<?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-8988673489764590723</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 01 Nov 2024 08:05:21 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Indiana Jones</category><category>fall</category><category>family fun</category><category>movie</category><category>pumpkins</category><title>North in South</title><description>The epic blog of a New York City Mom raising a family (and trying to stay sane) in coastal north carolina.</description><link>http://shawfamilyjournal.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Northern Momma)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988673489764590723.post-6610940666772016689</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jun 2008 23:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-25T20:39:08.098-04:00</atom:updated><title>Nick Nack and the F-Bomb</title><atom:summary type="text">Yep. The title says it all. My precious little lovable, huggable, sweet baby boy dropped his first F-bomb today. I knew it was coming. Charles had his turn - like just after his first birthday party and he dropped a whole plate of olives on the floor - he let loose an appropriately timed - &quot;Oh f#&amp;amp;!&quot;. 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We want them to have great memories of our family coming together to do interesting, fun things. We want to believe we are those unique, exciting parents that all the other kids want to have. So today, with rain and thunderstorms forecast for Wilmington all day - we decided to make a movie with the kids.Yes - a real movie. 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This one is going to fall out any day now.&quot; Each night, I&#39;d wiggle for him and tug a little until he reminded me that I &quot;promised only one more time and now you&#39;ve </atom:summary><link>http://shawfamilyjournal.blogspot.com/2008/04/missing-teeth.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Northern Momma)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguDxmuD5jNrZFMMpRKG-4yfNfSaI9Rxp2KxyXEA6vbNNKSIbXaNts4gSWNU3io-qXgRlT_0gqVDeU7c7KGVesyX6CzcniWzZNzX_mCqYHh-Vt052fi6Elzdu0OU1rye3Us3YM-pV8Dk3Q/s72-c/charlesteeth.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988673489764590723.post-7120717501391499530</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Apr 2008 04:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-22T00:58:43.976-04:00</atom:updated><title>Race Cars, Planes and Other Manly Pursuits</title><atom:summary type="text">Charles has reached the age where time with his Dad is a very important thing. He wants to talk about grease and wheels and physics and other such things that I can only hope to understand. This of course, is Ron&#39;s job. He gets it, he wants to talk about it, he enjoys sharing it with Charles. 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It&#39;s hard to say how we felt today - Ron and I are more and more relieved every day he gets bigger and stronger and smarter but at the same time, it&#39;s hard to see him grow and get older and more independent. Even though Nick is doing great, the passing of time is always a reminder that we might not always be this lucky. It makes us more grateful, it make us </atom:summary><enclosure type='video/mp4' url='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=88399a4efaab940f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link>http://shawfamilyjournal.blogspot.com/2008/03/nick-nack-turns-3.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Northern Momma)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj77qJ1KeCIef7_Z9niO-2t_C-y_tbxm7PzYq7X0QUwKkJVsx7TYX-EexML2bennHQVL5qrUHuA1KfyFn9Pk_Uc3GTMXSlrvD-vqPg11UIvc_jLBnM4nynV2TPaWZkWtV-IsF5pf4LC_S0/s72-c/March+2008+026.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988673489764590723.post-6403931383908871637</guid><pubDate>Sat, 08 Dec 2007 04:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-25T23:45:16.975-04:00</atom:updated><title>Bowling for Seven Year Olds</title><atom:summary type="text">Because we live in stepfordville, North Carolina - otherwise known as the land of the perfect birthday parties - every kid here has a killer birthday party starting at age zero. Tea party parties, gymnastics parties, ceramics parties, jungle gym parties, bounce house parties, pirate-themed parties, magicians, musicians, ponies - you name it, we do it here. And of course, in true </atom:summary><link>http://shawfamilyjournal.blogspot.com/2008/06/bowling-for-seven-year-olds.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Northern Momma)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRi6caPASiLWVP0Kzr4R5K7xsrANOer-cxkRcaHbmfJnlbl0cVFrULhnapmyuU6daUWwX90TyeQRZwVnAJeZSLZlbu77E3unMblBnQnSQMPYtcS4RaGi7dPktldz7Azjdy2RLrdglBPR4/s72-c/charlesbday.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988673489764590723.post-6544057302180983102</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Oct 2007 00:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-21T17:11:09.452-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">fall</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">pumpkins</category><title>A Vist to the Pumpkin Farm</title><atom:summary type="text">A &quot;Date&quot; At the Pumpkin Farm So this fall we took a visit to our local Pumpkin Farm - Mike&#39;s Farm. It&#39;s a really nice place to visit - out in the boonies of North Carolina. We&#39;ve gone for the past few years so it&#39;s kind of the beginning of new traditions for us here in North Carolina. We took Charlie&#39;s &quot;friend&quot; Logan with us and the three of them tore up the place. 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It’s a very vivid memory in my mind and a very personal topic for me and my family. You see, we’re New Yorkers.My husband and I were born and raised in New York City and let me tell you there is no more beautiful </atom:summary><link>http://shawfamilyjournal.blogspot.com/2007/09/autumn-in-new-york.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Northern Momma)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8988673489764590723.post-1222656815956535144</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Jul 2007 00:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-06-21T20:32:49.840-04:00</atom:updated><title>Saving Your Pennies.</title><atom:summary type="text">My life long motto has always been - expect it when you least expect it. It pretty much always seems to prove true. If we’re worried about one thing - the opposite pretty much usually happens. If I take my eye off the ball for a second, that’s when it comes crashing my way. 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