<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16872587</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 09 Oct 2024 12:19:57 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Firsts</category><category>Oh how I wish</category><category>Turning Points</category><title>The Home Daily News</title><description>Read the life and times of Violet, a stay-at-home mom, and her charges, Sweet Pea &amp;amp; The Bug.&#xa;&lt;a href=&quot;http://lilypie.com&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://by.lilypie.com/bCzIm7.png&quot; alt=&quot;Lilypie Kids birthday Ticker&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&#xa;&lt;a href=&quot;http://lilypie.com&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://b3.lilypie.com/1k5bm7.png&quot; alt=&quot;Lilypie 3rd Birthday Ticker&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><link>http://verbosityabounds.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Violet the Verbose)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>332</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16872587.post-3262662362746377246</guid><pubDate>Tue, 03 Feb 2009 07:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-02T23:14:19.479-08:00</atom:updated><title>Beginnings</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;January 20th wasn&#39;t just Inauguration Day.  It was also The Bug&#39;s first day of toddler school.  She could &lt;em&gt;not wait&lt;/em&gt; to get there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5fFMHS8SFb30Fg0pgu2OK1GMPFIxo3SCyeJhg_kf4aTHM1yiriCjgYRzlDymZ5UYvl4Uni0E7JqNDd4nCQllVDtZxWO_TwhToTxNI0w7dsRxgMlufKDMl2Kc3pnpmA6odlfv24w/s1600-h/2009+01+20+002.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5fFMHS8SFb30Fg0pgu2OK1GMPFIxo3SCyeJhg_kf4aTHM1yiriCjgYRzlDymZ5UYvl4Uni0E7JqNDd4nCQllVDtZxWO_TwhToTxNI0w7dsRxgMlufKDMl2Kc3pnpmA6odlfv24w/s320/2009+01+20+002.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got to school she wanted me to carry her from the car to the classroom (which is standard procedure when we drop Sweet Pea off) and whimpered a little when I gave her a hug and a kiss and let her down onto her feet.  She clung to my leg for about half a second, then looked around while Slipshod and I were talking to her teacher (Slipshod was home on Inauguration Day so we could watch the footage together, etc., so dropping The Bug off at school was a whole family affair).  While we chatted with The Bug&#39;s teacher, The Bug wandered into her classroom, and that was it!  Then we took Sweet Pea down the hall and chatted with her until her class started (though Slipshod and Sweet Pea both snuck back to The Bug&#39;s classroom to peek through the window and check on her before Sweet pea went into her own classroom), and home Slipshod and I went to watch the Inauguration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we picked The Bug up from school later she was very happy to see us, of course.  Her teacher said she had done wonderfully on her first day, and it was as if she had always been part of the class.  On her second day The Bug gave Sweet Pea and I hugs and kisses and walked right into her classroom without looking back.  Last week, on her third day of class, The Bug reminded me on the way to the classroom that she would be going in &quot;without you, Mommy!&quot;  Just in case I forgot, I guess.  ha ha!  She missed her fourth day (last Thursday) because she was sick, but she is very much looking forward to going back tomorrow.  We&#39;re taking snack for her class tomorrow, too, though I don&#39;t know how exciting that will be in the toddler room (probably not as exciting as it is for Sweet Pea in her class of older kids).  I asked some of the other moms how many children are in there and they said that those kids hardly ever eat the snack, so it&#39;d be fine if I just packed enough food for five kids.  ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be wondering how I am enjoying having a couple hours free two days a week.  And I am wondering right along with you, because that hasn&#39;t really happened yet.  Since The Bug&#39;s first day of school was Inauguration Day, Slipshod and I sat at home and watched TV, as I said.  It was nice to be able to do that, but that was not a normal day around here and I&#39;ve had these visions of having nearly 2 hours to actually work on cleaning house, preparing dinner, etc. so that I can have more time to play with the kids after school.  Maybe next week?  On The Bug&#39;s second day of school I spent the entire afternoon AT the school.  Slipshod came to meet me and we observed in all of the Lower Elementary classrooms to get an idea for what they&#39;re like and where we might want to ask to have Sweet Pea placed next year (though they will not necessarily put her where we request, since they have to balance the classes).  On The Bug&#39;s third day of school I spent a full hour chatting with a mom friend in the parking lot before going home and then spending my remaining 45 minutes of &quot;free time&quot; fighting with Evite to create an invitation for my sister&#39;s baby shower (I didn&#39;t even get lunch that day!).  Then, on her fourth day of school, as I said, she was home sick with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I am hoping that tomorrow will be my first day of normal time for me while both girls are in school.  And I already know that I will spend the entire time cleaning (assuming I get lunch before taking the girls to school; otherwise I&#39;ll have to start my time eating), because we&#39;re having one of Sweet Pea&#39;s friends over on Thursday for a play date.  This friend has never been here and we don&#39;t even know the family all that well, but the two of them met at the park one day after school and became fast friends instantly.  We found out that the other girl goes to the same school and will be moving up to Lower Elementary next year too, so her mom and I are talking about trying to have our girls placed together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all the anticipation before the play date I have been cleaning like crazy so that 1) I can regain some sanity, because I abhor living in a clutter pit, and 2) our newish friends don&#39;t think we&#39;re total slobs.  Spurred on by my desire to live in a clean house, the impending play date, and my attempt to break the cleaning down into smaller projects, I have made a beginning of my own, which will be my first to share with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember my Plant Window O&#39; Clutter?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCIHSW-lNlmvOJoyXu9H16IzyEFAAvpoTFZNiVNttKX5DOhRT4CmUSMCgETxoNbDcflGlWAim29VFqAKmVXxTKrXLScjm1scYlprB4XqxkwuAbmBkCs8n3CIALT_koxkxwyrCtZQ/s1600-h/2009+01+06+001.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCIHSW-lNlmvOJoyXu9H16IzyEFAAvpoTFZNiVNttKX5DOhRT4CmUSMCgETxoNbDcflGlWAim29VFqAKmVXxTKrXLScjm1scYlprB4XqxkwuAbmBkCs8n3CIALT_koxkxwyrCtZQ/s320/2009+01+06+001.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Well, check it out now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1p3Gcxi89Uj0A1fEyqbZb29bp6oJQ8ElV42xzXYYwsnVsvxEq1q3S7PqvyE962jNEPnzBHyVmPx4DiDpklj1OIp1a1IcRUi4O1rnM7v89TvmBMAEohXy_MIwFHtmApvWZE3UWyQ/s1600-h/2009+02+02+006.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1p3Gcxi89Uj0A1fEyqbZb29bp6oJQ8ElV42xzXYYwsnVsvxEq1q3S7PqvyE962jNEPnzBHyVmPx4DiDpklj1OIp1a1IcRUi4O1rnM7v89TvmBMAEohXy_MIwFHtmApvWZE3UWyQ/s320/2009+02+02+006.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see the light beams shining down?  Can you hear the angels singing?  I can every time I stand at the sink and look in front of me.  Ahhh, sweet peace.  The orchid is even blooming!  And now you can actually see the glass pieces I&#39;ve put on display; I even moved a couple of the pumpkins to the living room and brought in different ones for a change of scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really should click on the picture to see the glasswork.  &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.asmallproduction.com/&quot;&gt;One of our friends&lt;/a&gt; made the visually delicious pumpkins, one of his friends made the glass cupcake on the lower right, I made the little blue teapot on the lower left (out of clay, not glass), and the gloriously bright yellow pitcher with blue handle in the middle top is from &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.blenkoglass.com/index.html&quot;&gt;Blenko Glass Company&lt;/a&gt; (from my childhood home state of West Virginia) which, to my horror, had to shut down production last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The drastic improvement of my clean windowsill, the continued impending play date, and my desire to live in a peaceful, clean environment are all keeping me very inspired to keep up the good work.  So I need to go now, to clean up the kitchen and hopefully sort through some papers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasa.google.com/blogger/&quot; target=&quot;ext&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif&quot; alt=&quot;Posted by Picasa&quot; style=&quot;border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;&quot; align=&quot;middle&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://verbosityabounds.blogspot.com/2009/02/beginnings.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Violet the Verbose)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5fFMHS8SFb30Fg0pgu2OK1GMPFIxo3SCyeJhg_kf4aTHM1yiriCjgYRzlDymZ5UYvl4Uni0E7JqNDd4nCQllVDtZxWO_TwhToTxNI0w7dsRxgMlufKDMl2Kc3pnpmA6odlfv24w/s72-c/2009+01+20+002.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16872587.post-9180731171254894460</guid><pubDate>Thu, 15 Jan 2009 05:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-14T22:51:07.899-08:00</atom:updated><title>The Journey</title><description>Last weekend I took the opportunity to attend a very enlightening event offered to parents by Sweet Pea&#39;s Montessori school, and I&#39;m so glad I went.  Apparently a number of Montessori schools around the country are starting to offer this event (that&#39;s the only word I can think of to describe it; it&#39;s not a class or a seminar) as a way to teach parents more about the way their children are learning in these schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Journey (at least the one offered at our school) is based on a three-part lesson wherein the student is shown whatever it is they&#39;ll learn about, told what it is/how it works/etc. and then the student speaks about what s/he has learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Journey began last Friday night after dinner.  We parents who had signed up went to the school and spent most of our 2 hours there silently observing each level of classroom:  Toddler (ages 18mos - 3yrs), Primary (ages 3-5yrs), Lower Elementary (ages 6-8yrs),  Upper Elementary (ages 9-11) and Middle School (ages 12-14).  We were encouraged to get down to  what would be eye level for the ages of children who attend school in each room and we were not allowed to touch anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I should probably give a quick primer on some ways that Montessori is different than what most of us grew up with in regular schools.  Each class level, as you no doubt noted above, includes children of three different ages.  &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.montessori-namta.org/NAMTA/geninfo/mmbio.html&quot;&gt;Maria Montessori&#39;s&lt;/a&gt; belief (in *very* short) was that self-directed learning allows children to really internalize what they&#39;re interested in because they can choose it themselves and be given time to focus on their interests. Instead of rows of desks, identical learning materials handed out at the teacher&#39;s discretion and the students all doing the same thing at the same time, the classrooms here are divided into sections by subject (language, math, art, practical life, etc.), each section containing a number of different &quot;works&quot; pertaining to that subject.  The sections of the classrooms are partitioned off by low shelves which contain the works mentioned above, and tables and chairs are here and there around the room.  In each room there is also a large rug are where the children can take works to explore/do them.  During the childrens&#39; work time they move around the room at will and do whatever works interest them.  They can also do them alone or in groups, whichever way the children choose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for putting different ages together in the same classroom is that children can sometimes be each other&#39;s best teachers.  Also, if a child who is the oldest in his/her family comes into a class at the youngest age, s/he gets a taste of what it&#39;s like to be taught by an older child - something s/he never experiences at home.  The same is true for middle and youngest children:  As they move through three years in the same classroom, they get to experience learning in different age positions than they&#39;re used to occupying at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen the inside of Sweet Pea&#39;s Primary classroom many times since this is her second year at the school and we have had a number of potlucks in there (on normal school days, though, parents do not enter the room; we drop our kids at the door and that&#39;s it - so I always jokingly call Sweet Pea&#39;s classroom the &quot;inner sanctum&quot;) and I had been in one Toddler room when Sweet Pea&#39;s after-school Yoga class met there a couple times last year.  But I had never looked very closely at the Toddler room or seen any of the classrooms for the older children, so being able to explore the classrooms without children in them was very interesting.  I came home and told Slipshod, &quot;now I feel bad that The Bug isn&#39;t in the Toddler program.  She would have &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;SO MUCH FUN&lt;/span&gt; in there!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday the other attending parents and I returned at 8:30am and spent half the day going back through the classrooms, but this time we could talk and touch the works, work together if we wanted, as the children might, and even get a lesson from a teacher if we wished.  We were encouraged again to see the classrooms and materials as the children who use the classrooms do, which was pretty funny sometimes in the Toddler and Primary classrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While all the classrooms were exciting to me I had the most interest in seeing and experiencing the Lower Elementary classroom, since that&#39;s the level Sweet Pea will be moving up to next year.  The first night when we were only observing I came away with the impression that Sweet Pea might actually be scared when school first starts in August, since the space and some of the materials are so different than what she has had in the Primary room last year and this year.  However, after doing works in the rooms (the Lower Elementary class area we visited had two adjoining rooms with no door, just an open doorway, between them) I became so excited for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many new things there for her to explore, and much of what she will learn will really appeal to her sense of wonder and scientific curiosity.  She will be *thrilled* if the room she moves to has a big space poster on the wall.  There are books all about space and other wonderful things in the Science area.  There is a chore chart and each week each child is responsible for a specific job.  Starting in Lower Elementary the children have academic assignments to accomplish each week, and each child makes out her/his own schedule (which they will obviously have help with when they first start) for how s/he will accomplish those tasks in the time given.  Sweet Pea&#39;s reading ability really does seem to improve each and every day, but I can see how as it continues to improve over the next three years she will be able to learn more and more on her own in the classrooms.  And I can totally see how the materials in the Lower Elementary rooms will keep her raptly learning for three years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Upper Elementary area has three rooms joined by windowed walls as well as open doorways.  These learning spaces, and the materials available to the students, really drew us parents in and I was one of the many people heard afterward saying, &quot;if I had been allowed to learn like this growing up, there is no doubt in my mind that I could have learned math!&quot;  They have actual physical objects they can use to learn math.  Fractions of circles that you can touch and put together and move around.  Sticks and curves that you can stick together with brads to make shapes and angles.  Imagine!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Middle School has four rooms for the students.  We took a short writing lesson in one of them and did a science lab assignment in another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My experience of The Journey left me wanting to go back to school.  From the beginning.  I thought regular school worked pretty well for me in most subjects; I got mostly good grades and was able to roll with the style in which I was taught (except, as noted, in math).  But given this Montessori type of learning environment I think I could have come out ready to rule the world (with love and compassion and room for others&#39; differing views, even)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I do think that Sweet Pea will have a little (hopefully only a little) trouble making the transition to a new classroom, level, and time schedule (she&#39;ll be going to school all day for the first time; she&#39;s only doing 1/2 day kindergarten this year in the Primary level) next year, I think that once she settles in she will have a fantastic time exploring all the new learning materials available to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for The Bug...  What started as a joke between Sweet Pea&#39;s current teacher and me (&quot;Since Sweet Pea is leaving me next year,&quot; she said, &quot;you&#39;re going to need to give me The Bug in my class.&quot;) went from being a laughing matter to a thought process and then to a decision to enroll The Bug in the Primary program next year.  That was &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;before &lt;/span&gt;I took The Journey.  Now?  Well, yesterday after we dropped Sweet Pea off at her classroom, The Bug and I observed a Toddler class (that&#39;s where the parent sits quietly in a chair by the door while the child gets to check out anything and everything in the room for 20 minutes or so).  And she&#39;ll be starting in that class 2 days per week (for 2 hours) as soon as I get the paperwork filled out.  :o)</description><link>http://verbosityabounds.blogspot.com/2009/01/journey.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Violet the Verbose)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16872587.post-7043071485503984859</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Jan 2009 06:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-08T22:41:04.402-08:00</atom:updated><title>New and Interesting</title><description>Isn&#39;t it funny how, as life moves along, you often discover that you&#39;re moving from one phase to the next without really noticing?  It&#39;s kinda cool, really.  The beginnings of very new phases, such as school, are often difficult in one way or another (even if the child isn&#39;t upset, the parent may have a hard time with the transition), but then you find new things melting in alongside the old things and morphing the experience into something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, last year Sweet Pea just went to school.  2 1/2 hours every weekday afternoon, with no extras.  I thought that after-school activities sounded like too much and would make our day much more difficult, and possibly make her overtired.  I did offer her the chance to go to book club after school one day per week at the tail end of last school year, but she didn&#39;t want to go.  However, this year, as soon as school started, Sweet Pea started up with the book club.  One hour every Thursday after school.  No big deal; I&#39;d pick her up from her classroom at the usual time, she and The Bug and I would go sit in the car in the parking lot and have drinks and snacks, then half an hour later The Bug and I would take Sweet Pea back to her classroom and then we&#39;d have an hour at the park together, just the two of us, which was a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of Sweet Pea&#39;s classmates who was also in book club was going to child care during the first two sessions, just for that half hour between the end of school and beginning of book club.  She told Sweet Pea about the wonders of child care, and since then Sweet Pea has been all but begging to go to child care!  The other classmate&#39;s mother and I laugh and shake our heads - we thought we were doing the children such a favor by staying home with them, yet they can&#39;t &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;wait&lt;/span&gt; to go to child care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today Sweet Pea started her third session of Book Club, and this time, since it&#39;s most often too cold for The Bug and I to go to the park, and also because Sweet Pea&#39;s other classmate is in book club again, Slipshod and I consented to let Sweet Pea go to child care for the half hour every Thursday.  Sweet Pea&#39;s glowing account of child care today began with being allowed to go &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;upstairs &lt;/span&gt;for the first time ever at school, and included getting to open a rabbit cage in the room and pet the bunny, and making a jingly bracelet.  She can&#39;t wait to go back next week!  ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Sweet Pea thoroughly enjoy her first year of school last year and come out of her shell so much more this year, along with the facts that The Bug has never been shy or quiet, really really enjoys being social, and already thinks that she goes to Sweet Pea&#39;s school, have all contributed to my feeling now that The Bug is completely ready to start preschool next Fall and will LOVE it there.  And there it is again:  Even though The Bug hasn&#39;t started school yet, we&#39;ve made a plan, and here we are moving forward again, into yet another stage of our lives.  I know that the girls are really enjoying the new things they get to do as they grow.  I, too, am enjoying watching them bloom along the way.</description><link>http://verbosityabounds.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-and-interesting.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Violet the Verbose)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16872587.post-5065634924509351850</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Jan 2009 05:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-07T21:39:15.662-08:00</atom:updated><title>Notes To Self</title><description>1)  2-year-olds:  AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  Winter?  Not the season for play dates in the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3)  Cats?  Put a cork in &#39;em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot;&gt;The puddles of puke are appearing more regularly recently, including one delivered hot to the blanket over my legs in the wee hours of this morning.  I am hoping that having vacuumed the entire house today will help with the problem.  I remember friends saying their cats liked to eat &amp;amp; puke up Christmas tree needles.  I have now cleared our house of those for another 11 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://verbosityabounds.blogspot.com/2009/01/notes-to-self.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Violet the Verbose)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16872587.post-2130846663649997179</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Jan 2009 07:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-07T21:12:51.544-08:00</atom:updated><title>Bear With Me</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Hear me out, okay?  Here&#39;s my thing:  Every day I am beyond overwhelmed by my house.  Specifically by all the STUFF in it.  My brain works better in a physically clean environment.  Really.  I actually think I&#39;m not the only person who has this particular affliction; I remember in college when lots of people had large assignments due on the same day, that&#39;s when there would be a sign up sheet in the dorm for who gets to use the vacuum cleaner next.  Seriously.  The night before big papers, etc. were due, suddenly EVERYONE had to clean their dorm room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway - unfortunately I am not an organized person.  This fact about myself is beyond frustrating, because I REALLY REALLY WANT to be organized.  I &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;HATE &lt;/span&gt;having to stay up late or rush around at the last minute to get things done on time.  But that is almost always what happens, even when I make lists and plan and do things the night or even the &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;week &lt;/span&gt;before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of my problem is that my perfectionism has very strong kung fu; it can, and very often does, stop me in my tracks and keep me from accomplishing anything at all.  For instance - there&#39;s no way I can clean the house in one day, so why even start?  Common sense does not live here.  I am most often unable to see large things in parts or break activities into baby steps.  Thus, I am staggeringly overwhelmed all at once by EVERYTHING that needs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an effort to move myself along, it occurred to me that perhaps if I take pictures of some of the parts of the problems and could see them alone, disembodied from the rest of the house, that would help me focus on just one area at a time.  Below are some pictures of a few places in the house where mess collects without me even remembering putting anything there.  And while these places bother me, when I am cleaning it seems they are invisible to me, I think because they are relatively out of the way in terms of usage.  If the kitchen sink is a mess, I &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;have &lt;/span&gt;to clean that up before I can cook, but if the windowsill is a mess, oh well.  The windowsill doesn&#39;t get in my way so I don&#39;t look at it except while I&#39;m washing the dishes.  But I&#39;ll bet our company sees it when they come over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody loves a good post-makeover photo comparison, right?  I know I do.  So as I clean up these messes, I will post the before picture and an after picture of each area lovely and clutter-free.  I make no guesses or guarantees as to when each mess will be tackled and conquered, but it&#39;ll sure be fun to see results!  :o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhae-5_UgS4mQBdHnY4Cig_kEOHQ_uyonKDKvGFtEYWjudAxLi9g1T-K47ZEc9cXFXsNEYA_ynQxcCSJZRI2_NIKzk9ZBi0w0F7h3mf216BSaZeDAjJCTUqkzP2nOHvjqe-unovBQ/s1600-h/2009+01+06+001.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhae-5_UgS4mQBdHnY4Cig_kEOHQ_uyonKDKvGFtEYWjudAxLi9g1T-K47ZEc9cXFXsNEYA_ynQxcCSJZRI2_NIKzk9ZBi0w0F7h3mf216BSaZeDAjJCTUqkzP2nOHvjqe-unovBQ/s320/2009+01+06+001.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit 1:  The Kitchen Windowsill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;I have already removed three dead plants from this plant window, yet there is a fourth that needs to go.  See the blue cup on the top shelf?  That&#39;s where we planted the pumpkin seed that sprouted up out of the downstairs half-bath sink drain.  No, really.  But we didn&#39;t keep watering the poor thing.  The red cup  on the same shelf is full of seeds from many of the pieces of fruit Sweet Pea has eaten over the past year or so.  She intends to plant them all at some point.  It&#39;ll be great - we&#39;ll have apples, peaches, plums, nectarines, apricots, tangerines, and on and on and on.  There must be a better place to keep those seeds, though.  I could go on and on but I won&#39;t.  What I really want to see in this windowsill is the art glass.  There are glass pumpkins and a beautiful yellow glass pitcher with a cobalt blue handle on the top shelf.  They look gorgeous in the sun.  Can you see them in the picture?  The yellow pitcher, yes, but not its handle, and the pumpkins are hidden behind things.  And I want the actual tile part of the windowsill, atop the sink&#39;s backsplash, to be clutter-free enough to actually wash.  Yech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEIKGACF5RKjBwBH8ghCZl8mPxLWLJieLi2HcuPQguWansTSxx_KSDxjVETRBR9oOEuspiNm4xQy7zQ7K17cmmoxLIuVSlzE1DPU_gi0mzV8TeDhzqvqO3K8awZa5BxX7D1mRUlg/s1600-h/2009+01+06+004.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEIKGACF5RKjBwBH8ghCZl8mPxLWLJieLi2HcuPQguWansTSxx_KSDxjVETRBR9oOEuspiNm4xQy7zQ7K17cmmoxLIuVSlzE1DPU_gi0mzV8TeDhzqvqO3K8awZa5BxX7D1mRUlg/s320/2009+01+06+004.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Exhibit 2:  The End of the Kitchen Counter Nearest the Table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This bit of counter is the first thing you see as you come in the front door, when you look all the way to the back of the house.  It really makes a visual difference coming in the front door if this area is dirty or clean.  Obviously the fruit bowl and basket full of cloth napkins will stay there, but all the rest of the little odds and ends?  Away with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzETw8IHOHv2srUZFXoU7Y_W4DvyRtap5G_koQU0eeeVi5xLlI4i-v30ELt0hxNwbx0W1OnO1YWhAHdKyGcS1-vQ0e-Tq49qLs19oAeO3BpuKzM2WlXlexA5_ZzWQBjMpIhxms8Q/s1600-h/2009+01+06+005.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzETw8IHOHv2srUZFXoU7Y_W4DvyRtap5G_koQU0eeeVi5xLlI4i-v30ELt0hxNwbx0W1OnO1YWhAHdKyGcS1-vQ0e-Tq49qLs19oAeO3BpuKzM2WlXlexA5_ZzWQBjMpIhxms8Q/s320/2009+01+06+005.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exhibit 3:  The Top of the Cabinets on the Upstairs Landing.&lt;br /&gt;This is the weird thing about all these places.  I don&#39;t remember putting most of this stuff there.  It must have accrued over a very long period of time.  I can tell that at the time those things were left there I didn&#39;t know what to do with most of them.  Others were meant to rest there only for a while until I had time to put them away in a different room, and then that never happened.  I walk by this area zillions of times per day.  It would make me feel so much happier to see it clean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond just wanting to live in a clean house, I really want to teach my daughters good habits.  For that reason I feel a very pressing need to find a useful way to keep up with our house and our lives in general while still having fun with my family, instead of constantly being stressed about cleaning like I am now.  The most obvious way is to determine what is clutter to us and what is useful, and remove the clutter from our lives, which I do from time to time by leaving things out for charities on pick-up days and freecycling other stuff.  I need to crank up the sorting and get back to giving away what we can and trying to sell what we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really going to try to start again with &lt;a style=&quot;color: rgb(153, 51, 153);&quot; href=&quot;http://www.flylady.org/&quot;&gt;Flylady&#39;s&lt;/a&gt; baby steps (and her encouragement to just do something for 15 minutes and then quit, because getting 15 minutes of work done per day is &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;way &lt;/span&gt;better than getting nothing done per day!).  While I have made some of her practices part of my everyday life, I have FAR to go to get a system down, and my biggest problem in following her plan is the perfectionism.  I want to do one baby step per day, and if I fail at that, I quit.  :o(  But I am going to try again and again, because if I can just incorporate small new practices into my life, everything and everyone around here will benefit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you keep your life/house sorted?  I&#39;d love to hear about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasa.google.com/blogger/&quot; target=&quot;ext&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif&quot; alt=&quot;Posted by Picasa&quot; style=&quot;border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;&quot; align=&quot;middle&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://verbosityabounds.blogspot.com/2009/01/bear-with-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Violet the Verbose)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhae-5_UgS4mQBdHnY4Cig_kEOHQ_uyonKDKvGFtEYWjudAxLi9g1T-K47ZEc9cXFXsNEYA_ynQxcCSJZRI2_NIKzk9ZBi0w0F7h3mf216BSaZeDAjJCTUqkzP2nOHvjqe-unovBQ/s72-c/2009+01+06+001.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16872587.post-2273689409956241345</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Jan 2009 18:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-05T10:58:20.086-08:00</atom:updated><title>Change is Coming!</title><description>I have created a new blog.  There is work to be done.  Stay tuned.  :o)</description><link>http://verbosityabounds.blogspot.com/2009/01/change-is-coming.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Violet the Verbose)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16872587.post-6564454545851704496</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Jan 2009 08:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-04T09:18:11.352-08:00</atom:updated><title>The Butterflies</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;For January 3rd (I did at least get the pictures off the camera before midnight) I bring you (thanks again to my 4-photo limit) a three-part post of our day.  In these entries the information about each photo will be under the photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTFu9JMfia56jBuPZHdeV5FM6HcuHMH_fxlnhWKdGWkEp62_TM-A283cIWCwAk5npPZVbp1G8p6P_SnaeWaUbJCq5v_T_21QRC1mq1ImIS44RWz5OZyll6tWEGKBH7YKP0cSZYtA/s1600-h/2009+01+03+004.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTFu9JMfia56jBuPZHdeV5FM6HcuHMH_fxlnhWKdGWkEp62_TM-A283cIWCwAk5npPZVbp1G8p6P_SnaeWaUbJCq5v_T_21QRC1mq1ImIS44RWz5OZyll6tWEGKBH7YKP0cSZYtA/s320/2009+01+03+004.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;There they are!  The monarchs!  See the orange cluster in the middle of the picture?  Click on the picture to see it larger.  Slipshod will have better photos than this, what with his fancy big camera and lenses and whatnot.  But this is what I have from my camera, so I hope it&#39;ll do.  From all the pictures I&#39;ve seen of the Monarch stopover along the coast I expected multiple trees to be coated with butterflies, but there were only a couple clusters that I could see.  It was warm enough for the butterflies to fly, though, so they were flitting about between the trees, which was neat to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBstUmOBDqIMJgq4uS2EV_yOgW1v_9UgR1FYkj781htoWAg24zWwTRWEbRqeCmT0QlU04TvI5T4nceIrFTAtdwWcvAm5p-5ORWdSJ6EuF6l1K5eDRkpk_xtjEDZd3gfVqXTnlxKw/s1600-h/2009+01+03+005.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBstUmOBDqIMJgq4uS2EV_yOgW1v_9UgR1FYkj781htoWAg24zWwTRWEbRqeCmT0QlU04TvI5T4nceIrFTAtdwWcvAm5p-5ORWdSJ6EuF6l1K5eDRkpk_xtjEDZd3gfVqXTnlxKw/s320/2009+01+03+005.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;The girls, who had been excitedly yelling all day about seeing the butterflies, took a couple looks and then found more exciting things to play with on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDlUqkmJUQUaVD-NfpjcWYAwXlwudWr7cxs_PuLYCrXm4QjFLezQaUosZr2cU-7rvtARX4yLLpYRuDB_a7fTJuSzfQO7DjKLtvXxuaG-6qigqgAkTYLEYZFPG5SyJOJvNydCIezQ/s1600-h/2009+01+03+011.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDlUqkmJUQUaVD-NfpjcWYAwXlwudWr7cxs_PuLYCrXm4QjFLezQaUosZr2cU-7rvtARX4yLLpYRuDB_a7fTJuSzfQO7DjKLtvXxuaG-6qigqgAkTYLEYZFPG5SyJOJvNydCIezQ/s320/2009+01+03+011.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;At the end of the trail there was a bigger area of boardwalk where we met a family hanging out, letting their girls run off some steam.  Sweet Pea and The Bug joined in and made new friends.  On our way back up the boardwalk one of the kids (I think it was Sweet Pea) spotted something off to the side.  What&#39;s all the fuss?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfSJzqzRjvZ1IHroatom5fQ_3TClaPyNj2DMIRHTmSVP6ovgfILWfvUviY0h-H0Ghyphenhyphenm4Xtjj0NORZj7bWDEf9od30ukUDYPdVhyphenhyphenmquh0aCIcFSs4XV7tTrgVsxhkJZdlMr6kAWmQ/s1600-h/2009+01+03+008.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfSJzqzRjvZ1IHroatom5fQ_3TClaPyNj2DMIRHTmSVP6ovgfILWfvUviY0h-H0Ghyphenhyphenm4Xtjj0NORZj7bWDEf9od30ukUDYPdVhyphenhyphenmquh0aCIcFSs4XV7tTrgVsxhkJZdlMr6kAWmQ/s320/2009+01+03+008.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poor little creature.  At first we just thought we were looking at a butterfly that came down to ground level to see what was going on, but as we watched and saw it slowly flapping we realized that it had only its left wing!  All four of the girls in the photo above felt such empathy for the crippled butterfly, it was so sweet to hear them saying how sad they were for it and how they wished they could take it home and care for it, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasa.google.com/blogger/&quot; target=&quot;ext&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif&quot; alt=&quot;Posted by Picasa&quot; style=&quot;border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;&quot; align=&quot;middle&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://verbosityabounds.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Violet the Verbose)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTFu9JMfia56jBuPZHdeV5FM6HcuHMH_fxlnhWKdGWkEp62_TM-A283cIWCwAk5npPZVbp1G8p6P_SnaeWaUbJCq5v_T_21QRC1mq1ImIS44RWz5OZyll6tWEGKBH7YKP0cSZYtA/s72-c/2009+01+03+004.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16872587.post-9043882211876630373</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Jan 2009 08:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-04T00:18:06.459-08:00</atom:updated><title>The Hike</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE8Q8jYxMeVLcItY4WYcRdeRinJfj2_1iOYICa-DuXcVtGrpkyJLr8TgjxKXpfDpOEuj8ohZLFIcZmSXr40m7qMA-yy6D82TTrg9W68xemXbBQjKMDM5W_UVfLHtDemeFxH_juxw/s1600-h/2009+01+03+017.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE8Q8jYxMeVLcItY4WYcRdeRinJfj2_1iOYICa-DuXcVtGrpkyJLr8TgjxKXpfDpOEuj8ohZLFIcZmSXr40m7qMA-yy6D82TTrg9W68xemXbBQjKMDM5W_UVfLHtDemeFxH_juxw/s320/2009+01+03+017.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Then we continued up the trail past the butterfly grove for a hike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqYPW1wHg9inS1QBGQhG9BAEK4JWNeSHkYNQnR3PO2DB1ciC1c5knpiFRp_9WaGUtctlBxXF5XKahjVquYcWn8lCWLJjj9OrpZaLXOzZGhkJ3fQSnxs6HA1X7dEPOPTHewO0IBig/s1600-h/2009+01+03+015.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; 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text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidTZdlg5dojv9WRaPEIdG0T_fViwxzKnvFvDOP_0U19o-SHUUAY8g5qizMv4peS4sCcPLvMtEYoPAgYeEJ6M3rks7XVeyWiCG8wI04T20qm3vJNRerQtdp-bxzSxzVIrr2jmgg5w/s1600-h/2009+01+03+019.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidTZdlg5dojv9WRaPEIdG0T_fViwxzKnvFvDOP_0U19o-SHUUAY8g5qizMv4peS4sCcPLvMtEYoPAgYeEJ6M3rks7XVeyWiCG8wI04T20qm3vJNRerQtdp-bxzSxzVIrr2jmgg5w/s320/2009+01+03+019.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, playing in the dirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasa.google.com/blogger/&quot; target=&quot;ext&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif&quot; alt=&quot;Posted by Picasa&quot; style=&quot;border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;&quot; align=&quot;middle&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://verbosityabounds.blogspot.com/2009/01/hike.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Violet the Verbose)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE8Q8jYxMeVLcItY4WYcRdeRinJfj2_1iOYICa-DuXcVtGrpkyJLr8TgjxKXpfDpOEuj8ohZLFIcZmSXr40m7qMA-yy6D82TTrg9W68xemXbBQjKMDM5W_UVfLHtDemeFxH_juxw/s72-c/2009+01+03+017.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16872587.post-5175282694939450414</guid><pubDate>Sun, 04 Jan 2009 07:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-04T00:29:14.410-08:00</atom:updated><title>The Beach</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;See?  See?  Look!  I told you I got the pictures off the camera before midnight - I even managed to get these four posted before then!  It says January 3rd right up there above the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTKdFH1hLE2c6iWK4uUCLetAOnAG4AWrluRpeCZhp_b4g2XNUVU4yFAAd0BIDV8zk3AT1_HpNBoEaTRxP8ZI3FXDqdQcqqqmsNfuASTXL9qbgTg4aUXFrhN2Y90MX-iHoiVVDAfQ/s1600-h/2009+01+03+032.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTKdFH1hLE2c6iWK4uUCLetAOnAG4AWrluRpeCZhp_b4g2XNUVU4yFAAd0BIDV8zk3AT1_HpNBoEaTRxP8ZI3FXDqdQcqqqmsNfuASTXL9qbgTg4aUXFrhN2Y90MX-iHoiVVDAfQ/s320/2009+01+03+032.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;We didn&#39;t know where the trail we were following would take us.  It ended at the beach, which I suppose isn&#39;t surprising, since we drove along the water to get to the park, and Natural Bridges &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;a State Beach.  Check out that natural bridge out there in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHeewpX9xIDARv_7VzmVzH3JXgaOivXeg7gDU2x8nIWqi_HeFvyJ51ExavA9yl_T5Cot3h1fBYwunlSumqzskMC0w0BQz5iSSlKVq2GB7MJfq5ElS5Jj1NpIOQJ2sQrho_Wp9m3A/s1600-h/2009+01+03+033.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHeewpX9xIDARv_7VzmVzH3JXgaOivXeg7gDU2x8nIWqi_HeFvyJ51ExavA9yl_T5Cot3h1fBYwunlSumqzskMC0w0BQz5iSSlKVq2GB7MJfq5ElS5Jj1NpIOQJ2sQrho_Wp9m3A/s320/2009+01+03+033.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;We had talked about not going swimming in the ocean on our drive there, but somehow when we actually got to the beach my better judgement failed me (possibly because there were so many other people - children and adults - running around barefoot in the surf).  The girls had a really good time for a while.  The Bug, however, was ambushed by a wave that came up further than anyone expected, and got knocked on her butt, so she got cold first (though it took quite a long time to occur to her).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEzWAOwGpTqVOscwLAq8uL_d7qjdv73jz2fVeWZKhsxs6kDseLM2rj8pNVR6z1Tu-D3bl4wf9vzP090fa5iNqnD3s-ZpO1cruTOxxfUIVc6lR-tHoHd3ihg3voCyPVWTGfPh7ZWg/s1600-h/2009+01+03+038.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEzWAOwGpTqVOscwLAq8uL_d7qjdv73jz2fVeWZKhsxs6kDseLM2rj8pNVR6z1Tu-D3bl4wf9vzP090fa5iNqnD3s-ZpO1cruTOxxfUIVc6lR-tHoHd3ihg3voCyPVWTGfPh7ZWg/s320/2009+01+03+038.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Sweet Pea had so much fun running down toward the ocean and then running away when the waves came up - she squealed and giggled the whole time we were there, I think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXBQKNN3KCwF7-qK11tuJ8dfsHq97X6MfOE2o1lK13KUsKGi1pBdIXb8kUp4IgvoehmXzIMjp8Vaa96B9gJ6_Qv47L-Pe-3_47pSPuz8T3RJUW-swCmZrx_bIhc8LcWafl9NgqmQ/s1600-h/2009+01+03+040.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXBQKNN3KCwF7-qK11tuJ8dfsHq97X6MfOE2o1lK13KUsKGi1pBdIXb8kUp4IgvoehmXzIMjp8Vaa96B9gJ6_Qv47L-Pe-3_47pSPuz8T3RJUW-swCmZrx_bIhc8LcWafl9NgqmQ/s320/2009+01+03+040.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beach portion of this day ended with two very wet, very cold little girls, who we took back to the car and changed into dry clothes, puffy jackets and mittens, which we had brought along.  Then we went in search of dinner, and after we had eaten we drove home, being hounded THE WHOLE WAY by questions from the back seat about &quot;why did that butterfly only have one wing?  How do you think it lost its other wing?  Will it grow another one?  Will it be okay?  Can it get back up into the tree with its friends?&quot; and on and on and on.  Sweet girls, they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasa.google.com/blogger/&quot; target=&quot;ext&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif&quot; alt=&quot;Posted by Picasa&quot; style=&quot;border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;&quot; align=&quot;middle&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://verbosityabounds.blogspot.com/2009/01/beach.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Violet the Verbose)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTKdFH1hLE2c6iWK4uUCLetAOnAG4AWrluRpeCZhp_b4g2XNUVU4yFAAd0BIDV8zk3AT1_HpNBoEaTRxP8ZI3FXDqdQcqqqmsNfuASTXL9qbgTg4aUXFrhN2Y90MX-iHoiVVDAfQ/s72-c/2009+01+03+032.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16872587.post-6738470422639601214</guid><pubDate>Sat, 03 Jan 2009 07:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-03T00:17:20.306-08:00</atom:updated><title>Rewind a Couple Weeks</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know that you can thank &lt;a style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;&quot; href=&quot;http://www.jennyonthespot.com/&quot;&gt;Jenny&lt;/a&gt; for inspiring me to get back here and dust off the cobwebs and post again.  Do you know what she did?  She posted on her blog EVERY DAY of 2008!  I am in awe, and vowed to see if I could post here two days in a row.  Check me out!  I&#39;m posting right before midnight, but I&#39;m here!  :o)  By the way, if you don&#39;t already read Jenny&#39;s blog, I highly recommend it.  She is hilarious, goofy, foxy and crafty!  I met Jenny and her best friend &lt;a style=&quot;color: rgb(51, 51, 255);&quot; href=&quot;http://preteenstoddlersandnewbornsohmy.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Jennie &lt;/a&gt;the first night at Blogher last summer.  I love them!  Go visit their blogs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Jenny, once when I mentioned on either Twitter or Facebook (I can&#39;t keep up) that the girls and I had made salt dough ornaments, she encouraged me to post pictures.  &lt;a href=&quot;http://crafts.kaboose.com/saltdoughgifttoppers.html&quot;&gt;I got the recipe over at kaboose.com&lt;/a&gt; and let me tell you, this recipe came out the perfect consistency.  We will be making it again in the future just as homemade play dough, and also to use to make hand print plaques for Father&#39;s Day.  I was using a different recipe for the plaques in the past, but now that I&#39;ve discovered this one I like it way better.  Anyhoo - I didn&#39;t actually take any photos during the mixing, rolling out, cutting and baking phases of our salt dough ornament project, but oh have I got painting pictures for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we see The Bug, painting everything uniformly muddy pink.  She was just happy to be painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiCl51ifgBEsqHGWRAGY1xWlESqomJ98vw5FUW1RKebNrlnNF6x6uv7QMcE8ZR4ESgx7EbJjcShwZUxdIhfDy2eQ0gdEd___wLS_KUJ49f9hTN0AVWBeKb5JPuDar2SCoZ7DFZdw/s1600-h/2008+12+16+003.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiCl51ifgBEsqHGWRAGY1xWlESqomJ98vw5FUW1RKebNrlnNF6x6uv7QMcE8ZR4ESgx7EbJjcShwZUxdIhfDy2eQ0gdEd___wLS_KUJ49f9hTN0AVWBeKb5JPuDar2SCoZ7DFZdw/s320/2008+12+16+003.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Meanwhile, Sweet Pea went with a more traditional approach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKAKEg40BAM_CwhRuhTFrG18qeWc2LOKZeSQF2Su7b_h9UWFd7u_91KyoIgr6Ic-blm7hDhD2HNI0Y7QlT7BxLLkt46YZqefh1jC0FZr97smoVEVMCuiEhmE9_-5e21dEvUgxb5g/s1600-h/2008+12+16+005.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKAKEg40BAM_CwhRuhTFrG18qeWc2LOKZeSQF2Su7b_h9UWFd7u_91KyoIgr6Ic-blm7hDhD2HNI0Y7QlT7BxLLkt46YZqefh1jC0FZr97smoVEVMCuiEhmE9_-5e21dEvUgxb5g/s320/2008+12+16+005.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;The ornament painting inevitably became self painting.  Here you see The Bug refocused on a piece of paper that I stuck in front of her, hoping the distraction would curb any clothes or face painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmFiwvIRzOyW3qdoStZF49WuLaablH0Kh04EefRzhIrGCujLuXRlHSIeme7npeMtvbNadYxMugyB82npnevsM1TDLP_uKSUjzquXHBGMHenvWIJHuzJ1DSwDEwczvTjS5mtttKTw/s1600-h/2008+12+16+011.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmFiwvIRzOyW3qdoStZF49WuLaablH0Kh04EefRzhIrGCujLuXRlHSIeme7npeMtvbNadYxMugyB82npnevsM1TDLP_uKSUjzquXHBGMHenvWIJHuzJ1DSwDEwczvTjS5mtttKTw/s320/2008+12+16+011.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Sweet Pea turned to finger painting as well.  The way she&#39;s holding her hand is how she makes a &quot;hand kitty.&quot;  She&#39;s holding up her middle finger because it&#39;s the kitty&#39;s head.  That hand kitty is walking all over the paper, making painty footprints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIdVgnFqp90a01BUOTWaYJUEOuvvUwPfqaZ51LlvvojPw9S8TkHN9QtuKJDUboPQ66bQ_L0DEauxd6f5KQ01nXuhuSn-iPocvc7-7BkD8uBnTmPQiksHVNJfN29PRAqC3QWeAxdw/s1600-h/2008+12+16+016.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIdVgnFqp90a01BUOTWaYJUEOuvvUwPfqaZ51LlvvojPw9S8TkHN9QtuKJDUboPQ66bQ_L0DEauxd6f5KQ01nXuhuSn-iPocvc7-7BkD8uBnTmPQiksHVNJfN29PRAqC3QWeAxdw/s320/2008+12+16+016.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did, in fact, take the girls to see The Tale of Despereaux today, and all of us enjoyed the movie.  It&#39;s not as good as Cars, but is any movie?  Despereaux was a very enjoyable tale and we had a great time having a rare day out just for fun, together as a family.  Our plans are still on for the trip to Natural Bridges tomorrow to see the butterflies.  This is fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to let you know, I have ideas a-brewing in my head and &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;will &lt;/span&gt;be back here much more often.  Due to the maddening 4-photo limit on this blog I am seriously considering starting a new blog where I can post as many damned photos as I want.  Thoughts are percolating through my brain about ways I can do things a little differently on the next blog, or just themes I can revisit from time to time.  Stay tuned!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasa.google.com/blogger/&quot; target=&quot;ext&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif&quot; alt=&quot;Posted by Picasa&quot; style=&quot;border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;&quot; align=&quot;middle&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://verbosityabounds.blogspot.com/2009/01/rewind-couple-weeks.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Violet the Verbose)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiCl51ifgBEsqHGWRAGY1xWlESqomJ98vw5FUW1RKebNrlnNF6x6uv7QMcE8ZR4ESgx7EbJjcShwZUxdIhfDy2eQ0gdEd___wLS_KUJ49f9hTN0AVWBeKb5JPuDar2SCoZ7DFZdw/s72-c/2008+12+16+003.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16872587.post-2196427726061074886</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Jan 2009 07:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-01T23:52:17.536-08:00</atom:updated><title>Aaaaand, She Slides in at the Last Minute...</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;to report on the New Year&#39;s Day happenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which today, for the rest of my family, involved simply eating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYcM0N2lo-drb7hTfaxzULuJ74IiXh9U19OB4mKHFzfYv0yY6kVELi4QwfByslWiPNk8gzGpC5KwuOcrFnxqtCVlO4iYM3TOq2tvck8TMhH9y7LPebCocQuPH_ccc-9kgS8kI_jg/s1600-h/2009+01+01+001.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYcM0N2lo-drb7hTfaxzULuJ74IiXh9U19OB4mKHFzfYv0yY6kVELi4QwfByslWiPNk8gzGpC5KwuOcrFnxqtCVlO4iYM3TOq2tvck8TMhH9y7LPebCocQuPH_ccc-9kgS8kI_jg/s320/2009+01+01+001.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;and sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3WQn-GeOVrOCzMMltvr7FLKffsn53NLr-XWPt1EA8AhqmQYMeWRfEIOwg3LlPJyYzRS2tkIxjfMqeWYpusD7Si5Yj4goHsUelEhfsji-l_GT8z3duOM8gLx62J8mtlYcR6K2zzw/s1600-h/2009+01+01+002.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3WQn-GeOVrOCzMMltvr7FLKffsn53NLr-XWPt1EA8AhqmQYMeWRfEIOwg3LlPJyYzRS2tkIxjfMqeWYpusD7Si5Yj4goHsUelEhfsji-l_GT8z3duOM8gLx62J8mtlYcR6K2zzw/s320/2009+01+01+002.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and play.  Of course there was play, too.  Lots of play.  Play-Doh, in fact.  All over the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, New Year&#39;s Day was spent in a cleaning frenzy.  I want to have everything ready for next week, and I want to start back to &quot;life as usual&quot; with a clean house, if at all possible.  To that end, I folded and put away 5 or more loads of laundry today, washed at least 4 more and then folded and put &lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;them &lt;/span&gt;away, replaced hardware on and rehung a shower door, scrubbed a different shower, washed the dirty dishes that have been piling up in the kitchen for a couple days, fed my family at the appropriate times, and finally got that infernal holiday card list finalized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day was complicated by The Bug, who &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; needs naps, &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; napping, while Sweet Pea, who hasn&#39;t napped in nearly 2 years, &lt;em&gt;did&lt;/em&gt; nap.   The result wasn&#39;t too bad with The Bug, which was nice (most days when she misses her nap she&#39;s miserable for the afternoon &amp;amp; evening), but Sweet Pea, unsurprisingly, could not get to sleep tonight. After trying to get to sleep for 45 minutes or so she cried and wanted me to snuggle with her and I kept asking if she was tired, figuring that if she wasn&#39;t, she could come downstairs with us for a while.  She seemed to want to stay in bed, however, but finally she said she&#39;d like to come downstairs with me if I were leaving the room, so she came down and helped me put the return address labels on our New Years card envelopes before Slipshod took her back to bed an hour later.  While we were working, she told me and Slipshod that she was really enjoying having some time with just the two of us, since she doesn&#39;t get that very often and she misses it.  Cutie pie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls don&#39;t know it yet but we are planning to take them to see Despereaux tomorrow.  Then on Saturday if everyone seems up for it, we may go to &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.parks.ca.gov/default.asp?page_id=541&quot;&gt;Natural Bridges State Beach&lt;/a&gt; to see the Monarch butterflies and then to the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.beachboardwalk.com/&quot;&gt;Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk&lt;/a&gt; to ride the carousel and whatever other little kid rides they have.  Should be a hoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did you start 2009?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasa.google.com/blogger/&quot; target=&quot;ext&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif&quot; alt=&quot;Posted by Picasa&quot; style=&quot;border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;&quot; align=&quot;middle&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://verbosityabounds.blogspot.com/2009/01/aaaaand-she-slides-in-at-last-minute.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Violet the Verbose)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYcM0N2lo-drb7hTfaxzULuJ74IiXh9U19OB4mKHFzfYv0yY6kVELi4QwfByslWiPNk8gzGpC5KwuOcrFnxqtCVlO4iYM3TOq2tvck8TMhH9y7LPebCocQuPH_ccc-9kgS8kI_jg/s72-c/2009+01+01+001.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16872587.post-919654314259565021</guid><pubDate>Fri, 12 Dec 2008 06:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T22:29:37.432-08:00</atom:updated><title>Disneyland Notes</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot;&gt;Slipshod and I have come up with some fantastic ideas for Disneyland:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) (mine) - When a guest enters the park they should be handed a temporary tattoo of the Disneyland park map.&lt;br /&gt;We had at least two maps with our group at all times but were constantly searching our bags for them.&lt;br /&gt;2) (Slipshod&#39;s) - Strollers at Disneyland should have a park map attached to them (really, how hard would that be?) OR, his preference, a GPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our visit to Disneyland and California Adventure was fantastic.  We had tons of fun every day we went and it was so nice to be in a place where so many of the rides do not have a height limit.  Neither of the girls liked Mr. Toad&#39;s Wild Ride because of the hell scene at the end (if I had remembered that part of the ride I never would have taken them in), but The Bug still agreed to pose for a picture in the car outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRoTZSKzj63drlikiFV3h45T6bQvhPxAmSNXaT-TgCMjKkkcL9rLVI_yAjQpgVqcwkWa-h8TR-qloKDAmSElEncAvpt9k3bC78_20qF4bFN6I1fE124dySYbf49B2m35QK0pf_rA/s1600-h/2008+12+09+001.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRoTZSKzj63drlikiFV3h45T6bQvhPxAmSNXaT-TgCMjKkkcL9rLVI_yAjQpgVqcwkWa-h8TR-qloKDAmSElEncAvpt9k3bC78_20qF4bFN6I1fE124dySYbf49B2m35QK0pf_rA/s320/2008+12+09+001.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Boopa, Sweet Pea became obsessed with finding as many &quot;hidden Mickeys&quot; as possible, though when you only go on rides in a couple parts of the park, you&#39;re not going to be in the right places to see most of them.  Thanks to the book (yes, we cheated), she and I did find a hidden Mickey in the Sun Fountain Plaza in California Adventure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh8RnPreTvhFYFiPo2WVwz9U_ckk3XuUbMgXU3PNk9SjRq_Bx2BX2RpX5BzEzPTU6qmNXh7oucl8zP2D_zKkRNaUiTCQfS_RAdYYUDozHo2Y-Rta2iwmSDNtXUJtdwycfbtr8ySA/s1600-h/2008+12+09+006.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh8RnPreTvhFYFiPo2WVwz9U_ckk3XuUbMgXU3PNk9SjRq_Bx2BX2RpX5BzEzPTU6qmNXh7oucl8zP2D_zKkRNaUiTCQfS_RAdYYUDozHo2Y-Rta2iwmSDNtXUJtdwycfbtr8ySA/s320/2008+12+09+006.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I really liked the fantastically decorated Christmas trees in Toon Town.  Most of the ornaments were bigger than my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuv6cDUdS8WKyByvlfUwGpXXBoUiuyPzGnUShqDjicWRySZFdYR_206hbj9b8o84iWInk2VYBvMnAgnYjskmh_v-34ZSFWjv3DBxZQgKP1BNSKyZ0MkqDui6pWFELCoIX1h649mA/s1600-h/2008+12+09+010.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuv6cDUdS8WKyByvlfUwGpXXBoUiuyPzGnUShqDjicWRySZFdYR_206hbj9b8o84iWInk2VYBvMnAgnYjskmh_v-34ZSFWjv3DBxZQgKP1BNSKyZ0MkqDui6pWFELCoIX1h649mA/s320/2008+12+09+010.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Monday night Slipshod and I went to dinner by ourselves at the Blue Bayou restaurant inside the Pirates of the Caribbean ride.  The girls stayed with their grandparents and since we had to run to get to the restaurant on time as soon as we got off the tram after returning to the park after naptime, The Bug cried hard and was completely miserable as we ran off after hugging her and Sweet Pea goodbye.  Grandma figured she&#39;d introduce The Bug, age 2, to SHOPPING THERAPY.  Thanks so much, Grandma.  The Bug was not the least bit swayed until she saw a certain pair of shoes.  The rest of the evening she was completely fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfx4iK1BMg1KStIjzdxQmlSEprfPOVIS7zojn_Ewfm9m4fgO0gS87KfNopUlelQnBtQYmJWSdsSnvL8s65NtO2KsUdv3An_j5hC4NRkFozO1fbdDFgZIJ6C9wQk8OgTwfzZByVUg/s1600-h/2008+12+09+026.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfx4iK1BMg1KStIjzdxQmlSEprfPOVIS7zojn_Ewfm9m4fgO0gS87KfNopUlelQnBtQYmJWSdsSnvL8s65NtO2KsUdv3An_j5hC4NRkFozO1fbdDFgZIJ6C9wQk8OgTwfzZByVUg/s320/2008+12+09+026.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a really fun time seeing our So. Cal. - dwelling friends; two families at the parks on Saturday and one family at their home on Sunday (when we also visited the Griffith Observatory, which Sweet Pea and her grandpa really really enjoyed - grandpa even said that the planetarium show there was the best he&#39;s ever seen, and he&#39;s seen a lot of &#39;em so that&#39;s high praise).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, The Bug never got comfortable with all the change on our trip, and now that we&#39;re home she&#39;s having trouble settling back in too.  She is grumpy often these days, which is not normal for her, and I feel pretty awful when she gets really upset because I know she&#39;s probably just discombobulated and there&#39;s nothing that&#39;ll fix that but time.  We&#39;re back on our usual routine as of today but one day isn&#39;t going to settle her in so she was still very out of sorts tonight and bedtime was a horror which resulted in The Bug screaming herself to sleep in the guest room and Slipshod accidentally falling asleep with Sweet Pea, who didn&#39;t want to be alone after The Bug was evicted from their room for the night.  Normally I probably would have snuggled The Bug to sleep but for some reason tonight I just wanted to get out of there and I couldn&#39;t get her to settle down so as I walked down the stairs she opened their bedroom door (a new skill she seems to have only in times of extreme unhappiness) and screamed her head off.  Slipshod took over from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really the trip went very well over all, but I feel like next time we do this The Bug will probably be old enough to take all the change more in stride.  And not nearly break her mother by wanting to be carried through Disneyland all day long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My apologies if any of these sentences do not make sense; all I want to do is escape into a TV show right now, but I wanted to post a few pictures and a little rundown of our trip.  Slipshod took most of the photos on the trip and I haven&#39;t even seen most of them yet, so there will be more later when he gets &#39;em all downloaded!  :o)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&#39;clear:both; text-align:CENTER&#39;&gt;&lt;a href=&#39;http://picasa.google.com/blogger/&#39; target=&#39;ext&#39;&gt;&lt;img src=&#39;http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif&#39; alt=&#39;Posted by Picasa&#39; style=&#39;border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;&#39; align=&#39;middle&#39; border=&#39;0&#39; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://verbosityabounds.blogspot.com/2008/12/disneyland-notes.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Violet the Verbose)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRoTZSKzj63drlikiFV3h45T6bQvhPxAmSNXaT-TgCMjKkkcL9rLVI_yAjQpgVqcwkWa-h8TR-qloKDAmSElEncAvpt9k3bC78_20qF4bFN6I1fE124dySYbf49B2m35QK0pf_rA/s72-c/2008+12+09+001.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16872587.post-2804927307850703540</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2008 05:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-05T23:12:32.875-08:00</atom:updated><title>News!</title><description>Three things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  Sweet Pea&#39;s school picture is SO COMPLETELY ADORABLE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2)  Last night Sweet Pea had to sleep in the guest room with nobody snuggling her to sleep, etc.  I know this is not a good thing, but earlier in the day when she didn&#39;t beat the timer getting dressed I had told her she would have to sleep in a different room by herself that night so I had to stick with the prescribed punishment.  Even though it was something I shouldn&#39;t have used as a punishment because it&#39;s something I do want her to learn to do ANYway, as a growing kid.  I thought she was going to beat the timer.  And I couldn&#39;t think of a better idea at the moment that I uttered what the punishment would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYway, this morning after she woke up, Sweet Pea bounded into our room and happily proclaimed, &quot;that was fun!  I like sleeping by myself in my own high bed (the guest bed is on a frame; the kid bed in our room is not) in a different room!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW!  That was cool.  The girls currently sleep together on a full sized mattress on the master bedroom floor (although The Bug wakes up almost every night and climbs into the &quot;big bed&quot; with Slipshod and me) and while I actually like having the kids in our room, I do hope that some day they will both want to move out and into their own room.  All the things I read about co-sleeping when Sweet Pea was a baby said that if kids are allowed to sleep in a family bed they will ask to move out of the bed and out of the room when they&#39;re ready, which they say usually happens between... oh, now I can&#39;t remember the ages.  But 5 is about right, so there you go!  It really does work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we don&#39;t have a bed frame for Sweet Pea and she also wants to sleep alone, not with her sister anymore, so we&#39;ve got a little shopping and a lot of rearranging to do, but this is exciting!  I don&#39;t know if The Bug will want to move to a different room with her sister, but it doesn&#39;t matter.  Since Sweet Pea is ready for her own bed we&#39;ll get another twin sized bed for The Bug and put it in whichever room she wants to sleep in.  My feeling is that she will want to keep her bed in the master bedroom but she is missing her sister from their bed (Sweet Pea is sleeping in the guest room alone again tonight) so who knows, maybe she will want to move rooms too!  We shall see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha5GlzWzONfUkUaNrwfKq0sbmnfdRSgRwg3TpDAIzSxTTG3iomRPvDYA9qCgtm6ngy22wZcAgG1PtWb_6uyAs-WirfmVjdoTofaqnhAZnyOa5EGPxx9hTzyLVIF_ZnKkxSW5HA1w/s1600-h/Ec_logo_800_3588-790517.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 148px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha5GlzWzONfUkUaNrwfKq0sbmnfdRSgRwg3TpDAIzSxTTG3iomRPvDYA9qCgtm6ngy22wZcAgG1PtWb_6uyAs-WirfmVjdoTofaqnhAZnyOa5EGPxx9hTzyLVIF_ZnKkxSW5HA1w/s320/Ec_logo_800_3588-790517.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265432603942197458&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3)  In case I haven&#39;t been reporting this well enough, which I probably haven&#39;t, Sweet Pea&#39;s reading skills seem to be increasing daily.  She is one motivated learning reader and is really really enjoying her successes.  We do read with our kids every day, and work with Sweet Pea to teach her to read, but she is so interested in learning right now that we have found other ways to encourage her to keep learning even when we can&#39;t sit with her ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since watching a number of episodes of The Electric Company (yeah, Netflix!) she completely understands the concept of the silent E and while she doesn&#39;t know yet which words have a silent E and which don&#39;t, if she is struggling to say a word and I tell her &quot;silent E,&quot; she can immediately say it; she knows exactly what each vowel should sound like in that situation.  I think it&#39;s really cool how easily she learned that and how well she knows the vowels&#39; different sounds.  The Electric company has also taught Sweet Pea how to read words with &#39;s or &#39;ve or &#39;d, etc. at the end.  She doesn&#39;t yet fully understand possessive uses of apostrophes, but she totally gets that &quot;doesn&#39;t&quot; is a contraction of the words &quot;does not.&quot;  It is incredible how easily she picks up some of this language stuff!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She&#39;s also at that really fun stage where she wants to read everything she sees.  While we drive she reads words on trucks, buildings, you name it.  When we walk on sidewalks she wants to read every street sign we pass.  Oh, and she enjoys reading license plates as well, even though most of them are only a jumble of numbers and letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfuffD37jcNJCLZdh1WSykWhpYo8CZtIuFrmm_w55FRjnCSTIbsIV1tu_3NzxhjA2VCqwu4gbTvE84l745oUBqHSgohM0GNKcawO0kXP1Tin9jtSE38cCQl2nf1ITMbcoIAo9hQg/s1600-h/tag.Par.85197.Image.350.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 238px; height: 183px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfuffD37jcNJCLZdh1WSykWhpYo8CZtIuFrmm_w55FRjnCSTIbsIV1tu_3NzxhjA2VCqwu4gbTvE84l745oUBqHSgohM0GNKcawO0kXP1Tin9jtSE38cCQl2nf1ITMbcoIAo9hQg/s320/tag.Par.85197.Image.350.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265433079428727106&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We also got Sweet Pea Leapfrog&#39;s replacement for the Leapdesk (her great aunt &amp;amp; uncle got her one a couple years ago for Christmas and she loved it but it fizzled out recently and since they don&#39;t make it anymore I don&#39;t think we can get it fixed &amp;amp; they&#39;ve stopped making the books for it).  The new product is called the &lt;a style=&quot;color: rgb(0, 153, 0);&quot; href=&quot;http://www.leapfrog.com/en/shop/tag_library.html&quot;&gt;Tag Reading System&lt;/a&gt; (which was out for trial at BlogHer in July but I couldn&#39;t get near it, it was so popular with the moms!) and it has a talking pen to which you can download up to 5 books at a time.  The books are softback and hardback story books, but with the pen they are much more than a storybook because they contain games you can play with the pen, the kid can use the pen to read one word at a time, one sentence at a time, one page at a time, or the whole book (with a little sound to let you know when to turn the page).  The games include questions that teach reading comprehension, and some questions send the child back into the story to find characters or other things.  It is really amazing how detailed this teaching tool is.  I thought the same thing about the Leapdesk.  I guess this is why Leapfrog is in business:  They&#39;re good at what they do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After your child has been playing with the pen &amp;amp; books for a while you can hook the pen up to your computer (it comes with a USB cable) and sign into your account on Leapfrog&#39;s website and you can see what skills your child is learning by playing with the pen/books.  Sweet Pea loves to show us what the pen &amp;amp; book can do together and when she plays with them we can hear what she&#39;s working on and learning - she&#39;s already learning about compound words (among other things) through the Ozzie Otter book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly Slipshod and I were a little skeptical at first about how much Sweet Pea could learn from a computerized pen but she really enjoys playing with the Tag system by herself sometimes and later that night she&#39;ll read us a book before bedtime!  She is so interested in learning to read right now that she is soaking up every related activity she can get her hands on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now The Bug is pretending she can read as well.  She will point to words, one at a time in order, and say something completely different - unless what she&#39;s pointing at is a book she&#39;s got memorized, in which case she&#39;s spot on.  ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now on to more immediate ponderings...&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I should be doing things, but I just want to sit here.  Mom is coming over tomorrow to play with the kids while I make soap, so I really need to make sure I&#39;ve got all my ingredients and gear in one place, but man, when do I get a day off?  I just want to rest for a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Friday we have our first parent-teacher conference of the year.  Sweet Pea&#39;s progress report was positively glowing.  Being a returning student has given her a lot of confidence and she is branching out this year and being more social and speaking more audibly (last year she was so shy nobody could hear her when she spoke at school).  She loves being at school and even though she has already been sick a couple times, she has only missed one day of school, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst days of these colds have been on weekends so far, and I&#39;m also sending her back sooner this time.  Last year I think I may have kept her home longer than necessary - or maybe this year I&#39;m sending her back too soon - but I&#39;m sending her when she&#39;s got her energy and hasn&#39;t had a fever for 24+ hours, etc.  It&#39;s all good.  I&#39;m hoping for a better winter but it looks like she will probably get the diagnosis this winter of mild asthma.  The last pediatrician we saw (last week - not her doctor - we had to see whoever had an open appointment that morning) pretty much said it sounds like she&#39;s mildly asthmatic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now we&#39;re treating Sweet Pea for a very bad ear infection (the pediatrician said that it was so bad her eardrum might break but I don&#39;t think it did - but her hearing is still not back to normal) AND she&#39;s got a whole bunch of stuff in her lungs.  The pediatrician said it sounded &quot;bronchitis-like.&quot;  She is still coughing up stuff a couple times per day but she only missed school last Friday.  I think we&#39;ve still got 5 days&#39; worth of antibiotics to give her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, that last paragraph sounded like Sweet Pea is in awful shape, but she isn&#39;t.  She was miserable last Friday - the ear infection hit her around 4am Friday morning and we couldn&#39;t get her to the doctor until 9:15 - but since then, even though she had a bit of a fever Saturday afternoon, she has had lots of energy and is acting like her regular self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I&#39;d better go wake up Slipshod.  He must have fallen asleep getting The Bug to bed.  A very long time ago.</description><link>http://verbosityabounds.blogspot.com/2008/11/news.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Violet the Verbose)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha5GlzWzONfUkUaNrwfKq0sbmnfdRSgRwg3TpDAIzSxTTG3iomRPvDYA9qCgtm6ngy22wZcAgG1PtWb_6uyAs-WirfmVjdoTofaqnhAZnyOa5EGPxx9hTzyLVIF_ZnKkxSW5HA1w/s72-c/Ec_logo_800_3588-790517.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16872587.post-6586826725748781008</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Nov 2008 21:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-04T13:50:06.459-08:00</atom:updated><title>Yes We Did!</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As always, if you want to see more detail click the pictures to enlarge them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY_fTpJytfF0R9bFVHJFvbbuAKzbCG67kZLk3-Skl4vljQ0Gzvnv7fFV5WSrUbzzZNWJbcf_DEEiTDi11iqnSi4w0L_Igxzuek8vLtF4dzrM8KqkMEs8MpKaYegs-jSttTvSLaCQ/s1600-h/2008+11+04+011.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; 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I printed a &quot;Progress&quot; poster off the internet &amp;amp; traced through it with a little poky wheel thing onto the pumpkin, then carved the lines with a knife to get the picture &amp;amp; then used little saws &amp;amp; clay sculpting tools to carve/shave.  It took a really long time.  AND, lest you give me more credit than I deserve, I was inspired by &lt;a style=&quot;color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;&quot; href=&quot;http://yeswecarve.com/&quot;&gt;this &lt;/a&gt;website.</description><link>http://verbosityabounds.blogspot.com/2008/11/electioneen.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Violet the Verbose)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiNJoklZ6__OJSkg5d4KVAoaPlKsA7JnclljSMZmOwiD8lOgwMVePhq20un6JfH7VjaTHhlnx6K5DdjsYvlIlVbcoDBOaZ2ePrzNhOsiSXO2sSVeNCkmxR3Qyo_g8t6PLYN8JNGA/s72-c/2008+11+02+014.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16872587.post-7354372877566224569</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 07:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-01T09:59:08.193-07:00</atom:updated><title>Halloween 2008</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;NOTE:  I have not been updating my blog because I have become so very annoyed with my Blogger limitation of 4 photos per post.  I have looked up the problem in &quot;known problems&quot; but there does not seem to be a solution.  Yet, I have heard from many other bloggers on Blogger that they do not have this problem.  There must be something else (besides reporting in the &quot;known problems&quot; log) I can do to try to get the problem rectified.  At any rate, I have finally decided to put up as many 4-photo posts as it takes to catch you up on all our doings around here during the month of October.  So keep scrolling... there are 5 new posts - that means 20 new pictures!  The first/bottom of this collection of posts is entitled &quot;October 12th.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you&#39;re on Twitter or have been watching my tweets go by on my blog, you know that I worked all week long to make the girls their Halloween costumes.  Here, finally, are the results of all that sewing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkD6xoaI3bhoFRCaE4kseHZjazDMIDlrEdR1zz3QyLTX1SMk5gPLX8vCLQTN6QohD5-FI6nm8FjjBFghtQvOvXhU2hZXGdlcNefycmiC33Zoa0Z1k2aGmBrNNLjIC4ss9cra2GEQ/s1600-h/2008+10+31+008.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkD6xoaI3bhoFRCaE4kseHZjazDMIDlrEdR1zz3QyLTX1SMk5gPLX8vCLQTN6QohD5-FI6nm8FjjBFghtQvOvXhU2hZXGdlcNefycmiC33Zoa0Z1k2aGmBrNNLjIC4ss9cra2GEQ/s320/2008+10+31+008.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEislT4femmeCjK9G3UTJwTYKOqmv5SfWNIfBO24YERvY0VwJWkPHYJJv0EHp-Fbv0CFxHzB2mh_2y4InqAaSaSAsuA2htfe0VPLJYClS7QBqvcxWdqmvQzjARXTq3Uombgw8ybxwA/s1600-h/2008+10+31+088.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEislT4femmeCjK9G3UTJwTYKOqmv5SfWNIfBO24YERvY0VwJWkPHYJJv0EHp-Fbv0CFxHzB2mh_2y4InqAaSaSAsuA2htfe0VPLJYClS7QBqvcxWdqmvQzjARXTq3Uombgw8ybxwA/s320/2008+10+31+088.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjkDdGPk6Zbf8jy9sZjNoZWEvLIwtKgzYMgQR-ujm9VjyQAjQPzWy31GiImzm9FM739fJvk6HYF-6t9OxWRdmSc5TvQV6C5YAEGUVdiN27-7m2ChAX2f4GCRBMa754JB-V-3EucA/s1600-h/2008+10+31+091.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjkDdGPk6Zbf8jy9sZjNoZWEvLIwtKgzYMgQR-ujm9VjyQAjQPzWy31GiImzm9FM739fJvk6HYF-6t9OxWRdmSc5TvQV6C5YAEGUVdiN27-7m2ChAX2f4GCRBMa754JB-V-3EucA/s320/2008+10+31+091.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY74g0w8bwXB-XQszqrzueimmYuSAhOsWlssVU3KUJVM6ytRGRxHjuBopAVtg4qlPotSwjkOkgnExvSchbKu7TkNHSe9N-ATI_wM45mSxBALGdZqI96v5EOdnyT_udzuZbZbRAPw/s1600-h/2008+10+31+092.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY74g0w8bwXB-XQszqrzueimmYuSAhOsWlssVU3KUJVM6ytRGRxHjuBopAVtg4qlPotSwjkOkgnExvSchbKu7TkNHSe9N-ATI_wM45mSxBALGdZqI96v5EOdnyT_udzuZbZbRAPw/s320/2008+10+31+092.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I just noticed that I forgot to have the girls hold up their tails, but if you look to the left of The Bug&#39;s legs in the last picture you&#39;ll see her tail hanging down, with a little ball of fluff on the end.  My sister&#39;s first thought upon seeing Sweet Pea in her dress the other day was that she looked like Cindy Lou Who.  ha ha!  I thought the ears and tail might change that a little, but I can totally see what she&#39;s saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Pea only just made it out to trick-or-treat tonight.  As I mentioned in the previous post, she started having cold symptoms a week ago.  It has a been a very runny-nose type of cold, and for the past few days she has had a cough as well.  Because of all the lung problems she had last winter after colds I&#39;ve been listening but thought her cough still sounded like it was in her head and had not descended to her lungs.  She&#39;s been going to school as normal this week and last night the two of us got to go back after dinner and enjoy Moms Night together in her classroom.  She showed me around and taught me how to do some of the &quot;works&quot; she enjoys during school time.  We had a really fun evening together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night around 3:44am, however, she crawled into bed next to me and said, &quot;My ear really hurts, Mom.  It has hurt since Daddy left the room at bedtime.&quot;  She seemed to be in a lot of pain but I didn&#39;t know what to do at that hour.  I could hear Slipshod coming up the stairs (yes, he was up that late - AUGH!) and as soon as he got into the room I asked him to get Sweet Pea some Tylenol.  She was able to get back to sleep but 4 hours later, on the dot, she woke up and was in even more pain.  I got up and called the pediatrician&#39;s office just after 8am and they said one of the doctors could see her at 9:15 so I got myself and the girls ready and dragged Sweet Pea&#39;s leaden hiney in there.  The Bug was all chipper and went wearing her entire costume down to the black cat trick-or-treat bucket, but Sweet Pea was in no mood - which was WEIRD for her.  When I checked her in at the pediatrician&#39;s office the receptionist admired The Bug in her costume and said to Sweet Pea, &quot;where&#39;s your costume&quot;  I said, &quot;that&#39;s how bad she feels - she didn&#39;t care about it at all this morning.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we got to the doctor&#39;s office Sweet Pea was starting to feel really hot and before they called us in she said she was starting to feel as if she might throw up.  She didn&#39;t, but when I got her to the exam room she just wanted to lie down on the table.  The doctor had a look and said, &quot;yep, she&#39;s got a raging, bulging ear infection in that ear  It might break; don&#39;t be surprised if you see fluid and blood coming out.&quot;  I said, &quot;Uh, you mean her &lt;em&gt;eardrum&lt;/em&gt; might break?  And I shouldn&#39;t be concerned about that?!&quot;  He said, &quot;that&#39;s right.  If it breaks it&#39;ll grow back together in an hour or so.&quot;  He prescribed a heavy dose of antibiotics as well as some numbing drops to put into her ears and we&#39;ve also had her on Motrin and Tylenol all day since we got back home from our jaunt to see the pediatrician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She perked up enough to eat and drink after we&#39;d been home for a bit and then returned almost to her normal self for most of the afternoon, though she turned back into a puddle on the floor when the pain medications wore off.  But an hour before trick-or-treating time I gave her more Motrin and then we ate dinner and she was able to walk around the neighborhood feeling pretty good.  After all the anticipation and preparation it would have been a real shame for her to have missed this fun night out, so I&#39;m glad we were able to pull it off.  And I hope she feels a whole lot better when she wakes up in the morning.&lt;div style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasa.google.com/blogger/&quot; target=&quot;ext&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif&quot; alt=&quot;Posted by Picasa&quot; style=&quot;border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;&quot; align=&quot;middle&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://verbosityabounds.blogspot.com/2008/11/halloween-2008.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Violet the Verbose)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkD6xoaI3bhoFRCaE4kseHZjazDMIDlrEdR1zz3QyLTX1SMk5gPLX8vCLQTN6QohD5-FI6nm8FjjBFghtQvOvXhU2hZXGdlcNefycmiC33Zoa0Z1k2aGmBrNNLjIC4ss9cra2GEQ/s72-c/2008+10+31+008.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16872587.post-1370031400931994447</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 06:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-31T23:34:45.915-07:00</atom:updated><title>October 25th:  Pumpkin Rolls &amp; Peter Pan</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSTyyU-_l2ubEfIuzOaVWJvZaieL9kiJmV3tA42fsGOyuZ_M5EwHmWS2DaxgHRexrkZ-ylaI1BAyNdJuUPuSQrZRfU_OW26QLc4xHZWOUrJu1ZFS-I5SaUa9MwnYEBnovhRmoK_g/s1600-h/2008+10+25+003.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSTyyU-_l2ubEfIuzOaVWJvZaieL9kiJmV3tA42fsGOyuZ_M5EwHmWS2DaxgHRexrkZ-ylaI1BAyNdJuUPuSQrZRfU_OW26QLc4xHZWOUrJu1ZFS-I5SaUa9MwnYEBnovhRmoK_g/s320/2008+10+25+003.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Last week Sweet Pea and I had agreed all week that we would make pumpkin rolls together on Saturday.  Friday after school we cooked 3 pie pumpkins, scraped the cooked pumpkin out of the shells, and smashed it up.  Sweet Pea had the beginnings of a cold that day and felt pretty tired all day Saturday, but she would not give up our pumpkin roll adventure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNs16XK-I2dKTmVpsRKQtGimB4wZlK_M083_mvufPSsYR1L65ZWbSrQJ4IFTL9XHkivGaqkLUPCMV10k_ttYOdEO3jiqIZkVPaQBS4n7kacNrnbhyjbCLMHvj_du6a8Aj98cKwuQ/s1600-h/2008+10+25+005.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNs16XK-I2dKTmVpsRKQtGimB4wZlK_M083_mvufPSsYR1L65ZWbSrQJ4IFTL9XHkivGaqkLUPCMV10k_ttYOdEO3jiqIZkVPaQBS4n7kacNrnbhyjbCLMHvj_du6a8Aj98cKwuQ/s320/2008+10+25+005.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;The Bug never wants to be left out of anything, MUST do everything her sister does because if Sweet Pea does it, it must be the only thing worth doing, and I think also truly enjoys cooking together as much as Sweet Pea and I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh23DuZkYanrFX4Dvd58IsfCWk6_gqdcajpqiQjyFZ6ccT9GSt3qbwyi7Grb8uIBPDIqH4T7dxlxAsI6ldMd6yeJk4KRCKKtJ2umEIvWPqgbyX1MJTsxKPVy8L_DZgvUbITQgDOqA/s1600-h/2008+10+25+006.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh23DuZkYanrFX4Dvd58IsfCWk6_gqdcajpqiQjyFZ6ccT9GSt3qbwyi7Grb8uIBPDIqH4T7dxlxAsI6ldMd6yeJk4KRCKKtJ2umEIvWPqgbyX1MJTsxKPVy8L_DZgvUbITQgDOqA/s320/2008+10+25+006.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Yeah, we got a really good first rise on the first batch.  We were impressed.  It would have been higher if I hadn&#39;t put the plastic wrap over the bowl so tightly during rising time (but that&#39;s what the recipe says to do).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhykTPqW_eY7tHF6Ck3Qjt9vQJFeOVZfcR8K6Goi6KBIHMLwcm3dAR5ezPCxSq_ZM5MouGX1LmNLlN55oriqCWwLCjwmM12PyQzpAaByTuhheWVHaW7r4aMp9aR6SO14BM8ueDiEw/s1600-h/2008+10+25+011.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhykTPqW_eY7tHF6Ck3Qjt9vQJFeOVZfcR8K6Goi6KBIHMLwcm3dAR5ezPCxSq_ZM5MouGX1LmNLlN55oriqCWwLCjwmM12PyQzpAaByTuhheWVHaW7r4aMp9aR6SO14BM8ueDiEw/s320/2008+10+25+011.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;During the bread&#39;s first rising, the girls and I watched Peter Pan together for the first time.  You see the result above.  Personally I feel that Tinker Bell is a less than nice (vindictive, one might say) character but The Bug was completely taken with her, and her enthusiasm was so infectious that big sister, who is usually the leader, couldn&#39;t help but follow along.  Good thing we happen to have two fairy dresses!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasa.google.com/blogger/&quot; target=&quot;ext&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif&quot; alt=&quot;Posted by Picasa&quot; style=&quot;border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;&quot; align=&quot;middle&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://verbosityabounds.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-25th-pumpkin-rolls-peter-pan.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Violet the Verbose)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSTyyU-_l2ubEfIuzOaVWJvZaieL9kiJmV3tA42fsGOyuZ_M5EwHmWS2DaxgHRexrkZ-ylaI1BAyNdJuUPuSQrZRfU_OW26QLc4xHZWOUrJu1ZFS-I5SaUa9MwnYEBnovhRmoK_g/s72-c/2008+10+25+003.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16872587.post-8284628759634744621</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 06:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-01T00:02:00.844-07:00</atom:updated><title>United Nations Day 2008</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAABX2RgVyKggpXxCWt600KwReMkKQ_G-2L0Fw6lhBrfRNFafBYENodrb0G22DaGJ1F_ONrpI4klA58q6zH_5E2vS_6Qi3rdaZy7B9Yao0RFn3jVh6PiD6tNnsni5-ARI1-PT6Ow/s1600-h/2008+10+22+001.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAABX2RgVyKggpXxCWt600KwReMkKQ_G-2L0Fw6lhBrfRNFafBYENodrb0G22DaGJ1F_ONrpI4klA58q6zH_5E2vS_6Qi3rdaZy7B9Yao0RFn3jVh6PiD6tNnsni5-ARI1-PT6Ow/s320/2008+10+22+001.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;The girls in their dirndls yet again.  The dirndl Sweet Pea is wearing was sent to me from Germany by my godfather when I was little.  She wore it to last year&#39;s UN Day celebrations at her school as well.  The dirndl The Bug is wearing was brought from Germany by my godfather and his wife the last time they visited, when Sweet Pea was 2.  She never wore that dirndl, though, because that was during her naked year.  The Bug has worn it twice and I&#39;m so glad to have lots of photos of her enjoying it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL1xiTp6MLt7ePxNkge9aSfixffcpgsqbexjffERom5W61oRliCUinbNGB4svwxODctRrNvhXjuDOkuKWPekcsm8pU279u-UiPFdCVUCqZc3iWPT58Q7kNBQwvVOtlJ11L26UgjQ/s1600-h/2008+10+22+006.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL1xiTp6MLt7ePxNkge9aSfixffcpgsqbexjffERom5W61oRliCUinbNGB4svwxODctRrNvhXjuDOkuKWPekcsm8pU279u-UiPFdCVUCqZc3iWPT58Q7kNBQwvVOtlJ11L26UgjQ/s320/2008+10+22+006.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgult9mWGnNqeB_MieaSkhUJgC4S3mNtB5rAa1yOn1L6ozS7CMfB_iPTaPty3d9x-4AKyBJbzPv2Si7PTjSfqDL57n85bMPkUHg6byiyIyTqGB9qfA-DIccdOTukbMfmHwMMWPC5A/s1600-h/2008+10+22+051.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgult9mWGnNqeB_MieaSkhUJgC4S3mNtB5rAa1yOn1L6ozS7CMfB_iPTaPty3d9x-4AKyBJbzPv2Si7PTjSfqDL57n85bMPkUHg6byiyIyTqGB9qfA-DIccdOTukbMfmHwMMWPC5A/s320/2008+10+22+051.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;The Bug had to come with us to the event even though Sweet Pea&#39;s school time is The Bug&#39;s nap time.  She was miserable until Slipshod showed up at the concert; then she settled into his chest and slept through most of the concert and the entire potluck in Sweet Pea&#39;s classroom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2wizhxctdNznjdhdAdtb9vOMjPwYVnqoT0krLIrjlxO9qpe6e1N_e1iWUDpPH8boiiXDVN6M0MhL_8kBtsdUPcifT4rym6i6HWZnTe7UKMSr-kPQmBzpCleVbO_-742PC0tN3GQ/s1600-h/2008+10+22+053.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2wizhxctdNznjdhdAdtb9vOMjPwYVnqoT0krLIrjlxO9qpe6e1N_e1iWUDpPH8boiiXDVN6M0MhL_8kBtsdUPcifT4rym6i6HWZnTe7UKMSr-kPQmBzpCleVbO_-742PC0tN3GQ/s320/2008+10+22+053.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;She woke up just in time to enjoy a VERY special treat - getting to play with her sister on the school playground we get to see every day but almost never get to set foot on!&lt;div style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasa.google.com/blogger/&quot; target=&quot;ext&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif&quot; alt=&quot;Posted by Picasa&quot; style=&quot;border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;&quot; align=&quot;middle&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://verbosityabounds.blogspot.com/2008/10/united-nations-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Violet the Verbose)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAABX2RgVyKggpXxCWt600KwReMkKQ_G-2L0Fw6lhBrfRNFafBYENodrb0G22DaGJ1F_ONrpI4klA58q6zH_5E2vS_6Qi3rdaZy7B9Yao0RFn3jVh6PiD6tNnsni5-ARI1-PT6Ow/s72-c/2008+10+22+001.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16872587.post-4714456951484944851</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 06:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-31T23:09:03.341-07:00</atom:updated><title>Carving the Cat O&#39; Lantern</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw6lwaEnTJK5UjZtJrO8dMyBnesN48b8-SYnVqEGZNTCJvEHIO3NLthSkmoxZoa63ot2ACRsyXMob3A-BOWbrw6Ed80SjyicskJyLYgEVJ3dx-bGzTP-Evjgad8AbxqNG2JXUyzA/s1600-h/2008+10+17+006.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw6lwaEnTJK5UjZtJrO8dMyBnesN48b8-SYnVqEGZNTCJvEHIO3NLthSkmoxZoa63ot2ACRsyXMob3A-BOWbrw6Ed80SjyicskJyLYgEVJ3dx-bGzTP-Evjgad8AbxqNG2JXUyzA/s320/2008+10+17+006.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Ah, the slimy fun that means October has arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfq7cpk93-V8505Vfac5cf5NMiTZdtCpcKd-qI5M2wIh66yPlftPr8URsNrY9PMoxHVOX5RRWs6_uRwjvVJk73Xx5Yx0F-RBH3x679FAgNWJR1t9QdK1gtY0LbddZ7aLHdow4zlQ/s1600-h/2008+10+17+013.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfq7cpk93-V8505Vfac5cf5NMiTZdtCpcKd-qI5M2wIh66yPlftPr8URsNrY9PMoxHVOX5RRWs6_uRwjvVJk73Xx5Yx0F-RBH3x679FAgNWJR1t9QdK1gtY0LbddZ7aLHdow4zlQ/s320/2008+10+17+013.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;This was The Bug&#39;s pumpkin that I carved, but she wandered off to play by herself after helping to tape on the cat stencil.  Sweet Pea stuck with me through the entire process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhATiwO54Po4YFGC5KuCLzxJP1lvucqlCJVpAydLPJK4UQ1wezWiZeGlWoSOr2-g4thLHRs0_Ey39p9s1M7Zouaq_VJK7NhF2pSe4gk3k1TBV9-EItRAfpJzuMsr14EZVZlalpO2Q/s1600-h/2008+10+17+016.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhATiwO54Po4YFGC5KuCLzxJP1lvucqlCJVpAydLPJK4UQ1wezWiZeGlWoSOr2-g4thLHRs0_Ey39p9s1M7Zouaq_VJK7NhF2pSe4gk3k1TBV9-EItRAfpJzuMsr14EZVZlalpO2Q/s320/2008+10+17+016.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Finished product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHtIfE9krXfNXXOx8jJKvWiQVfMI4Bh6YI99GQpMAiRuHxRW7r-Jv92lMtK1bZfNdvYNTP4V5KEMV2hz7iNdie4QCIAaFL55GMs682c5ryw8W9DSPlmbmbvJx8r5Zx6iyssVjGOw/s1600-h/2008+10+17+002.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHtIfE9krXfNXXOx8jJKvWiQVfMI4Bh6YI99GQpMAiRuHxRW7r-Jv92lMtK1bZfNdvYNTP4V5KEMV2hz7iNdie4QCIAaFL55GMs682c5ryw8W9DSPlmbmbvJx8r5Zx6iyssVjGOw/s320/2008+10+17+002.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that same day, on the Stair Landing of Justice, Mama Cat nursed her kittens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasa.google.com/blogger/&quot; target=&quot;ext&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif&quot; alt=&quot;Posted by Picasa&quot; style=&quot;border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;&quot; align=&quot;middle&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://verbosityabounds.blogspot.com/2008/10/carving-cat-o-lantern.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Violet the Verbose)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw6lwaEnTJK5UjZtJrO8dMyBnesN48b8-SYnVqEGZNTCJvEHIO3NLthSkmoxZoa63ot2ACRsyXMob3A-BOWbrw6Ed80SjyicskJyLYgEVJ3dx-bGzTP-Evjgad8AbxqNG2JXUyzA/s72-c/2008+10+17+006.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16872587.post-4223551701303883017</guid><pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2008 05:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-31T22:59:02.052-07:00</atom:updated><title>October 12, 2008</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMnzzifK-L34n_B3fR87t7gkKoiwCpnFaPFU2rw1VGAlRZFbtePuUJqoYEF__c-cgvI56UtJb_PN-1EVUPdMPlTCJNIW7VnQ8y5N3qQkdxmnTsh8rRhvQraIq2Ia3FH8mDQ__8Sg/s1600-h/2008+10+12+004.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMnzzifK-L34n_B3fR87t7gkKoiwCpnFaPFU2rw1VGAlRZFbtePuUJqoYEF__c-cgvI56UtJb_PN-1EVUPdMPlTCJNIW7VnQ8y5N3qQkdxmnTsh8rRhvQraIq2Ia3FH8mDQ__8Sg/s320/2008+10+12+004.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;We had a lot of fun and spent a long time inside the corn maze.  It was huge.  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When it came right down to it Sweet Pea refused to let me lay a finger on her precious pumpkin).&lt;div style=&#39;clear:both; text-align:CENTER&#39;&gt;&lt;a href=&#39;http://picasa.google.com/blogger/&#39; target=&#39;ext&#39;&gt;&lt;img src=&#39;http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif&#39; alt=&#39;Posted by Picasa&#39; style=&#39;border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;&#39; align=&#39;middle&#39; border=&#39;0&#39; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://verbosityabounds.blogspot.com/2008/10/october-12-2008.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Violet the Verbose)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMnzzifK-L34n_B3fR87t7gkKoiwCpnFaPFU2rw1VGAlRZFbtePuUJqoYEF__c-cgvI56UtJb_PN-1EVUPdMPlTCJNIW7VnQ8y5N3qQkdxmnTsh8rRhvQraIq2Ia3FH8mDQ__8Sg/s72-c/2008+10+12+004.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16872587.post-3783197650569837496</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Oct 2008 21:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-07T12:37:32.594-07:00</atom:updated><title>Nothing But the Tooth</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Today&#39;s the big day! Sweet Pea&#39;s first loose tooth finally fell out around 10:00 this morning, right as Slipshod was giving her a hug and a kiss before he left for work (which was kinda cool, because he often misses the big firsts due to being the breadwinner in our family and having to do that whole leaving the house to go to work thing).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiulKPR9T4VpGd3f-sh39WgncbUiAgeyF4CDrCTKn0LTKLbvGpMWwCyFNs1Uwn5p-eGYZy3vPR4pf9TGkKGhq1Ng_fBreOCWE675FBvCRG1xvl15Gvz7H5qkWH25I12-k8uYa6Xxw/s1600-h/2008+10+06+003.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiulKPR9T4VpGd3f-sh39WgncbUiAgeyF4CDrCTKn0LTKLbvGpMWwCyFNs1Uwn5p-eGYZy3vPR4pf9TGkKGhq1Ng_fBreOCWE675FBvCRG1xvl15Gvz7H5qkWH25I12-k8uYa6Xxw/s320/2008+10+06+003.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;She&#39;s pretty excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqOYUJZjNFnbfpLO82PUXCdraWHPj5x_lYLlRL7VkoilUk4zyzApdGwnNsz77VVeg181GoIx2X0w_hz9MZlUlG7DK6sJ3mDikrkizKO58y7X9HzjgBps_vFv3fdsqUr0wxUo0CcQ/s1600-h/2008+10+06+004.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqOYUJZjNFnbfpLO82PUXCdraWHPj5x_lYLlRL7VkoilUk4zyzApdGwnNsz77VVeg181GoIx2X0w_hz9MZlUlG7DK6sJ3mDikrkizKO58y7X9HzjgBps_vFv3fdsqUr0wxUo0CcQ/s320/2008+10+06+004.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Now, the original plan was to give the tooth to the tooth fairy, as is our American custom, and with that in mind I sewed a special pillow last week out of fabric Sweet Pea chose, with a little pocket on the front to hold the tooth until the tooth fairy picked it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTcPSsK7lLMdMzdOWjFoGyoNrgpw64jNv03RBHglItNg0HSW3Kf4uETDrtHjDmx9v2uWuMWPftpdbTOjL8EwIjThNUkyCB5fDhIe2ZFn4-0rgptdUToEh4dmU6fi2kBA2WedOKmA/s1600-h/2008+10+01+007.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTcPSsK7lLMdMzdOWjFoGyoNrgpw64jNv03RBHglItNg0HSW3Kf4uETDrtHjDmx9v2uWuMWPftpdbTOjL8EwIjThNUkyCB5fDhIe2ZFn4-0rgptdUToEh4dmU6fi2kBA2WedOKmA/s320/2008+10+01+007.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That was the first time I had sewn anything for/in front of the girls, and Sweet Pea decided that I can probably make anything out of fabric since she&#39;s seen me make a pillow, so she immediately asked me to make a dress for one of her favorite stuffed animal cats. NOW she wants a whole wardrobe for the cat - a shirt to wear to bed, other clothes, a blanket... uh-oh, what have I gotten myself into? Of course, I sort of &lt;em&gt;have&lt;/em&gt; to stop sewing when I run out of pillow fabric scraps, so there &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; a built-in finish. Until she discovers my 30 gallon plastic tub of scraps in the garage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS1U3Y977LXKrHecmZuCUNifuPMR4O9SdZ8AtrCGUizfUC09sxUZVyuC9sm-TFgt5VtDIMUh1eLy2baM6PuxZYC0oIEkIEdHmN2IJjdg2YkumqRCRHlS1aE6WWseeUc_aqCTiTUw/s1600-h/2008+10+01+005.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS1U3Y977LXKrHecmZuCUNifuPMR4O9SdZ8AtrCGUizfUC09sxUZVyuC9sm-TFgt5VtDIMUh1eLy2baM6PuxZYC0oIEkIEdHmN2IJjdg2YkumqRCRHlS1aE6WWseeUc_aqCTiTUw/s320/2008+10+01+005.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;The plan for the tooth has been changing. First Sweet Pea was all excited about the Tooth Fairy, especially when I told her that when I was little and put a tooth under my pillow, the Tooth Fairy would sometimes send me on scavenger hunts to find my precious reward. Then one day Sweet Pea decided that she didn&#39;t want to give the Tooth Fairy her teeth, then she wanted to just keep the tooth for a few days before giving it up, and then this morning, when the tooth actually fell out, she decided she wants to keep it. During breakfast that choice changed to, &quot;I want to wait until I can read better so I can do the scavenger hunt by myself because sometimes when I wake up, you&#39;re still sleeping.&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;All of this ambivalence is good for the Tooth Fairy, who had something very special planned for Sweet Pea&#39;s first tooth and then discovered it was a bad idea which will need to be returned for a refund. The Tooth Fairy has been hoping all weekend that her second idea would pan out and arrive today because that tooth was obviously coming out really soon. But now the Tooth Fairy doesn&#39;t have to worry and can take her time while Sweet Pea decides for sure what she is going to do with her first tooth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;I think I&#39;m going to call the dentist&#39;s office today to find out how to keep/preserve baby teeth. I would just stick it in a box or something except that I was there when my mom was cleaning out her jewelry box years ago and discovered that all of our baby teeth (from all 4 of us) had turned to dust inside the pill bottles where she had kept them. There may be a trick to this. Mom theorizes that the plastic of the bottles may have had something to do with the disintigration of the teeth, but we have no way of knowing whether or not that is true. One of the moms at school today told me that her dentist&#39;s office has a special little box for the first tooth, so you can keep it forever. Hmm... research required. I&#39;ll get back to you if I discover anything amazing on the subject.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;In the mean time, Sweet Pea has taken her tooth, safe inside a little metal box with a plastic lid, to school to share with her classmates, most of whom are younger and none of whom (I think) have yet lost a tooth. She&#39;s having a lot of fun being the &quot;big girl&quot; this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot; align=&quot;left&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasa.google.com/blogger/&quot; target=&quot;ext&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;&quot; alt=&quot;Posted by Picasa&quot; src=&quot;http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif&quot; align=&quot;middle&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://verbosityabounds.blogspot.com/2008/10/nothing-but-tooth.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Violet the Verbose)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiulKPR9T4VpGd3f-sh39WgncbUiAgeyF4CDrCTKn0LTKLbvGpMWwCyFNs1Uwn5p-eGYZy3vPR4pf9TGkKGhq1Ng_fBreOCWE675FBvCRG1xvl15Gvz7H5qkWH25I12-k8uYa6Xxw/s72-c/2008+10+06+003.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16872587.post-6718988418453306280</guid><pubDate>Sun, 28 Sep 2008 21:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-28T21:56:20.286-07:00</atom:updated><title>Firsts!  Big Firsts!</title><description>Due to my negligence on my poor, poor blog I failed to blurt last week that The Bug peed on the potty TWO times last weekend - first on Friday, then on Sunday.  These are her first successes since the time when she was 18 months old, asked to sit on the training potty, accidentally peed, then got a very surprised, scared look on her face and stopped the stream until she had a diaper on.  So HOORAY, this is real interest on her part - I am not doing even 20% of the &quot;hey, wanna sit on the potty?&quot; that I did for Sweet Pea when she was this age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, this morning, during a very energetic and loud play session with her sister after their shower, The Bug ran to the bathroom doorway (I was inside still getting dressed), yanked off her diaper (that&#39;s all she&#39;d been wearing) and said, &quot;Mommy, I pee-peed in my diapah - I need a kween one.&quot;  But instead of waiting for the clean diaper she walked to the potty, lifted the lid and asked to sit on it.  I figured, &quot;well, she already went, but what the hey, this is good, at least she&#39;s making the connection, even if it&#39;s after she&#39;s already gone.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However - she surprised us all and POOPED on the potty today!  I&#39;m not going to apologize for talking about poop here, because if you remember, this is exactly the subject I discussed in my very first entry on this blog.  I talk about poop.  Consider yourself warned (after the fact - heh - maybe The Bug gets her timing from me).  We had a big ole party in the bathroom and The Bug was thrilled that all three of the rest of us were so excited for her.  She beamed and dutifully went to the sink to have her hands washed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if that weren&#39;t enough, Sweet Pea mentioned to me a few minutes later that one of her teeth hurt.  I looked, and yep, she&#39;s got her first loose tooth!  I had to laugh at myself because I&#39;m SO ready for The Bug to potty train that I couldn&#39;t have been happier about her recent successes on the potty, yet mere minutes later when Sweet Pea discovered her first loose tooth I thought, &quot;wait!  I&#39;m not ready for this!  She&#39;s growing up too fast!&quot;  My brain fast-forwarded to her turning into a pre-teen, getting attitude, not wanting so many hugs and snuggles - and besides that, I thought I had another year to make a special tooth receptacle for her to keep her teeth in for the tooth fairy!  Well, maybe that&#39;s something we can do together this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Sweet Pea is walking around holding a little stacking cup under her mouth in case the tooth just falls out by itself.  ha ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there&#39;s the news!  (There&#39;s more, but that&#39;s the big stuff.)</description><link>http://verbosityabounds.blogspot.com/2008/09/firsts-big-firsts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Violet the Verbose)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16872587.post-3795584926134626013</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Sep 2008 03:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-22T15:52:28.598-07:00</atom:updated><title>Whole Wheat Banana Bread Recipe</title><description>Okay, technically this is only a half-wheat recipe.  Except that all run-of-the-mill (literally, I think) flour is wheat unless specifically otherwise stated, so it&#39;s a half *whole* wheat recipe.  By which I mean, there are two cups of flour in it, and only one of them is whole wheat flour.  Still, YUM, and half of the flour being whole wheat has to get you *some* points on the health scale, I should think.  I suppose you could always put two cups of whole wheat flour in, but I think the texture would be very different in the finished loaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... I shall stop philosophizing about flour now, and give you the recipe.  I would give credit if I could, but this is a photocopied page (shh, don&#39;t tell the publishers of the original book!) in a binder of family recipes Mom put together for each of us several Christmases ago.  The bottom of the page says, &quot;Quick Breads,&quot; page 82.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait, one more thing.  &lt;a href=&quot;http://karensugarpants.com/&quot;&gt;Karen&lt;/a&gt;, if you canuks (did I spell that right?) measure your ingredients metrically and talk about your cooking temperatures in Celsius, &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.worldwidemetric.com/metcal.htm&quot;&gt;here&#39;s a pretty cool automatic online conversion site&lt;/a&gt; that I hope will help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;Whole Wheat Banana Bread&lt;/span&gt; (see previous post for photo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup (1/4lb.) butter or margarine&lt;br /&gt;1     cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;2     eggs, slightly beaten&lt;br /&gt;3     medium sized bananas (1 cup mashed - trust me, measure it.  Too much = bad news)&lt;br /&gt;1     cup regular all-purpose flour (sift before measuring)&lt;br /&gt;1/2 teaspoon salt&lt;br /&gt;1     teaspoon baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1     cup whole wheat flour&lt;br /&gt;1/3 cup hot water&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup chopped walnuts  (see note at end)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melt butter and blend with sugar.  Mix in beaten eggs and mashed bananas, blending until smooth.  Sift all-purpose flour again with salt and soda.  Stir in whole wheat flour.  Add dry ingredients alternately with hot water.  Stir in chopped nut meats.  Turn into greased, 9 by 5-inch loaf pan.  Bake in a moderately slow oven (325 degrees) for 1 hour and 10 minutes.  Makes 1 loaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violet&#39;s notes:  Sweet Pea is currently in a boring-food stage so we&#39;re making this bread without nuts.  HOWEVER - when I&#39;m choosing, I usually substitute chopped up dried fruit for the nuts.  If I&#39;m feeling bad, I substitute chocolate chips instead.</description><link>http://verbosityabounds.blogspot.com/2008/09/whole-wheat-banana-bread-recipe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Violet the Verbose)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16872587.post-2880713125245900429</guid><pubDate>Sat, 20 Sep 2008 06:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-19T23:12:47.724-07:00</atom:updated><title>Ground Control to Major Tomcat</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsNnhsRkAyzBJFCGwtoj60wJhmm-fR81ITTLf_ENXXz9r4v5JvGziNRnsKND7NHyto-5i_BzFXoheZjq-T225Ld34_1rCEDPfEzK7bSSecx82-FZzQ_nAtUTVe5oaSZF2uy5XqGw/s1600-h/2008+09+17+001.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsNnhsRkAyzBJFCGwtoj60wJhmm-fR81ITTLf_ENXXz9r4v5JvGziNRnsKND7NHyto-5i_BzFXoheZjq-T225Ld34_1rCEDPfEzK7bSSecx82-FZzQ_nAtUTVe5oaSZF2uy5XqGw/s320/2008+09+17+001.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catstronauts!  (By Sweet Pea, of course.)  Click on the pic to see it larger &amp;amp; notice the driver up front.  ha ha!  The little bump at the bottom of the picture is the Earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqJnCmP79PvGMCbReJ9KcBTEJj87IUqhr5-T2d_5UJ440xj5hqCr46-ywYJ4gkRzkZhfQjqv_sytrFFbwjnjYS5nL64JiVLuwUWoZa9qhncy22VWs3v8WCC2BZYlGegQcXH2EEFA/s1600-h/2008+09+17+007.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqJnCmP79PvGMCbReJ9KcBTEJj87IUqhr5-T2d_5UJ440xj5hqCr46-ywYJ4gkRzkZhfQjqv_sytrFFbwjnjYS5nL64JiVLuwUWoZa9qhncy22VWs3v8WCC2BZYlGegQcXH2EEFA/s320/2008+09+17+007.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Wednesday&#39;s after-breakfast project:  Whole Wheat Banana Bread.  Sweet Pea &amp;amp; The Bug each made a loaf.  I find that making each girl responsible for her own loaf not only eliminates fighting over who will pour in the flour, smash the bananas, etc. etc., it also gives the girls each a very satisfied feeling because she can see the result of HER work, plus - we get &lt;em&gt;two&lt;/em&gt; loaves of banana bread!  YUM!  :oD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuqS_JJkKEjuTizlwcHRBRG5eH2Zn_f5WeQjwaoV3NHVt7KjHP3xUL5dC9Xp4Zd6t4VvOPCW0ieOemwqjgpRvyHyZV81AXtWedVPtEFHQ2eIMYG0IxeUOhz6Iq8VSW2K04nD077A/s1600-h/2008+09+17+012.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuqS_JJkKEjuTizlwcHRBRG5eH2Zn_f5WeQjwaoV3NHVt7KjHP3xUL5dC9Xp4Zd6t4VvOPCW0ieOemwqjgpRvyHyZV81AXtWedVPtEFHQ2eIMYG0IxeUOhz6Iq8VSW2K04nD077A/s320/2008+09+17+012.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Again, click on the picture to see it larger.  Sweet Pea has been counting out loud to 150 and higher for months, and now she&#39;s getting better at learning what the two-digit numbers look like and how to write them.  She sometimes still transposes digits (notice how she wrote 20, 30 and 40) but over all she&#39;s doing really well with this.  On the subject of recognizing two-digit numbers; I was really really impressed with Sweet Pea&#39;s comprehension when we went to see the eye doctor a couple weeks ago.  She read out all the numbers in the &quot;bubble book&quot; - the one they use to test for color blindness.  I could tell she was just figuring some of them out in her mind as she read them.  At first she said, &quot;I&#39;m not sure what the number is, but I can see it.&quot;  Then she said, tentatively, &quot;twenty...nine?&quot; and she was right.  So it was a breeze for her to read the rest of the double digit numbers out loud.  It was so neat to watch her figure it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOWJS62ph-ZGObFjBXIlYgCjcV_LitzR4-i-H5QHNnarZ1YjRZyHu1TV6PycmSl-8UYBpNzaSuxBuuPUxkFruPF7oqFZ1SC0POVm_hQAKDl4LT1ltUrf0ULKkOfCN1Lrq9s83r5g/s1600-h/2008+09+19+005.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOWJS62ph-ZGObFjBXIlYgCjcV_LitzR4-i-H5QHNnarZ1YjRZyHu1TV6PycmSl-8UYBpNzaSuxBuuPUxkFruPF7oqFZ1SC0POVm_hQAKDl4LT1ltUrf0ULKkOfCN1Lrq9s83r5g/s320/2008+09+19+005.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;The girls were very gleeful about wearing their new nearly-matching Fall outfits today.  I thought they looked so cute I wanted to take some pictures before they got their dresses all dirty.  None of the posed ones with them standing next to each other came out very well, but this is more their style anyway.  ha ha!  The grass you see in this picture is pretty much our entire front yard.  Needless to say, we play more in the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for visiting and I hope you have a great weekend!&lt;div style=&#39;clear:both; text-align:CENTER&#39;&gt;&lt;a href=&#39;http://picasa.google.com/blogger/&#39; target=&#39;ext&#39;&gt;&lt;img src=&#39;http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif&#39; alt=&#39;Posted by Picasa&#39; style=&#39;border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;&#39; align=&#39;middle&#39; border=&#39;0&#39; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://verbosityabounds.blogspot.com/2008/09/ground-control-to-major-tomcat.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Violet the Verbose)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsNnhsRkAyzBJFCGwtoj60wJhmm-fR81ITTLf_ENXXz9r4v5JvGziNRnsKND7NHyto-5i_BzFXoheZjq-T225Ld34_1rCEDPfEzK7bSSecx82-FZzQ_nAtUTVe5oaSZF2uy5XqGw/s72-c/2008+09+17+001.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16872587.post-5792334944176590797</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Sep 2008 23:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-15T16:36:13.153-07:00</atom:updated><title>Togetherness</title><description>&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEZT7fdvHNrwHhyZHWK5UMRoPynBlP_xRKMjFSPbE0vsD9F5cc82OF5lZQFD7e0YBfGP6vyKUWFeCvXnDb74cr8bKvfWEW44XPuTyhGjeKCFFqlovHt8aPZCNsqNMq9awdu5_j1Q/s1600-h/CIMG9842.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEZT7fdvHNrwHhyZHWK5UMRoPynBlP_xRKMjFSPbE0vsD9F5cc82OF5lZQFD7e0YBfGP6vyKUWFeCvXnDb74cr8bKvfWEW44XPuTyhGjeKCFFqlovHt8aPZCNsqNMq9awdu5_j1Q/s320/CIMG9842.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet Pea is training The Bug to have a critical eye.  The Bug is catching on quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; TEXT-ALIGN: center&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvNyx3yX2-ZpiEQf7EU7Gewo6b38Ys2U_WntwUn7A9dId5RKip2dRredZAB7ZdIJXO-gXPe3FzgfX7gWyOqEb3JNCxnJWqkOFq-J3ULwTq44eCQfZgAaCS1YhXfbezUf6P9qzkUQ/s1600-h/2008+09+12+001.JPG&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvNyx3yX2-ZpiEQf7EU7Gewo6b38Ys2U_WntwUn7A9dId5RKip2dRredZAB7ZdIJXO-gXPe3FzgfX7gWyOqEb3JNCxnJWqkOFq-J3ULwTq44eCQfZgAaCS1YhXfbezUf6P9qzkUQ/s320/2008+09+12+001.JPG&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Lois hasn&#39;t allowed Clark to be this close to her for two years - normally she hisses if he so much as walks into the room she&#39;s occupying.  The good will only lasted about half a day.&lt;div style=&#39;clear:both; text-align:CENTER&#39;&gt;&lt;a href=&#39;http://picasa.google.com/blogger/&#39; target=&#39;ext&#39;&gt;&lt;img src=&#39;http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif&#39; alt=&#39;Posted by Picasa&#39; style=&#39;border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;&#39; align=&#39;middle&#39; border=&#39;0&#39; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://verbosityabounds.blogspot.com/2008/09/togetherness.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Violet the Verbose)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEZT7fdvHNrwHhyZHWK5UMRoPynBlP_xRKMjFSPbE0vsD9F5cc82OF5lZQFD7e0YBfGP6vyKUWFeCvXnDb74cr8bKvfWEW44XPuTyhGjeKCFFqlovHt8aPZCNsqNMq9awdu5_j1Q/s72-c/CIMG9842.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>