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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EHRn8zfCp7ImA9WhdTEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3273519984168100526</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:53:57.184-04:00</updated><category term="Cynthia" /><category term="Party" /><category term="Amir" /><category term="Wedding" /><category term="Family" /><category term="Music" /><category term="Parenting" /><category term="Real Estate" /><category term="Trying" /><category term="Friends" /><category term="Flying" /><category term="Vacation" /><category term="Clothes" /><category term="Life" /><category term="Kiki" /><category term="Bella" /><category term="General" /><category term="Travel" /><category term="Birthdays" /><category term="Seasons" /><category term="Celebration" /><category term="Humor" /><category term="Growing" /><category term="Video" /><category term="School" /><title>The Dekel Daily</title><subtitle type="html">"I don't care how poor a man is; if he has family, he's rich."</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dekeldaily.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://dekeldaily.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273519984168100526/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>MommyDekel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312013121378187949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/TheDekelDaily" /><feedburner:info uri="thedekeldaily" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4ASXw9fyp7ImA9WxJWF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3273519984168100526.post-4741310243992430075</id><published>2009-06-23T13:25:00.036-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T16:29:08.267-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-23T16:29:08.267-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kiki" /><title>First Born</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:125%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF33;"&gt;Making the decision to have a child- it's momentous. It is to decide forever to have your heart go walking outside your body. ~ Elizabeth Stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:auto;mso-margin-bottom-alt:auto; line-height:125%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;After a challenging pregnancy, and sleepless few months post-pregnancy, I'm ready to start blogging again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SkEqikxlEdI/AAAAAAAABCw/hzyo9j7EGzE/s320/Pregnant+with+Kiki.jpg" /&gt;Before the memories of my two beautiful daughters begin to blend together, and before Bella gets the larger share of posts since I am home with her most often, I wanted to take a chance to reminisce about Kiki, Mikayla Ainsley Dekel, my first born, the child who truly opened my heart, shattered it actually,  and who is growing wildly before my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kiki the Baby&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SkEq0WS9RhI/AAAAAAAABC4/N9N5jSSL_zo/s320/Abba+and+Kiki+in+the+hospital.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was vivacious from day one. I remember taking her with me to an appointment with the Doctor who delivered her, and he told me she was the most alert baby he'd ever seen. I believe she was 4 weeks at the time. Cheerful, studious, beautiful, and also from birth fought sleep. Too much to see, do, miss I suppose. She was such a happy baby! I'm going to resist comparing the two for now...&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SkExJHMnTmI/AAAAAAAABDI/IqlbVWz9QgU/s320/Kiki+with+Mommy+and+Abba-+4+months.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SkEsAtk9etI/AAAAAAAABDA/z5qgrub54Lw/s320/Standing+edited.jpg" /&gt;Kiki the Toddler&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fearless for sure. She almost never cried, cries really. It's true, she fell right on her face one day running full speed down a VERY steep hill at about 18 months, completely scratched up one side of her face and body, and not a peep came out of her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SkEyjsSLHAI/AAAAAAAABDY/XZPdWYOb2kE/s320/Kiki+at+two.jpg" /&gt;Kiki just got right back up and started the trek again. She would beg to go down a huge water slide at the pool over and over, and was climbing EVERYTHING starting at a year. She's been dressing herself since about then too, and definitely has always had her own opinions. "I can do it my own self" was her mantra. She loves to be with her friends and her family, and still just so full of life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SkExnQfkAmI/AAAAAAAABDQ/aP9-2DIEX2k/s320/Kiki+and+Sophie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SkEz5iwCKCI/AAAAAAAABDg/KbWLImiub_o/s320/Kiki+and+Jed.jpg" /&gt;Kiki the Little Girl&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Breaks my heart a little. She is growing up so fast, the last year is a blur to me. I don't see any baby left in her. She is smart, friendly, a little tiny bit mischievous, creative, imaginative, FULL of energy, and she loves her parents and her sister (even if she is jealous, and, yes, she is) and her friends. She is loyal way beyond her years, completely devoted to two friends especially. One who she has known since she was an infant and one since she started school. Like all children I suppose, she loves to play, revels in attention, has a whole range of emotions, and is pretty good at sharing them. The addition of baby does affect her, and we can only hope to navigate with care these uncharted waters and keep the one of a kind personality thriving.&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SkE2M9JW31I/AAAAAAAABDo/bLuYHMv2uCA/s320/Kiki+and+Bella.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love this child. &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SkE3ATiUjGI/AAAAAAAABDw/NC73OXcY8fc/s320/Princess+Kiki.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot wait to see what tomorrow brings, and heaven knows I am SOOOOO grateful for today. Thank you for this family. THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3273519984168100526-4741310243992430075?l=dekeldaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDekelDaily/~4/v_f9bOpA0cQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dekeldaily.blogspot.com/feeds/4741310243992430075/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3273519984168100526&amp;postID=4741310243992430075" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273519984168100526/posts/default/4741310243992430075?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273519984168100526/posts/default/4741310243992430075?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDekelDaily/~3/v_f9bOpA0cQ/first-born.html" title="First Born" /><author><name>MommyDekel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312013121378187949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SkEqikxlEdI/AAAAAAAABCw/hzyo9j7EGzE/s72-c/Pregnant+with+Kiki.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dekeldaily.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-born.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMNSH46eCp7ImA9WxJWF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3273519984168100526.post-8900315267382825036</id><published>2009-06-15T21:26:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T16:21:39.010-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-23T16:21:39.010-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Bella" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kiki" /><title>Overdue</title><content type="html">&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,0)"&gt;But what minutes! Count them by sensation, and not by calendars, and each moment is a day. ~Benjamin Disraeli&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse"&gt;I actually haven't posted since last year! We've been a busy family, and hopefully will begin posting again faithfully as we experience life with four and slowly come out of the new baby haze. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse"&gt;Today, our Bella Brannon, who will be 10 weeks tomorrow, turned over for the first time. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="BORDER-COLLAPSE: separate"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse"&gt;Surprisingly, it was just as exciting as when Kiki turned over and almos&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="BORDER-COLLAPSE: separate"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse"&gt;t as fun as the first smile. These moments are monumental and beautiful, I believe. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse"&gt;Kiki was absolutely glowing when she saw her baby sister turn over, and kept telling her how proud she was of her as we made Bella repeat her achievement over and over ;-).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c505f6f3e5afd1f2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;
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I wrote a little bit about her name on my genealogy blog (&lt;a href="http://dream-of-genea.blogspot.com/2009/04/two-bellas-5-generations-apart.html"&gt;link here&lt;/a&gt;), but we haven't gotten around to posting any pictures yet. So here's a quick photo dump for everyone to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still in the OR, right after the nurses cleaned her up:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ6xS1EC-Ns/SeOF8oeRAkI/AAAAAAAAAZI/zEM0ig-qgac/s1600-h/IMG_4062-w800-h600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ6xS1EC-Ns/SeOF8oeRAkI/AAAAAAAAAZI/zEM0ig-qgac/s400/IMG_4062-w800-h600.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324246461185065538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the nursery, getting her first bath:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ6xS1EC-Ns/SeOF8mTN2jI/AAAAAAAAAZA/aI_uO_dLQlw/s1600-h/IMG_4071-w800-h600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ6xS1EC-Ns/SeOF8mTN2jI/AAAAAAAAAZA/aI_uO_dLQlw/s400/IMG_4071-w800-h600.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324246460601850418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiki has been amazing with Bella and loves to hold her and comfort her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ6xS1EC-Ns/SeOF8ULuwMI/AAAAAAAAAY4/OIfyeKKbHtY/s1600-h/IMG_4109-w800-h600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ6xS1EC-Ns/SeOF8ULuwMI/AAAAAAAAAY4/OIfyeKKbHtY/s400/IMG_4109-w800-h600.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324246455738613954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it was Passover, we all got matching seder-plate shirts and a onesie for Bella:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ6xS1EC-Ns/SeOF8UnUeJI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Db1W5znRcpk/s1600-h/IMG_4119-w800-h600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ6xS1EC-Ns/SeOF8UnUeJI/AAAAAAAAAYw/Db1W5znRcpk/s400/IMG_4119-w800-h600.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324246455854332050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My three girls:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ6xS1EC-Ns/SeOF8MSOa8I/AAAAAAAAAYo/QzBtMqet7Ew/s1600-h/IMG_4135-w800-h600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ6xS1EC-Ns/SeOF8MSOa8I/AAAAAAAAAYo/QzBtMqet7Ew/s400/IMG_4135-w800-h600.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324246453618371522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my babies:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ6xS1EC-Ns/SeOG9Ad9pMI/AAAAAAAAAZg/7GWi71S3_Ac/s1600-h/IMG_4146-w800-h600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ6xS1EC-Ns/SeOG9Ad9pMI/AAAAAAAAAZg/7GWi71S3_Ac/s400/IMG_4146-w800-h600.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324247567137875138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready to go home:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ6xS1EC-Ns/SeOG9OUfkxI/AAAAAAAAAZY/r7eqigibyLQ/s1600-h/IMG_4151-w800-h600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ6xS1EC-Ns/SeOG9OUfkxI/AAAAAAAAAZY/r7eqigibyLQ/s400/IMG_4151-w800-h600.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324247570856252178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First night at home, girls in matching pajamas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ6xS1EC-Ns/SeOG866vQkI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/XHLH1vplXf0/s1600-h/IMG_4156-w800-h600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ6xS1EC-Ns/SeOG866vQkI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/XHLH1vplXf0/s400/IMG_4156-w800-h600.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324247565647954498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as you can understand we've been home for a couple of days and so far I can tell you that this kid is certainly a night owl. She only cries when she is hungry or when she needs her diapers changed, which is pretty much every 15 minutes. She makes the funniest grunts and squeaks when she sleeps and is a very strong baby. She lifts her head up and if she's got her arms or legs bent, good luck trying to stretch them out (for putting on sleeves or diapers). The hospital photographer was shocked when she saw here hold her head up at 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can honestly say that I don't remember any of this from when Kiki was born. Which means that no matter what happens, we're all going to be fine in the end, right? Anyway, more pictures later. I am going to try to take a nap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3273519984168100526-2515238510683339148?l=dekeldaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDekelDaily/~4/eLlohfQ4BcQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dekeldaily.blogspot.com/feeds/2515238510683339148/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3273519984168100526&amp;postID=2515238510683339148" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273519984168100526/posts/default/2515238510683339148?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273519984168100526/posts/default/2515238510683339148?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDekelDaily/~3/eLlohfQ4BcQ/baby-bella-is-here.html" title="Baby Bella is Here!" /><author><name>Abba-Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16089473766267377501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="7" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ6xS1EC-Ns/SKi3LEuQLJI/AAAAAAAAAIg/FDHEqjcYecg/S220/IMG_1473.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ6xS1EC-Ns/SeOF8oeRAkI/AAAAAAAAAZI/zEM0ig-qgac/s72-c/IMG_4062-w800-h600.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dekeldaily.blogspot.com/2009/04/baby-bella-is-here.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4ER3g7eSp7ImA9WxVaEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3273519984168100526.post-6314993496980989717</id><published>2009-04-07T08:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T08:55:06.601-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-07T08:55:06.601-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Birthdays" /><title>The day has finally arrived</title><content type="html">We haven't been doing a great job of updating this blog, but that's all about to change. Our newest family addition will be arriving later today and this space will start getting filled with baby  and big sister pictures very soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More updates later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3273519984168100526-6314993496980989717?l=dekeldaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDekelDaily/~4/LFqzk4piZ0g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dekeldaily.blogspot.com/feeds/6314993496980989717/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3273519984168100526&amp;postID=6314993496980989717" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273519984168100526/posts/default/6314993496980989717?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273519984168100526/posts/default/6314993496980989717?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDekelDaily/~3/LFqzk4piZ0g/day-has-finally-arrived.html" title="The day has finally arrived" /><author><name>Abba-Dad</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16089473766267377501</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="33" height="7" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ6xS1EC-Ns/SKi3LEuQLJI/AAAAAAAAAIg/FDHEqjcYecg/S220/IMG_1473.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dekeldaily.blogspot.com/2009/04/day-has-finally-arrived.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QEQ3w5cCp7ImA9WxRUEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3273519984168100526.post-6601364907033067744</id><published>2008-11-18T15:24:00.038-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T20:48:22.228-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-18T20:48:22.228-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kiki" /><title>Family</title><content type="html">&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"Whoever says I love you the most will live forever." ~ Kiki Dekel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SSMsHS528SI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/SHCr6UGLMUA/s1600-h/Fairy+Princess.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SSNrcEEd9aI/AAAAAAAAA-w/QmrdC3G698U/s1600-h/Kiki+feeding+the+calf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270174118826603938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SSNrcEEd9aI/AAAAAAAAA-w/QmrdC3G698U/s320/Kiki+feeding+the+calf.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kiki, Abba, and I were playing the "I love you" game the other day, when Kiki decided the rules would be "whoever says I love you the most will live forever". I thought this was so profound for a 3 3/4 year old (just ask her how old she is, she'll tell you). It's true, isn't it? The people with the most open hearts do live forever in the spirit of those they touch.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SSMsPUNZJvI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/gJAdMh9qhjA/s1600-h/Dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270104630588155634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SSMsPUNZJvI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/gJAdMh9qhjA/s320/Dinner.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SSMsX6BC3DI/AAAAAAAAA-g/wUrsA-_blag/s1600-h/Savta,+Kiki,+and+Abba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270104778175863858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SSMsX6BC3DI/AAAAAAAAA-g/wUrsA-_blag/s320/Savta,+Kiki,+and+Abba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kiki also declared that because she has "two grandmas, Savta and Meemaw, I am a very lucky girl". She is lucky, and so are we for a countless number of reasons.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SSMsmRbUESI/AAAAAAAAA-o/rxjENhjqZfo/s1600-h/Kiki+and+Saba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270105024978227490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SSMsmRbUESI/AAAAAAAAA-o/rxjENhjqZfo/s320/Kiki+and+Saba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of those being a recent visit from Savta and Saba from Israel. It was so nice to have them with us- Kiki reveled in the constant attention- and to have the chance to connect and talk in person. We love when family comes to stay, and Saba and Savta are a lot of fun to have around as you can see from the pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another reason we consider ourselves lucky, beyond blessed actually, is that, God willing, we will be expanding our family in the Spring. Another baby girl no less!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SSNryACzbjI/AAAAAAAAA-4/WWRs6IVjhEA/s1600-h/Our+house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270174495703002674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SSNryACzbjI/AAAAAAAAA-4/WWRs6IVjhEA/s320/Our+house.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been a really good couple of months with trips to the beach with our neighborhood family, and a trip to Disney world with Meemaw and our cousins, and, of course, our visit from Savta and Saba. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SSNr63LSn6I/AAAAAAAAA_A/tbOVIp3gnV8/s1600-h/On+the+beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270174647941504930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SSNr63LSn6I/AAAAAAAAA_A/tbOVIp3gnV8/s320/On+the+beach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, we have more family to look forward to over Thanksgiving when my Uncle Glenn and Aunt Jane are coming up, and then in December, Amir's Uncle Hanoch, Aunt Shoshi, and their children Mickey and Ronnie will come!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SSNsFuoSeYI/AAAAAAAAA_I/B-psKd3Kkac/s1600-h/Hats.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270174834625771906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SSNsFuoSeYI/AAAAAAAAA_I/B-psKd3Kkac/s320/Hats.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SSNsP446rVI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/B4JLOSBRdhI/s1600-h/Storms+comin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270175009178561874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SSNsP446rVI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/B4JLOSBRdhI/s320/Storms+comin.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SSNs27yTpXI/AAAAAAAAA_g/yIUVu65oOqE/s1600-h/More+Cousins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270175679971042674" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SSNs27yTpXI/AAAAAAAAA_g/yIUVu65oOqE/s320/More+Cousins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SSNsrtH4ZOI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/JrEXbkYmo90/s1600-h/Says+it+all.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270175487056438498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SSNsrtH4ZOI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/JrEXbkYmo90/s320/Says+it+all.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SSNtBkDtlrI/AAAAAAAAA_o/zTpUOhrH90I/s1600-h/Chef+Mickey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270175862580156082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SSNtBkDtlrI/AAAAAAAAA_o/zTpUOhrH90I/s320/Chef+Mickey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SSNtLPH6ARI/AAAAAAAAA_w/JDMjUKv9dVI/s1600-h/I+love+you+Minnie+but+I+have+to+go+potty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270176028759294226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SSNtLPH6ARI/AAAAAAAAA_w/JDMjUKv9dVI/s320/I+love+you+Minnie+but+I+have+to+go+potty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270176899519529986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SSNt969UxAI/AAAAAAAAA_4/mQh7KE3ffyQ/s320/Think+Abba%27s+having+fun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So very lucky...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3273519984168100526-6601364907033067744?l=dekeldaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDekelDaily/~4/MT4BB5vuPlM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dekeldaily.blogspot.com/feeds/6601364907033067744/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3273519984168100526&amp;postID=6601364907033067744" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273519984168100526/posts/default/6601364907033067744?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273519984168100526/posts/default/6601364907033067744?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDekelDaily/~3/MT4BB5vuPlM/family.html" title="Family" /><author><name>MommyDekel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312013121378187949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SSNrcEEd9aI/AAAAAAAAA-w/QmrdC3G698U/s72-c/Kiki+feeding+the+calf.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dekeldaily.blogspot.com/2008/11/family.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cBQHg5eSp7ImA9WxdbFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3273519984168100526.post-1995597267647068679</id><published>2008-08-11T22:44:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T23:17:31.621-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-11T23:17:31.621-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Parenting" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friends" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kiki" /><title>Kiki's Marriage Proposals</title><content type="html">&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I Tried to Teach My Child with Books;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;He Gave Me Only Puzzled Looks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I Tried to Teach My Child with Words;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;They Passed Him by Often Unheard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Despairingly, I Turned Aside;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"How Shall I Teach this Child," I cried?&lt;br /&gt;Into My Hand He Put the Key,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;"Come," He Said, "Play with Me."&lt;br /&gt;~ Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think a lot about being a good parent. Wondering if I am one. How can I be better? Will it make a difference? Do I pay enough attention? Do I pay too much attention? Does Kiki suffer because I don’t always want to play? How much do my actions, thoughts, feelings affect my daughter? Do I even deserve this beautiful child that has entered our life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SKD9Pi-onMI/AAAAAAAAAy4/dlNxspVIFwE/s1600-h/Mmmm+Ice+Cream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233461210533895362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SKD9Pi-onMI/AAAAAAAAAy4/dlNxspVIFwE/s320/Mmmm+Ice+Cream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It seems like Kiki went from being two to being three in the blink of an eye. I feel like I missed a year somehow and want to do my best to make the most of the time we spend together. I want her to enjoy most moments in life, to be a good person, to respect others, and to respect herself. I want her to be thoughtful, educated, humble, relaxed, and confident. Not too much to hope for, to strive for, is it? How &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; we teach her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SKD95GVx6MI/AAAAAAAAAzA/NHKF-ZsMyII/s1600-h/Kiki+and+the+Twins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233461924400851138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SKD95GVx6MI/AAAAAAAAAzA/NHKF-ZsMyII/s320/Kiki+and+the+Twins.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not every moment is going to be some profound learning experience, but she is always watching. We spent the weekend visiting with Meemaw (fun trip to American Girl), planting a tomato plant, and attending a “getting to know you” brunch with her new friends from next year’s class at school. Simple, but fun. She does see how we interact with (and treat) other people. How fun it is to be with family. How we can't get everything we want. And, the magic of the word please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SKD-TCwBrQI/AAAAAAAAAzI/BVP2G-Cmz3c/s1600-h/Tomato+Planting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233462370113793282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SKD-TCwBrQI/AAAAAAAAAzI/BVP2G-Cmz3c/s320/Tomato+Planting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Which brings me to Kiki’s marriage proposals. A few weeks ago, the mother of one of Kiki’s great friends at school told me a funny story. Her son, Jed (on the seesaw with Kiki in the pics), was asking her if he would get married someday. She told him she hoped so. He asked her who he might marry. She said she didn’t know, they’d have to wait and see. He asks, how about Kiki? She said sure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SKD-e175cLI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/1-qnzDsKk6g/s1600-h/Seesaw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233462572832354482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SKD-e175cLI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/1-qnzDsKk6g/s320/Seesaw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the brunch, another mother whose son is in Kiki’s class told me she had a very similar conversation recently with her son. He also asked if he could marry Kiki :-D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with all the worrying, I suppose we must be doing something right. By the way, we’d be very happy with either suitor, but Kiki has declared herself too young to get married ;-).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3273519984168100526-1995597267647068679?l=dekeldaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDekelDaily/~4/Nf3aEBMv8R4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dekeldaily.blogspot.com/feeds/1995597267647068679/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3273519984168100526&amp;postID=1995597267647068679" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273519984168100526/posts/default/1995597267647068679?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273519984168100526/posts/default/1995597267647068679?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDekelDaily/~3/Nf3aEBMv8R4/kikis-marriage-proposals.html" title="Kiki's Marriage Proposals" /><author><name>MommyDekel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312013121378187949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SKD9Pi-onMI/AAAAAAAAAy4/dlNxspVIFwE/s72-c/Mmmm+Ice+Cream.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dekeldaily.blogspot.com/2008/08/kikis-marriage-proposals.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkADRHs5eCp7ImA9WxdUGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3273519984168100526.post-4834687369041767275</id><published>2008-08-05T19:26:00.045-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T22:12:55.520-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-05T22:12:55.520-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friends" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kiki" /><title>It's Been A While</title><content type="html">&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;In everyone's life, at some time, our inner fire goes out. It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being. We should all be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner spirit.~ Albert Schweitzer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend Eric (Allyson’s hubby) cut out this cartoon (if you click on it, it will come up larger so you can read it) for me which is funny on it’s own, but even funnier to me because he is always teasing me about putting up blog posts almost every day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ6xS1EC-Ns/SJkIlrmji7I/AAAAAAAAAHA/GHQQyC1wQa0/s1600-h/comic1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ6xS1EC-Ns/SJkIlrmji7I/AAAAAAAAAHA/GHQQyC1wQa0/s400/comic1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231221885620161458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He told Allyson she didn’t need to see me, talk to me on the phone, or even email me, because she can find out everything that is going on in my life just by looking at the website. I like sarcasm :-D. Really.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SJjicx0StdI/AAAAAAAAAwY/S6DEptrbGk4/s1600-h/The+Halevi%27s+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SJj0DdrVX5I/AAAAAAAAAxw/W9mEYzARpvk/s1600-h/The+Halevi%27s+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231199307534000018" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SJj0DdrVX5I/AAAAAAAAAxw/W9mEYzARpvk/s320/The+Halevi%27s+WEB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, it has been a while, for me anyway, since I’ve written anything. We had another international visit this weekend from one of Amir’s oldest friends and his family. Amir and Oren served in the army together and spent many months in tents on the border of Lebanon. I guess that can bond you pretty quickly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SJjioFrqtwI/AAAAAAAAAwg/FLrP7XKCVmA/s1600-h/The+Girls+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SJj0PRHrqtI/AAAAAAAAAx4/OfnncAnvHSE/s1600-h/The+Girls+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231199510321670866" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SJj0PRHrqtI/AAAAAAAAAx4/OfnncAnvHSE/s320/The+Girls+WEB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Elanit joined their group early on, and is generally the only girl allowed when their guy friends get together in Israel. Guy and Joey round out the family and are amazing kids. Such a cool family- I'm glad I inherited them with Amir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SJj0jq7q_qI/AAAAAAAAAyA/uLQWBhL8y2U/s1600-h/Kiki+getting+ready+to+jump.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231199860848000674" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SJj0jq7q_qI/AAAAAAAAAyA/uLQWBhL8y2U/s320/Kiki+getting+ready+to+jump.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today Kiki had her first visit to the Dentist. It could have gone either way- heaven knows we struggle with getting her to brush her teeth- but once again she was a complete pro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SJj0usWTlAI/AAAAAAAAAyI/sxmus1Jd4RI/s1600-h/Ready+set.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231200050206708738" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SJj0usWTlAI/AAAAAAAAAyI/sxmus1Jd4RI/s320/Ready+set.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She went with the Dentist without Mommy, and he said she did everything they asked without even the littlest fuss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SJj09-khMSI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/i7LW0CujNS0/s1600-h/GO%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231200312796197154" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SJj09-khMSI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/i7LW0CujNS0/s320/GO%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In fact, she really enjoyed it, and everywhere we went after (including a willing trip to the medical doctor) she announced that she was a big girl who went to the dentist today! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SJjjy9zjEgI/AAAAAAAAAxA/BiCtwGEPUMU/s1600-h/The+Landing.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SJj1EpSPdmI/AAAAAAAAAyY/wz8j4wBA63c/s1600-h/The+Landing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231200427341477474" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SJj1EpSPdmI/AAAAAAAAAyY/wz8j4wBA63c/s320/The+Landing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She also told everyone that she and Mommy are twins (we were dressed alike, but I don’t think they bought the twin theory ;-D).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SJjkHf_4TqI/AAAAAAAAAxI/0a1wlXibKAE/s1600-h/Mommy+and+Kiki.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SJj1XY3A-TI/AAAAAAAAAyg/jd2QeZBZRWs/s1600-h/Mommy+and+Kiki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231200749349828914" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SJj1XY3A-TI/AAAAAAAAAyg/jd2QeZBZRWs/s320/Mommy+and+Kiki.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kiki decided to become a photographer today as well. The pictures of the two of us from today, she took. One of them you can see we are holding hands. That’s because she told me “I want to take a holding hands picture of us together”. So sweet! I also have a gazillion that she took of just me and “her” new carpet, but won’t bore you with all of those ;-D…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SJjkPHyGLGI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/Dh7_mRUe0-I/s1600-h/Mommy+and+Kiki+Part+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SJj1f-5226I/AAAAAAAAAyo/TE92GE2OPCA/s1600-h/Mommy+and+Kiki+Part+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231200897001249698" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SJj1f-5226I/AAAAAAAAAyo/TE92GE2OPCA/s320/Mommy+and+Kiki+Part+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She had me smiling and laughing all day- euphoric at times. Do you know what I mean when I say that today was one of the best days of my life yet nothing extraordinary happened? That’s what children do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3273519984168100526-4834687369041767275?l=dekeldaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDekelDaily/~4/MK_TGdkXelw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dekeldaily.blogspot.com/feeds/4834687369041767275/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3273519984168100526&amp;postID=4834687369041767275" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273519984168100526/posts/default/4834687369041767275?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273519984168100526/posts/default/4834687369041767275?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDekelDaily/~3/MK_TGdkXelw/its-been-while.html" title="It's Been A While" /><author><name>MommyDekel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312013121378187949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ6xS1EC-Ns/SJkIlrmji7I/AAAAAAAAAHA/GHQQyC1wQa0/s72-c/comic1.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dekeldaily.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-been-while.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08CSXk_eip7ImA9WxdUEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3273519984168100526.post-2256274273112659176</id><published>2008-07-27T21:12:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T22:24:28.742-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-27T22:24:28.742-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friends" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kiki" /><title>Sophie Spends the Night</title><content type="html">&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;If you never did you should. These things are fun and fun is good. ~ Dr. Seuss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SI0mD1MwgWI/AAAAAAAAAvY/Hiku2-nT1Xk/s1600-h/Rolling+Dough.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227876589709066594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SI0mD1MwgWI/AAAAAAAAAvY/Hiku2-nT1Xk/s400/Rolling+Dough.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The girls have been asking us for another sleepover, so Kiki had Sophie come spend the night on Friday. We started off the evening with a trip to Lorraine's house for a children's mani/ pedi. How lucky we are to have the toddler charmers (aka the Loomis') just a few houses down! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SI0mMXKDZTI/AAAAAAAAAvg/sLhIuMmNlvU/s1600-h/Toe+Toes+Painted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227876736263480626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SI0mMXKDZTI/AAAAAAAAAvg/sLhIuMmNlvU/s400/Toe+Toes+Painted.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me backtrack for a second to Thursday night when my husband decided to become a lawn guy and got a terrible allergic reaction to something outside and spent the night in the ER. Turns out it was a spider bite and his toe now looks like a three-fanged monster took a nibble out of it. Check out his &lt;a href="http://www.abba-dad.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; for the whole saga. Thankfully, thankfully, thankfully, he is fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227876971579517090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SI0maDxxKKI/AAAAAAAAAvo/qgg3r42X-Cc/s400/Handsome+Abba.jpg" border="0" /&gt;So, as I mentioned, after Amir recovered, we were ready for Sophie's visit. First came the nail painting, then we had a make your own pizza party, followed by a video, bedtime story, and finally, sleep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls nearly came to blows over what movie to watch. Kiki wanted Caspion, Sophie wanted Ariel. Both ocean creature stories- don't see what the problem was! They decided on Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SI0mriG4opI/AAAAAAAAAvw/lCpr3U8QvnE/s1600-h/Flour+Everywhere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227877271778927250" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SI0mriG4opI/AAAAAAAAAvw/lCpr3U8QvnE/s400/Flour+Everywhere.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Other than that, they got along famously and generally teamed up on Abba and I. You'll see from the video all the fun names they came up with for Amir, and during my attempt to read them Fancy Nancy at bedtime they pretty much went nuts. I'm sure I was jumped on at least 45 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227877541591188882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SI0m7PPJBZI/AAAAAAAAAv4/4XMMNqezxC0/s400/Sophie+Smiles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Kept reading though- I can't think of anything more fun! Really. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SI0nJiOTwrI/AAAAAAAAAwA/kI0NA3DJ6wg/s1600-h/Storytime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227877787206140594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SI0nJiOTwrI/AAAAAAAAAwA/kI0NA3DJ6wg/s400/Storytime.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the story attempt, Amir and I left the room to let them sleep. Of course we hear some giggling, more jumping, some talking, then some yelling (for Abba- when did I become second choice again???), and then some crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ran up, Kiki insisted a REAL person sleep on the air mattress with her, and Abba obliged. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227878050744322658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 378px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 275px" height="283" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SI0nY3-tSmI/AAAAAAAAAwI/o8FpoYfDJLY/s400/Asleep.jpg" width="385" border="0" /&gt;They both fell asleep shortly thereafter, and we didn't hear from them again until the &lt;em&gt;heart stopping&lt;/em&gt; "COCK-A-DOODLE DOO!!!!!!!!!" we were awakened with in our ears in the morning. It was soooo funny even at 6:39 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saint Amir got up with them and let me sleep in a little. Then, Meemaw came over, we met the Balzuweit's for lunch, and sadly gave them back their daughter. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SI0n5ZpWK7I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/Zcjz3tMyyYw/s1600-h/Princess+Breakfast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227878609537346482" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SI0n5ZpWK7I/AAAAAAAAAwQ/Zcjz3tMyyYw/s400/Princess+Breakfast.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great evening for great friends, and we look forward to next time as much as Kiki and Sophie do...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-88c799588fe2c1cb" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;
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They had a full day layover in Atlanta on their way back home from an Alaskan cruise. As you can see from the quote above, Nehama made an impression on me from the start :-D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225285271653517602" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="292" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SIPxRRL9CSI/AAAAAAAAAu4/O9TpCYlHa00/s400/Kiki+and+the+Fish+WEB.jpg" width="386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amir and Kiki saw them just last week in Israel, and today we got to see them in Atlanta! Unbelievable how quickly we are able to transverse continents. Haim and Nehama have been to Holland and Germany and now North America just in the last two months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225287729095617458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SIPzgT3zq7I/AAAAAAAAAvA/loRGkv1-x4Q/s400/Kiki+and+the+Jellyfish+WEB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We took them to the Aquarium (it &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; the largest in the world) and to Atlantic Station (shopping and Rosa Mexicana). It was wonderful to see them, especially for me since I did not have the chance in Israel. They're already back to the airport for the final leg of their trip, and I am reminded once again that although we can visit, it's not like living close.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SIPzx-bHhpI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Fa4NAO0n5XI/s1600-h/I+don%27t+want+to+high+five+that+giant+Depo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225288032575784594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SIPzx-bHhpI/AAAAAAAAAvI/Fa4NAO0n5XI/s400/I+don%27t+want+to+high+five+that+giant+Depo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, just a funny story about Kiki. Amir and I both were putting her to bed the other night, and she decided it isn't fair that she sleeps alone, and we get to sleep together. So, she was telling us she doesn't want to sleep by her own self, and I thought I would solve everything by giving her a beloved stuffed animal to sleep with. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;By the way, she never had any "attachment" item. Never took a pacifier, never had a blankie, never sucked her thumb, etc. That's a whole other story. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SIP3jgZSQ5I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/w420kttTldA/s1600-h/Kiki+and+Mommy+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225292182043378578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="214" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SIP3jgZSQ5I/AAAAAAAAAvQ/w420kttTldA/s400/Kiki+and+Mommy+WEB.jpg" width="371" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I gave her the animal, she throws it back at me with an incredulous look on her face, and tells me "No Mommy! I want to sleep with REAL people!". How is it that children become so smart so fast?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3273519984168100526-657884486414077755?l=dekeldaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDekelDaily/~4/Cta3Ge9kEcg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dekeldaily.blogspot.com/feeds/657884486414077755/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3273519984168100526&amp;postID=657884486414077755" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273519984168100526/posts/default/657884486414077755?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273519984168100526/posts/default/657884486414077755?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDekelDaily/~3/Cta3Ge9kEcg/its-small-world-after-all.html" title="It's a Small World After All" /><author><name>MommyDekel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312013121378187949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SIPwsnNpxoI/AAAAAAAAAuw/eQtOZJfhFlk/s72-c/Family+Visit+WEB.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dekeldaily.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-small-world-after-all.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8FR34_eSp7ImA9WxdVFk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3273519984168100526.post-7786814958144350604</id><published>2008-07-17T21:28:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T22:53:36.041-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-20T22:53:36.041-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Travel" /><title>All is Right With the World</title><content type="html">&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;A man travels the world over in search of what he needs, and returns home to find it. ~George Moore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amir and Kiki made it home Tuesday morning. Finally, peace, in the form of a toddler and a husband, has returned to my home. Go figure. Kiki didn't miss a beat. She went to bed and woke up at her usual time the very first night, and even insisted on going to school the next day. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e71fa7b0d42f9933" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;
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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Although, Kiki does keep telling me she wants to &lt;em&gt;live&lt;/em&gt; in Israel, not just visit there. I know she loves her grandparents, and cousins, and aunts, and uncles, and it's FUN to be with everyone. If only we could live closer.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SIAAFpf52eI/AAAAAAAAAuo/WqL1OFcSPyE/s1600-h/Back+in+My+Bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224175664788789730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SIAAFpf52eI/AAAAAAAAAuo/WqL1OFcSPyE/s400/Back+in+My+Bed.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SH__3y-_yAI/AAAAAAAAAug/Nj5_Wy-nFe8/s1600-h/Kiki+and+Mommy+Together+Again.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm elated to have them back, but can't help feel some sadness for them both (and myself) that half our family lives several continents away. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today we had lunch with two of our close friends and their daughters who also live far from their families- both sides. It occured to me that this is the American condition. People get transferred for work, or go away to college and stay, or simply feel like moving for an adventure (or an escape). Most of our friends are from somewhere else without any family nearby. Thankfully, we have Meemaw. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's hard and sad to be apart, but we do turn friends into family, and can build community and security for our children if we try. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Still, I wish we were closer and could see each other more... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3273519984168100526-7786814958144350604?l=dekeldaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDekelDaily/~4/_C5xU5wPeNU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dekeldaily.blogspot.com/feeds/7786814958144350604/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3273519984168100526&amp;postID=7786814958144350604" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273519984168100526/posts/default/7786814958144350604?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273519984168100526/posts/default/7786814958144350604?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDekelDaily/~3/_C5xU5wPeNU/all-is-right-with-world.html" title="All is Right With the World" /><author><name>MommyDekel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312013121378187949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SIAAFpf52eI/AAAAAAAAAuo/WqL1OFcSPyE/s72-c/Back+in+My+Bed.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dekeldaily.blogspot.com/2008/07/all-is-right-with-world.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ABQHw6cCp7ImA9WxdVEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3273519984168100526.post-9116413491566232484</id><published>2008-07-14T22:46:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T23:15:51.218-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-14T23:15:51.218-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Amir" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Travel" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kiki" /><title>7 Hours and Counting</title><content type="html">&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;The purpose of our lives is to be happy. ~Dalai Lama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHwVgFdNfcI/AAAAAAAAAuY/7nnjMuQpqi0/s1600-h/IMG_2909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223073308807626178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHwVgFdNfcI/AAAAAAAAAuY/7nnjMuQpqi0/s400/IMG_2909.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kiki and Amir are on their way home!!! They've had the most amazing trip ever. Kiki has declared that Israel is so much fun she wants to just stay there and have Mommy and Meemaw come over. Bitter sweet I guess...&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHwT36RR0zI/AAAAAAAAAtg/ZRLZ8UPMLLc/s1600-h/IMG_3175.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223071519098393394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHwT36RR0zI/AAAAAAAAAtg/ZRLZ8UPMLLc/s400/IMG_3175.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some of my favorite pictures from their trip. I'm sure &lt;a href="http://www.abba-dad.com/"&gt;Amir&lt;/a&gt; will put up more stories and videos during the week after they've recovered some from the jet lag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHwUAN2RAyI/AAAAAAAAAto/Q7FiLVIMPz8/s1600-h/IMG_3182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223071661792756514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHwUAN2RAyI/AAAAAAAAAto/Q7FiLVIMPz8/s400/IMG_3182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHwUJGoI_uI/AAAAAAAAAtw/y8oTfEP5B58/s1600-h/IMG_3027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223071814473285346" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHwUJGoI_uI/AAAAAAAAAtw/y8oTfEP5B58/s400/IMG_3027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHwUS2OCvmI/AAAAAAAAAt4/KeD9X5OoOgk/s1600-h/IMG_3035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223071981867548258" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHwUS2OCvmI/AAAAAAAAAt4/KeD9X5OoOgk/s400/IMG_3035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHwUcA32t6I/AAAAAAAAAuA/f2MoUdSglrQ/s1600-h/IMG_3037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223072139346098082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHwUcA32t6I/AAAAAAAAAuA/f2MoUdSglrQ/s400/IMG_3037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHwUo2SaqZI/AAAAAAAAAuI/hi3Xnc7Jytc/s1600-h/IMG_2901.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223072359843015058" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHwUo2SaqZI/AAAAAAAAAuI/hi3Xnc7Jytc/s400/IMG_2901.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHwUyr3YrHI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/2Wg8d42VHWQ/s1600-h/IMG_3015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223072528843975794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHwUyr3YrHI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/2Wg8d42VHWQ/s400/IMG_3015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3273519984168100526-9116413491566232484?l=dekeldaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDekelDaily/~4/OQFqbCsTC7g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dekeldaily.blogspot.com/feeds/9116413491566232484/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3273519984168100526&amp;postID=9116413491566232484" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273519984168100526/posts/default/9116413491566232484?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273519984168100526/posts/default/9116413491566232484?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDekelDaily/~3/OQFqbCsTC7g/7-hours-and-counting.html" title="7 Hours and Counting" /><author><name>MommyDekel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312013121378187949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHwVgFdNfcI/AAAAAAAAAuY/7nnjMuQpqi0/s72-c/IMG_2909.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dekeldaily.blogspot.com/2008/07/7-hours-and-counting.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8GQ3Y9fyp7ImA9WxdWGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3273519984168100526.post-2968827902022143567</id><published>2008-07-12T17:49:00.034-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T22:40:22.867-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-12T22:40:22.867-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Real Estate" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Growing" /><title>Project No. 5 Complete!</title><content type="html">&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;The hardest thing in life to learn is which bridge to cross and which to burn. ~David Russell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’ve never been big on second chances. Don’t know why- it’s not some philosophical decision I made, more of a natural reaction. Generally, I just don’t have the time or energy or desire to go another round in most situations. I guess I was more inclined to burn all the bridges than to try and figure out which might be worth crossing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m starting to see that may actually be an immature reaction, and I’m thankful that, lately, I’ve been open to second chances in a few areas of my life. People have been very forgiving of me in the past, many times when I didn’t deserve forgiveness. It’s my turn to learn to forgive and to accept forgiveness, and luckily I’m still growing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll keep the most personal aspects of this growth to myself, but will share that in a business situation, the second chance turned into a beautiful house that is going to make someone a beautiful home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the before (left) and after (right) pictures below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHlidJjU9AI/AAAAAAAAAsA/BOpRxPxbtT4/s1600-h/Pleasant+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222313495832622082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" height="277" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHlidJjU9AI/AAAAAAAAAsA/BOpRxPxbtT4/s400/Pleasant+WEB.jpg" width="369" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHlinQgyREI/AAAAAAAAAsI/970aBNTIrls/s1600-h/Pleasant+After+Front+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222313669499700290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 228px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" height="261" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHlinQgyREI/AAAAAAAAAsI/970aBNTIrls/s400/Pleasant+After+Front+WEB.jpg" width="309" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHlj1cRZVWI/AAAAAAAAAsg/7R87BjZiLs0/s1600-h/Pleasant+Kitchen+After+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHlkNDTCV3I/AAAAAAAAAso/masMv6o55G4/s1600-h/Kitchen+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222315418299029362" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px" height="275" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHlkNDTCV3I/AAAAAAAAAso/masMv6o55G4/s400/Kitchen+WEB.jpg" width="359" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHlj1cRZVWI/AAAAAAAAAsg/7R87BjZiLs0/s1600-h/Pleasant+Kitchen+After+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222315012686173538" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 187px" height="282" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHlj1cRZVWI/AAAAAAAAAsg/7R87BjZiLs0/s400/Pleasant+Kitchen+After+WEB.jpg" width="288" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHlj1cRZVWI/AAAAAAAAAsg/7R87BjZiLs0/s1600-h/Pleasant+Kitchen+After+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHlk_0TscPI/AAAAAAAAAs4/wUIeLrdDb3o/s1600-h/Pleasant+After+Living+%26+Dining+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222316290448584946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" height="271" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHlk_0TscPI/AAAAAAAAAs4/wUIeLrdDb3o/s400/Pleasant+After+Living+%26+Dining+WEB.jpg" width="319" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHlk4ySvt6I/AAAAAAAAAsw/ov7Vp9HMiwE/s1600-h/Living%26Dining+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222316169648650146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 168px" height="300" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHlk4ySvt6I/AAAAAAAAAsw/ov7Vp9HMiwE/s400/Living%26Dining+WEB.jpg" width="361" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHlmlFu_4hI/AAAAAAAAAtI/Uoa1W-uWV8c/s1600-h/Pleasant+After+Master+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222318030293295634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" height="265" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHlmlFu_4hI/AAAAAAAAAtI/Uoa1W-uWV8c/s400/Pleasant+After+Master+WEB.jpg" width="305" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHlmeMm7TTI/AAAAAAAAAtA/B16wS-6A_Yg/s1600-h/Master+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222317911879404850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" height="307" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHlmeMm7TTI/AAAAAAAAAtA/B16wS-6A_Yg/s400/Master+WEB.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHlnjTEUC2I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/II1B0w5d9po/s1600-h/Sunroom+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222319099024247650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px" height="380" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHlnjTEUC2I/AAAAAAAAAtQ/II1B0w5d9po/s400/Sunroom+WEB.jpg" width="275" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHloFgu1AuI/AAAAAAAAAtY/u58r0UpMrNk/s1600-h/Pleasant+After+Sunroom+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222319686807782114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px" height="255" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHloFgu1AuI/AAAAAAAAAtY/u58r0UpMrNk/s400/Pleasant+After+Sunroom+WEB.jpg" width="319" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHlj1cRZVWI/AAAAAAAAAsg/7R87BjZiLs0/s1600-h/Pleasant+Kitchen+After+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3273519984168100526-2968827902022143567?l=dekeldaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDekelDaily/~4/SRBrb0C-oh0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dekeldaily.blogspot.com/feeds/2968827902022143567/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3273519984168100526&amp;postID=2968827902022143567" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273519984168100526/posts/default/2968827902022143567?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273519984168100526/posts/default/2968827902022143567?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDekelDaily/~3/SRBrb0C-oh0/project-no-5-complete.html" title="Project No. 5 Complete!" /><author><name>MommyDekel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312013121378187949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHlidJjU9AI/AAAAAAAAAsA/BOpRxPxbtT4/s72-c/Pleasant+WEB.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dekeldaily.blogspot.com/2008/07/project-no-5-complete.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YAR3s9cCp7ImA9WxdWGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3273519984168100526.post-637479524215452842</id><published>2008-07-12T00:17:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T23:19:06.568-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-12T23:19:06.568-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Amir" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Travel" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kiki" /><title>How Lucky Am I</title><content type="html">&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;When you don't love too much, you don't love enough. ~BUSSY-RABUTIN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHimboOaBfI/AAAAAAAAArw/wTHS7-lK2js/s1600-h/Joy"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222106761520612850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="280" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHimboOaBfI/AAAAAAAAArw/wTHS7-lK2js/s400/Joy" width="371" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just thought I'd post a couple of pictures of Amir and Kiki in Israel. I have so many great ones to put up, but wanted to go ahead and share these two of my beautiful family.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHimhCH4IrI/AAAAAAAAAr4/AparpRnGbis/s1600-h/How+Lucky+Am+I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222106854371893938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHimhCH4IrI/AAAAAAAAAr4/AparpRnGbis/s400/How+Lucky+Am+I.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3273519984168100526-637479524215452842?l=dekeldaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDekelDaily/~4/vaHcWlMYwjk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dekeldaily.blogspot.com/feeds/637479524215452842/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3273519984168100526&amp;postID=637479524215452842" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273519984168100526/posts/default/637479524215452842?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273519984168100526/posts/default/637479524215452842?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDekelDaily/~3/vaHcWlMYwjk/how-lucky-am-i.html" title="How Lucky Am I" /><author><name>MommyDekel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312013121378187949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHimboOaBfI/AAAAAAAAArw/wTHS7-lK2js/s72-c/Joy" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dekeldaily.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-lucky-am-i.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QAQ38-cCp7ImA9WxdWGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3273519984168100526.post-3210488104060881609</id><published>2008-07-09T00:35:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T17:49:02.158-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-12T17:49:02.158-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Amir" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cynthia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kiki" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Humor" /><title>I think this is funny!</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The person who knows how to laugh at himself will never cease to be amused. ~ Shirely MacLaine&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amir, his family, and I have always gotten a kick out of the English spelling used on signs in Israel.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHRGYBW6bGI/AAAAAAAAArg/KBtVlc4XynM/s1600-h/IMG_2916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220875246524591202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHRGYBW6bGI/AAAAAAAAArg/KBtVlc4XynM/s400/IMG_2916.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, Amir, taking pity on my sadness from having been abandoned ;-), sent me a few funny pictures from Israel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first, you might not notice the misspellings, but just check out what is supposed to be "Entrees", "Cheese", "Pickles" and "Fries" on a menu. Mmmmm. I'll have the assorted fires! It &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; funny! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, how do you like the computer delivery service. Hysterical. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHRHFT3A0dI/AAAAAAAAAro/vyyKV-q1Y9o/s1600-h/Is+there+a+better+way+to+deliver+computers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220876024585179602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHRHFT3A0dI/AAAAAAAAAro/vyyKV-q1Y9o/s400/Is+there+a+better+way+to+deliver+computers.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By the way, everyone I have ever met from Israel speaks better English than I do, and most speak English, Hebrew, and some other languages as well. My "educated" self only speaks English, and not very well at that! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, when I was visiting my in-laws in September I did run to the drug store on my own, and needed some help finding something from one of the store clerks. The guy I chose (from Russia) to try and help me did not speak English, and was running around trying to find someone who did. He found the one Israeli girl who was not fluent in English. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The guy started yelling at her. From the little Hebrew I understand, it went something like this "You are Israeli! You should speak English! You need to help this girl! What is wrong with you!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She looked at him like he was crazy and told him to go take some English classes himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love the passion. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kiki did talk to me today after a long drought. Amir called me on the speaker phone in the car on the way back from the beach and visiting friends, and Kiki started singing me a song. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It went something like this: "I love my Mommy! Oh, happy day! I love my Mommy! Oh, happy day!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I sang back to her: "I love my Kiki! Oh, happy day! I love my Kiki! Oh, happy day!".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She issued some instructions on my not having the correct inflection for the song and perhaps not the right words, but before I could correct myself, Amir pulled the old "I'm driving into a parking deck" excuse and we were cut off ;-D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my side of the pond, I had a lovely dinner with two of my very close friends (thanks for entertaining me Susana and Allyson) and then had to go by Walmart at midnight to buy industrial strength fans because my A/C is broken upstairs. IT IS 96 DEGREES UP THERE! My bedroom sounds like it's going to take off...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, something did get accomplished today, though not exactly by me. The latest investment property project is complete officially today. I'll put up some pictures in my next post.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3273519984168100526-3210488104060881609?l=dekeldaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDekelDaily/~4/qYij8TAiEWA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dekeldaily.blogspot.com/feeds/3210488104060881609/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3273519984168100526&amp;postID=3210488104060881609" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273519984168100526/posts/default/3210488104060881609?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273519984168100526/posts/default/3210488104060881609?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDekelDaily/~3/qYij8TAiEWA/i-think-think-this-is-funny.html" title="I think this is funny!" /><author><name>MommyDekel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312013121378187949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHRGYBW6bGI/AAAAAAAAArg/KBtVlc4XynM/s72-c/IMG_2916.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dekeldaily.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-think-think-this-is-funny.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMBR34zfSp7ImA9WxdWFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3273519984168100526.post-7910327240172810705</id><published>2008-07-07T16:39:00.022-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T17:50:56.085-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-07T17:50:56.085-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Amir" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Cynthia" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Travel" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kiki" /><title>1 Not So Very Eventful + Some So Very Beautiful Days</title><content type="html">&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Besides the noble art of getting things done, there is the noble art of leaving things undone. The wisdom of life consists in the elimination of non-essentials. ~Lyn Yutang&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHKK_XCBGEI/AAAAAAAAAqY/vQ3SxUUI0UE/s1600-h/SO+Beautiful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220387739194693698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHKK_XCBGEI/AAAAAAAAAqY/vQ3SxUUI0UE/s400/SO+Beautiful.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I had big plans for today-things to accomplish, tasks to mark off the list. But, pretty much all I got done is dropping off my wrecked new truck at the repair shop and picking up the rental car (plus a little tiny bit of shopping). &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHKLQ-pv48I/AAAAAAAAAqg/cNpgfmb0j1I/s1600-h/My+Savta+and+Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220388041888097218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHKLQ-pv48I/AAAAAAAAAqg/cNpgfmb0j1I/s400/My+Savta+and+Me.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220388590234468498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="264" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHKLw5ZtgJI/AAAAAAAAAqo/qMl73gH0mY8/s400/Sabba+and+Abba.jpg" width="347" border="0" /&gt;The truck was damaged last week as Amir and I, involved in a lively conversation, backed out of a parking spot and into another car. OK, so I was driving, and, yes, the conversation was mostly a one-sided diatribe concerning his parental responsibilities while in Israel in the areas of vegetable supplies and pool safety. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHKMQt-vmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/3G9ENmpQ5yE/s1600-h/With+Savta+Riva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220389136924383282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHKMQt-vmDI/AAAAAAAAAqw/3G9ENmpQ5yE/s400/With+Savta+Riva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220389666541637234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHKMvi9VjnI/AAAAAAAAAq4/_EBIyVnnRHs/s400/With+Ronnie+and+Mickey.jpg" border="0" /&gt;You will see from the pictures that my lecture may have fallen on deaf ears (note absence of water wings and presence of ice creams ;-D), or perhaps he has temporary amnesia resulting from the accident. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHKNDndgqbI/AAAAAAAAArA/4eUa_JoreBI/s1600-h/Yummy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220390011347708338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHKNDndgqbI/AAAAAAAAArA/4eUa_JoreBI/s400/Yummy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all seriousness, she could not be in better or more loving hands, and I only having trouble sleeping because I miss them so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHKNiADA_kI/AAAAAAAAArI/Qy_PzZFUjDQ/s1600-h/So+Fun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220390533343542850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHKNiADA_kI/AAAAAAAAArI/Qy_PzZFUjDQ/s400/So+Fun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No matter, they are having a BLAST!!!! Every morning I wake up to a wonderful summary of the days events and a ton of pictures. There are pool trips, beach trips, trips to the zoo, visits with every member of the family, cousins spending the night, Grandparents oohing and ahhing over my baby girl (which they gleefully share with me when we talk on the phone), and so on and so on! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kiki is so busy, in fact, that she is not returning my phone calls ;-D. In consolation, though, Amir assures me she does miss her Mommy.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHKOBMnWgiI/AAAAAAAAArQ/ubiJ83k7UD8/s1600-h/With+Hanoch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220391069293117986" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHKOBMnWgiI/AAAAAAAAArQ/ubiJ83k7UD8/s400/With+Hanoch.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must admit I'm terribly sad about not being there, but am thrilled that Kiki and Amir are having such a fabulous time. What more can you ask for for your family???? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHKOgYXOjdI/AAAAAAAAArY/AiJaDe1w7iE/s1600-h/Jet+lag+has+set+in.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220391605022658002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHKOgYXOjdI/AAAAAAAAArY/AiJaDe1w7iE/s400/Jet+lag+has+set+in.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Check out &lt;a href="http://www.abba-dad.com/"&gt;Amir's blog&lt;/a&gt; for more details and videos- yes, guest writing on my blog was not enough, and so he has started his own, &lt;em&gt;quite charming&lt;/em&gt; I must say, Abba blog! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hopefully, tomorrow, contractors will finish their work, banks will follow up on offers made, and Mommy's will get to work organizing a house in desperate need of organization. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Crystal, can't you just hear Kiki saying "cheeeeeeeeeeeessseee" in all these pictures :-D? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, last but not least, HAPPY BIRTHDAY ITAY!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3273519984168100526-7910327240172810705?l=dekeldaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDekelDaily/~4/z63fPusCIAk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dekeldaily.blogspot.com/feeds/7910327240172810705/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3273519984168100526&amp;postID=7910327240172810705" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273519984168100526/posts/default/7910327240172810705?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273519984168100526/posts/default/7910327240172810705?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDekelDaily/~3/z63fPusCIAk/one-not-so-very-eventful-plus-some-so.html" title="1 Not So Very Eventful + Some So Very Beautiful Days" /><author><name>MommyDekel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312013121378187949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHKK_XCBGEI/AAAAAAAAAqY/vQ3SxUUI0UE/s72-c/SO+Beautiful.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dekeldaily.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-not-so-very-eventful-plus-some-so.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIBQ3czfyp7ImA9WxdWE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3273519984168100526.post-1977348912191150278</id><published>2008-07-05T20:57:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T21:42:32.987-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-05T21:42:32.987-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Amir" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Travel" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kiki" /><title>And So They Went</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who travels for love finds a thousand miles not longer than one.~ Japanese Proverb&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kiki and Amir left for Israel on Thursday night. 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHAh8BVqqhI/AAAAAAAAAqA/BSplNqhiAU0/s1600-h/Kiki+and+Abba+ready+for+their+flight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219709283157584402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="283" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHAh8BVqqhI/AAAAAAAAAqA/BSplNqhiAU0/s400/Kiki+and+Abba+ready+for+their+flight.jpg" width="360" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By now she is a complete pro at traveling, and Amir has the perfect system for getting her to sleep and entertain herself on the plane. He said she was an angel, slept a good 7 of the 11 hours on the plane, and was thrilled to see her grandparents (as they were to see her) at the airport. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHAiG-lBNYI/AAAAAAAAAqI/2O4TzIh_yt8/s1600-h/I%27m+so+BIG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219709471395231106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="288" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHAiG-lBNYI/AAAAAAAAAqI/2O4TzIh_yt8/s400/I%27m+so+BIG.jpg" width="383" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll post pictures of their adventures as I get them from Amir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHAiNDLIbNI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/g0msGN9gJCk/s1600-h/Bye+Mommy+and+Meemaw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219709575708044498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHAiNDLIbNI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/g0msGN9gJCk/s400/Bye+Mommy+and+Meemaw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss them terribly, but it's wonderful that they are getting to spend some time with the family! I'm so proud of them both, and wish I could be there to share in all the fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3273519984168100526-1977348912191150278?l=dekeldaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDekelDaily/~4/y6oVGMJwP-I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="enclosure" type="video/mp4" href="http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=ee4022de8b4f9e35&amp;type=video%2Fmp4" length="0" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dekeldaily.blogspot.com/feeds/1977348912191150278/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3273519984168100526&amp;postID=1977348912191150278" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273519984168100526/posts/default/1977348912191150278?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273519984168100526/posts/default/1977348912191150278?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDekelDaily/~3/y6oVGMJwP-I/and-so-they-went.html" title="And So They Went" /><author><name>MommyDekel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312013121378187949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SHAh8BVqqhI/AAAAAAAAAqA/BSplNqhiAU0/s72-c/Kiki+and+Abba+ready+for+their+flight.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dekeldaily.blogspot.com/2008/07/and-so-they-went.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C08NRXo_eip7ImA9WxdXFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3273519984168100526.post-987923389376106161</id><published>2008-06-27T19:40:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T20:11:34.442-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-27T20:11:34.442-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kiki" /><title>Little Mermaid</title><content type="html">&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;If you should rear a duck in the heart of the Sahara, no doubt it would swim if you brought it to the Nile. ~Mark Twain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SGWAXaT2bEI/AAAAAAAAApg/kTlMCC9N1c0/s1600-h/Getting+Ready+to+Dive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216716883066514498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" height="272" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SGWAXaT2bEI/AAAAAAAAApg/kTlMCC9N1c0/s400/Getting+Ready+to+Dive.jpg" width="379" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kiki took her first swimming lesson yesterday morning and was such a pro. She's loved the water since she was just a baby, so I'm not that surprised that she didn't have any issues going by herself with the instructor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SGWAf2mJSmI/AAAAAAAAApo/Mwots8TtBwU/s1600-h/Diving+for+Rings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216717028098394722" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 369px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px" height="287" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SGWAf2mJSmI/AAAAAAAAApo/Mwots8TtBwU/s400/Diving+for+Rings.jpg" width="379" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, I was surprised by how much she accomplished in just 20 minutes. She's now swimming with her head in the water, diving under to pick up rings, and even learned to climb out the side of the pool on her own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was soooooooooooo proud of herself and, of course, I was beaming the whole time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SGWA3B-D2EI/AAAAAAAAAp4/nP92KwLLbzo/s1600-h/Coming+up+for+Air.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216717426288482370" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px" height="285" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SGWA3B-D2EI/AAAAAAAAAp4/nP92KwLLbzo/s400/Coming+up+for+Air.jpg" width="376" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok, I admit some of the time I was &lt;em&gt;silently&lt;/em&gt; saying "Get your head out of the water! Get your head out of the water!" But, stayed calm on the outside so as not to alarm any of the other students waiting with me :-D. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She never ceases to amaze me, and I realize how often I underestimate how much she is capable of doing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3273519984168100526-987923389376106161?l=dekeldaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDekelDaily/~4/oDyCXA5wnsg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dekeldaily.blogspot.com/feeds/987923389376106161/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3273519984168100526&amp;postID=987923389376106161" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273519984168100526/posts/default/987923389376106161?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273519984168100526/posts/default/987923389376106161?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDekelDaily/~3/oDyCXA5wnsg/little-mermaid.html" title="Little Mermaid" /><author><name>MommyDekel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312013121378187949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SGWAXaT2bEI/AAAAAAAAApg/kTlMCC9N1c0/s72-c/Getting+Ready+to+Dive.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dekeldaily.blogspot.com/2008/06/little-mermaid.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IGSHg9fSp7ImA9WxdXEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3273519984168100526.post-6753177486827177680</id><published>2008-06-23T00:15:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T10:32:09.665-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-23T10:32:09.665-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Celebration" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kiki" /><title>Laughter</title><content type="html">&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;What soap is to the body, laughter is to the soul.-- Yiddish Proverb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;During a birthday party today for two of Kiki's good friends from the neighborhood (Sophie and Savannah), Kiki was playing with Eric B. and I heard her giggle. A real, soulful, full of joy laugh that made all the other noises in the room full of toddlers disappear for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does a better sound exist than that of a child laughing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It reminded me of a video of her when she was about 6 months old that Amir took while I was away. She still has the same laugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-90fb9d0c8caeb0e1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;And, just for fun, because people are always asking me how long Kiki's hair &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; is, I thought I'd post a picture of her bathtime when her hair is wet and straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dry and curly versus wet and straight:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SF8nVvqJwdI/AAAAAAAAApQ/fh3brOUimN4/s1600-h/Dry+Hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214930148042326482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px" height="275" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SF8nVvqJwdI/AAAAAAAAApQ/fh3brOUimN4/s400/Dry+Hair.jpg" width="347" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SF8ndNsZGVI/AAAAAAAAApY/ViMpv6jqhX4/s1600-h/Kiki%27s+hair+bathtime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214930276363868498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px" height="324" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SF8ndNsZGVI/AAAAAAAAApY/ViMpv6jqhX4/s400/Kiki%27s+hair+bathtime.jpg" width="304" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SF8ndNsZGVI/AAAAAAAAApY/ViMpv6jqhX4/s1600-h/Kiki%27s+hair+bathtime.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Doesn't even reach her shoulders curly and is half-way down her back straight.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3273519984168100526-6753177486827177680?l=dekeldaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDekelDaily/~4/v71tocHHVrI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="enclosure" type="video/mp4" href="http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=90fb9d0c8caeb0e1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4" length="0" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dekeldaily.blogspot.com/feeds/6753177486827177680/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3273519984168100526&amp;postID=6753177486827177680" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273519984168100526/posts/default/6753177486827177680?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273519984168100526/posts/default/6753177486827177680?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDekelDaily/~3/v71tocHHVrI/laughter.html" title="Laughter" /><author><name>MommyDekel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312013121378187949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SF8nVvqJwdI/AAAAAAAAApQ/fh3brOUimN4/s72-c/Dry+Hair.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dekeldaily.blogspot.com/2008/06/laughter.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4ERH0zeCp7ImA9WxdXEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3273519984168100526.post-367130908529612618</id><published>2008-06-20T20:14:00.020-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T22:05:05.380-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-20T22:05:05.380-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Trying" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kiki" /><title>Success</title><content type="html">&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Think you can, think you can't; either way you'll be right. ~Henry Ford&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three year olds- really all toddlers I suppose- have a unique way of being contradictory. Kiki happens to be a fairly confident and independent child, and will nearly always tell me "I can do it my own self" when I try to help her with something. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SFxZAjh1BdI/AAAAAAAAAo4/cUhDQU3UQXA/s1600-h/Mommy+and+Kiki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214140334660191698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SFxZAjh1BdI/AAAAAAAAAo4/cUhDQU3UQXA/s400/Mommy+and+Kiki.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Try to put her in the carseat. "I can do it my own self".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Try to help her with her shoes. "I can do it my own self".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Try to brush her teeth. "I can do it my own self!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell her Laurie is going to feed you dinner. "I can feed my own self". Ok. Ok. Laurie is going to &lt;em&gt;cook&lt;/em&gt; you dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You get the idea. But, when it comes to something I'd like her to try "her own self", she will often times resist. For example, writing her name, or drawing a picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of it is testing how much control she has, but I can also see that she is afraid to fail. It's interesting to me that even children who I believe we all envy for &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; being self-conscious have a sense of not wanting to fall short. Even though I am a person generally willing to take personal and professional risks, I've wasted too many opportunities to count because I was afraid I might not succeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's important to me that Kiki believe that trying is the most important thing followed by believing in yourself. Of course, you should always try your best, and more often than not you will succeed, but it's OK if you don't. You certainly won't achieve anything if you don't even give it a shot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if you don't accomplish your goal, pick your self up and try again... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SFxZZsfafmI/AAAAAAAAApA/xFKfwhW2MPA/s1600-h/Kiki%27s+Mushroom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214140766562713186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 376px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px" height="277" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SFxZZsfafmI/AAAAAAAAApA/xFKfwhW2MPA/s400/Kiki%27s+Mushroom.jpg" width="381" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, Kiki has been trying to draw lately (of her own accord), and quite well if you ask me (her mother ;-D). She drew a mushroom which she has proudly hung up in her bedroom with "sticky tape". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SFxZqKrF0RI/AAAAAAAAApI/fVxpJSqJb10/s1600-h/Kiki%27s+Draws+Kiki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214141049542660370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 352px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 257px" height="277" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SFxZqKrF0RI/AAAAAAAAApI/fVxpJSqJb10/s400/Kiki%27s+Draws+Kiki.jpg" width="371" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, she made a princess tea party scene with stickers which she then added herself to (orange drawing). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She even drew her curly hair and added fingers to the figure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's very pleased with the pictures as are we. But then, I'm just proud of her for trying. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3273519984168100526-367130908529612618?l=dekeldaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDekelDaily/~4/shhFc98rdbY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dekeldaily.blogspot.com/feeds/367130908529612618/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3273519984168100526&amp;postID=367130908529612618" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273519984168100526/posts/default/367130908529612618?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273519984168100526/posts/default/367130908529612618?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDekelDaily/~3/shhFc98rdbY/think-you-can-think-you-cant-either-way.html" title="Success" /><author><name>MommyDekel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312013121378187949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SFxZAjh1BdI/AAAAAAAAAo4/cUhDQU3UQXA/s72-c/Mommy+and+Kiki.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dekeldaily.blogspot.com/2008/06/think-you-can-think-you-cant-either-way.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIAQXk-eyp7ImA9WxdQFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3273519984168100526.post-4816266694342732333</id><published>2008-06-16T18:45:00.028-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T20:29:00.753-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-16T20:29:00.753-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friends" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Wedding" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Celebration" /><title>Tiffany and Daniel's Wedding</title><content type="html">&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;And I love you today, tomorrow, and forever&lt;br /&gt;I will trust and honor you&lt;br /&gt;I will laugh and cry with you&lt;br /&gt;With unfailing love, I will stand by you&lt;br /&gt;Through the best and the worst&lt;br /&gt;Through the difficult and easy&lt;br /&gt;As I have given you my hand to hold&lt;br /&gt;So I give you my life&lt;br /&gt;So help me God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;~Vows from the Senden Wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SFb4mP1X-9I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/KjKPgEFRGNs/s1600-h/Tiff+and+Daniel+Ceremony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212626954697046994" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 283px; height: 330px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SFb4mP1X-9I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/KjKPgEFRGNs/s400/Tiff+and+Daniel+Ceremony.jpg" border="0" height="344" width="295" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is going to be a long post full of pictures! Amir and I have just returned from a fabulous weekend in Charleston celebrating the marriage of Tiffany and Daniel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SFb44-CwjoI/AAAAAAAAAnY/I8B3b_-GGts/s1600-h/The+wedding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212627276338859650" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SFb44-CwjoI/AAAAAAAAAnY/I8B3b_-GGts/s400/The+wedding.jpg" border="0" height="302" width="358" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I won't lie, it was HOT and I'm covered in chigger bites, but we had an absolute blast!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SFb5JnKNGEI/AAAAAAAAAng/wokosABxLRs/s1600-h/Mr.+and+Mrs.+Senden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212627562253850690" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SFb5JnKNGEI/AAAAAAAAAng/wokosABxLRs/s400/Mr.+and+Mrs.+Senden.jpg" border="0" height="387" width="275" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The wedding was beautiful and touching, with the most meaningful vows I have heard at a wedding yet. I used a portion as my quote today. Tiffany has been a dear friend for more years than I care to mention, and I fully believe she married "the one". They looked gorgeous as you can see, but also you can see the joy in both of their faces.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SFb5-q7T_SI/AAAAAAAAAno/b0ZjIMyNpYc/s1600-h/Father+Daughter+Dance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212628473798196514" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SFb5-q7T_SI/AAAAAAAAAno/b0ZjIMyNpYc/s400/Father+Daughter+Dance.jpg" border="0" height="260" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For those of you who are married, you probably can relate to me in that I barely remember Amir's and my actual ceremony. I was so nervous, it all seems like a blur to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For Tiffany and Daniel, though, it truly looked like they were in the moment and felt every word.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SFb6aofcMiI/AAAAAAAAAnw/LINDzCxnhzY/s1600-h/GCG+newest+member.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212628954180760098" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SFb6aofcMiI/AAAAAAAAAnw/LINDzCxnhzY/s400/GCG+newest+member.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Both the wedding and rehearsal dinner were on the water- just amazing scenery all weekend- and southern style. They even had a bluegrass band at the rehearsal dinner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We definitely partook of the spirits more on Friday night that Saturday, and made poor Amir take picture after picture. He pretty much refused to be photographer on Saturday, so you'll see we have many more photos of the rehearsal dinner ;-D.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SFb69FwrgrI/AAAAAAAAAoA/H_9HCehIYTs/s1600-h/GCGs%21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212629546153247410" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SFb69FwrgrI/AAAAAAAAAoA/H_9HCehIYTs/s400/GCGs%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so nice to spend so much time talking and partying with my long time friends that I don't see nearly enough these days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SFb7PhBQvWI/AAAAAAAAAoI/xXfQx384540/s1600-h/The+size+of+what.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212629862708198754" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SFb7PhBQvWI/AAAAAAAAAoI/xXfQx384540/s400/The+size+of+what.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ6xS1EC-Ns/SFcEwrKX97I/AAAAAAAAACw/LtdMu3xUMZA/s1600-h/Me+and+My+hubby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZJ6xS1EC-Ns/SFcEwrKX97I/AAAAAAAAACw/LtdMu3xUMZA/s400/Me+and+My+hubby.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212640327971108786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And, it was also very nice to spend some time with my husband without the pressures of daily life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SFb7ckZI-BI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/BtWEi_UQMoE/s1600-h/Boys+and+Girls.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212630086951958546" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SFb7ckZI-BI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/BtWEi_UQMoE/s400/Boys+and+Girls.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a great weekend!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SFb9PG7AEGI/AAAAAAAAAog/bRhS5jIMWPs/s1600-h/The+girls+take+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212632054725873762" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SFb9PG7AEGI/AAAAAAAAAog/bRhS5jIMWPs/s400/The+girls+take+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Take- 1 eyes closed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SFb9kuWuuKI/AAAAAAAAAoo/YxVachsBj-8/s1600-h/The+girls+take+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212632426088413346" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SFb9kuWuuKI/AAAAAAAAAoo/YxVachsBj-8/s400/The+girls+take+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Take 2 - can you look at the camera please, Eric Balzuweit is going to be waiting for my blog post and I need good pictures ;-D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SFb908x_NJI/AAAAAAAAAow/l6AkMzhkBwk/s1600-h/The+girls+take+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212632704838743186" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SFb908x_NJI/AAAAAAAAAow/l6AkMzhkBwk/s400/The+girls+take+3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Take 3- that's better! See how professional Angela is? She has a beautiful smile right at the camera everytime!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3273519984168100526-4816266694342732333?l=dekeldaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDekelDaily/~4/ikqF18gIsW4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dekeldaily.blogspot.com/feeds/4816266694342732333/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3273519984168100526&amp;postID=4816266694342732333" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273519984168100526/posts/default/4816266694342732333?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273519984168100526/posts/default/4816266694342732333?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDekelDaily/~3/ikqF18gIsW4/tiffany-and-daniels-wedding.html" title="Tiffany and Daniel's Wedding" /><author><name>MommyDekel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312013121378187949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SFb4mP1X-9I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/KjKPgEFRGNs/s72-c/Tiff+and+Daniel+Ceremony.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dekeldaily.blogspot.com/2008/06/tiffany-and-daniels-wedding.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IARnc_eCp7ImA9WxdQFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3273519984168100526.post-4847735605576233754</id><published>2008-06-15T20:39:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T21:25:47.940-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-15T21:25:47.940-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Amir" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Family" /><title>Happy Father's Day!!!!</title><content type="html">&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;To her the name of father was another name for love. ~Fanny Fern&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SFXA7Bv-5MI/AAAAAAAAAmw/Y6kOJ78_zbc/s1600-h/Kiki+and+Aba+in+the+hospital.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212284264065721538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SFXA7Bv-5MI/AAAAAAAAAmw/Y6kOJ78_zbc/s400/Kiki+and+Aba+in+the+hospital.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What can I say about the most wonderful Father I have ever known? Amir is without any question simply an incredible Aba! I've said it a hundred times, and I'll say it again, one of the main reasons I married him is that I instinctively knew he would be a devoted parent. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SFW-PNNFnBI/AAAAAAAAAmg/C6XJBCkifNI/s1600-h/Kiki+and+Aba+Father%27s+Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212281312203086866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SFW-PNNFnBI/AAAAAAAAAmg/C6XJBCkifNI/s400/Kiki+and+Aba+Father%27s+Day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was right. He is loving, generous, kind, attentive, and genuinely would rather be with Kiki than doing anything else in the world. Yes, online poker probably comes in as a close second, but the Kikster always comes first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a lucky girl she is! I so look forward to seeing their already beautiful and close relationship blossom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had another fun day at the pool today (after rolling in from Charleston from a fab wedding weekend- next post) with our friends from the "hood" ;-D. In all sincerity, all of these children have been blessed with wonderful Fathers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SFW-Z9Iqs0I/AAAAAAAAAmo/PMwSTgqNLdQ/s1600-h/The+guys+Father%27s+Day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212281496868139842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SFW-Z9Iqs0I/AAAAAAAAAmo/PMwSTgqNLdQ/s400/The+guys+Father%27s+Day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy Father's Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3273519984168100526-4847735605576233754?l=dekeldaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDekelDaily/~4/_t_dXRecj7I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dekeldaily.blogspot.com/feeds/4847735605576233754/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3273519984168100526&amp;postID=4847735605576233754" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273519984168100526/posts/default/4847735605576233754?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273519984168100526/posts/default/4847735605576233754?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDekelDaily/~3/_t_dXRecj7I/happy-fathers-day.html" title="Happy Father's Day!!!!" /><author><name>MommyDekel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312013121378187949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SFXA7Bv-5MI/AAAAAAAAAmw/Y6kOJ78_zbc/s72-c/Kiki+and+Aba+in+the+hospital.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dekeldaily.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-fathers-day.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YBR3o_fyp7ImA9WxdQEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3273519984168100526.post-1537558906501349316</id><published>2008-06-10T22:01:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T22:25:56.447-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-10T22:25:56.447-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kiki" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Seasons" /><title>The Joys of Summer</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;A life without love is like a year without summer.- Swedish Proverb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I happen to love summer in the South- the heat, the humidity, the storms, everything. Amir and I sat outside and watched the lightening last night, and it was beautiful. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SE83V7KsRPI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/ktLIIFGF-7s/s1600-h/Ice+Cream+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210444143690269938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SE83V7KsRPI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/ktLIIFGF-7s/s400/Ice+Cream+WEB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day we had an actual real-live ice cream truck come through our neighborhood. Mind you, it was flying down our street like the driver was in some sort of race, but Amir, being the loving father that he is, chased it down so Kiki could get a bit of her favorite treat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember having daily visits growing up during the summer, but it's been years since I've seen one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SE83aU0oVJI/AAAAAAAAAmY/c7AXwl5i7q8/s1600-h/Goggles+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210444219296535698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SE83aU0oVJI/AAAAAAAAAmY/c7AXwl5i7q8/s400/Goggles+WEB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course, one of the best things about summer is the pool. Kiki is addicted and as you can see from the picture will hang around the house in her swimming gear just in case one of us gets a wild hair to take her over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I did have one complaint about the summer, it would be (these days anyway) school break ;-D. Good thing we have some beach trips to look forward to...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3273519984168100526-1537558906501349316?l=dekeldaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDekelDaily/~4/5lVZ5NDXu9s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dekeldaily.blogspot.com/feeds/1537558906501349316/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3273519984168100526&amp;postID=1537558906501349316" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273519984168100526/posts/default/1537558906501349316?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273519984168100526/posts/default/1537558906501349316?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDekelDaily/~3/5lVZ5NDXu9s/joys-of-summer.html" title="The Joys of Summer" /><author><name>MommyDekel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312013121378187949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SE83V7KsRPI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/ktLIIFGF-7s/s72-c/Ice+Cream+WEB.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dekeldaily.blogspot.com/2008/06/joys-of-summer.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQHSXw-cCp7ImA9WxdRGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3273519984168100526.post-2392791455438437757</id><published>2008-06-08T17:05:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T17:58:58.258-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-08T17:58:58.258-04:00</app:edited><title>Project #5</title><content type="html">&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Three grand essentials to happiness in this life are something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.- Joseph Addison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SExUMkZt1lI/AAAAAAAAAlg/sdrV5h6T0wA/s1600-h/View+from+house+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209631443867522642" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 326px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" height="269" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SExUMkZt1lI/AAAAAAAAAlg/sdrV5h6T0wA/s400/View+from+house+WEB.jpg" width="383" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Construction is underway with our fifth investment house (this round) which is by far my favorite. The lot is so wooded and beautiful, I feel like I'm in the mountains every time I go over there. There's even a creek running through the front yard. You're not "supposed" to get attached to the properties, but the nature moves me on this one, and I just can't help it. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SExUT3KrnhI/AAAAAAAAAlo/y6tqhui1sUo/s1600-h/Pleasant+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209631569163820562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="286" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SExUT3KrnhI/AAAAAAAAAlo/y6tqhui1sUo/s400/Pleasant+WEB.jpg" width="354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SExTvyBQSqI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/ybQtGzqyxfg/s1600-h/Koi+Pond+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209630949306813090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 340px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" height="254" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SExTvyBQSqI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/ybQtGzqyxfg/s400/Koi+Pond+WEB.jpg" width="372" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Somehow, a &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Koi"&gt;Koi fish&lt;/a&gt; (enjoy the education ;-D) survived the house being empty for what looks like a year in a tiny little pond in the backyard. Kiki has named him Kiki-Koi :-D, and we're doing our best to make sure he survives us as well. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SExT1KBkXyI/AAAAAAAAAlY/aZy4JILwVzM/s1600-h/Koi+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209631041649925922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="289" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SExT1KBkXyI/AAAAAAAAAlY/aZy4JILwVzM/s400/Koi+WEB.jpg" width="312" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SExUh7DemwI/AAAAAAAAAlw/aAkvD_x5FDM/s1600-h/Kitchen+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209631810725518082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="284" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SExUh7DemwI/AAAAAAAAAlw/aAkvD_x5FDM/s400/Kitchen+WEB.jpg" width="359" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Originally I planned to talk about second chances in this post, but have decided to wait until the project is complete at the end of the month...&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SExUu_VfgrI/AAAAAAAAAl4/_RUj5vGLjxQ/s1600-h/Sitting+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209632035213116082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="288" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SExUu_VfgrI/AAAAAAAAAl4/_RUj5vGLjxQ/s400/Sitting+WEB.jpg" width="364" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SExU9WPya8I/AAAAAAAAAmA/f8J2I-EVcCo/s1600-h/Master+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209632281881373634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SExU9WPya8I/AAAAAAAAAmA/f8J2I-EVcCo/s400/Master+WEB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SExVKJaemuI/AAAAAAAAAmI/JTQ0gytIngM/s1600-h/Living%26Dining+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209632501774850786" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="288" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SExVKJaemuI/AAAAAAAAAmI/JTQ0gytIngM/s400/Living%26Dining+WEB.jpg" width="378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3273519984168100526-2392791455438437757?l=dekeldaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDekelDaily/~4/V1_y1ycvLRo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dekeldaily.blogspot.com/feeds/2392791455438437757/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3273519984168100526&amp;postID=2392791455438437757" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273519984168100526/posts/default/2392791455438437757?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273519984168100526/posts/default/2392791455438437757?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDekelDaily/~3/V1_y1ycvLRo/project-5.html" title="Project #5" /><author><name>MommyDekel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312013121378187949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SExUMkZt1lI/AAAAAAAAAlg/sdrV5h6T0wA/s72-c/View+from+house+WEB.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dekeldaily.blogspot.com/2008/06/project-5.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIDSHw9eCp7ImA9WxdRFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3273519984168100526.post-7192991752852743283</id><published>2008-06-04T18:31:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T19:02:59.260-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-04T19:02:59.260-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friends" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Celebration" /><title>Girls Nights Out</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The best mirror is an old friend. ~George Herbert&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last weekend was quite full, and very fun starting Thursday with Crystal's evening of shopping for the benefit of the Crohn's and Colitis Foundation of America. She managed to arrange for a local restaurant to donate food and wine for the evening which we enjoyed while we shopped at a charming little store called The Shoppe of Vinings. A portion of the proceeds were donated to CCFA. I was SO impressed with Crystal's planning abilities :-D. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, the James family, along with many of their close friends and family, did a walk for the CCFA on Sunday which earned over $200,000!!! Check out their &lt;a href="http://www.ccjamesphotography.blogspot.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; for more details and pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SEceR3b1pVI/AAAAAAAAAlA/jZYl26Abdgs/s1600-h/Shannon%27s+Bday+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208164786364589394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SEceR3b1pVI/AAAAAAAAAlA/jZYl26Abdgs/s400/Shannon%27s+Bday+WEB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friday night I got to celebrate my dearest friend Shannon's birthday. We ate at &lt;a href="http://www.parishatl.com/home.php"&gt;Parish&lt;/a&gt; in Inman Park. The restaurant is beautiful and the food delicious. Can't wait to go back. It's always heartwarming to spend time with old friends. As I have mentioned before, Shannon and I have known each other since we were 11! Her big sis Lori (who was always so cool to us growing up), Dana (who also went to High School with us), and Jennifer (sorority sister from college :-D) made great evening!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, Saturday, the girls from the neighborhood had a Sex in the City night. Thanks to Susana's clever planning, we started off at her house with cosmo's and watched the final episode before heading to Atlantic Station for dinner and the movie. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SEcec3wX6SI/AAAAAAAAAlI/YUmu1GcIBeU/s1600-h/Sex+in+the+City+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208164975429282082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SEcec3wX6SI/AAAAAAAAAlI/YUmu1GcIBeU/s400/Sex+in+the+City+WEB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday definitely required some rest, but I'll never complain about being busy. And, I know how lucky I am to have such good friends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3273519984168100526-7192991752852743283?l=dekeldaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDekelDaily/~4/4Ga9vNa2vUQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dekeldaily.blogspot.com/feeds/7192991752852743283/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3273519984168100526&amp;postID=7192991752852743283" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273519984168100526/posts/default/7192991752852743283?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273519984168100526/posts/default/7192991752852743283?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDekelDaily/~3/4Ga9vNa2vUQ/girls-nights-out.html" title="Girls Nights Out" /><author><name>MommyDekel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312013121378187949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SEceR3b1pVI/AAAAAAAAAlA/jZYl26Abdgs/s72-c/Shannon%27s+Bday+WEB.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dekeldaily.blogspot.com/2008/06/girls-nights-out.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQGQHg7eSp7ImA9WxdRE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3273519984168100526.post-2760872445282587687</id><published>2008-06-01T19:49:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T20:42:01.601-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-01T20:42:01.601-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Friends" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kiki" /><title>A Beautiful Mind</title><content type="html">&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;I shut my eyes in order to see. ~Paul Gauguin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SEM9oikOuUI/AAAAAAAAAkw/wpH4KRPnIXE/s1600-h/Kiki+and+Molly+Feeding+the+Frog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207073360853252418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SEM9oikOuUI/AAAAAAAAAkw/wpH4KRPnIXE/s400/Kiki+and+Molly+Feeding+the+Frog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kiki and I went with her school friend, Molly, and Molly's mother, Sarah, to the Botanical Gardens last week. The girls had a great time exploring the children's gardens, but the flower sprinklers were definitely the big hit.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SEM9QpK66KI/AAAAAAAAAko/xi11wRHBR20/s1600-h/Kiki+and+Molly+Sprinkler+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207072950309284002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SEM9QpK66KI/AAAAAAAAAko/xi11wRHBR20/s400/Kiki+and+Molly+Sprinkler+WEB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way, Kiki entertained me with a rousing rendition of "Jumping Salad in a Pot" (?), a detailed description of where Molly and Miss Sarah were lost in the forest next to the highway and how we needed to save them (??), and finally she introduced me to her imaginary friend "the Grumpy Old Troll" (not Michael, or Sally, or Jake as some children might name their imaginary friends) who apparently was grumpy because Kiki ate his or her birthday cake (???).&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SEM-nkAvibI/AAAAAAAAAk4/wbCdj4ElIKg/s1600-h/Kiki+and+Molly+Butterflies+WEB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207074443573037490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SEM-nkAvibI/AAAAAAAAAk4/wbCdj4ElIKg/s400/Kiki+and+Molly+Butterflies+WEB.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  I had to wonder if she was talking about me :-D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't imagination beautiful?!?! For me, Kiki's imagination is an endless source of wonder and amusement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, this same mind decided the greatest tragedy in her young life was the fact that her Mommy gave her a plain band aid instead of an Elmo band aide for her boo-boo (cue whining, tears, and the mean Mommy soundtrack) :-D!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3273519984168100526-2760872445282587687?l=dekeldaily.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheDekelDaily/~4/aTrshCrt0pU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dekeldaily.blogspot.com/feeds/2760872445282587687/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3273519984168100526&amp;postID=2760872445282587687" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273519984168100526/posts/default/2760872445282587687?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3273519984168100526/posts/default/2760872445282587687?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheDekelDaily/~3/aTrshCrt0pU/beautiful-mind.html" title="A Beautiful Mind" /><author><name>MommyDekel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05312013121378187949</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_60XJYEILWX8/SEM9oikOuUI/AAAAAAAAAkw/wpH4KRPnIXE/s72-c/Kiki+and+Molly+Feeding+the+Frog.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dekeldaily.blogspot.com/2008/06/beautiful-mind.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

