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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns: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" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQBR309eCp7ImA9WhBSGE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911838730339496393</id><updated>2013-02-25T17:45:56.360-05:00</updated><category term="WW" /><title>When You Have a Kid</title><subtitle type="html">Observations from a first-time dad on parenthood and the small but amusing ways in which life changes when you have a kid.  Follow me on Twitter @whenyouhaveakid.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whenyouhaveakid.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.whenyouhaveakid.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911838730339496393/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Ed Hadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014801246871921152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZfpJvTHn7Q/S9JS8ErQ-qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_hXgIDD5Cow/S220/24543_1310827967751_1142164068_30980928_2895811_n.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/WhenYouHaveAKid" /><feedburner:info uri="whenyouhaveakid" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4ESXg4eSp7ImA9WhJTEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911838730339496393.post-872641834046582380</id><published>2012-06-19T12:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-06-19T12:55:08.631-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-06-19T12:55:08.631-04:00</app:edited><title>Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes</title><content type="html">It's time to change the blog name.&amp;nbsp; Come December, the singular ("a kid") will no longer be accurate.&amp;nbsp; That's right: Hadley baby #2 is on the way!&amp;nbsp; And I'm sure having kids--vs. simply a kid--will introduce a whole new set of changes.&amp;nbsp; And while there will likely be renewed inspiration to blog about them, I'm sure there will be even less time to do so.&amp;nbsp; We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhenYouHaveAKid/~4/odv9SuyPmew" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whenyouhaveakid.com/feeds/872641834046582380/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.whenyouhaveakid.com/2012/06/ch-ch-ch-ch-changes.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911838730339496393/posts/default/872641834046582380?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911838730339496393/posts/default/872641834046582380?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhenYouHaveAKid/~3/odv9SuyPmew/ch-ch-ch-ch-changes.html" title="Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes" /><author><name>Ed Hadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014801246871921152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZfpJvTHn7Q/S9JS8ErQ-qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_hXgIDD5Cow/S220/24543_1310827967751_1142164068_30980928_2895811_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.whenyouhaveakid.com/2012/06/ch-ch-ch-ch-changes.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEAGRno8cSp7ImA9WhVTEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911838730339496393.post-6530039271970729076</id><published>2012-02-24T12:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-24T13:05:27.479-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-24T13:05:27.479-05:00</app:edited><title>He's Not So OSO Special: My Brain on Theme Songs</title><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;When you have a kid, you find yourself at work, with kids' songs stuck in your head.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'll give you a taste of the latest lyrical genius to successfully drill itself into my brain matter:&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.disneydreaming.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/Special-Agent-Oso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.disneydreaming.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/Special-Agent-Oso.jpg" width="170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;i&gt;He’s OSO special (Hurry OSO)&lt;br /&gt;
OSO special (Way to go)&lt;br /&gt;
Special agent (special agent) OSO!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yup, that's right: the Special Agent OSO theme song!&amp;nbsp; What could be better than trying to write a technical white paper, accompanied by an endless loop featuring a bumbling 007 wannabee?!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Forget Facebook, Twitter, or the latest social media darling Pinterest.&amp;nbsp; Getting a kids' song stuck in your head is the ultimate productivity killer.&amp;nbsp; I may have to try the old trick of listening to the song in its entirety in order to purge it from my mind.&amp;nbsp; Internets, don't fail me now!&lt;br /&gt;
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I would ask about the worst kids' song you ever got stuck in your head, but I wouldn't want to replace one bad song with another.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhenYouHaveAKid/~4/3orguonkGP0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whenyouhaveakid.com/feeds/6530039271970729076/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.whenyouhaveakid.com/2012/02/hes-not-so-oso-special-my-brain-on.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911838730339496393/posts/default/6530039271970729076?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911838730339496393/posts/default/6530039271970729076?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhenYouHaveAKid/~3/3orguonkGP0/hes-not-so-oso-special-my-brain-on.html" title="He's Not So OSO Special: My Brain on Theme Songs" /><author><name>Ed Hadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014801246871921152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZfpJvTHn7Q/S9JS8ErQ-qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_hXgIDD5Cow/S220/24543_1310827967751_1142164068_30980928_2895811_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.whenyouhaveakid.com/2012/02/hes-not-so-oso-special-my-brain-on.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IEQXg-fSp7ImA9WhRaGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911838730339496393.post-9031476090539887692</id><published>2012-02-21T19:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-21T19:45:00.655-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-21T19:45:00.655-05:00</app:edited><title>[video] A Sidesplitting Rendition of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star"</title><content type="html">Move over, Mariah Carey. &amp;nbsp;My 22-month-old daughter can hit the high notes! &amp;nbsp;Here's her &lt;strike&gt;earsplitting&lt;/strike&gt; sidesplitting rendition of "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star."&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8FFcKXAKR-A" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhenYouHaveAKid/~4/ZE1xEJMYXPM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whenyouhaveakid.com/feeds/9031476090539887692/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.whenyouhaveakid.com/2012/02/video-sidesplitting-rendition-of.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911838730339496393/posts/default/9031476090539887692?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911838730339496393/posts/default/9031476090539887692?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhenYouHaveAKid/~3/ZE1xEJMYXPM/video-sidesplitting-rendition-of.html" title="[video] A Sidesplitting Rendition of &quot;Twinkle Twinkle Little Star&quot;" /><author><name>Ed Hadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014801246871921152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZfpJvTHn7Q/S9JS8ErQ-qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_hXgIDD5Cow/S220/24543_1310827967751_1142164068_30980928_2895811_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/8FFcKXAKR-A/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.whenyouhaveakid.com/2012/02/video-sidesplitting-rendition-of.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8DSHc9eip7ImA9WhRQF0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911838730339496393.post-3250441823498471700</id><published>2011-12-12T17:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T10:41:19.962-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-13T10:41:19.962-05:00</app:edited><title>Tiny Fort (A Win-Win Workaround)</title><content type="html">&lt;div&gt;
For a few weeks, A. was beyond obsessed with building forts.&amp;nbsp; Often, it was the first thing she wanted to do upon waking up.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Being process-oriented, I quickly settled upon an ideal fort configuration for our living room that required the following:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;ul&gt;
&lt;li&gt;3 couch cushions - two for the walls, one for the roof&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;2 blankets - one for the floor; the other draped over the top, creating a tent flap door&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Disney princess table and chair - to support the walls from the outside&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;/ul&gt;
I would build the fort against the couch, creating a third half wall.&amp;nbsp; A. loved to climb in and out of the opening, and probably used it more than the actual door.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But anyway, while building forts is generally fun, it can get a little tiresome--especially at the crack of dawn.&amp;nbsp; Also, there are times where you really don't want to rip apart your couch and living room.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So one day, I devised a workaround: the tiny fort.&amp;nbsp; The tiny fort is essentially just a sheet or blanket draped over our heads. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The tiny fort was an instant hit, and a clear win-win. It's quick and easy to build, and it's still a lot of fun for A. Often, she'll be sitting on a couch or bed and reach for a blanket, saying "tiny."&amp;nbsp; And to be honest, she rarely wants to build regular forts anymore.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
As a marketer, I'm inclined to believe branding contributed to the tiny fort being a hit, as the name maintains the positive association with forts in general. Had I called it something else, say "blanket on head," I don't think it would still be in the rotation today.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;What workaround have you devised for your kids? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhenYouHaveAKid/~4/XocjL84wPqw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whenyouhaveakid.com/feeds/3250441823498471700/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.whenyouhaveakid.com/2011/12/tiny-fort-win-win-workaround.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911838730339496393/posts/default/3250441823498471700?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911838730339496393/posts/default/3250441823498471700?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhenYouHaveAKid/~3/XocjL84wPqw/tiny-fort-win-win-workaround.html" title="Tiny Fort (A Win-Win Workaround)" /><author><name>Ed Hadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014801246871921152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZfpJvTHn7Q/S9JS8ErQ-qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_hXgIDD5Cow/S220/24543_1310827967751_1142164068_30980928_2895811_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.whenyouhaveakid.com/2011/12/tiny-fort-win-win-workaround.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUIGQXc_fyp7ImA9WhdaGEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911838730339496393.post-7077497811158861325</id><published>2011-10-28T19:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T19:12:00.947-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-28T19:12:00.947-04:00</app:edited><title>Ready to Party</title><content type="html">Actual conversation...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Me [putting a Sesame Street birthday hat on A]: Who's ready to party?&lt;br /&gt;
A: Ama&lt;br /&gt;
[A walks out of the room]&lt;br /&gt;
Me: Where are you going?&lt;br /&gt;
A: Party.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhenYouHaveAKid/~4/Z-ds9YCW-rw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whenyouhaveakid.com/feeds/7077497811158861325/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.whenyouhaveakid.com/2011/10/ready-to-party.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911838730339496393/posts/default/7077497811158861325?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911838730339496393/posts/default/7077497811158861325?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhenYouHaveAKid/~3/Z-ds9YCW-rw/ready-to-party.html" title="Ready to Party" /><author><name>Ed Hadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014801246871921152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZfpJvTHn7Q/S9JS8ErQ-qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_hXgIDD5Cow/S220/24543_1310827967751_1142164068_30980928_2895811_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.whenyouhaveakid.com/2011/10/ready-to-party.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8BR347eCp7ImA9WhdVFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911838730339496393.post-5100095007049083486</id><published>2011-09-20T12:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-20T13:14:16.000-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-20T13:14:16.000-04:00</app:edited><title>The Surprising Thing My Daughter Learned from Snow White</title><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;When you have a kid, they constantly surprise you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://images.wikia.com/disney/images/9/99/SW_Kiss.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="145" src="http://images.wikia.com/disney/images/9/99/SW_Kiss.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
This story is no longer new, but it's something I want to capture before I forget. Besides, it's too cute not to share.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A few months ago, I watched A. while Steph went to a wedding. At bed time,
I read her the board book version of &lt;i&gt;Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;
When we got to the page where the prince kisses the sleeping Snow White, A.
suddenly leaned forward and kissed the book.&amp;nbsp; Then, she turned around and
kissed me!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tTSgabk_zTU/TnjEf3aCBPI/AAAAAAAAASE/neMnWGjIiwQ/s1600/Ed+%2526+A+Beach.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
We read the book several more times--it took quite a while to get her to
sleep that night--and each time, she did the same thing: kiss the book, and
then kiss me.&amp;nbsp; It was ridiculously cute.&amp;nbsp; It also made me realize
just how much comprehension precedes communication with young children.&amp;nbsp; Although A. could say very few words beyond “mama”
and “dada” at the time, she clearly understood much, much more.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhenYouHaveAKid/~4/RaphztLjh7s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whenyouhaveakid.com/feeds/5100095007049083486/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.whenyouhaveakid.com/2011/09/story-about-kissing-princes-and-daddies.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911838730339496393/posts/default/5100095007049083486?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911838730339496393/posts/default/5100095007049083486?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhenYouHaveAKid/~3/RaphztLjh7s/story-about-kissing-princes-and-daddies.html" title="The Surprising Thing My Daughter Learned from Snow White" /><author><name>Ed Hadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014801246871921152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZfpJvTHn7Q/S9JS8ErQ-qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_hXgIDD5Cow/S220/24543_1310827967751_1142164068_30980928_2895811_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.whenyouhaveakid.com/2011/09/story-about-kissing-princes-and-daddies.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYER3c6fip7ImA9WhdVEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911838730339496393.post-1356936424853325685</id><published>2011-09-14T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-14T16:45:06.916-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-14T16:45:06.916-04:00</app:edited><title>Hurricane Irene (As Drawn by a 16-Month-Old)</title><content type="html">A few weeks ago, while Hurricane Irene was battering the East Coast, we spent several hours in the basement playing with A.&amp;nbsp; We built forts, read books, played with Playdough, and drew pictures with crayons.&amp;nbsp; One of A.'s drawings, in particular, stood out because it reminded me of the hurricane itself.&amp;nbsp; I can clearly see big waves and falling rain.&amp;nbsp; Can't you?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-26CdohlIzK0/Tm_2P8KU52I/AAAAAAAAARw/5u76eOeGryU/s1600/IMG_8987.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-26CdohlIzK0/Tm_2P8KU52I/AAAAAAAAARw/5u76eOeGryU/s320/IMG_8987.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hurricane Irene, A. Hadley, copyright 2011&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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A. loves bubbles as much as the next kid--she's been fascinated with them for months--but it wasn't until this past weekend that she learned to blow bubbles herself.&amp;nbsp; As I was able to document, the secret to blowing bubbles boils down to two things:&lt;br /&gt;
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Last weekend, we stayed at my in-laws' &lt;a href="http://www.whenyouhaveakid.com/2011/05/ww34-first-beach-day.html"&gt;beach house&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a href="http://www.whenyouhaveakid.com/2010/09/ww9-baby-gaga-at-marshfield-labor-day.html"&gt;Marshfield&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; When A. got up early (as per usual!) on Saturday morning,  Steph and I took her down to the beach to watch the sunrise.&amp;nbsp; The beach we went to is fittingly named Sunrise Beach.&amp;nbsp; Based on the pictures below, you'll see why.&amp;nbsp; The sunrise was breathtaking!&lt;br /&gt;
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There's this game we play with A., our thirteen-month-old daughter.&amp;nbsp; We call it "Where's A.?"&amp;nbsp; It's kind of like a reverse &lt;a href="http://www.whenyouhaveakid.com/2010/11/26-4-things-baby-didnt-learn-by.html"&gt;peekaboo&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Instead of hiding of our faces, A. hides hers--either under a blanket or behind a pillow--and we say "Where's A.?"&amp;nbsp; She'll wait a few seconds and then pop her head back up, grinning as we say "There she is!"&amp;nbsp; And then we repeat the game, often several times.&lt;br /&gt;
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This weekend, while Steph was doing the grocery shopping, I built a fort for A. on the couch and she and I played the "Where's A.?" game.&amp;nbsp; I grabbed the camera and was lucky enough to capture the before and after.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the first three months of 2011, I read one book.&amp;nbsp; In the last two months alone, I’ve read seven.&amp;nbsp; Going from one book in  three months to seven books in two months is a significant increase.&amp;nbsp; So  what changed?&amp;nbsp; The amazing power of an hour a day.&lt;br /&gt;
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Two months ago, I got a new job and for the first time in my career, I  started taking public transportation.&amp;nbsp; Freed from the burden of  driving, I was able to devote my commuting time--roughly an hour a day--to other  pursuits, namely reading.&amp;nbsp; Depending on the book, the traffic, and my state of mind, I read  40-50 pages a day, 200-250 pages a week.&amp;nbsp; Even  factoring in a few bus rides to write (like I am now) or just listen to music, it’s easy to see how I was able to read so many books in such a short time.&lt;br /&gt;
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This simply wasn’t possible before.&amp;nbsp; With a thirteen-month-old, I have virtually no time to read at home.&amp;nbsp; When she's awake, we're running around constantly.&amp;nbsp; When she's sleeping, we're trying to pick up the house, make dinner, etc.&amp;nbsp; After all that's done, I’m either too tired  or too unmotivated to read.&amp;nbsp; But taking public transportation has  given me an opportunity to read again and I’ve seized it.&amp;nbsp; Having that hour each  day  has allowed me to produce remarkable results.&lt;br /&gt;
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I thought I would share a running list of the books I've read in 2011.&amp;nbsp; It's my testament to the amazing power of an hour a day.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully, if you're a busy parent, it inspires you to find an hour a day to devote to something important.&amp;nbsp; If nothing else, maybe you'll find a book or two to enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;1.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=whe063-20&amp;amp;l=bil&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0470648287" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Content-Rules-Podcasts-Webinars-Customers/dp/0470648287?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=whe063-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;Content Rules&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=whe063-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0470648287" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;, Ann Handley and C.C. Chapman - A good practical guide to creating marketing content.&amp;nbsp; My only criticism is that it felt like a stitched together series of blog posts. &lt;b&gt;Grade B+&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;2. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/New-Rules-Marketing-PR-Releases/dp/0470547812?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=whe063-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;The New Rules of Marketing and PR&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=whe063-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0470547812" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;, David Meerman Scott - A great overview of how the Web and social media have changed the rules of marketing, and why businesses must adapt. &lt;b&gt;Grade: A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;3. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Crossing-Chasm-Marketing-Technology-ebook/dp/B000FC119W?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=whe063-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;Crossing the Chasm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=whe063-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=B000FC119W" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, Geoffrey Moore - If you market high tech products, then this book is a must-read.&amp;nbsp; The tech references are&lt;strike&gt; a little&lt;/strike&gt; very dated, but the principles still ring true.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;Grade: A-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;4. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Selling-VITO-Very-Important-Officer/dp/1440506698?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=whe063-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;Selling to VITO the Very Important Top Officer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, Tony Parinello - There are a few good points about C-suite selling, but they're buried among constant cliches and cheesy writing. &lt;b&gt;Grade: C&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; &lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=whe063-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=1440506698" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Emperor-Air-Ethan-Canin/dp/0618004149?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=whe063-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;Emperor of the Air&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=whe063-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0618004149" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;, Ethan Canin - A solid collection of short stories that I first read in college because one of my English professors knew the author.&amp;nbsp; The title story is the best.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;Grade: A-&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;6. &lt;/b&gt; &lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=whe063-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0618004149" style="border: medium none ! important; margin: 0px ! important; padding: 0px ! important;" width="1" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Farewell-Arms-Ernest-Hemingway/dp/0684801469?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=whe063-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;A Farewell To Arms&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, Ernest Hemingway - While I prefer Hemingway's short stories, this  is one of his classic novels.&amp;nbsp; It powerfully captures the disillusionment with WWI.  &lt;b&gt;Grade: A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;7. &lt;/b&gt; &lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=whe063-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0684801469" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Great-Gatsby-F-Scott-Fitzgerald/dp/0743273567?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=whe063-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;The Great Gatsby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=whe063-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0743273567" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;, F. Scott Fitzgerald - Another classic from the 1920's.&amp;nbsp; Jay Gatsby's great design is so tragically flawed, but in a way, you can't blame him for trying.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;Grade: A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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8. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Things-They-Carried-Tim-OBrien/dp/0618706410?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=whe063-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;The Things They Carried&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=whe063-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0618706410" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, Tim O'Brien - My favorite book.&amp;nbsp; Ever.&amp;nbsp; It's about war, yes, but also peace, death and life, hate and love, confusion, pride, shame, anger, and so much more--all in one unforgettable book. &lt;b&gt;Grade: A+&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;9. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Long-Tail-Revised-Updated-Business/dp/1401309666?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=whe063-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;The Long Tail&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=whe063-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=1401309666" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;,&amp;nbsp; Chris Anderson - Fascinating theory that has revolutionized markets from music, media, and entertainment, to traditional retail.&amp;nbsp; However, I felt the book could have been more succinct.&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;Grade: B+&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;10. &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Tipping-Point-Little-Things-Difference/dp/0316346624?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=whe063-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;The Tipping Point&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=whe063-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0316346624" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, Malcolm Gladwell - Great analysis of social epidemics, i.e. what causes ideas, products, or messages to spread like viruses. I love the examples he uses to make his points. &lt;b&gt;Grade: A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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11. &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Winesburg-Ohio-Sherwood-Anderson/dp/1936041987?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=whe063-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;Winesburg, Ohio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=whe063-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=1936041987" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;, Sherwood Anderson - Had high hopes, since Anderson was a big Hemingway influence, so was a little disappointed. Great characters but the writing didn't blow me away. &lt;b&gt;Grade: B&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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12. &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Things-Fall-Apart-Chinua-Achebe/dp/0385474547?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=whe063-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;Things Fall Apart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=whe063-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0385474547" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;, Chinua Achebe - Haven't read this book since college. It's a good look at pride/hubris and the often destructive influence of Western "civilization". &lt;b&gt;Grade: B+&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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13. &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Outliers-Story-Success-Malcolm-Gladwell/dp/0316017930?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;tag=whe063-20&amp;amp;link_code=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969" target="_blank"&gt;Outliers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" height="1" src="http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=whe063-20&amp;amp;l=btl&amp;amp;camp=213689&amp;amp;creative=392969&amp;amp;o=1&amp;amp;a=0316017930" style="border: none !important; margin: 0px !important; padding: 0px !important;" width="1" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, Malcolm Gladwell - Ok, I'm officially a huge Gladwell fan. Another great book, this one looking at the keys to success, using examples like Bill Gates and the Beatles. &lt;b&gt;Grade: A&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Considering how much A. &lt;a href="http://www.whenyouhaveakid.com/2011/05/ww34-first-beach-day.html"&gt;loves the beach&lt;/a&gt;, it was only natural that we get her a sandbox for the yard. &amp;nbsp;Just to tide her over in between trips to &lt;a href="http://www.whenyouhaveakid.com/2010/09/ww9-baby-gaga-at-marshfield-labor-day.html"&gt;Marshfield&lt;/a&gt;. &amp;nbsp;True to form, she had a blast. &amp;nbsp;If this photo wasn't proof enough, you should have seen the amount of sand we swept up from her bedroom floor afterward.&lt;br /&gt;
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Over the weekend, we took A. to the &lt;a href="http://www.mos.org/"&gt;Museum of Science&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; We got free passes from our local library branch; I highly recommend getting a library card if for no other reason.&amp;nbsp; Although our one-year-old daughter was too young for most of the exhibits, we were pleasantly surprised by how much there was to keep her occupied for the two-plus hours we were there.&amp;nbsp; The archeological dig "site" was by far the biggest hit, which makes sense given how much she loves the &lt;a href="http://www.whenyouhaveakid.com/2011/05/ww34-first-beach-day.html"&gt;beach&lt;/a&gt; and her new &lt;a href="http://www.whenyouhaveakid.com/2011/05/ww35-sandbox-baby.html"&gt;sandbox&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Exhibits involving light, mirrors, or water were also well received.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes, things that weren't even exhibits were entertaining.&amp;nbsp; And, as you'll see below, daddy also had a lot of fun, nerd that he is.&lt;br /&gt;
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Families are full of rituals, big and small.&amp;nbsp; With the smaller ones, you often can't remember their origin.&amp;nbsp; You simply wake up one day and realize they're an integral part of your routine.&amp;nbsp; The specific actions that comprise the ritual aren't important in themselves; rather, they gain importance from the fact that they are and must always be performed.&lt;br /&gt;
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Like this one.&amp;nbsp; Every morning, while Steph showers and gets dressed, I watch A.&amp;nbsp; We do different things -- play, watch an episode of Sesame Street, eat breakfast, etc. -- until A. hears the hair dryer.&amp;nbsp; That sound is like the whistle to Pavlov's dog.&amp;nbsp; Hearing it, she immediately runs to the gate at the bottom of the stairs.&amp;nbsp; I bring her upstairs to the bedroom and plop her down on the bed next to Steph while she dries her hair.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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What we do next varies by the day.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes, A. stands on the bed and "helps" Steph with her hair. Other times, I'll grab the hairbrush and brush A.'s hair or let her brush mine.&amp;nbsp; Lately, I've started building mini pillow forts on the bed, surrounding her in a little square.&amp;nbsp; She gets such a kick out of it, and will dive headfirst into the pillows with a huge smile on her face.&lt;br /&gt;
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Next week, we'll probably find something different to do while Steph dries her hair.&amp;nbsp; But one thing is certain: A. and I will be up there while she dries her hair.&amp;nbsp; Now matter how much the ritual changes, it stays the same.&amp;nbsp; And that's what I love about it.&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;What are some of your family rituals?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhenYouHaveAKid/~4/R19WVe4Nrcg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whenyouhaveakid.com/feeds/860409882987732416/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.whenyouhaveakid.com/2011/05/41-family-rituals.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911838730339496393/posts/default/860409882987732416?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911838730339496393/posts/default/860409882987732416?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhenYouHaveAKid/~3/R19WVe4Nrcg/41-family-rituals.html" title="#41: Family Rituals" /><author><name>Ed Hadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014801246871921152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZfpJvTHn7Q/S9JS8ErQ-qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_hXgIDD5Cow/S220/24543_1310827967751_1142164068_30980928_2895811_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.whenyouhaveakid.com/2011/05/41-family-rituals.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8EQXYzeyp7ImA9WhZWEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911838730339496393.post-6525447733529490115</id><published>2011-05-11T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T09:00:00.883-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-11T09:00:00.883-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="WW" /><title>WW#34: First Beach Day</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wordless Wednesday: First Beach Day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Last weekend, we went to my in-laws' beach house in &lt;a href="http://www.whenyouhaveakid.com/2010/09/ww9-baby-gaga-at-marshfield-labor-day.html"&gt;Marshfield&lt;/a&gt; to help get it ready for summer.&amp;nbsp; We were expecting rain, but it ended up being a beautiful day -- so nice, in fact, that we took A. down to the beach.&amp;nbsp; While she had been to the beach a few times last summer, she was too young then to understand where she was or what to do.&amp;nbsp; This trip was completely different.&amp;nbsp; A. not only loved playing in the sand, but she couldn't get enough of the ocean.&amp;nbsp; As you can see below, she literally struggled to stay in the water when Steph tried to bring her back to the beach.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm thrilled by how much A. loves the beach; it bodes well for our Martha's Vineyard vacation in June, not to mention all of the weekend trips to Marshfield throughout the summer.&amp;nbsp; At the same time, though, I recognize that sitting on the beach with a book is a thing of the past.&amp;nbsp; As Steph said, it's going to be a frozen ankles kind of summer!&lt;br /&gt;
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After that long-winded introduction, here are some photos from A.'s first beach day of the summer. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was relatively empty despite the nice May day.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;First, we played in the sand.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we picked up sea shells and rocks.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mommy was ever-vigilant.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p3pxwyZ-Hso/TcnT7ktHRVI/AAAAAAAAAOo/hvutpDzNkWQ/s1600/IMG_7321.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p3pxwyZ-Hso/TcnT7ktHRVI/AAAAAAAAAOo/hvutpDzNkWQ/s320/IMG_7321.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Daddy took a break from taking photos to pose for one.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GzGy552NuEQ/TcnUWRDai1I/AAAAAAAAAOw/3kiYwmIaJfQ/s1600/IMG_7326.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GzGy552NuEQ/TcnUWRDai1I/AAAAAAAAAOw/3kiYwmIaJfQ/s320/IMG_7326.JPG" width="213" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we walked along the beach.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ibfbFqT6LM/TcnUjH5TMFI/AAAAAAAAAO0/cnvVI01F9Sc/s1600/IMG_7336.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--ibfbFqT6LM/TcnUjH5TMFI/AAAAAAAAAO0/cnvVI01F9Sc/s320/IMG_7336.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A. surveying the ocean.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MZIR3zjTOs0/TcnUxolfeEI/AAAAAAAAAO4/l3NC32jb4w8/s1600/IMG_7337.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MZIR3zjTOs0/TcnUxolfeEI/AAAAAAAAAO4/l3NC32jb4w8/s320/IMG_7337.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;She had no fear of waves or cold water.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MTksi4zgF1g/TcnU-fxbGgI/AAAAAAAAAO8/RLWjYHtVuSI/s1600/IMG_7339.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MTksi4zgF1g/TcnU-fxbGgI/AAAAAAAAAO8/RLWjYHtVuSI/s320/IMG_7339.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;She kept running back for more.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q-ISuhz5Fbs/TcnVK39KtUI/AAAAAAAAAPA/zvnmoUZzFFQ/s1600/IMG_7340.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q-ISuhz5Fbs/TcnVK39KtUI/AAAAAAAAAPA/zvnmoUZzFFQ/s320/IMG_7340.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Steph had to drag her out of the water.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uQmIUEtyc1o/TcnVh6FNFyI/AAAAAAAAAPI/GDkvJEkRuxI/s1600/IMG_7360.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uQmIUEtyc1o/TcnVh6FNFyI/AAAAAAAAAPI/GDkvJEkRuxI/s320/IMG_7360.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;She had such a good time she smiled all the way home!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhenYouHaveAKid/~4/s1AvNP7Fr5Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whenyouhaveakid.com/feeds/6525447733529490115/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.whenyouhaveakid.com/2011/05/ww34-first-beach-day.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911838730339496393/posts/default/6525447733529490115?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911838730339496393/posts/default/6525447733529490115?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhenYouHaveAKid/~3/s1AvNP7Fr5Q/ww34-first-beach-day.html" title="WW#34: First Beach Day" /><author><name>Ed Hadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014801246871921152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZfpJvTHn7Q/S9JS8ErQ-qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_hXgIDD5Cow/S220/24543_1310827967751_1142164068_30980928_2895811_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YICt3t4ZNhM/TcnSpd1QC_I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/tj8_Jk7VyVw/s72-c/IMG_7268.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.whenyouhaveakid.com/2011/05/ww34-first-beach-day.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ENRHs_cSp7ImA9WhZWEE4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911838730339496393.post-4210213003302229747</id><published>2011-05-10T08:52:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T09:54:55.549-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-10T09:54:55.549-04:00</app:edited><title>#40: Party Planning for Parents: 5 Lessons Learned from my Daughter's First Birthday</title><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whenyouhaveakid.com/"&gt;When you have a kid&lt;/a&gt;, you're often thrust into the role of party planner.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t8CgK0rAe7Q/Tck0WKH-vDI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wEWZ1iiHGUw/s1600/A+Grandma+Bday.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t8CgK0rAe7Q/Tck0WKH-vDI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wEWZ1iiHGUw/s200/A+Grandma+Bday.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;A. and her grandma&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;A few weeks ago, my daughter A. celebrated her &lt;a href="http://www.whenyouhaveakid.com/2011/04/37-happy-first-birthday-to-my-baby-girl.html"&gt;first birthday&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; To mark the occasion, we hosted a party at the house for our friends and family.&amp;nbsp; It was a great day and the party went off without a hitch.&amp;nbsp; Looking back, though, I realized that there were a few things I probably would have done differently.&amp;nbsp; Here are five lessons learned from hosting my daughter's first birthday party.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully, they help inform your own party planning efforts.&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;1. Hosting is hard work.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; You might try to trick yourself into thinking it will be easy with statements like "Oh, we'll just have something &lt;i&gt;small &lt;/i&gt;at the house". But here's the deal: A.) what starts out small never ends small and B.) hosting a party of any size is hard work.&amp;nbsp; Maybe it's because I'm a perfectionist and borderline OCD but parties usually entail weeks of prep, followed by running around non-stop the day of the event.&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;2. Assign someone (other than yourself) to take pictures.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;As I learned, you'll be way  too busy running around to properly document the event.&amp;nbsp; Instead, enlist someone with a decent eye and the freedom/willingness to roam the party and capture the highlights.&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;3. Buy/make less food than you think you need.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;You never want to disappoint "Martha" by running out of food.&amp;nbsp; But at the same time, how many days in a row can you eat the same leftovers &lt;insert food=""&gt; &lt;insert food=""&gt; for lunch AND dinner?&amp;nbsp; I guarantee that "underestimating" will still be overestimating--just in a more reasonable manner.&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/insert&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;4. Distribute goody bags early.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;Some guests--e.g. parents with young kids on schedules--will leave the party early, even if it's a lunchtime affair.&amp;nbsp; When they do, you'll be more focused on rushing over to say a quick goodbye than remembering to grab their goody bags.&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;5. Set an end time&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Remember to give yourself enough time to clean and more importantly, to relax.&amp;nbsp; Fortunately, because A.'s first birthday party was at noon, we had plenty of time afterwards to unwind.&amp;nbsp; After all, hosting is hard work!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;What other lessons have you learned from planning and hosting parties for your kids? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhenYouHaveAKid/~4/pUbOajwiPT8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whenyouhaveakid.com/feeds/4210213003302229747/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.whenyouhaveakid.com/2011/05/40-party-planning-for-parents-5-lessons.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911838730339496393/posts/default/4210213003302229747?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911838730339496393/posts/default/4210213003302229747?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhenYouHaveAKid/~3/pUbOajwiPT8/40-party-planning-for-parents-5-lessons.html" title="#40: Party Planning for Parents: 5 Lessons Learned from my Daughter's First Birthday" /><author><name>Ed Hadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014801246871921152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZfpJvTHn7Q/S9JS8ErQ-qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_hXgIDD5Cow/S220/24543_1310827967751_1142164068_30980928_2895811_n.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-t8CgK0rAe7Q/Tck0WKH-vDI/AAAAAAAAAOI/wEWZ1iiHGUw/s72-c/A+Grandma+Bday.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.whenyouhaveakid.com/2011/05/40-party-planning-for-parents-5-lessons.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08MQ3ozcSp7ImA9WhZXFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911838730339496393.post-4713920833204892403</id><published>2011-05-06T08:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T08:44:42.489-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-06T08:44:42.489-04:00</app:edited><title>#39: The Wheels on the Bus</title><content type="html">&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;When you have a kid, work issues are often parenting issues&lt;i&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The wheels on the bus go round and round,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Round and round,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Round and round.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;The wheels on the bus go round and round,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;All through the town.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://doubletwenty.com/images/bus.gif" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="103" src="http://doubletwenty.com/images/bus.gif" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This song is my new daily reality.&amp;nbsp; After eight years of driving to work, I now take the bus.&amp;nbsp; While that's clearly a work issue, it's also a parenting issue.&amp;nbsp; Because I have to  leave the house at the same time every morning--7:35am to be precise--we're on a tight schedule with little room for error.&amp;nbsp; When Steph showers, I watch A. and vice versa.&amp;nbsp; Then all three of us eat breakfast.&amp;nbsp; I grab my coffee and lunch and head out the door for my nine-minute walk to the bus stop. &lt;br /&gt;
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Side note: my two favorite parts of the morning are when A. kisses me goodbye (though we have to work on her sloppy, open-mouth "kiss") and when she waves to me from the dining room window. &lt;br /&gt;
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On most mornings, we move with precision, though sometimes we're a little behind because I snooze for an extra nine minutes or A. has a poopy diaper or we're just moving slow.&amp;nbsp; I can't stand being late for anything--let alone missing a bus--so it was a little nerve-wracking at first.&amp;nbsp; But we've gotten into a good routine.&amp;nbsp; I even set the alarm clock a little earlier, so we have more of a buffer.&amp;nbsp; We use those extra 20 minutes for whatever pops up, or just some extra family time.&lt;br /&gt;
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I wasn't sure how I would like the bus, but so far, it's been fantastic.&amp;nbsp; I love that I can use the time to be productive, versus having to focus on driving.&amp;nbsp; My stress level is down--this past winter in Boston was brutal for driving--and in four weeks, I've read three books and listened to hours of music.&amp;nbsp; To top it off, between rising gas prices and what I would have had to pay for a parking permit, it's way cheaper.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully, I still love the bus after going through my first winter!&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhenYouHaveAKid/~4/HzFQ_uIrOaI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whenyouhaveakid.com/feeds/4713920833204892403/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.whenyouhaveakid.com/2011/05/39-wheels-on-bus.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911838730339496393/posts/default/4713920833204892403?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911838730339496393/posts/default/4713920833204892403?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhenYouHaveAKid/~3/HzFQ_uIrOaI/39-wheels-on-bus.html" title="#39: The Wheels on the Bus" /><author><name>Ed Hadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014801246871921152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZfpJvTHn7Q/S9JS8ErQ-qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_hXgIDD5Cow/S220/24543_1310827967751_1142164068_30980928_2895811_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.whenyouhaveakid.com/2011/05/39-wheels-on-bus.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4HQXY5cSp7ImA9WhZXFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911838730339496393.post-5961864379587709161</id><published>2011-05-04T08:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T08:42:10.829-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-05-04T08:42:10.829-04:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="WW" /><title>WW#33: Baby's Serious Face</title><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;Wordless Wednesday: Baby's Serious Face&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I took this photo over the weekend.&amp;nbsp; A. wasn't in a bad mood or anything.&amp;nbsp; I just happened to catch a fleeting moment of seriousness.&amp;nbsp; I'm amazed by the wide range of emotions babies express--often in a very brief period.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you're wondering about the sequel parenthetical, I already published a post entitled "&lt;a href="http://www.whenyouhaveakid.com/2011/02/ww27-sleeping-beauty.html"&gt;Sleeping Beauty&lt;/a&gt;".&amp;nbsp; I take so many pictures of A. sleeping  (&lt;a href="http://www.whenyouhaveakid.com/2010/07/ww4-love-poem-for-my-daughter.html"&gt;several more examples here&lt;/a&gt;) that I might just have to make it its own regular series.&amp;nbsp; She always looks so peaceful and adorable that it warms me to the core!&amp;nbsp; It's those moments where you gain a special appreciation for being a daddy (or mommy).&lt;br /&gt;
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Here's an interesting fact Steph and I realized over the weekend: because Easter was celebrated on April 4th in 2010 and April 24th in 2011 and our daughter A. was born on April 16, 2010, she didn't celebrate her first Easter until &lt;i&gt;after &lt;/i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whenyouhaveakid.com/2011/04/37-happy-first-birthday-to-my-baby-girl.html"&gt;her first birthday&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; It's just one of those anomalies because of how the date is determined; according to &lt;a href="http://www.uri.edu/ce/faceit/astronomy/TA%27s/TQ2A10.htm"&gt;this Geocities-looking web page&lt;/a&gt;, Easter falls on the first Sunday after the first full moon after the Vernal equinox (March 21st). &lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, our first Easter with A. was good--at least until the car ride home, but we'll chalk that up to teething and over-tiredness.&amp;nbsp; A. had a great time playing with her cousins and my sister-in-law's dog Rusty.&amp;nbsp; The weather was surprisingly warm and sunny.&amp;nbsp; The Italian Easter pies--a tradition in Steph's family--were delicious.&amp;nbsp; And the Celtics and Red Sox both brought out the broom and swept!&lt;br /&gt;
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Here are a few Easter photos.&lt;br /&gt;
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As Robert Louis Stevenson wrote, &lt;b&gt;"To travel hopefully is a better thing than to arrive..."&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Whether you've been there from the beginning or hopped on along the way, thank you for joining me on this journey.&amp;nbsp; I'm excited to see where it takes us over the next year and beyond.&lt;br /&gt;
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p.s. As a blogiversary gift to myself, I am going to redesign the blog.&amp;nbsp; Stay tuned.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/WhenYouHaveAKid/~4/vPPA89O1P_U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.whenyouhaveakid.com/feeds/3899820390946819041/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.whenyouhaveakid.com/2011/04/happy-blogiversary-to-me.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911838730339496393/posts/default/3899820390946819041?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2911838730339496393/posts/default/3899820390946819041?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/WhenYouHaveAKid/~3/vPPA89O1P_U/happy-blogiversary-to-me.html" title="Happy Blogiversary... to Me!" /><author><name>Ed Hadley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04014801246871921152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3ZfpJvTHn7Q/S9JS8ErQ-qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_hXgIDD5Cow/S220/24543_1310827967751_1142164068_30980928_2895811_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://www.whenyouhaveakid.com/2011/04/happy-blogiversary-to-me.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcAQ38zeCp7ImA9WhZRGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2911838730339496393.post-6240634404467491152</id><published>2011-04-16T08:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T08:30:42.180-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-16T08:30:42.180-04:00</app:edited><title>#37: Happy First Birthday to My Baby Girl</title><content type="html">&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.whenyouhaveakid.com/"&gt;When you have a kid&lt;/a&gt;, the first year goes by fast.&amp;nbsp; Really freakin' fast.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-98LvTFAeGdE/TaWdBbbsHvI/AAAAAAAAANk/jH1CDFpnVC8/s1600/A.+Birthday+Hat.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-98LvTFAeGdE/TaWdBbbsHvI/AAAAAAAAANk/jH1CDFpnVC8/s200/A.+Birthday+Hat.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;One year.&amp;nbsp; 12 months.&amp;nbsp; 365 days.&amp;nbsp; 8,760 hours.&amp;nbsp; 525,600 minutes.&amp;nbsp; 31,536,000 seconds.&amp;nbsp; No matter how big I try to make the unit of time, it still feels incredibly small because it went by in the blink of an eye.&lt;br /&gt;
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A year ago today, Steph and I welcomed our beautiful baby girl into the world.&amp;nbsp; A. was 11 days late, which was very un-Hadley like.&amp;nbsp; But once she burst onto the scene, there was no holding her back.&amp;nbsp; It seemed like every other week we were celebrating a major milestone.&amp;nbsp; Like &lt;a href="http://www.whenyouhaveakid.com/2010/07/ww2-roll-over-thoven.html"&gt;rolling over&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Or &lt;a href="http://www.whenyouhaveakid.com/2010/09/ww11-rice-rice-baby-cereal-aint-so.html"&gt;eating solid foods&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Or &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8St3A_SuwU0"&gt;crawling&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Or &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-Ao_sPzDoJ8&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;mastering the stacking rings toy&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Or &lt;a href="http://www.whenyouhaveakid.com/2011/03/ww31-word-hint-its-not-bird.html"&gt;saying "dada"&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Now she's walking like a (semi) pro and even learning to feed herself with a spoon.&amp;nbsp; I'm constantly amazed by how much development is packed into the first year. &lt;br /&gt;
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I'm so proud of each accomplishment and how far A. has come in such a short time.&amp;nbsp; I'm also excited for what the next year holds, and look forward to being able  to interact, communicate, and play with her on a whole new level.&amp;nbsp; Yet, I can't help but be a little saddened that each day she becomes less like a baby and more like a kid.&amp;nbsp; I want her to grow up and &lt;a href="http://www.whenyouhaveakid.com/2010/08/19-piano-hands-long-thin-slivers-of.html"&gt;do amazing things&lt;/a&gt;, but at the same time, I want her to always be my baby girl.&amp;nbsp; (As I wrote when A. turned four months, I want to &lt;a href="http://www.whenyouhaveakid.com/2010/08/17-having-your-cake-and-eating-it-too.html"&gt;have my cake and eat it too&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Today, there will be plenty of cake--and plenty of celebration!&amp;nbsp; Happy First Birthday to my baby girl!&amp;nbsp; I love you so much.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Saturday was a warm, sunny day, so we decided to take baby on her first trip to the zoo. &amp;nbsp;We went to the&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.zoonewengland.org/Page.aspx?pid=219"&gt;Franklin Park Zoo&lt;/a&gt;,&amp;nbsp;which was perfect for two reasons:&amp;nbsp;it's close (we got there in under 15 minutes) and&amp;nbsp;it's&amp;nbsp;a manageable size (we saw everything in three hours and weren't exhausted afterwords). &amp;nbsp;The only disappointment was that the giraffe wasn't out; apparently, it&amp;nbsp;has to be warmer than 65 degrees outside.&lt;br /&gt;
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A week from her first birthday, A. was just a tad young to fully appreciate the zoo, but she--and we--had fun anyway. &amp;nbsp;To be honest, she was more interested in the other babies than the animals. &amp;nbsp;However, considering how much she loves my sister-in-law's dog Rusty, I'm optimistic that the zoo will quickly become one of her favorite destinations. &amp;nbsp;We bought season passes, so it better!&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, here's a collection of photos from our trip to the zoo.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/b&gt;I apologize for the  three-week spell between posts.&amp;nbsp; First, I was busy landing a new job, and then I got sick.&amp;nbsp; But a third chunk of time was plain lack of inertia, and for that, I have no justification.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;So here's my first attempt at setting the wheels in motion again and reestablishing my blogging routine.&amp;nbsp; I will keep it short and sweet: a recent picture of me and A. playing outside on a nice, sunny day.&amp;nbsp; As the resident photographer of the family, I take way more photos than I'm in, so consider this a rare treat.&amp;nbsp; It's motivation to me to ensure that this blog is a treat too--but one that's not so rare!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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