the time. Yes, she is stubborn, but she has always been that, and she has hit the "it didn't go exactly as I wanted so the world is ending" phase, but compared to many 3YOs that I know, it hasn't been too bad. I still do think I should have had &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiDOXcSEsg/SQyjFsmkyII/AAAAAAAAAmY/2Smnda0AzYk/s1600-h/IMG_3389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263761382756894850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6tiDOXcSEsg/SQyjFsmkyII/AAAAAAAAAmY/2Smnda0AzYk/s320/IMG_3389.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;her in my 20s, though. Her level of activity often leaves me worn out. But, I can set her up with paints or crayons or trains, and she will play quietly for quite a while, so I do get a break. I am trying to do more to take advantage of the us time, and instead of just giving her things to do by herself, have been making an effort to do stuff with her. She seems to really enjoy puzzles right now, and often asks to "play puzzles, mommy" so we are doing them a lot. We only have three at the moment, but she is plenty happy with them. The dinosaur one seems to be her favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I sometimes worry that having this new baby come along will stiffle her some, but I hope that it won't affect her. I think that her strong personality will survive the middle child syndrome, and can't wait to see her take care of her little brother. Another thought that just makes me smile.&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/8893611-628318069775833533?l=joshmaz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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