<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-3001056396065455005</id><updated>2024-10-05T00:00:27.226-04:00</updated><category term="baseball"/><category term="bicycle"/><category term="big bed"/><category term="dance camp"/><category term="foul balls"/><category term="long commute"/><category term="pacifier"/><category term="phillies"/><category term="potty training"/><category term="sports"/><category term="steve monforto"/><category term="swallowed objects"/><title type='text'>It&#39;s A Dad Dad Dad World!!!</title><subtitle type='html'>A Dad&#39;s Perspective on Raising Two Young Kids in Today&#39;s Crazy World</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsadaddaddadworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001056396065455005/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsadaddaddadworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001056396065455005/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001056396065455005.post-6416773326570450168</id><published>2013-12-11T10:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-12-11T10:51:21.091-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Eulogy for Victor W. Weinstein (January 23, 1938 - December 5, 2013), the man who taught me how to be a Dad:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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fathers, and others are Dads.&amp;nbsp; Vic was
truly a Dad”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;When I first sat down to write this
eulogy, I was worried I&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;wouldn&#39;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;have much to say.&amp;nbsp; I love my dad, and I’m really going to miss
him.&amp;nbsp; What else is there?&amp;nbsp; But as I started writing, the thoughts and
ideas began to form quickly, and then I realized I really do have a lot to say
about the man.&amp;nbsp; So apologies in advance
if this goes on too long.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;For 35 years my Dad worked at IBM as
a Land Acquisition and Disposal Administrator.&amp;nbsp;
I would have to explain to my friends that basically meant he bought and
sold real estate.&amp;nbsp; My dad really loved
his job – something not everyone can say.&amp;nbsp;
He made some good friends at IBM as well as the industry trade group,
IDRC, that he helped lead for many years. &amp;nbsp;He really enjoyed the camaraderie and story
telling when he got together with these people.&amp;nbsp;
He was always so excited to help plan and attend the annual IDRC
meetings that would be held in different cities around the country, and bring
back all kinds of swag – like coffee mugs that read Albuquerque is open for
business! &amp;nbsp;And then he was really excited
to chair the annual meeting of IDRC in NY in 1998.&amp;nbsp; He talked about it so much about it, and was
so proud of the event and how it turned out. &amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;But overall, what I think my dad
loved most about his job at IBM was the hard fought negotiations he would have
with other buyers and sellers, and their real estate agents.&amp;nbsp; Anyone who knew my dad knows he loved a good
debate. &amp;nbsp;He did not shy away from
confrontation.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;And negotiating and arguing were a big part of
his day to day job, as he fought hard to get the best possible deal for his
company.&amp;nbsp; He was clearly well-suited for
this type of career, and he excelled at it.&amp;nbsp;
I always felt bad for the people on the other side of the negotiating
table, because he could be such a pain in the ass.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;But at the end of the day, it was always
business, and never personal.&amp;nbsp; He would
tell me stories about a really tense negotiation with a team of agents, with
lots of arguing and back-and-forth, and then how afterwards they all went out
for dinner and had a great time and laughed a lot.&amp;nbsp; How cool is that?&amp;nbsp; To be able to put business differences aside,
and develop personal and long-lasting relationships with your opponents of the
day….&amp;nbsp; But that’s typical Vic Weinstein.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;And this was the exact trait that he
took into his 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; career after retirement in 2003.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;The past 10 years have truly been the
golden years for my dad.&amp;nbsp; He was able to
take the parts of his life that he loved best, and put them all together for a wonderful
daily agenda of tasks and activities.&amp;nbsp; No
doubt my dad loved his wife, children and grandchildren with everything he
had.&amp;nbsp; We were all the light of his life,
and just being around him made him happy.&amp;nbsp;
But it’s important to know we weren’t his whole life.&amp;nbsp; The man had a complete and full agenda pretty
much every day.&amp;nbsp; There was no stopping
him, and many of us wondered where he got the energy to take on so much.&amp;nbsp; So often I would be talking with him on the
phone, and he would say “I have to cut you short Mitchy Evan.&amp;nbsp; I have to walk Daisy, and then head out to such
and such meeting….”&amp;nbsp; It never bothered
me.&amp;nbsp; I was just happy he was happy.&amp;nbsp; And he really was.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbj5AKseyBevQgc-dq76UVunY81asCfJkzcC_alwirx-WeqDADHhYS-P5ij3S_Mgvet5Gw3qXrnnJ2fS7YOQF4wbHSpBlLgOTcYXvdVeV-OqTeLCQLWmEWfDGAvszp9y5EftDqf0_8VEs/s1600/IMG_2458.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbj5AKseyBevQgc-dq76UVunY81asCfJkzcC_alwirx-WeqDADHhYS-P5ij3S_Mgvet5Gw3qXrnnJ2fS7YOQF4wbHSpBlLgOTcYXvdVeV-OqTeLCQLWmEWfDGAvszp9y5EftDqf0_8VEs/s320/IMG_2458.JPG&quot; title=&quot;Grandpa w grandkids&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;My dad was a member of the Planning Board for
the Town of Greenburgh, where he was able to help keep the town safe from
over-development and traffic jams, while still maintaining a business-friendly
environment and encouraging economic growth. &amp;nbsp;Striking this balance was something he knew
best. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;He was also on the Board of Directors
of this synagogue, Temple Beth Abraham, where he co-chaired the House Committee
with his very good friend Neil, and helped fund and rebuild this beautiful
sanctuary we are sitting in right now.&amp;nbsp;
And thanks to his sharp negotiating tactics, he was able to keep the
contractor’s cost as low as possible.&amp;nbsp; I
doubt there was anyone who thought they could have done a better job and gotten
a better price.&amp;nbsp; He really loved this
place, and made sure to take very good care of it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;My dad was also on the Board of
Directors of Wyldwood, his condo development in Tarrytown.&amp;nbsp; Here, he was able to make sure the community
was well maintained, and spending its budget in a responsible manner.&amp;nbsp; Negotiating rates with the landscaper was the
highlight of one his terms, and loved to tell us all about it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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volunteered his time at SCORE, in White Plains, where he mentored small
business owners, and was able to share his huge wealth of knowledge and
business experience.&amp;nbsp; It was the lucky
person who was able to receive my Dad’s guidance and support.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;And then in his free time, he enjoyed
meeting with his broker on a regular basis to discuss the latest market trends,
and whether or not he should buy an ETF or move money into corporate
bonds.&amp;nbsp; We would all seek out my dad’s
financial advice before making any major moves.&amp;nbsp;
And he was more than happy to provide this advice, even if we&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;didn&#39;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;ask
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;…..And then there was the family man
and friend.&amp;nbsp; Vic, Dad, Grandpa, Pepa,
Pa….whatever you called him.&amp;nbsp; If everyone
in this room were to conjure up a picture of my Dad in their mind, I’m willing
to bet that in every single one of those images he is smiling widely, and
probably laughing out loud in some of them.&amp;nbsp;
The guy was just a happy soul.&amp;nbsp;
Little things&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;didn&#39;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;bother him.&amp;nbsp;
He kept his eye on the ball and knew what was important – family and
friends.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;He and Penny had such a wonderful, happy,
and full life together.&amp;nbsp; They built such a
strong community of close friends together over the years, and were always
going on trips, dining out with friends, visiting children and grandchildren,
and traveling to Penny’s business conferences where my Dad got to play the role
of supportive spouse (which he really enjoyed by the way).&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And Penny – thank you for keeping him so
happy for all these years.&amp;nbsp; He really
loved you, and would have done anything for you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;My dad’s love for his children was
boundless and unmatched.&amp;nbsp; Even though our
parents were divorced as we grew up, he and my Mom always came together on
matters that involved their children, and were always in agreement that the
kids were the priority, above all else.&amp;nbsp;
This is something we always felt in our hearts growing up, and something
all 3 of us have internalized and tap into on a daily basis in our current
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;My Dad made it his life’s mission to
be a regular and stable presence in our lives, despite the physical distance
between us. &amp;nbsp;This was truly his singular
focus during our childhood years.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The joke &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;I&#39;ve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;always told my friends is that,
even though my Dad&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;didn&#39;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;live with us growing up, I probably saw him, and
spoke to him more,&amp;nbsp;than kids who lived with their fathers.&amp;nbsp; His dedication to us was unbelievable.&amp;nbsp; My Dad traveled a lot for work.&amp;nbsp; You never knew if he would be in Huntsville,
Alabama; Lincoln, Nebraska, or Gainesville, Florida in any given week.&amp;nbsp; But what you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;did &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;know, is that he would call us every day no matter where he
was, rain or shine.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Every single day.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Not only
that, but when he&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;wasn&#39;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;traveling, he would come up to our house one night&amp;nbsp;during the week, to take one of us out for dinner.&amp;nbsp; The rule was only one of us would go with
him, as we would take turns, so that we could each spend quality one-on-one
time with our dad.&amp;nbsp; This was so important
to him.&amp;nbsp; He wanted to connect with each
of us individually, in a personal and special way.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;And on top of that, we would spend
weekends with my Dad, in his 1 bedroom apartment on Lake Street in White
Plains.&amp;nbsp; The apartment&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;wasn&#39;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;huge, but
we made it work. I have such fond memories of spending my&amp;nbsp;weekends there.&amp;nbsp; He had no time for himself, but to him, that&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;wasn&#39;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;the priority.&amp;nbsp; He had 3 kids, and
they were truly the center of his universe, and nobody could get in the way of
that.&amp;nbsp; Time with his 3 children was sacrosanct,
and something he just cherished greatly. &amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;And as his grandchildren came along,
he expanded his deep and heartfelt love to include them.&amp;nbsp; First came Benjamin, quickly followed by
Zachery, Madelyn, Jacob, Rebecca, Samuel, Jonathan, and Joshua.&amp;nbsp; Dad morphed into the Grandpa role very well,
and loved every minute of it.&amp;nbsp; He was a
strong and loving presence in each of the grandkids’ lives.&amp;nbsp; It was so much fun watching him revel in this
new role, getting on the floor and rolling around with the kids when they were
babies, tickling them with his prominent nose.&amp;nbsp;
&amp;nbsp;He was a gregarious and, very
often, goofy, Grandpa, and the kids loved that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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dance recitals, little league games, hockey games, soccer matches, etc.
etc.&amp;nbsp; And then bar and bat mitzvahs.&amp;nbsp; How proud he was there, on the bima, smiling
more broadly than ever, watching his cherished and beloved grandchild go
through such a joyous and wonderful life event.&amp;nbsp;
To him, there was nothing better.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Just last week, we were all together
for Hannukah at my Dad’s and Penny’s house.&amp;nbsp;
They bought very nice gifts for all the kids, and us as well.&amp;nbsp; Dollars add up quickly when you are buying
gifts for 14 people.&amp;nbsp; I suggested that,
instead of material gifts, he make donations to each of the kids’ college funds.&amp;nbsp; It seemed like a much more practical idea to
me.&amp;nbsp; But he was having none of it.&amp;nbsp; He said he wanted to see the expressions on
their faces when they received their gifts, and their happy smiles.&amp;nbsp; That was the most important thing to him, and
that was the best Hannukah gift we could give him back.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Those are all the sweet and
sentimental things about my Dad.&amp;nbsp; Some
things you may, or may not have known about Vic Weinstein.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;-He was a true man of the 70s, and
loved his bean jeans, wide ties, and shirts with large collars. He had a very
impressive collection of 8-track tapes, covering his favorite artists: Kenny
Rogers, Fleetwood Mac, Barry Manilow, and England Dan &amp;amp; John Ford Coley.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;-He was probably the least
technically savvy person I knew despite having worked for the largest computer
company of his time.&amp;nbsp; His cell phone was
a mystery him, which is why I never left him voice mails.&amp;nbsp; He once answered a text from Brad, and when
Brad got it he replied back “Dad, you’re responding to a text I sent you 6
months ago”.&amp;nbsp; My Dad also has been known
to click on links emailed to him from a Nigerian prince looking for a way to
launder money in the US.&amp;nbsp; To him, Spam
was canned meat, and nothing more.&amp;nbsp; He
never met an email he didn’t open and click on.&amp;nbsp;
I can’t imagine how many computer viruses live on his laptop.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;-He loved his food thoroughly cooked,
and sometimes burnt.&amp;nbsp; He would go the
finest steak houses in the area, and ask for his filet cooked well-done.&amp;nbsp; You know there was a chef in the kitchen
grumbling about having to ruin a perfectly good piece of meat.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;-One of my Dad’s greatest passions,
outside of family, friends, and business, was staying fit and trim. He had been
running on a regular basis for the past 40 years, even when he traveled.&amp;nbsp; My Dad and I would run the Bridgeport
Hospital 5k every Memorial Day Weekend.&amp;nbsp;
We had been doing this every May for the past 10 years, and was something
we both truly cherished.&amp;nbsp; Just this past
year, he placed 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; in the 70 and over age category, missing first
place by just a few seconds (the winner was actually over 80, but the age
rankings didn’t go that high).&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;After the race I wanted to leave – it was very
cold that day, and I was tired.&amp;nbsp; But my Dad
wasn’t going anywhere.&amp;nbsp; He knew he had
placed, and he wanted to wait for the awards ceremony to claim what was
rightfully his:&amp;nbsp; A small plastic trophy,
that symbolized all his hard work and effort for the past 40 years.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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time-to-time that my Dad began reminding me of my Grandpa Joe.&amp;nbsp; He would say something, tell a corny joke, or
make a face that struck me as something Grandpa would do.&amp;nbsp; And what’s funny is that as I get older, Jen
sometimes tells me I remind her of my Dad.&amp;nbsp;
She might tell me “that’s something your Dad would say”, or “you look
like your dad when you make that face”.&amp;nbsp;
I now realize those are the biggest compliments she could pay me.&amp;nbsp; If I can live my life up to his high
standards of hard work, perseverance, and dedication to family, then I know I
have succeeded.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;We love you Dad.&amp;nbsp; We will miss you.&amp;nbsp; But you should be in peace knowing you did a
great job raising your kids, and you should have no regrets about anything.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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This year is much different because Rebecca now knows the ropes, and has a group of friends she is looking forward to seeing.&amp;nbsp; She is also excited about seeing her new bunk, and meeting her new counselors.&amp;nbsp; In addition, she won&#39;t be a &quot;new kid&quot; anymore.&amp;nbsp; She&#39;s an old, experienced veteran in the camp world.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM0fqxjhTSjeAE_GWTKIs54ThxR1H4pI7GRmlmlqnZpczaytyJKZ0hnGcyWYh475njL-TnjjYn73kzkLuGZMMQOuEIYjdxslrrGFlNtSQDYmicL1XqFsm71wWbYxRA5Zod1O3jKbUmhOs/s1600/Summer+Camp.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;150&quot; pca=&quot;true&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM0fqxjhTSjeAE_GWTKIs54ThxR1H4pI7GRmlmlqnZpczaytyJKZ0hnGcyWYh475njL-TnjjYn73kzkLuGZMMQOuEIYjdxslrrGFlNtSQDYmicL1XqFsm71wWbYxRA5Zod1O3jKbUmhOs/s200/Summer+Camp.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rebecca recently expressed some serious anxiety about going to camp and told us she didn&#39;t want to go.&amp;nbsp; She was giving us a hard time.&amp;nbsp; But then Jen pulled out her old letters from last year and started reading them out loud.&amp;nbsp; As Rebecca started to hear them, the tears quickly stopped, and she started to smile and laugh with us at how happy her letters were.&amp;nbsp; Many of the letters were about the food, which I certainly appreciated, but Jen didn&#39;t really care for (she wanted to hear more about the friendships she was building...blah).&lt;/div&gt;
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And reading those letters certainly made me feel better too.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s not easy letting my little Lamb Chop leave us for 7 weeks, but knowing how much fun,&amp;nbsp;growth, adventure, and all-around good times await her certainly makes it easier to send her off.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsadaddaddadworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3920325514325148953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3001056396065455005/3920325514325148953?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001056396065455005/posts/default/3920325514325148953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001056396065455005/posts/default/3920325514325148953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsadaddaddadworld.blogspot.com/2012/06/back-to-camp.html' title='Back To Camp'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM0fqxjhTSjeAE_GWTKIs54ThxR1H4pI7GRmlmlqnZpczaytyJKZ0hnGcyWYh475njL-TnjjYn73kzkLuGZMMQOuEIYjdxslrrGFlNtSQDYmicL1XqFsm71wWbYxRA5Zod1O3jKbUmhOs/s72-c/Summer+Camp.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001056396065455005.post-7413689833764989229</id><published>2012-04-24T08:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-04-24T08:41:12.068-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Joshua-isms</title><content type='html'>We passed a field with many geese, and Joshua said &quot;Swans are the gracefulest birds&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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How great is that!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsadaddaddadworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6540973087468110022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3001056396065455005/6540973087468110022?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001056396065455005/posts/default/6540973087468110022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001056396065455005/posts/default/6540973087468110022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsadaddaddadworld.blogspot.com/2011/09/soccer-quote.html' title='Soccer Quote'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001056396065455005.post-8299434626100327733</id><published>2011-09-05T21:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T21:45:33.867-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To School 2011</title><content type='html'>It&#39;s that time again.&amp;nbsp; Joshua and Rebecca are starting their new school years tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s been a great summer for both kids.&amp;nbsp; Rebecca went away to sleep-away camp for the first time, and Joshua went to his day camp by himself and had to learn to get by without his big sister present.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Rebecca has been practicing her math skills for the new year.&amp;nbsp; For some reason she thinks she is not good at math, but she is getting all the problems right on the Summer Worksheet.&amp;nbsp; Getting her to read is not a problem, but making her more confident in her math skills is the challenge.&lt;br /&gt;
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All in a day&#39;s work....</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsadaddaddadworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8299434626100327733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3001056396065455005/8299434626100327733?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001056396065455005/posts/default/8299434626100327733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001056396065455005/posts/default/8299434626100327733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsadaddaddadworld.blogspot.com/2011/09/back-to-school-2011.html' title='Back To School 2011'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiPPLB-hkFEJdtZhuuthowmHiHMNeWjp4wh5U2DAXTCysgeV_0U4mlrkt4JO7Fpz-i1GYR-JMpwKiSE5LG2wEFczhIrPy5FKLf8D9rgYNxYect1ubSL-qoGRMXQp2HcnwGu0bi5xNfvsc/s72-c/back_to_school.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001056396065455005.post-8005917644823531220</id><published>2011-08-21T08:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T08:45:57.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home From Camp</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rebecca came home from camp a few weeks ago. We had mixed feelings about her coming home. Of course we were so excited and happy to have her back in our daily lives. It was great to see her every morning and appreciate her presence like we never had before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But on the other hand, Rebecca was leaving the camp after 4 weeks, and many of her friends were staying on for the full 7 week term. So Jen and I felt bad about cutting her summer short, and we hoped she wouldn&#39;t feel like she was missing something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpjRe173eUEyDNMo5Rsk26MUZUAhHTaMpFAcjWBrCCCEEURvmvuhk6TDnQZkdpqGLEUnhE-zt1p0TFi6LlpScTtUuFaFuhLADQx51F_0dOpigEm08DOi6feA5BuDao4LwSwUFPzgIdXcI/s1600/welcome-home-sign1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 146px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 101px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643289311019665170&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpjRe173eUEyDNMo5Rsk26MUZUAhHTaMpFAcjWBrCCCEEURvmvuhk6TDnQZkdpqGLEUnhE-zt1p0TFi6LlpScTtUuFaFuhLADQx51F_0dOpigEm08DOi6feA5BuDao4LwSwUFPzgIdXcI/s320/welcome-home-sign1.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did our best to keep Rebecca busy with Dance Camp, trips to Hershey Park, and Drama camp. All in all, she did a great job of adjusting back to her regular home life, and was very happy about spending time with her old friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camp was a wonderful experience for Rebecca. She came off the bus upset that she had to leave, and wanted to go back for more. That&#39;s exactly what we wanted. Success. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsadaddaddadworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8005917644823531220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3001056396065455005/8005917644823531220?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001056396065455005/posts/default/8005917644823531220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001056396065455005/posts/default/8005917644823531220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsadaddaddadworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/home-from-camp.html' title='Home From Camp'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpjRe173eUEyDNMo5Rsk26MUZUAhHTaMpFAcjWBrCCCEEURvmvuhk6TDnQZkdpqGLEUnhE-zt1p0TFi6LlpScTtUuFaFuhLADQx51F_0dOpigEm08DOi6feA5BuDao4LwSwUFPzgIdXcI/s72-c/welcome-home-sign1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001056396065455005.post-374353900611074715</id><published>2011-07-03T06:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T09:01:15.289-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepaway Camp</title><content type='html'>Last week, &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; left for &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;sleepaway&lt;/span&gt; camp for the first time. The whole experience was very interesting, but a lot harder than I imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buses picked up the local kids in the parking lot of a large department store about 40 minutes from our house. It was a tense scene as the older campers all ran to greet their old friends, and the younger, first-time, campers clung to their parents with much nervousness and anxiety. Fortunately, &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; had already been introduced a few weeks &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;earlier&lt;/span&gt; to a girl in her bunk through a mutual friend. So at least one face was familiar to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhok3bC0hDyMq_Bqc1nK0_27Hr7vcKFb5qrpngK4X92pljfLd1Q3N6pXzM98R4CNbnbHahki1yL0TtQHfoQ-5UInFt88EfyySwEqNUxvP9-mjnaBtxILq0aWj8Dmc0FcKQX2sPEZ3NTec/s1600/Camp+Sign.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 194px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625080796041031474&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhok3bC0hDyMq_Bqc1nK0_27Hr7vcKFb5qrpngK4X92pljfLd1Q3N6pXzM98R4CNbnbHahki1yL0TtQHfoQ-5UInFt88EfyySwEqNUxvP9-mjnaBtxILq0aWj8Dmc0FcKQX2sPEZ3NTec/s320/Camp+Sign.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were many girls who were crying and had to be consoled by their parents. When it was time to board the bus, &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; gave us each a big hug, and got right on. No issues, no crying. I was very proud of her. She looked a little bewildered, but kept it together and did a great job. Once she got on, the bus sat there for about another 20 minutes as the counselors checked, and double-checked, their camper lists. This was difficult - we were just standing around waving at the kids, not knowing what else to do. Eventually the buses pulled out, and that was that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 4 hours later, we received email confirmation from the camp that &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; had arrived safely. At this point, I was happy to get any communication on what &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; was doing. The strangest part of this whole experience is that I have no idea what is going on in her life, and what she is doing at any given moment. So any insight into this is always welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since last weekend, we&#39;ve seen &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; in many pictures posted on the camp website, and have received three letters (2 she wrote on her own accord, and one she wrote because the campers were bribed with candy to write home). We even had a quick phone conversation with her yesterday. The phone call was concerning because often kids will break down and cry when they hear their parents&#39; voice. But it went well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, all signs are good. The letters say she is having the &quot;best time&quot;, &quot;the food is great&quot;, and she got the &quot;highest&quot; score on her swim test. In all of the pictures, she is smiling, and often has her arms around her friends and &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_8&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;bunkmates&lt;/span&gt;. And our phone call went very well. &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_9&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; sounded great, and totally together, and in a calm voice told us about her activities (she doesn&#39;t like swim team but likes everything else, she did the trapeze, rock-climbing wall, wood-working, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen and I were very relieved by all this, and we are both extremely proud of our little girl. We always wanted sleepaway camp to be a wonderful experience for her.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsadaddaddadworld.blogspot.com/feeds/374353900611074715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3001056396065455005/374353900611074715?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001056396065455005/posts/default/374353900611074715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001056396065455005/posts/default/374353900611074715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsadaddaddadworld.blogspot.com/2011/07/sleepaway-camp.html' title='Sleepaway Camp'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhok3bC0hDyMq_Bqc1nK0_27Hr7vcKFb5qrpngK4X92pljfLd1Q3N6pXzM98R4CNbnbHahki1yL0TtQHfoQ-5UInFt88EfyySwEqNUxvP9-mjnaBtxILq0aWj8Dmc0FcKQX2sPEZ3NTec/s72-c/Camp+Sign.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001056396065455005.post-93986113106048324</id><published>2011-06-20T09:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T09:36:08.022-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatherhood.gov</title><content type='html'>Check out the latest Dad updates on Fatherhood.gov, and sign up for the President&#39;s Fatherhood Pledge: &lt;a href=&quot;http://fatherhood.gov/home&quot;&gt;http://fatherhood.gov/home&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of good Dad resources and information. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you are present for your kids, and encourage other Dads to be present as well. There is nothing more important.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsadaddaddadworld.blogspot.com/feeds/93986113106048324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3001056396065455005/93986113106048324?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001056396065455005/posts/default/93986113106048324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001056396065455005/posts/default/93986113106048324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsadaddaddadworld.blogspot.com/2011/06/fatherhoodgov.html' title='Fatherhood.gov'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001056396065455005.post-1235686354157838859</id><published>2011-06-18T22:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T22:45:35.155-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father&#39;s Day 2011</title><content type='html'>The Dad World Blog would like to wish all Dads out there a wonderful and happy Father&#39;s Day. Make sure you take full advantage of this day, and spend quality time with your family. No stress, no worries, no problems - just relax and enjoy...as much as possible.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsadaddaddadworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1235686354157838859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3001056396065455005/1235686354157838859?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001056396065455005/posts/default/1235686354157838859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001056396065455005/posts/default/1235686354157838859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsadaddaddadworld.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-fathers-day-2011.html' title='Happy Father&#39;s Day 2011'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001056396065455005.post-7790410056576440694</id><published>2011-06-14T14:49:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T15:00:56.302-04:00</updated><title type='text'>T-Ball</title><content type='html'>I&#39;ve been coaching Joshua&#39;s T-Ball team since early April, and I have to say it&#39;s been a lot of fun. At first it seemed like a lot of work (which it still is), but as the season has gone on, it&#39;s been very rewarding. In just a short couple of months, we&#39;ve seen some really good progress being made. The kids are getting a better understanding of the game, and are learning the subtle nuances that will become instinctive to them as they get older. You don&#39;t really appreciate how complicated a sport Baseball can be until you have to teach it to 5 and 6 year &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG1H7XsRfCLoUnqu34DjeHmKrFYowOJdZGfkUPWvMSqpsf-3FzjDDtDIOZKTIqzZwEPIAL7Ub8fDpwkaB-pAmVLG_UqQZMRAELffUlv5iSj8yGgWQb6s00ncv-0hm8YSNHPa50GVtz-Ic/s1600/T-Ball.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 172px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 127px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618151950567371778&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG1H7XsRfCLoUnqu34DjeHmKrFYowOJdZGfkUPWvMSqpsf-3FzjDDtDIOZKTIqzZwEPIAL7Ub8fDpwkaB-pAmVLG_UqQZMRAELffUlv5iSj8yGgWQb6s00ncv-0hm8YSNHPa50GVtz-Ic/s320/T-Ball.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to say that the kids are throwing, catching and hitting like champs (The biggest challenge is getting them stop making sand castles in the infield during the game). But they are learning the difference between a force play at 2&lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; base, and tagging a runner with the ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Joshua is coming along nicely as well. He is hitting the ball solidly, and already knows to step into the swing to maximize his power. He can throw better now, but still has a tough time catching (might have something to do with me hitting him in the face with the ball when we were having a catch in the backyard).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, coaching has been a lot of fun.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsadaddaddadworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7790410056576440694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3001056396065455005/7790410056576440694?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001056396065455005/posts/default/7790410056576440694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001056396065455005/posts/default/7790410056576440694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsadaddaddadworld.blogspot.com/2011/06/t-ball.html' title='T-Ball'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG1H7XsRfCLoUnqu34DjeHmKrFYowOJdZGfkUPWvMSqpsf-3FzjDDtDIOZKTIqzZwEPIAL7Ub8fDpwkaB-pAmVLG_UqQZMRAELffUlv5iSj8yGgWQb6s00ncv-0hm8YSNHPa50GVtz-Ic/s72-c/T-Ball.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001056396065455005.post-4198277810482678961</id><published>2011-05-29T06:53:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T12:23:24.637-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance School Promotion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; was recently moved up to a higher level class at her dance school. She has been working really hard all year, and has put a lot of effort and energy into this class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier in the year, she tried out for the Spring Ballet and earned a prominent role in one of the dances. She was in the front row, in the center spot, and did a great job of &quot;owning&quot; th&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9wgntwxYVN1zbzVZDtyU3MZZewptVGHRP-sIPiCV6mxTsSjWbXGkB-mbm_MQogjwXpjr-mYEx1boaI5m0ANui1WlbsOmOEEPCZDab_cjb9OiHHzWHqIonLRQ27nqxGNuCgn9v-i-j9r8/s1600/Dance+School.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 123px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 146px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612094173967351522&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9wgntwxYVN1zbzVZDtyU3MZZewptVGHRP-sIPiCV6mxTsSjWbXGkB-mbm_MQogjwXpjr-mYEx1boaI5m0ANui1WlbsOmOEEPCZDab_cjb9OiHHzWHqIonLRQ27nqxGNuCgn9v-i-j9r8/s320/Dance+School.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e dance, and performed with reckless abandon. She looked like she belonged there. There were many, many trips to the dance &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;school&lt;/span&gt; for weekend practices (it was a big PIA), but it all became worth it when we saw how happy she was doing this dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a result of her hard work, and wonderful performance, the head of the dance school decided &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; was ready for the next level (and he is a very serious man who doesn&#39;t hand out compliments easily). She is now more excited than ever to go to dance lessons, and is already talking about the Winter Ballet, and how she&#39;s going to try out for a big role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen and I are very proud of Rebecca&#39;s &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;perseverance&lt;/span&gt; and her follow-through. She&#39;s come a long way since her bumble-bee dance when she was 4....but she&#39;s still our little Lamb Chop.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsadaddaddadworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4198277810482678961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3001056396065455005/4198277810482678961?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001056396065455005/posts/default/4198277810482678961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001056396065455005/posts/default/4198277810482678961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsadaddaddadworld.blogspot.com/2011/05/dance-school-promotion.html' title='Dance School Promotion'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9wgntwxYVN1zbzVZDtyU3MZZewptVGHRP-sIPiCV6mxTsSjWbXGkB-mbm_MQogjwXpjr-mYEx1boaI5m0ANui1WlbsOmOEEPCZDab_cjb9OiHHzWHqIonLRQ27nqxGNuCgn9v-i-j9r8/s72-c/Dance+School.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001056396065455005.post-3474582582647462435</id><published>2011-05-10T08:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T08:56:21.261-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Parent-Teacher Conferences</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We recently had Parent-Teacher conferences with both Joshua&#39;s and Rebecca&#39;s teachers. We are happy to say that both kids got very good reports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua, apparently, is a leader in his Kindergarten class, and many of the other kids want to play with him and sit near him at lunch. Joshua is completely clueless to this fact, which i&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNr_Yw8UAygEMQg-F67lm4cCYZLPMEu2UjncD-rwuEf2erDoeud557x5vdrYynmA4YbmfNXxfXcuvp3zmpiEkcypxPLJRyM5NsHAvFM3_hMawfvXaIEbK1DfrDWawLuZMEiIIamBcNKtM/s1600/parent-teacher.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 141px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 141px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605070370244664386&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNr_Yw8UAygEMQg-F67lm4cCYZLPMEu2UjncD-rwuEf2erDoeud557x5vdrYynmA4YbmfNXxfXcuvp3zmpiEkcypxPLJRyM5NsHAvFM3_hMawfvXaIEbK1DfrDWawLuZMEiIIamBcNKtM/s320/parent-teacher.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s probably a good thing. He just goes about his business, not realizing that the other kids are watching him and trying to emulate him. Some of the kids with special needs often select Joshua as their &quot;buddy&quot; when they go for additional services with the school specialists. And in fact, Joshua&#39;s teacher encourages this, as she feels he is a good influence on these kids. Who would have thought?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; is excelling in reading and writing. Her reading comprehension skills have gotten excellent, and she is better able to describe events taking place in the books she reads. She is also doing great in her writing &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;exercises&lt;/span&gt;. This is something she thoroughly enjoys, and even writes stories in her free time for enjoyment. Jen and I were worried about her math skills, but her teacher says she is doing great, and is improving nicely. One thing she needs to work on is penmanship, but I&#39;ll give her a pass on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very proud of our two little pups.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsadaddaddadworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3474582582647462435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3001056396065455005/3474582582647462435?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001056396065455005/posts/default/3474582582647462435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001056396065455005/posts/default/3474582582647462435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsadaddaddadworld.blogspot.com/2011/05/parent-teacher-conferences.html' title='Parent-Teacher Conferences'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNr_Yw8UAygEMQg-F67lm4cCYZLPMEu2UjncD-rwuEf2erDoeud557x5vdrYynmA4YbmfNXxfXcuvp3zmpiEkcypxPLJRyM5NsHAvFM3_hMawfvXaIEbK1DfrDWawLuZMEiIIamBcNKtM/s72-c/parent-teacher.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001056396065455005.post-1168147325504623148</id><published>2010-12-11T11:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T11:31:20.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The White House</title><content type='html'>A recent conversation between Joshua and Uncle Brad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNCLE BRAD: Joshua, I heard you had a &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;playdate&lt;/span&gt; near my house the other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOSHUA: Yeah, it was with my friend Timmy. He lives near you, but if you go down the street, then turn this way, you see his house. It&#39;s the big white one. &lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3vpMBBmnuOXR9Vkplda6nXxy9BsA2qvH63hcj0_GgoCA56_ZqvKvtLotlxkgTaLszs3GU8Wj96kpe8unBs1vS4lzHazvOrsuuzunp1xelfLuUmPd9KytaHfGKkmCuzcVpIMHV7_XWz2g/s1600/The+White+House.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 103px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549462783325716130&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3vpMBBmnuOXR9Vkplda6nXxy9BsA2qvH63hcj0_GgoCA56_ZqvKvtLotlxkgTaLszs3GU8Wj96kpe8unBs1vS4lzHazvOrsuuzunp1xelfLuUmPd9KytaHfGKkmCuzcVpIMHV7_XWz2g/s320/The+White+House.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNCLE BRAD: Oh, so he lives in the The White House?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOSHUA: &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Nooooo&lt;/span&gt;, he lives in a regular white house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNCLE BRAD: Do you know who lives in The White House?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOSHUA: Barack Obama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So proud of my little boy....</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsadaddaddadworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1168147325504623148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3001056396065455005/1168147325504623148?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001056396065455005/posts/default/1168147325504623148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001056396065455005/posts/default/1168147325504623148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsadaddaddadworld.blogspot.com/2010/12/white-house.html' title='The White House'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3vpMBBmnuOXR9Vkplda6nXxy9BsA2qvH63hcj0_GgoCA56_ZqvKvtLotlxkgTaLszs3GU8Wj96kpe8unBs1vS4lzHazvOrsuuzunp1xelfLuUmPd9KytaHfGKkmCuzcVpIMHV7_XWz2g/s72-c/The+White+House.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001056396065455005.post-458079034501458338</id><published>2010-11-20T06:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T06:38:21.725-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Science Experiment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Rebecca&#39;s school recently held a Science Fair, and &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; and one of her good friends decided to participate. With a little help from their moms, they decided to set out to prove that plants absorb water through their stems, and that the water makes its way all the way out to the outer reaches of the leaves and branches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSFKFZuyMJJ82ofK4xryztKGD0iKUvELlxe0UjXEegnF21F9cc1j8yt545BjEdIMUbxy7oGF4RQ8tvPXceocFvcPWmPPUFhv92bHPdRS4BooyxXsw7Gsh-RII3bpqKYSguVJIhVwXa74s/s1600/IMG_4919.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 168px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 122px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541594732350529330&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSFKFZuyMJJ82ofK4xryztKGD0iKUvELlxe0UjXEegnF21F9cc1j8yt545BjEdIMUbxy7oGF4RQ8tvPXceocFvcPWmPPUFhv92bHPdRS4BooyxXsw7Gsh-RII3bpqKYSguVJIhVwXa74s/s320/IMG_4919.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did this by placing white carnations in colored water. They took 4 cups of water, and added blue food coloring to one, red to another, yellow to the third, and they left the 4&lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; one uncolored as a control. They then placed a white carnation in each cup....and waited....and waited.... Within a few days, the petals on the carnations in the colored water started developing a ring around the outside of the petals the same color as the water. So &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; and her friend had successfully proven the process of cohesion and capillary action (I had to look up these terms).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of all this is that &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; and her friend had the opportunity to show off their experiment in the school cafeteria, along with all of the other young scientists. They stood proudly at their table, wearing lab coats (their dads&#39; old white suit shirts) and protective goggles, happily explaining to everyone that approached about their methodology and results. It was wonderful to see &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; completely engaged in something that is outside her regular world of activities. She seemed to really enjoy doing this experiment, and then took great pride in sharing her experience with the world. It was a proud moment for her parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well done &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt;.....well done.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsadaddaddadworld.blogspot.com/feeds/458079034501458338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3001056396065455005/458079034501458338?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001056396065455005/posts/default/458079034501458338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001056396065455005/posts/default/458079034501458338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsadaddaddadworld.blogspot.com/2010/11/science-experiment.html' title='Science Experiment'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSFKFZuyMJJ82ofK4xryztKGD0iKUvELlxe0UjXEegnF21F9cc1j8yt545BjEdIMUbxy7oGF4RQ8tvPXceocFvcPWmPPUFhv92bHPdRS4BooyxXsw7Gsh-RII3bpqKYSguVJIhVwXa74s/s72-c/IMG_4919.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001056396065455005.post-7600218493372105297</id><published>2010-10-10T07:31:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T08:01:44.857-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Activities:  Too Many or Just Right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;As the school year started, we signed the kids up for a variety of activities and sports. They include figure skating, hockey, karate, tennis, dance (modern and ballet)....not to mention homework and &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot;&gt;religious&lt;/span&gt; school twice a week. I&#39;m happy they are getting a well rounded sampling of a lot of different types of activities, and the hope is that something will stick, and t&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyS5kFR_LlOiXRyj122BJIe-AOtd3RCh42e7MGeQ1RQieA-j50f4mbjg_SvEkVgSODJGcdbymxc6ni-HJvHB6gqkvcEUqIhHkExwy3Hrjz3Net0TBm9cP4j5QZvIrB69pyAMAfYm5mBHk/s1600/sports-equipment-200.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-2pWAVO5iYi0z1ntV6NFOhmu2YkcyKk4Vy7B-4vwBxqa0ilNQz7cpD-XW89ug57YY9KEO__ah2UfvgvV46NiGbPYLu1q2r_C5uClbV9rcqYTsvKEA1PPDpoQPk4nfpWVibK6yrFBIwmk/s1600/sports+equipment+2.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 199px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526386266365611010&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-2pWAVO5iYi0z1ntV6NFOhmu2YkcyKk4Vy7B-4vwBxqa0ilNQz7cpD-XW89ug57YY9KEO__ah2UfvgvV46NiGbPYLu1q2r_C5uClbV9rcqYTsvKEA1PPDpoQPk4nfpWVibK6yrFBIwmk/s320/sports+equipment+2.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;y will find a sport they can play for the rest of their lives. (Yesterday, Joshua spent some time hitting a golf ball in the backyard, and actually had a very nice swing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But with all these things going on in their lives, I think it&#39;s also good for kids to have some quality downtime, where they create their own games, and play quietly by themselves without any structure. &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; spends a lot of time reading her Harry Potter and Nancy Drew novels, and Joshua enjoys creating small towns with his L&lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;ego&lt;/span&gt; sets. These types of activities are very valuable for them, and should not be put aside for the structured team sports. There is definitely a balance here....somewhere. I just hope we are achieving it.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsadaddaddadworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7600218493372105297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3001056396065455005/7600218493372105297?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001056396065455005/posts/default/7600218493372105297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001056396065455005/posts/default/7600218493372105297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsadaddaddadworld.blogspot.com/2010/10/activities-too-many-or-just-right.html' title='Activities:  Too Many or Just Right?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-2pWAVO5iYi0z1ntV6NFOhmu2YkcyKk4Vy7B-4vwBxqa0ilNQz7cpD-XW89ug57YY9KEO__ah2UfvgvV46NiGbPYLu1q2r_C5uClbV9rcqYTsvKEA1PPDpoQPk4nfpWVibK6yrFBIwmk/s72-c/sports+equipment+2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001056396065455005.post-1791549555031423999</id><published>2010-09-12T19:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T19:18:44.167-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grass is Greener</title><content type='html'>Recently, &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; and I had an interesting conversation. We were talking about her days at day camp over the summer, and I said something to the effect of, &quot;I would love to spend my days playing, swimming, singing, and doing arts &#39;n crafts.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4fvc9myUfc82uEvvtaZ8K-fZ2Qdjw5mN2aRZYgbW_fFdKDxrykYWYkLwL5wY22jwpF41OH14nOvnYiDKg9-sPQPAMbdNxyVE4nhtReu-9xA4-KqKOhZin7jvsgHej0jNF6roPKvdR3EA/s1600/grass+is+greener.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 162px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516170129920200034&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4fvc9myUfc82uEvvtaZ8K-fZ2Qdjw5mN2aRZYgbW_fFdKDxrykYWYkLwL5wY22jwpF41OH14nOvnYiDKg9-sPQPAMbdNxyVE4nhtReu-9xA4-KqKOhZin7jvsgHej0jNF6roPKvdR3EA/s320/grass+is+greener.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca&#39;s reaction was very interesting, and very amusing. She started telling me how lucky I was that I was able to go to work every day. &quot;You get to go to your nice office, drink coffee anytime you want, eat whatever you want, play on your computer, talk to your friends, and have lots of fun.&quot; I thought this was very funny. &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; then complained about having to play sports she wasn&#39;t interested in, and being outside when it was really hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This really made me think. When we are kids, all we want to do is grow up, and fast. As adults, we yearn for the care-free, fun-loving days of our youth. Why can&#39;t we just be happy with our current situations?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsadaddaddadworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1791549555031423999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3001056396065455005/1791549555031423999?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001056396065455005/posts/default/1791549555031423999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001056396065455005/posts/default/1791549555031423999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsadaddaddadworld.blogspot.com/2010/09/grass-is-greener.html' title='The Grass is Greener'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4fvc9myUfc82uEvvtaZ8K-fZ2Qdjw5mN2aRZYgbW_fFdKDxrykYWYkLwL5wY22jwpF41OH14nOvnYiDKg9-sPQPAMbdNxyVE4nhtReu-9xA4-KqKOhZin7jvsgHej0jNF6roPKvdR3EA/s72-c/grass+is+greener.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001056396065455005.post-574334648130612218</id><published>2010-09-07T13:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T14:08:03.447-04:00</updated><title type='text'>6th Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We recently celebrated Joshua&#39;s 6&lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday. It was a great party at a local gym, with all his &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt;-school and family friends. And his cousins made a special guest appearance at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen and I are so proud of Joshua. He&#39;s come a long way over the past few months. We didn&#39;t really appreciate how great he did at camp this summer, but when we look back at it, we are amazed at how much we threw at him. For the first time in his life, he got on a bus and spent the day somewhere that wasn&#39;t his home, without his parents or familiar teachers. And he did this all without complaining or fussing. He just went with the flow, and didn&#39;t get upset. (Of c&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXRP9rH15qDNaphfcF2Knp-ixLEMt5cAhATwZn7eXDeHetfgzPK_bH9LoVzhLCFhqzIOEAD1PMrQ_GQw0Xi84pNJDQkUnr7QMqqfqsa11w1RfUVnzm3EkbEq_CSmlAj2R3ZoEXoapgKGY/s1600/6th+Birthday.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 153px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 141px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514234869149939138&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXRP9rH15qDNaphfcF2Knp-ixLEMt5cAhATwZn7eXDeHetfgzPK_bH9LoVzhLCFhqzIOEAD1PMrQ_GQw0Xi84pNJDQkUnr7QMqqfqsa11w1RfUVnzm3EkbEq_CSmlAj2R3ZoEXoapgKGY/s320/6th+Birthday.gif&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ourse, it did help that Rebecca was there to take him to his group every day, and take his lunch out of his backpack and put it in the cooler)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He adjusted very nicely to the day-to-day routine of camp, and didn&#39;t get upset when his counselors lost him for several minutes by the pool, or when a bratty kid on the bus bit his arm, or when the camp director put him with the wrong age group...and the list goes on. By the end of the summer, his counselor (not the one who lost him) nominated Joshua for Camper of the Year. The only reason he didn&#39;t win the award is because he was not at camp for the full summer (he missed 2 weeks in the beginning for Farm Camp).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when it came time to start Kindergarten recently, Joshua went with no problems at all. He got on the bus smiling, and got to school smiling (we know because Jen and I went to the school to greet the kids as they arrived). He seems to like his teacher and the kids in his class, and adjusting very nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a series of adjustments to change, and it&#39;s important that kids learn that early on and are able to deal with it. This isn&#39;t easy, but is very important. Joshua and &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; are both doing great. You guys are awesome!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsadaddaddadworld.blogspot.com/feeds/574334648130612218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3001056396065455005/574334648130612218?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001056396065455005/posts/default/574334648130612218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001056396065455005/posts/default/574334648130612218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsadaddaddadworld.blogspot.com/2010/09/6th-birthday.html' title='6th Birthday'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXRP9rH15qDNaphfcF2Knp-ixLEMt5cAhATwZn7eXDeHetfgzPK_bH9LoVzhLCFhqzIOEAD1PMrQ_GQw0Xi84pNJDQkUnr7QMqqfqsa11w1RfUVnzm3EkbEq_CSmlAj2R3ZoEXoapgKGY/s72-c/6th+Birthday.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001056396065455005.post-50641151664001908</id><published>2010-09-04T08:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T08:22:24.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Both kids went back to school this week. For Joshua, this is a big deal as he&#39;s starting Kindergarten in a new school, with lots of big kids and large classrooms. When the bus arrived, Joshua was more than excited to hop on. This was the part he was looking forward to - all he wants to do is ride on buses, trains, and planes. But what would happen when he got to school? Jen and I raced over to the school to make sure we were there to greet both kids an&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTynouusSd96DlYljWX9ZhPmoTO-A1z3ISuJe7NN3NizFAMoG3DQ8psWt9M-dqOcHopMzWlEeS41IBJWAingCOQeM02rTVcg19iho9hx_0ECBIxploAOhFLauNkwBielAScpu5LA2JOio/s1600/IMG_4506.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 162px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 121px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513032367376741378&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTynouusSd96DlYljWX9ZhPmoTO-A1z3ISuJe7NN3NizFAMoG3DQ8psWt9M-dqOcHopMzWlEeS41IBJWAingCOQeM02rTVcg19iho9hx_0ECBIxploAOhFLauNkwBielAScpu5LA2JOio/s320/IMG_4506.JPG&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d watch them file into their classrooms. They were both smiling and waving as they got off the bus, and headed separate ways - Joshua to the little playground outside the Kindergarten classes, and &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; off to the other side of the school where they have the classrooms for the big kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; was pretty excited to see some of her old friends, and has already started making new friends in her class. When she got home after her 2&lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; day, she said, &quot;Daddy, we already started doing real work!.&quot; Shocking....The nerve of those teachers....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, seems like we are off to a good start. Hard to believe I have a 3rd grader and &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Kindergartener&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsadaddaddadworld.blogspot.com/feeds/50641151664001908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3001056396065455005/50641151664001908?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001056396065455005/posts/default/50641151664001908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001056396065455005/posts/default/50641151664001908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsadaddaddadworld.blogspot.com/2010/09/back-to-school.html' title='Back To School'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTynouusSd96DlYljWX9ZhPmoTO-A1z3ISuJe7NN3NizFAMoG3DQ8psWt9M-dqOcHopMzWlEeS41IBJWAingCOQeM02rTVcg19iho9hx_0ECBIxploAOhFLauNkwBielAScpu5LA2JOio/s72-c/IMG_4506.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001056396065455005.post-1761708771869503543</id><published>2010-08-27T08:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T08:37:13.945-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who&#39;s Strict???</title><content type='html'>A recent conversation in our kitchen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joshua:&lt;/strong&gt;  Mommy, you&#39;re very strict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jen:&lt;/strong&gt;  Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joshua:&lt;/strong&gt; .....(pause).... What does &quot;strict&quot; mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jen:&lt;/strong&gt; (smiling) It means I have a lot of rules, and I enforce them.  I make sure you follow them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Joshua:&lt;/strong&gt;  Daddy, you&#39;re not strict.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsadaddaddadworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1761708771869503543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3001056396065455005/1761708771869503543?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001056396065455005/posts/default/1761708771869503543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001056396065455005/posts/default/1761708771869503543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsadaddaddadworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/whos-strict.html' title='Who&#39;s Strict???'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001056396065455005.post-7391822246537941868</id><published>2010-08-16T08:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T08:58:26.198-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It&#39;s been a great summer so far, with the kids growing and learning a lot. Joshua and &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; spent the first two weeks of summer at Farm Camp, where they spent their days learning how to grow organic vegetables, and prepare healthy foods from the farm-fresh produce. They then went to a local day camp for another 5 weeks where they engaged in typical summer activities like swimming, boating, fishing, arts &#39;n crafts, archery, climbing through a ropes course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a couple of big things to note:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUF13IN3Twzy_6mlxT5VebJQJP_R1AfHJG0yWRxcdaTZKtVaOEU1at7c4VNORjP2A08YDed1_q454B33Q4S7BlNdLkBnAYAzi_uhEl-SRPuqcOZIYZFmS6UQBy_yuf8s3dLIL0yju23Yc/s1600/Summer+Fun.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 163px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 107px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505990352127925906&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUF13IN3Twzy_6mlxT5VebJQJP_R1AfHJG0yWRxcdaTZKtVaOEU1at7c4VNORjP2A08YDed1_q454B33Q4S7BlNdLkBnAYAzi_uhEl-SRPuqcOZIYZFmS6UQBy_yuf8s3dLIL0yju23Yc/s320/Summer+Fun.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Joshua recently passed his &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;deepwater&lt;/span&gt; test at the camp pool, so he now has a complete pass to go into either of the two pools, and in any part regardless of water depth. In order to pass the test, he managed to swim from one side of the pool to the other without stopping (using his favorite frog/doggy paddle stroke), and then tread water for 30 seconds. He was very proud of himself when he passed. To be honest, Jen and I were quite surprised the lifeguards actually passed him. But we were both very impressed that he not only passed the test, but had the desire to take the test after he failed it earlier in the summer. Good persevering Buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Another big development this summer is that we are considering sending &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;sleepaway&lt;/span&gt; camp next summer. A couple of weeks ago we spent the weekend visiting some camps in the Berkshires, and they were all lovely places with lots of happy, smiling kids. After seeing the camps, &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; is even more excited about going away for four weeks. She says she is ready, and can&#39;t wait to leave. Good thing Jen and I have a year to prepare, because even though &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; is ready, this is going to very hard for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsadaddaddadworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7391822246537941868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3001056396065455005/7391822246537941868?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001056396065455005/posts/default/7391822246537941868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001056396065455005/posts/default/7391822246537941868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsadaddaddadworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/summer-fun.html' title='Summer Fun'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUF13IN3Twzy_6mlxT5VebJQJP_R1AfHJG0yWRxcdaTZKtVaOEU1at7c4VNORjP2A08YDed1_q454B33Q4S7BlNdLkBnAYAzi_uhEl-SRPuqcOZIYZFmS6UQBy_yuf8s3dLIL0yju23Yc/s72-c/Summer+Fun.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001056396065455005.post-1640463163434118607</id><published>2010-06-20T07:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T07:40:49.341-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father&#39;s Day!!!</title><content type='html'>Happy Father&#39;s Day to all you Dads out there.  Take this day to truly appreciate your family...and make sure they treat you like a king today - It&#39;s your day.  Take full advantage.  :-)</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsadaddaddadworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1640463163434118607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3001056396065455005/1640463163434118607?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001056396065455005/posts/default/1640463163434118607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001056396065455005/posts/default/1640463163434118607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsadaddaddadworld.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&#39;s Day!!!'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001056396065455005.post-7168807054242593456</id><published>2010-05-16T21:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T21:43:47.050-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bicycle"/><title type='text'>Joshua on Two Wheels</title><content type='html'>Less than a year after &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; started riding a two-wheeler, Joshua is now starting to master his bicycle. &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; was probably ready a year before we took her training wheels off, but we were a little slow in pushing her. So we took that knowledge, and applied it to Joshua, and started pushing him to ride his bike at age 5. And it paid off. After a couple of weeks of some spills and bruises, something clicked in his little mind, and he got it. &lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG2JRR5NijXFtj3U8rrHc9ONuaFUqJYhFH1b0rzH4ND0ZosLHegqZTBmBZKuD4R9PSgMHehHFEu7wWtw9Wwbol6W9RtspucMFvKIxu5_4bACCC6uByiqvoXzDqCW8f1-KPg-fSjkN2JMA/s1600/bicycle+jbw.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 130px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 78px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472044693180140210&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG2JRR5NijXFtj3U8rrHc9ONuaFUqJYhFH1b0rzH4ND0ZosLHegqZTBmBZKuD4R9PSgMHehHFEu7wWtw9Wwbol6W9RtspucMFvKIxu5_4bACCC6uByiqvoXzDqCW8f1-KPg-fSjkN2JMA/s320/bicycle+jbw.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He&#39;s at the stage now where he can ride for about 100 yards or so, but isn&#39;t confident enough yet to stop very easily. So he jams his feet on the ground and scurries with the bike until it comes to a stop. Sometimes he falls, sometimes he stays on his feet. But either way, he&#39;s having fun, and asks me when we can go riding again. We are so proud of our little man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s now time for me to get a bike so we can all go riding together.... oh boy.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsadaddaddadworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7168807054242593456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3001056396065455005/7168807054242593456?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001056396065455005/posts/default/7168807054242593456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001056396065455005/posts/default/7168807054242593456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsadaddaddadworld.blogspot.com/2010/05/joshua-on-two-wheels.html' title='Joshua on Two Wheels'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG2JRR5NijXFtj3U8rrHc9ONuaFUqJYhFH1b0rzH4ND0ZosLHegqZTBmBZKuD4R9PSgMHehHFEu7wWtw9Wwbol6W9RtspucMFvKIxu5_4bACCC6uByiqvoXzDqCW8f1-KPg-fSjkN2JMA/s72-c/bicycle+jbw.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001056396065455005.post-1797847418019847017</id><published>2009-10-15T10:03:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T11:28:16.603-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="baseball"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="foul balls"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="phillies"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="steve monforto"/><title type='text'>Phillies Dad Makes Us Proud</title><content type='html'>Did everyone see it last month? It was played repeatedly on ESPN, as well as the local and national news. It was even discussed on many radio and TV talk shows. It was the hit of YouTube for several days. Phillies fan, Steve Monforto, taught us all a lesson on how to handle unexpected situations with our kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve is a die-hard Phillies fan and has been going to games his whole life. He wanted to share his passion for his home team with his 3 year old daughter, as any Dad would, so he brought her to a recent game at Citizens Bank Park. &lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAcFKOx8tM3s3GJ6zvGzJZ3TMq2Vb_uu0lsEVuSacuf6xfWSKHkKe6D9FtBpuVjQc2Dd5qYbnc5S7JniJgE0wxqe8IIbcrbLAEqJEcZLiZBmOtgY5F3uIcMmFl-PAGEbcJtTTcpbxthfY/s1600-h/baseball.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 157px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 158px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392828901703593650&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAcFKOx8tM3s3GJ6zvGzJZ3TMq2Vb_uu0lsEVuSacuf6xfWSKHkKe6D9FtBpuVjQc2Dd5qYbnc5S7JniJgE0wxqe8IIbcrbLAEqJEcZLiZBmOtgY5F3uIcMmFl-PAGEbcJtTTcpbxthfY/s320/baseball.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As has been Steve’s lifelong dream, a foul ball off the bat of Jayson Werth, was hit right in his direction. Steve caught the ball with his bare hands, then promptly fist-pumped all the guys around him. What was his next move? He presented the trophy ball to his smiling little girl. This act alone exemplified him as a quality, caring Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did his daughter do next? What any 3-year old kid would do when you hand them a baseball: She threw it. (It was a pretty good throw, too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that very moment,Steve probably went through a rush of emotions. This was his first time ever grabbing a ball at a Phillies game after a lifetime of attending home games. I’m sure his first reaction was complete dismay at the loss of his just-acquired prize possession. But almost instantaneously, his Dad instincts kicked in, and he seemingly realized that not only had his cute little daughter done nothing wrong, she had actually done what he had been most likely teaching her since before she could crawl: how to throw a ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve’s next move was priceless. Instead of getting mad or showing the slightest bit of anger, he threw his arms up in the air in realization of what had happened, and then quickly gave his little girl a hug. A hug, as it turns out, that the whole nation saw and approved of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve, we at Dad World, want to welcome you to the Dad Hall Of Fame for showing outstanding and exemplary behavior towards your child in a potentially difficult and unexpected situation. Well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the YouTube clip here: &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gm3gE76BEgU&quot;&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gm3gE76BEgU&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsadaddaddadworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1797847418019847017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3001056396065455005/1797847418019847017?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001056396065455005/posts/default/1797847418019847017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001056396065455005/posts/default/1797847418019847017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsadaddaddadworld.blogspot.com/2009/10/phillies-fan-makes-us-proud.html' title='Phillies Dad Makes Us Proud'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAcFKOx8tM3s3GJ6zvGzJZ3TMq2Vb_uu0lsEVuSacuf6xfWSKHkKe6D9FtBpuVjQc2Dd5qYbnc5S7JniJgE0wxqe8IIbcrbLAEqJEcZLiZBmOtgY5F3uIcMmFl-PAGEbcJtTTcpbxthfY/s72-c/baseball.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001056396065455005.post-2397756156148107093</id><published>2009-08-16T21:03:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T21:47:09.141-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Swimming with &quot;None Bubble&quot;</title><content type='html'>Joshua recently surprised us in a very big way. We were at a pool party, splashing around, having a good time, and Joshua, as usual, was clinging to me very tightly, the way a baby chimpanzee clings to its mother as she swings from tree limb to tree limb. Things were pretty normal ....until he says to me, &quot;Daddy, let go of me. I can swim with none bubble.&quot; (&quot;Bubbles&quot; are the flotation devices they use at his summer camp) &lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1OiJEDEYHnUQsvmYQn8O70KDz2xvj3_zBx-dNoFTwc3oOCJunNtntBv76VsJH6cOCuBVFPu-0cXM98-ADHokgvvNOr4NrZ7dccDfKdLofYhFKmc0es_5jP7T31ydfeGlXIT2wVVP2hMw/s1600-h/michael+phelps.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 160px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370738929563541250&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1OiJEDEYHnUQsvmYQn8O70KDz2xvj3_zBx-dNoFTwc3oOCJunNtntBv76VsJH6cOCuBVFPu-0cXM98-ADHokgvvNOr4NrZ7dccDfKdLofYhFKmc0es_5jP7T31ydfeGlXIT2wVVP2hMw/s320/michael+phelps.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was too busy talking with the adult members of my family, and didn&#39;t even pay attention to his bold statement. But then he repeated it a few more times, with increasing volume, until he finally got my attention. &quot;You want me to let go of you???&quot; I asked incredulously. So I did....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, lo and behold, Joshua swam away from me and made his way to the ladder, about 7 or 8 feet away. I was in shock. I yelled for Jen to come look, and asked Joshua to do it again. He did. Now we were both in shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither of us had any idea he knew how to swim....well, &quot;swim&quot; is being generous. He does a strong doggy paddle, and actually looks like a frog making its way from one &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;lilly&lt;/span&gt; pad to another. But the point is, Joshua apparently learned to swim in his new summer camp, and Jen and I did not even know. We thought he still had a long way to go before he&#39;d be able to keep himself afloat, but boy were we wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are both so proud of Joshua as he grows and learns, and continues to surprise us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My two Dad goals for this year were to make sure &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; learns to ride a bicycle, and Joshua learns to swim. Both goals have been achieved, and it&#39;s only mid-August. Can I take the rest of the year off now?</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsadaddaddadworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2397756156148107093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3001056396065455005/2397756156148107093?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001056396065455005/posts/default/2397756156148107093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001056396065455005/posts/default/2397756156148107093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsadaddaddadworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/swimming-with-none-bubble.html' title='Swimming with &quot;None Bubble&quot;'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1OiJEDEYHnUQsvmYQn8O70KDz2xvj3_zBx-dNoFTwc3oOCJunNtntBv76VsJH6cOCuBVFPu-0cXM98-ADHokgvvNOr4NrZ7dccDfKdLofYhFKmc0es_5jP7T31ydfeGlXIT2wVVP2hMw/s72-c/michael+phelps.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3001056396065455005.post-7203204309242455507</id><published>2009-07-26T20:46:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T21:20:14.087-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Riding A Bicycle</title><content type='html'>Well, it&#39;s official...&lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; can now ride a two-wheeler. Since we took off the training wheels a couple of months ago, &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; has been practicing on our sidewalk. I&#39;ve been using a method where I take one of my old, ugly ties, and wrap one end around &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; and hold onto the other end, so I can gently re-direct her if she loses balance (Thanks for the tip &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_3&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Portnay&lt;/span&gt; family).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3zzrZ6pfeFX9jkOf5LQjZ0VzGo9UVj5zo7_Rl2Srs7f8aBJMQVe62I33M2k7dGxE9E_wVTgAMh_QWvmfHvIwx-RxdivH5yfBB_0xIJwLQ3WDmgBZZ0q_85-uvcz_60SdqUU-7a7VL2mY/s1600-h/Bicycle+2+wheeler.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 160px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362939763402801314&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3zzrZ6pfeFX9jkOf5LQjZ0VzGo9UVj5zo7_Rl2Srs7f8aBJMQVe62I33M2k7dGxE9E_wVTgAMh_QWvmfHvIwx-RxdivH5yfBB_0xIJwLQ3WDmgBZZ0q_85-uvcz_60SdqUU-7a7VL2mY/s320/Bicycle+2+wheeler.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, I was constantly yanking on the tie, pulling &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; to one side or the other so she wouldn&#39;t fall off the bicycle. But lately, I found myself keeping the tie slack - basically doing nothing as she rode for some pretty good distances. The main problem was that she was riding on the sidewalk, which is not very wide, and most of the houses on the block have stone walls coming up against the sidewalk. Being that &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_5&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; was still very wobbly on the bike, she kept crashing into these walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it made sense that we should take her to a big empty parking lot where there is nothing to crash into. This way, she could ride as wobbly as she wants without crashing into anything...And I think this did the trick.... About 10 minutes into it, &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_6&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; said &quot;Dad, let go of the tie now&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow...what a big moment on so many levels....&lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_7&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; telling me to let &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_8&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;go&lt;/span&gt; of the tie so she can be independent. Well, this &lt;em&gt;was&lt;/em&gt; the moment we had been working toward for a long time. And off she went - riding her bike through the parking lot, with reckless abandon. It was great. Jen and I are so proud of &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_9&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt;, and more importantly &lt;span id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_10&quot; class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot;&gt;Rebecca&lt;/span&gt; is proud of herself. Now we have to work on stopping...but one thing at a time.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsadaddaddadworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7203204309242455507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/3001056396065455005/7203204309242455507?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001056396065455005/posts/default/7203204309242455507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3001056396065455005/posts/default/7203204309242455507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsadaddaddadworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/riding-bicycle.html' title='Riding A Bicycle'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3zzrZ6pfeFX9jkOf5LQjZ0VzGo9UVj5zo7_Rl2Srs7f8aBJMQVe62I33M2k7dGxE9E_wVTgAMh_QWvmfHvIwx-RxdivH5yfBB_0xIJwLQ3WDmgBZZ0q_85-uvcz_60SdqUU-7a7VL2mY/s72-c/Bicycle+2+wheeler.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>