<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469</id><updated>2011-09-12T10:28:15.483-04:00</updated><category term='Summer'/><category term='Holidays'/><category term='Zack'/><category term='Wordless'/><category term='Pregnancy'/><category term='Thankful'/><category term='Jayden'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Favorite Things'/><category term='Having Fun'/><category term='Drew'/><category term='Workin&apos;'/><category term='Blog Tags'/><category term='Vacation'/><category term='Helpful Tips'/><category term='Camping'/><category term='Life Lessons'/><category term='Top 10&apos;s'/><category term='Ally'/><category term='Myself and I'/><category term='Timeline'/><category term='Fancy Beverages'/><category term='Darling Husband'/><category term='Projects'/><category term='Birthdays'/><category term='Random Thoughts'/><category term='Day Trips'/><category term='Seasons'/><category term='Home'/><category term='Information'/><category term='Sports'/><category term='Outdoors'/><category term='Books'/><title type='text'>My Version of the Story</title><subtitle type='html'>The only place where its all about me...my opinions, my stories &amp;amp; my pictures</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>723</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-4655713132993482592</id><published>2010-10-01T06:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T06:34:00.418-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><title type='text'>What's Under There?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TKUsvV1iEJI/AAAAAAAAEUw/UzGsdfcOPbA/s1600/drew090610-092610+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522869709866930322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TKUsvV1iEJI/AAAAAAAAEUw/UzGsdfcOPbA/s320/drew090610-092610+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my son, trying to get someones attention on the other side of the door.  This door opens to the bathroom.  When he feels he should be in the room with you, but for what ever reason the other person does not a 1 year old in this private area, he feels he should stick his fingers under the door for you to see. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are on the inside, you know he's there.  His stealth skills still have to be mastered, but all you see are the tops of two little fingers trying to grab onto anything under the door.  Its funny when the person on the inside does touch his fingers, the laughter starts (on both sides of the door).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-4655713132993482592?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/4655713132993482592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=4655713132993482592&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/4655713132993482592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/4655713132993482592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/10/whats-under-there.html' title='What&apos;s Under There?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TKUsvV1iEJI/AAAAAAAAEUw/UzGsdfcOPbA/s72-c/drew090610-092610+081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-2757089564868305629</id><published>2010-09-30T20:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T20:34:12.424-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>Just Like Grandpa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TKUru_T-EJI/AAAAAAAAEUo/fHYei2vsLEc/s1600/drew090610-092610+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522868604308951186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TKUru_T-EJI/AAAAAAAAEUo/fHYei2vsLEc/s320/drew090610-092610+063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Drew not only does he resemble his Grandpa Charlie, but he likes to represent his favorite football team, Washington Redskins and look at Firetrucks, just like him!  Wow, this is scary (not monster scary, just unbelievable scary how family resemblances come out through generations)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-2757089564868305629?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/2757089564868305629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=2757089564868305629&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/2757089564868305629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/2757089564868305629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/09/just-like-grandpa.html' title='Just Like Grandpa'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TKUru_T-EJI/AAAAAAAAEUo/fHYei2vsLEc/s72-c/drew090610-092610+063.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-1387172626928263918</id><published>2010-09-29T06:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T06:43:00.858-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless'/><title type='text'>Wordless Weds - For You Mommy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TKKMG962ZUI/AAAAAAAAEUY/V3EwxXCv-lc/s1600/drew090610-092610+087.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522130144438150466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TKKMG962ZUI/AAAAAAAAEUY/V3EwxXCv-lc/s320/drew090610-092610+087.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-1387172626928263918?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/1387172626928263918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=1387172626928263918&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/1387172626928263918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/1387172626928263918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/09/wordless-weds-for-you-mommy.html' title='Wordless Weds - For You Mommy'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TKKMG962ZUI/AAAAAAAAEUY/V3EwxXCv-lc/s72-c/drew090610-092610+087.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-1991573523395058102</id><published>2010-09-28T06:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-28T06:43:00.493-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ally'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darling Husband'/><title type='text'>Apple Picking With Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TKE7koFK31I/AAAAAAAAEUQ/pAnLoeDFlP0/s1600/drew090610-092610+136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521760118553370450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TKE7koFK31I/AAAAAAAAEUQ/pAnLoeDFlP0/s320/drew090610-092610+136.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sunday was a beutiful day out. I'm so glad we chose it to go apple picking with the family. Its our annual trip to the Dickenson Farm with my in-laws, my neice, FIL, Jeff and for his first time on this trip, Drew. It was the usual routine, hop on the tracter, go to the orchard, pick apples and wait for the tractor to return, but it was still fun. I don't think I could ever get tired watching everyone have a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew loved running free, helping daddy and Ally pick apples. Everyone likes to sample the product before placing them in the bag, but Drew, not so much. I'm sure it'll grow on him! I know he just enjoyed being with everyone. At the end of the adventure, he got to sit on the tractor that pulled us to and from the orchard, he loved that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until we do our annual Vermont day trip and what adventures we come across then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TKE6sTjLREI/AAAAAAAAEUA/qt-4HMXAuXY/s1600/drew090610-092610+126.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521759150969406530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TKE6sTjLREI/AAAAAAAAEUA/qt-4HMXAuXY/s320/drew090610-092610+126.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-1991573523395058102?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/1991573523395058102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=1991573523395058102&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/1991573523395058102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/1991573523395058102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/09/apple-picking-with-family.html' title='Apple Picking With Family'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TKE7koFK31I/AAAAAAAAEUQ/pAnLoeDFlP0/s72-c/drew090610-092610+136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-8223368100037163483</id><published>2010-09-27T19:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T20:43:32.994-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Halloween Practice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TJ_s-4zFRBI/AAAAAAAAET4/fdALYWn1afk/s1600/drew090610-092610+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521392233322202130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TJ_s-4zFRBI/AAAAAAAAET4/fdALYWn1afk/s320/drew090610-092610+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were out practicing the other day with Drew's motorcycle.  He's working on his stearing, but riding is no problem.  The reason we need to "practice" is Drew will be a Harley Man for Halloween!  I just don't know how we are going to get him off the bike to go door to door, maybe once he finds out what the neighbors are going to give him, he'll leave the bike behind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started working on his costume this past weekend.  We found clothing pieces at the near-by goodwill a few weeks ago and now its time to put it all together.  I have to pick up a couple more items, but we are very close to completion!  I can't wait to see it all done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TJypkES-FRI/AAAAAAAAETw/CY_hVhtPRdY/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-8223368100037163483?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/8223368100037163483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=8223368100037163483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/8223368100037163483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/8223368100037163483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/09/halloween-practice.html' title='Halloween Practice'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TJ_s-4zFRBI/AAAAAAAAET4/fdALYWn1afk/s72-c/drew090610-092610+037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-7616792620738862546</id><published>2010-09-22T06:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T06:31:00.651-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless'/><title type='text'>Wordless Weds - Apple Picking Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TJlOk2zgILI/AAAAAAAAETo/bSi_aXsAJWo/s1600/elise%26drew.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519529213413040306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TJlOk2zgILI/AAAAAAAAETo/bSi_aXsAJWo/s320/elise%26drew.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-7616792620738862546?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/7616792620738862546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=7616792620738862546&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/7616792620738862546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/7616792620738862546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/09/wordless-weds-apple-picking-friends.html' title='Wordless Weds - Apple Picking Friends'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TJlOk2zgILI/AAAAAAAAETo/bSi_aXsAJWo/s72-c/elise%26drew.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-8772227437691588865</id><published>2010-09-21T20:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T20:30:47.067-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Having Fun'/><title type='text'>This Weeks Agenda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TJlOJ3AGTbI/AAAAAAAAETg/V7i-ocTe0mg/s1600/General-Overall-Pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519528749609405874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TJlOJ3AGTbI/AAAAAAAAETg/V7i-ocTe0mg/s320/General-Overall-Pic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have a busy week, never mind the weekend. Today, Drew had his first field trip with day care. Mommy went along so Drew could ride the bus (yeah, that was my excuse for going) to get to where they were going. The whole day care went apple picking! It was so much fun. Each kid was able to pick 5 apples and got a little gourde pumpkin. Drew loved picking the apples from the tree, that is until he noticed the broken down truck on the tree line and so wanted to go check it out. I don't have many photo's at the moment of the field trip since I had to borrow a camera from my dad (I didn't want to lug around my big camera), so I'm waiting for the transfer of pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow, Jeff, Drew and myself head to the &lt;a href="http://www.thebige.com/fair/index.asp"&gt;Big E&lt;/a&gt;. Its a tradition in our area to go to the Big E, which is a fair that celebrates the New England states with items from each state and most of all Massachusetts. There is lots of yummy food, tons of things to look at from crafts to animals. Then there are the kid rides. I hope Drew is tall enough to go on some, the last fair we were at he was short by a few inches (of course mommy is going on with him, but I don't want to push the height issue, its there for a reason).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then over the weekend we have my cousin Sebastian's second birthday party and then we all go apple picking on Sunday. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Phew, its a busy week, but its loaded with fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-8772227437691588865?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/8772227437691588865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=8772227437691588865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/8772227437691588865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/8772227437691588865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/09/this-weeks-agenda.html' title='This Weeks Agenda'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TJlOJ3AGTbI/AAAAAAAAETg/V7i-ocTe0mg/s72-c/General-Overall-Pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-5264835957957770732</id><published>2010-09-20T19:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T19:57:03.876-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Jenga Anyone?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had that feeling that if something, just one more thing falls out of place, your life would crumble like the game Jenga?  Yup, that's where I am right now.  Things seem to get better and then I turn a corner and another obstacle is in the way.  I try to get buy it, I struggle at times, I succeed, then I'm knocked right back down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll get through my newest bump in the road, it'll just take some time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-5264835957957770732?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/5264835957957770732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=5264835957957770732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/5264835957957770732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/5264835957957770732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/09/jenga-anyone.html' title='Jenga Anyone?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-936825591826349798</id><published>2010-09-16T08:25:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T08:46:30.134-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Having Fun'/><title type='text'>Bowling 101</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TJIRcRBSvhI/AAAAAAAAETY/-FXG6BEgH-w/s1600/Bowling2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TJIRcRBSvhI/AAAAAAAAETY/-FXG6BEgH-w/s320/Bowling2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517491670785113618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've bowled for fun in the past.  So, I knew the basics going into this league we joined for Wednesday nights, but let me tell you, its also an education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning how drinking and bowling doesn't mix (not me, just people on the other teams).  I'm learning that my husband isn't the only person who hates to lose or not get all the pins down at once.  I've learning that people think if they spend hundreds of dollars on bowling equipment, they think it will make them better (when its really the skills that make it all come together).  I've learned that to some people, bowling isn't enough, they have to add other elements to the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've learned about myself, I have to drink tea before I play, it warms me up much better then waiting to warm up during the practice session.  Its so cold in the bowling ally, I had to take it one step further.  I'm using a borrowed ball and it works just fine.  I'm there to have a good time and just concentrating on the actual bowling is enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we did pretty good last night.  We split the wins with the other team and over all had a great time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-936825591826349798?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/936825591826349798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=936825591826349798&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/936825591826349798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/936825591826349798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/09/bowling-101.html' title='Bowling 101'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TJIRcRBSvhI/AAAAAAAAETY/-FXG6BEgH-w/s72-c/Bowling2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-1478088413859456775</id><published>2010-09-15T08:05:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T08:21:19.182-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life Lessons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darling Husband'/><title type='text'>I'm Not Ignoring You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TJC6N6vGXaI/AAAAAAAAETQ/NBE_IyW1i5s/s1600/sorry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TJC6N6vGXaI/AAAAAAAAETQ/NBE_IyW1i5s/s320/sorry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517114291796729250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't forgotten about you.  I think of you often.  I've just been really busy doing homework for the past week, working on a very important task for Jeff and I.  It ties up my free time after Drew goes to bed, so I had to pick and chose what was important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that homework is done for now and so I can continue to do the things I really enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask, what kind of homework?  Well, Jeff and I filed for bankruptcy this year.  Our process started back in February with a sit down with a lawyer.  Then we (really, I had to) had to collect all the paperwork to support our finances for the past 6 months and submit them to the lawyer.  Then we had to take an online credit counseling course that talked about bankruptcy and our finances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the wait game began.  They said it would take 6-8 weeks before we heard from anyone.  It was more like 10 weeks, then of course I had to find MORE financial paperwork that for some reason wasn't on the list of things to gather up.  So, that took a little more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then finally, our first week of vacation we had turned in everything we needed, reviewed our paperwork and was able to officially file for bankruptcy.  But, our case wasn't approved yet.  We still had to go in front of a Massachusetts appointed trustee to review and except or deny our case.  That meeting took place at the end of August.  I was so nervous, I kept thinking what will happen if our case was denied.  But, we were approved and all clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final step was to complete a 2 hour online video education online.  I am so happy the online classes were able to be broken up since they were so horribly done and degrading.  So, that was my homework for the past week, watching online video's lecturing me/us about credit.  So, that is done!  Next step, submit our certificates to the lawyer once we receive them and we are dept free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some people look at bankruptcy as a last resort and look at it as a mark on their credit history.  Yes, it was our last resort, but I look at it as a chance to breath and have the weight taken off my shoulders.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-1478088413859456775?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/1478088413859456775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=1478088413859456775&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/1478088413859456775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/1478088413859456775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-not-ignoring-you.html' title='I&apos;m Not Ignoring You'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TJC6N6vGXaI/AAAAAAAAETQ/NBE_IyW1i5s/s72-c/sorry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-1478001451917948479</id><published>2010-09-08T06:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T06:56:00.676-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless'/><title type='text'>Wordless Weds - Reading WIth Grandpy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TIbfsTbiV4I/AAAAAAAAETA/EDQMhXGr-xU/s1600/drew083010-090510+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514340745984759682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TIbfsTbiV4I/AAAAAAAAETA/EDQMhXGr-xU/s320/drew083010-090510+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-1478001451917948479?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/1478001451917948479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=1478001451917948479&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/1478001451917948479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/1478001451917948479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/09/wordless-weds-reading-with-grandpy.html' title='Wordless Weds - Reading WIth Grandpy'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TIbfsTbiV4I/AAAAAAAAETA/EDQMhXGr-xU/s72-c/drew083010-090510+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-1799573847008569010</id><published>2010-09-07T20:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T20:55:47.988-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Having Fun'/><title type='text'>3 County Fair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TIQ2vwt1LeI/AAAAAAAAES4/wvnmN8GCHIw/s1600/drew083010-090510+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513592037967212002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TIQ2vwt1LeI/AAAAAAAAES4/wvnmN8GCHIw/s320/drew083010-090510+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We had a fantastic time at the fair over the weekend.  The weather was perfect, Drew was in a good mood and and there was lots of fun to be had by all!!  The fair was a local annual fair that has animals, rides, displays of tractors, food and anything you can think of that belongs at a fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The big attraction this year was the Monster Trucks!  That is what made our decision to attend this fair rather then another on going on in the area.  We knew Drew would L-O-V-E the trucks.  As we walked through the gate of the fair, there was an announcement about premium seats to view the truck show and the opportunity to walk around the trucks with the premium seat purchase.  We made a bee line to the box office to check out the upgraded tickets.  It was only $5 more to get the extra perks (and Drew was free to enter the fair, for the monster truck show and for the premium seats......score!!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew was in his glory walking around these larger then life trucks.  He would walk up to the tire and hit the rim and smile.  He was loving it!  Then we discovered there was rides IN a monster truck.  So, yup, Jeff, Drew and myself all got to ride in the back of a monster truck.  Drew was serious the whole ride, but once he realized what was going on, he was in his own glory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was entertaining.  We didn't stay for the whole show since it was way past someones nap time and he was getting tired (not fussy since he was enjoying himself, just trying to get comfy).  So, we left half way through the show, be for what we got to experience in the short amount of time, it was priceless.  I hope the monster trucks come around next year so Drew can experience it all over again being a little older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TIQ2mjTNOII/AAAAAAAAESw/Uokap6M9-LA/s1600/drew083010-090510+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513591879747057794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TIQ2mjTNOII/AAAAAAAAESw/Uokap6M9-LA/s320/drew083010-090510+120.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-1799573847008569010?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/1799573847008569010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=1799573847008569010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/1799573847008569010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/1799573847008569010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/09/3-county-fair.html' title='3 County Fair'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TIQ2vwt1LeI/AAAAAAAAES4/wvnmN8GCHIw/s72-c/drew083010-090510+081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-7098822265298363265</id><published>2010-09-03T06:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T06:41:00.079-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>T.G.I.F</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TIBEiOK9a6I/AAAAAAAAESo/Aab8F4KjNzc/s1600/drew082310-082910+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512481298611792802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TIBEiOK9a6I/AAAAAAAAESo/Aab8F4KjNzc/s320/drew082310-082910+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Its the Friday before a long weekend, Labor Day weekend.  This year, it doesn't matter for me since my little department, moved into another department on campus and they are open over Labor Day weekend for student services. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yes I am happy its Friday for some reasons, but my week will not end today.  I will work over the weekend and welcome those students who need assistance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will have Sunday off and we are planning on going to a local fair, so that should be fun.  Well, as long as the hurricane doesn't stall and stick around longer then they plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy long weekend to those who are off!!  Enjoy the time with family and friends.  Oh, and don't feel too bad for me having to work, I'm using my holiday another time to go to the big fair in a few weeks.  So, no worries there!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-7098822265298363265?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/7098822265298363265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=7098822265298363265&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/7098822265298363265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/7098822265298363265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/09/tgif.html' title='T.G.I.F'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TIBEiOK9a6I/AAAAAAAAESo/Aab8F4KjNzc/s72-c/drew082310-082910+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-4245721170507388102</id><published>2010-09-02T20:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T20:37:10.964-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><title type='text'>Always Helpin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TIBCGzbFf3I/AAAAAAAAESg/0E0ari9Ykqs/s1600/drew082310-082910+117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512478628551950194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TIBCGzbFf3I/AAAAAAAAESg/0E0ari9Ykqs/s320/drew082310-082910+117.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have a little helper around the house.  He loves to be involved, helping and then giving a hi-five once the task is done!  It doesn't matter what is going on, Drew wants to be in it somehow and I think its great.  I want him to learn things, to study how things work no matter if its big or small.  I want him to be independent and want to do things on his own.  And my philosophy is, it starts early on the small things.  So, if he wants to take a swing with the fly swatter (once Grandpy takes care of the fly), sure thing!  If he wants to throw the wrapper away once he's done eating his breakfast bar, sure thing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew's new thing he's working on helping with is putting his socks on.  He's getting there, the other day he put his sock on his big toe.  Hey, you have to start somewhere, right!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-4245721170507388102?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/4245721170507388102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=4245721170507388102&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/4245721170507388102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/4245721170507388102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/09/always-helpin.html' title='Always Helpin&apos;'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TIBCGzbFf3I/AAAAAAAAESg/0E0ari9Ykqs/s72-c/drew082310-082910+117.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-756236376312460339</id><published>2010-09-01T06:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T06:49:00.440-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless'/><title type='text'>Wordless Weds - Up, Up &amp; Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/THxSG3f9T8I/AAAAAAAAESY/7IgB4ggW8Y4/s1600/drew082310-082910+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511370321925328834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/THxSG3f9T8I/AAAAAAAAESY/7IgB4ggW8Y4/s320/drew082310-082910+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/THxR0aMptAI/AAAAAAAAESQ/igZ2WF8CN1A/s1600/drew082310-082910+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-756236376312460339?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/756236376312460339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=756236376312460339&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/756236376312460339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/756236376312460339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/09/wordless-weds-up-up-away.html' title='Wordless Weds - Up, Up &amp; Away'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/THxSG3f9T8I/AAAAAAAAESY/7IgB4ggW8Y4/s72-c/drew082310-082910+060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-568153981869559875</id><published>2010-08-31T06:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T06:43:00.694-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><title type='text'>Drew Wants Something Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/THxQnwBz7qI/AAAAAAAAESI/9Q4h2NFakOU/s1600/drew082310-082910+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511368687832264354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/THxQnwBz7qI/AAAAAAAAESI/9Q4h2NFakOU/s320/drew082310-082910+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My son has many facial expressions.  They range from adorable, hysterical, not-a-happy camper and the every day run of the mill handsome little face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most recent one that has appeared is the Drew wants something expression.  If you ask Drew if he wants {fill in the blank} he will flash you his cutest smile and his eyes will tell you yes.  Its hard to resist those dimples once they are flashed in your direction.  But, usually when we ask him if he wants something, its most likely something we'd give him, so its a no brainier.  Its just so darn cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-568153981869559875?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/568153981869559875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=568153981869559875&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/568153981869559875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/568153981869559875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/08/drew-wants-something-face.html' title='Drew Wants Something Face'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/THxQnwBz7qI/AAAAAAAAESI/9Q4h2NFakOU/s72-c/drew082310-082910+057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-5059063516544484486</id><published>2010-08-30T06:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T06:37:00.417-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><title type='text'>Almost There!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/THr9iBiSrPI/AAAAAAAAESA/TYK2Vnh-Vf4/s1600/drew082310-082910+111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510995855010868466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/THr9iBiSrPI/AAAAAAAAESA/TYK2Vnh-Vf4/s320/drew082310-082910+111.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Its almost done!  I'm so excited!  I was only able to do a few things yesterday, like the clouds (and the wispy grass not shown yet) but I wanted to keep going.  I didn't have to time to do so, but that urge was there after realizing there isn't much left to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next is the stickers on the piece of paper on the doorway.  Jeff helped measure out where the letters will be stuck, then Pooh himself and then a thin border.  Once I'm done painting, Jeff and my FIL will make a wooden frame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait!!  I want to see it all done so badly!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-5059063516544484486?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/5059063516544484486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=5059063516544484486&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/5059063516544484486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/5059063516544484486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/08/almost-there.html' title='Almost There!!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/THr9iBiSrPI/AAAAAAAAESA/TYK2Vnh-Vf4/s72-c/drew082310-082910+111.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-1672543488575130435</id><published>2010-08-27T06:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T06:40:01.079-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><title type='text'>New Slippers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/THcKBZ2qyjI/AAAAAAAAER4/YBquVO2onjI/s1600/drew081610-082210+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509883688347421234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/THcKBZ2qyjI/AAAAAAAAER4/YBquVO2onjI/s320/drew081610-082210+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last weekend we were out shopping for fall/winter clothes you-know-who and came across the cutest thing for the upcoming season.  Elmo slippers!  I was laughing so hard in the store, I was crying.  When I was able to see again through my tears, I searched for next size Drew will ware.  Bingo!  Found them!  I was so excited!!!  Once he got home, I had him try them on (since when he tried them on in the store, he was still in his stroller).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the slippers were on his feet, he had to figure out how to walk in them.  He would lift his left up really high and stomp his foot down to walk.  It was too funny.  But soon after he realized he could walk normal in them, it was priceless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love watching him run around the house with his new slippers on.  I think its the cutest thing.  Now, to try and get his bathrobe on him while wearing his new slippers!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-1672543488575130435?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/1672543488575130435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=1672543488575130435&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/1672543488575130435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/1672543488575130435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-slippers.html' title='New Slippers'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/THcKBZ2qyjI/AAAAAAAAER4/YBquVO2onjI/s72-c/drew081610-082210+060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-1245498114983282625</id><published>2010-08-26T06:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T06:30:01.028-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><title type='text'>Another Boo-Boo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/THW1uV3r9II/AAAAAAAAERw/EZXWLUXeOMU/s1600/drew081610-082210+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509509526906991746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/THW1uV3r9II/AAAAAAAAERw/EZXWLUXeOMU/s320/drew081610-082210+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My little boy is a mover.  He's an explorer.  He's a leader and a follower (when you have cookies or a little debbie brownie).  He won't sit still if there in an adventure to be had.  And with that comes boo-boo's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Already Drew has had many scraped knees, cuts and bruises.  He gets them at day care, at home inside and out.  He's bonked his head countless times and once you've recognized that he got "hurt" he stops whining and moves on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I received a phone call at work from day care.  I recognized the phone number on caller id and once I picked up the receiver, I could hear my little boy screaming on the other line.  I hear one of the teachers explain what had happened just moments ago and my first question was, should I go to the ER or pediatrician?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew was stepping out of the sandbox outside of day care, tripped and fell face first onto a metal tonka truck and slammed his eye area.  When they first called me, he was bleeding and not letting anyone look at his eye.  But as my conversation continued, things calmed down and it was determined to just call the pediatricians office and see what they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During his appointment, they tested his eye for any damage.  Drew was very lucky this time that just a small blood vessel had broken in his eye with some cuts on his face that did not require any stitches.  So, I kept him home after the check-up for some mommy lovin and Tylenol since I assumed he'd have one massive headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, the next day when I picked him up at day care, the boy had two skinned knees from falling from pushing a bike.  Man, oh man am I going to have my hands full for several years.  But, I wouldn't have it any other way!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-1245498114983282625?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/1245498114983282625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=1245498114983282625&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/1245498114983282625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/1245498114983282625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/08/another-boo-boo.html' title='Another Boo-Boo'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/THW1uV3r9II/AAAAAAAAERw/EZXWLUXeOMU/s72-c/drew081610-082210+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-330411596967419723</id><published>2010-08-25T06:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T06:34:00.357-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darling Husband'/><title type='text'>Wordless Weds - Daddy Kisses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/THRlNG6bpuI/AAAAAAAAERo/WSNfmt21Mfw/s1600/drew081610-082210+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509139520049358562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/THRlNG6bpuI/AAAAAAAAERo/WSNfmt21Mfw/s320/drew081610-082210+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-330411596967419723?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/330411596967419723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=330411596967419723&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/330411596967419723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/330411596967419723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/08/wordless-weds-daddy-kisses.html' title='Wordless Weds - Daddy Kisses'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/THRlNG6bpuI/AAAAAAAAERo/WSNfmt21Mfw/s72-c/drew081610-082210+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-7311052326493448484</id><published>2010-08-24T20:21:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T20:33:26.445-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><title type='text'>Crazy Week At Day Care</title><content type='html'>Last week at day care, it was crazy week.  Each day, the kids (and teachers) followed a planned out schedule for a wacky thing to do for the day.  It all had to do with clothes or something on their heads.  I thought it was a fun thing to do and I had fun trying to figure out what to do with Drew!!  The themes were-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/THRjKbYL1RI/AAAAAAAAERg/IMXYQJ-twKE/s1600/drew081610-082210+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509137274979996946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/THRjKbYL1RI/AAAAAAAAERg/IMXYQJ-twKE/s320/drew081610-082210+012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Monday - Inside out day.  All clothes were to be inside out.  I originally was going to put him in an inside out football jersey, but I thought with the hot weather, he'd get irritated with the shirt.  So, instead he has his superman shirt inside out (can't really tell in the pic) and his shorts with the label hanging out are of course inside out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/THRi-08tSWI/AAAAAAAAERY/kOLsLkC_gho/s1600/drew081610-082210+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509137075685640546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/THRi-08tSWI/AAAAAAAAERY/kOLsLkC_gho/s320/drew081610-082210+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tuesday - Crazy hair day!  Of course, it had to be a humid day that morning, so nothing was really working in Drew's hair, but we managed to get some of it to stand up with my hairspray and Jeff's hair get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/THRi0v2LXII/AAAAAAAAERQ/JwNexq6_l-s/s1600/crazy+hat+8.2010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509136902517382274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/THRi0v2LXII/AAAAAAAAERQ/JwNexq6_l-s/s320/crazy+hat+8.2010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wednesday  - Silly hat day!  I thought this hat was perfect!  Drew has baseball caps and this hat and the baseball caps are so day-to-day, so I though this one would be fun.  I also had him in his firetruck tee-shirt too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/THRiq5jS8wI/AAAAAAAAERI/0lOpT8AZDTs/s1600/drew081610-082210+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509136733323850498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/THRiq5jS8wI/AAAAAAAAERI/0lOpT8AZDTs/s320/drew081610-082210+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thursday - mis-match day!  I was so worried I'd have to go someplace after I had picked him up from day care that day and of course I did!  I so wanted to put a sign on his back that I don't usually dress my child like this, it was a fun week at day care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/THRicnK8MgI/AAAAAAAAERA/H0d9WgF8Es8/s1600/drew081610-082210+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509136487871689218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/THRicnK8MgI/AAAAAAAAERA/H0d9WgF8Es8/s320/drew081610-082210+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Friday - PJ day!  Who wouldn't want to go to school (or work) in their PJ's.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-7311052326493448484?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/7311052326493448484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=7311052326493448484&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/7311052326493448484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/7311052326493448484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/08/crazy-week-at-day-care.html' title='Crazy Week At Day Care'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/THRjKbYL1RI/AAAAAAAAERg/IMXYQJ-twKE/s72-c/drew081610-082210+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-1983623755462805012</id><published>2010-08-23T06:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T06:43:00.564-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><title type='text'>Stinky Feet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/THHESDDHr1I/AAAAAAAAEQ0/-Jktk0TQV9Q/s1600/grammie.early.august+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508399633585909586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/THHESDDHr1I/AAAAAAAAEQ0/-Jktk0TQV9Q/s320/grammie.early.august+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My son, will let you smell his stinky feet if you want.  You just have to say the magic words "Stinky Feet" and up the legs go with his foot dangling in front of your face, waiting for you to take a whiff.  No worries, they don't smell that bad!  He's so silly!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-1983623755462805012?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/1983623755462805012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=1983623755462805012&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/1983623755462805012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/1983623755462805012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/08/stinky-feet.html' title='Stinky Feet'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/THHESDDHr1I/AAAAAAAAEQ0/-Jktk0TQV9Q/s72-c/grammie.early.august+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-2643816261478509714</id><published>2010-08-19T11:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T12:51:46.234-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sports'/><title type='text'>Weds Nights for 34 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TG1fw-R-B7I/AAAAAAAAEQs/tVm6dzgvjsc/s1600/bowling2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TG1fw-R-B7I/AAAAAAAAEQs/tVm6dzgvjsc/s320/bowling2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507163214300710834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After next week, for 34 weeks, Jeff and I will be on a bowling league together.  We will be on the same team and I've already warned him to not get upset with me if I don't live up to his expectations! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had played on a rec center volleyball team for a few years, before I was pregnant with Drew.  We loved it!  The teams would rotate after so many weeks, so the shuffle would allow you to play with different people and get to know everyone who was playing.  I was a little rusty when I had first started, it was to the point I was ready to quite.  But, I stuck with it and it grew on me.  Then I couldn't get enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope its the same for bowling.  I've only bowled for fun, from time to time.  Nothing too serious.  So, last night Jeff and I went to the bowling ally to "practice".  Jeff said that it was really to see what he was working with (since I'd be on his team).  That is when I warned him and reminded him this was for fun!  Next week is the official meeting to chat with everyone who is signing up to go over rules and regulations, then the following week, it all begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-2643816261478509714?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/2643816261478509714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=2643816261478509714&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/2643816261478509714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/2643816261478509714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/08/weds-nights-for-34-weeks.html' title='Weds Nights for 34 Weeks'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TG1fw-R-B7I/AAAAAAAAEQs/tVm6dzgvjsc/s72-c/bowling2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-2608526760351070377</id><published>2010-08-18T11:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T13:24:51.569-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless'/><title type='text'>Wordless Weds - To Be A Kid Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TGwXRQC_85I/AAAAAAAAEQc/RPDjKvPe18I/s1600/drewaugust+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TGwXRQC_85I/AAAAAAAAEQc/RPDjKvPe18I/s320/drewaugust+029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506802029500035986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TGwXM3qqAaI/AAAAAAAAEQU/4O7YB-sw8_s/s1600/drewaugust+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TGwXM3qqAaI/AAAAAAAAEQU/4O7YB-sw8_s/s320/drewaugust+025.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506801954236006818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TGwXI9Y7gfI/AAAAAAAAEQM/_lZ0XJEzgx8/s1600/drewaugust+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TGwXI9Y7gfI/AAAAAAAAEQM/_lZ0XJEzgx8/s320/drewaugust+035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506801887052792306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-2608526760351070377?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/2608526760351070377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=2608526760351070377&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/2608526760351070377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/2608526760351070377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/08/wordless-weds-to-be-kid-again.html' title='Wordless Weds - To Be A Kid Again'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TGwXRQC_85I/AAAAAAAAEQc/RPDjKvPe18I/s72-c/drewaugust+029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-5297549207593219415</id><published>2010-08-17T06:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T06:07:00.779-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darling Husband'/><title type='text'>Beach Bums</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TGiBb-CnsjI/AAAAAAAAEP8/B_Q5wJVJGoI/s1600/beach1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505792861970870834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TGiBb-CnsjI/AAAAAAAAEP8/B_Q5wJVJGoI/s400/beach1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love the beach! I love the sound of the ocean wave’s crash on the sand. I love the warm sand on the bottom of my feet. I love the warmth of the water (that all depends on where you go too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to pass those feeling onto my little boy and hope he creates his own joys being near the seaside. It’s already too late for Jeff and Zack, they aren't big enthusiasts about the ocean, but at least for a few hours they were good sports about the situation with watching Drew discover the new surroundings. My FIL enjoys time in the sun, no matter where we are, so he was easy to convince to tag along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TGiBUyZza7I/AAAAAAAAEP0/PLQeCBXGZwo/s1600/beach2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505792738587798450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TGiBUyZza7I/AAAAAAAAEP0/PLQeCBXGZwo/s400/beach2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-5297549207593219415?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/5297549207593219415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=5297549207593219415&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/5297549207593219415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/5297549207593219415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/08/beach-bums.html' title='Beach Bums'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TGiBb-CnsjI/AAAAAAAAEP8/B_Q5wJVJGoI/s72-c/beach1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-5676412591990269600</id><published>2010-08-16T06:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T06:13:00.840-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><title type='text'>16 Months Already</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TGiDXXkE6iI/AAAAAAAAEQE/fPkAiTbacBU/s1600/drew080910-081510+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505794981945993762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TGiDXXkE6iI/AAAAAAAAEQE/fPkAiTbacBU/s320/drew080910-081510+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Man, does time fly when you're having fun!  I can't believe my little boy isn't so little any more.  He doesn't look like a baby anymore, he acts like he's 5 years old and is definitely growing into his own self. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list is growing by the day the accomplishments he's managed, along with those not-so-nice habits a one year old picks up on his way to becoming two.  Drew just had his 15-month check up (I know, a little behind) and he got a clean bill of health.  He's growing well, understanding wonderfully and learning body parts ahead of schedule.  Drew is saying words like shoe, truck, bus, duck, turtle and wants to say so much more.  And when he wants you to sing the "Itsy Bitsy Spider" song, he'll hold his hands up over his head like you would show the sunshine during the song.  Once I start singing, the melt your heart little smile beams across his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so lucky to have a perfect little boy, I feel blessed every day (even after the tantrums).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-5676412591990269600?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/5676412591990269600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=5676412591990269600&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/5676412591990269600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/5676412591990269600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/08/16-months-already.html' title='16 Months Already'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TGiDXXkE6iI/AAAAAAAAEQE/fPkAiTbacBU/s72-c/drew080910-081510+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-7891459210764197379</id><published>2010-08-13T06:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T06:24:00.582-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jayden'/><title type='text'>Hog Wild</title><content type='html'>My son loves motorcycles. Yes, he's almost 16 months old, but he L-O-V-E-S the two wheel machines. Yeah, he likes trucks, buses and tractors, but once he hears or sees a vroom, vroom, nothing else matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, while Zack was here, my FIL requested all of his grand kids get together for a photo session at Target. So, last Saturday we all met up and the kids were going through the motions pretty well. Then all of a sudden, something caught Drew's eye and off he went. Target has a promotion going on with Harley Davidson and they had a kid size Harley in the room where the photo's happen and Drew noticed it. It was all over then! There was no way of getting Drew back on the leather couch with the other kids for the pics. We finally said, just put Drew and the bike in the photo's, and that's how the photo session continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day my FIL was on craigslist checking something out for himself when he did a search for a kids Harley. And what do you know, he got a hit on one cheap. That night he asked that I email the seller and the rest was history. The other night, my FIL and I drove an hour from our house, picked up the bike and turned right around and headed home. We were debating on letting Drew see the bike that night or not, but we decided by the time we would get home, it would be too close to bed time and he would never fall asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next night, we decided to reveal the new purchase to the little guy. Once the shed doors opened up, he made an oooooh sound and made a bee line straight for the Harley. He hopped on and flashed the biggest smile! Grandpy helped him out of the shed (while he was sitting on the bike) and Drew was off from there. He pressed the peddle with his foot, and there was no stopping him then! His little cousin was over for a visit, so he also hopped on the back of the bike for a spin around the yard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e5adfdc125eaa3a2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De5adfdc125eaa3a2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330091225%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5E5B180D2DC5D1E30490D2762CC901C7250F05E.6C7180F0D3D569EB467906B00C76C228BA8AF49B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De5adfdc125eaa3a2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dk9reSQjytTNTv6OOtRa8YY6njn0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De5adfdc125eaa3a2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330091225%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5E5B180D2DC5D1E30490D2762CC901C7250F05E.6C7180F0D3D569EB467906B00C76C228BA8AF49B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De5adfdc125eaa3a2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dk9reSQjytTNTv6OOtRa8YY6njn0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-7891459210764197379?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/7891459210764197379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=7891459210764197379&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/7891459210764197379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/7891459210764197379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/08/hog-wild.html' title='Hog Wild'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-4120648609149755422</id><published>2010-08-12T12:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T12:24:04.789-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><title type='text'>New iPhone User</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TGQccNZTQ3I/AAAAAAAAEPk/lXGPlUhLkFw/s1600/drewaugust+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TGQccNZTQ3I/AAAAAAAAEPk/lXGPlUhLkFw/s320/drewaugust+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504555915511284594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr. Drew likes to play with mommy's iPhone.  It helps keep him occupied for a moment while in the car and he wants to get out, so it works for me.  He listens to music for now on the phone since when we try to let him watch a Blue's Clue's episode, he likes to push the button to close the application.  But, I'm sure he'll learn soon enough and he'll be an expert with using the phone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-4120648609149755422?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/4120648609149755422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=4120648609149755422&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/4120648609149755422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/4120648609149755422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-iphone-user.html' title='New iPhone User'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TGQccNZTQ3I/AAAAAAAAEPk/lXGPlUhLkFw/s72-c/drewaugust+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-4972615306957131230</id><published>2010-08-11T06:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T09:21:01.598-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless'/><title type='text'>Wordless Weds - What's for breakfast?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TGP1GFJKnrI/AAAAAAAAEPc/1fWNDFfuvuE/s1600/drewaugust+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TGP1GFJKnrI/AAAAAAAAEPc/1fWNDFfuvuE/s320/drewaugust+007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504512654385520306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-4972615306957131230?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/4972615306957131230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=4972615306957131230&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/4972615306957131230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/4972615306957131230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/08/wordless-weds-what-for-breakfast.html' title='Wordless Weds - What&apos;s for breakfast?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TGP1GFJKnrI/AAAAAAAAEPc/1fWNDFfuvuE/s72-c/drewaugust+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-1389827193970248659</id><published>2010-08-10T06:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T06:31:00.105-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><title type='text'>Run, Run, Run</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TGCe1tafwCI/AAAAAAAAEPM/4iqQBGoBoSg/s1600/drew080210-080810+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503573390207729698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TGCe1tafwCI/AAAAAAAAEPM/4iqQBGoBoSg/s320/drew080210-080810+084.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Run, run, run!  That's what the boys liked to do when they were outside.  Zack loved chasing Drew and Drew loved being chased by his big brother.  Zack was amazed how much Drew changed since the last time they saw each other (the last time was at Christmas time).  Zack also did a lot of growing up too, but he doesn't see that on himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was magical seeing those too together and how well they got along and bonded.  Its amazing that these two boys are 10 hours apart for most of the time, but you put them together and they act as if no time has passed since the last time they saw each other.  Its priceless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-1389827193970248659?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/1389827193970248659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=1389827193970248659&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/1389827193970248659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/1389827193970248659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/08/run-run-run.html' title='Run, Run, Run'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TGCe1tafwCI/AAAAAAAAEPM/4iqQBGoBoSg/s72-c/drew080210-080810+084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-2912566512293777563</id><published>2010-08-09T11:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T12:00:57.250-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><title type='text'>Fancy Shirts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TF_9cOTpDRI/AAAAAAAAEPE/-WIWnc4yzyU/s1600/shirts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TF_9cOTpDRI/AAAAAAAAEPE/-WIWnc4yzyU/s320/shirts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503395930988678418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of our projects that took place over vacation was to make home-made tye-dye shirts.  I haven't done this in so long and no one else in the house (including Zack) ever made them.  I thought this was a perfect afternoon project to do with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zack's is the upper left shift.  Jeff's is the upper right shirt.  My FIL's shirt (which he made for my niece Ally and we keep forgetting to give it to her) is the bottom left.  Drew's is in the middle and mine is the bottom right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still have to make my parents a shirt and my FIL wants to make one for himself, so I see in our near future making more shirts.  It was easy to do since we were outside and not worrying about getting the dye on the furniture.  The longest part was waiting for the shirts to set with the dye.  Other then that, it was a piece of cake.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-2912566512293777563?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/2912566512293777563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=2912566512293777563&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/2912566512293777563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/2912566512293777563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/08/fancy-shirts.html' title='Fancy Shirts'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TF_9cOTpDRI/AAAAAAAAEPE/-WIWnc4yzyU/s72-c/shirts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-3118760655448672204</id><published>2010-08-06T06:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T06:20:00.416-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><title type='text'>Big Shoes To Fill</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TFtjtU3n9BI/AAAAAAAAEO8/4rluAV7OZOY/s1600/drew072610-080110+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502101000110470162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TFtjtU3n9BI/AAAAAAAAEO8/4rluAV7OZOY/s320/drew072610-080110+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He may thing he's a big boy, but he's my little boy.  I don't want him rush it, he can take his time.  There will be plenty of time for him to get there.  I want him to stay in his shoes for as long as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-3118760655448672204?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/3118760655448672204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=3118760655448672204&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/3118760655448672204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/3118760655448672204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/08/big-shoes-to-fill.html' title='Big Shoes To Fill'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TFtjtU3n9BI/AAAAAAAAEO8/4rluAV7OZOY/s72-c/drew072610-080110+018.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-3433755118299932311</id><published>2010-08-05T21:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T21:18:38.075-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darling Husband'/><title type='text'>This Weeks Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TFtgUsLaeAI/AAAAAAAAEO0/RNdLgv39Z_I/s1600/beach8.10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502097278335875074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TFtgUsLaeAI/AAAAAAAAEO0/RNdLgv39Z_I/s320/beach8.10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We made it through our big adventure this week, the beach and aquarium.  There were times I wasn't too sure if we'd make it, but we did.  We survived and had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first mis-hap....I forgot my camera.  I had forgotten a few other things (geez, mom can't remember everything ya know), but I was most disappointed about the camera.  We decided to pick up some disposable camera's (they are not developed yet) but I did snap a few pictures on my cell phone which did the trick for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew wasn't too sure about the sand, he didn't like it sticking to his hands so he was asking for help to get it off his hands most of the time.  He wasn't too sure about the waves at first, he didn't even want to get his feet wet.  But after several walks on the board walk and along the waters edge, he warmed up to it and was having a blast by the end of the time at the beach.  Jeff and Zack are not the biggest fans of the beach, but they hung in there pretty good.  They hung out on the beach, walked the board walk with Drew and we all went for ice cream too.  My FIL and I loved to sit in the beach chairs and relax when we had the chance, that was wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the beach, we headed to the hotel and once we were unpacked headed down to the indoor pool.  Everyone had a blast there! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, after breakfast, we headed to the aquarium.  I was excited to see Drew's &amp;amp; Zack's reaction to the exhibits.  But, once we checked out the place, we were all a little disappointed (well, except for Drew since he loved watching the fish).  It wasn't up to our expectations.  The Baltimore Aquarium was much better.  But, we made the best of it and we were happy we just didn't come down for the aquarium, that we had combined it with a beach trip too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-3433755118299932311?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/3433755118299932311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=3433755118299932311&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/3433755118299932311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/3433755118299932311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-weeks-adventure.html' title='This Weeks Adventure'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TFtgUsLaeAI/AAAAAAAAEO0/RNdLgv39Z_I/s72-c/beach8.10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-7216806289827765176</id><published>2010-08-04T18:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T18:16:00.157-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless'/><title type='text'>Wordless Weds - Mural Progress</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TFduL7PEeZI/AAAAAAAAEOk/69Hu9pwL6Ig/s1600/drew072610-080110+071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500986621014866322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TFduL7PEeZI/AAAAAAAAEOk/69Hu9pwL6Ig/s320/drew072610-080110+071.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-7216806289827765176?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/7216806289827765176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=7216806289827765176&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/7216806289827765176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/7216806289827765176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/08/wordless-weds-mural-progress.html' title='Wordless Weds - Mural Progress'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TFduL7PEeZI/AAAAAAAAEOk/69Hu9pwL6Ig/s72-c/drew072610-080110+071.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-1629433391591661525</id><published>2010-08-03T18:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T18:19:00.119-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><title type='text'>Summer Jewels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TFdu7PTdh5I/AAAAAAAAEOs/Y3iURGOze1A/s1600/GrammieEndJuly+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500987433855846290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TFdu7PTdh5I/AAAAAAAAEOs/Y3iURGOze1A/s320/GrammieEndJuly+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; One of the best things besides fresh fruit during the summer is all the fresh veggies.  I love the pulled off the vine tomatoes, just right cucumbers and the sweet taste of the perfect ear of corn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew is exploring all of these things to the fullest this summer.  Some things he likes and others, not so much.  But, I do have to say this, he trys everything.  The resent discovery was corn on the cob.  A couple times earlier in the season he would hold the corn on the cob and look at it like, what am I suppost to do with this (even though we'd show him) but nothing more then that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, Drew was studding me eat my ear of corn.  He was watching me very closely at everything I was doing, so I handed him my started piece of corn.  He took it with both hands and started munching away.  He loved it!  I don't know if it was because I had started it for him or if it was my piece of corn, but he was really enjoying himself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-1629433391591661525?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/1629433391591661525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=1629433391591661525&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/1629433391591661525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/1629433391591661525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/08/summer-jewels.html' title='Summer Jewels'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TFdu7PTdh5I/AAAAAAAAEOs/Y3iURGOze1A/s72-c/GrammieEndJuly+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-5285166400461290899</id><published>2010-08-02T06:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T06:02:00.517-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Zack'/><title type='text'>He Has Arrived</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TFYWgRqFWXI/AAAAAAAAEOc/2VHHA_kDyxI/s1600/drew072610-080110+142.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500608738631178610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TFYWgRqFWXI/AAAAAAAAEOc/2VHHA_kDyxI/s320/drew072610-080110+142.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Zack has arrived!  He is with us for the week, yeah!  His mom brought him over the weekend, dropped him off and he's ours for the rest of vacation (except for a couple of hours Weds night).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has grown up so much, he's taller, self conscious (no longer the kid mentality, but occasionally he acts goofy) and growing a little mustache.  He's becoming the teenager that soon he will become in December.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zack arrived during Drew's nap time on Saturday, so they didn't see each other until after he woke up.  Once Drew woke up, he strutted out of his room like usual, then he noticed Zack sitting at the kitchen table and stopped dead in his tracks.  He hasn't seen his brother since last Christmas and even though we've been talking about Zack and showing him pictures, there was still some getting used to each other time.  Once that shy faze wore off, it was all about showing Zack all of his toys, following him around and studying his big brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s going to be a fun filled week.  We have little things planned, but our big adventure coming up is heading down to Hammonasset Beach, stay over and then check out Mystic aquarium.  Zack has no idea what we'll be doing, so we keep talking about out big adventure in code....it keeps him on his toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s going to be a great week!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-5285166400461290899?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/5285166400461290899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=5285166400461290899&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/5285166400461290899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/5285166400461290899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/08/he-has-arrived.html' title='He Has Arrived'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TFYWgRqFWXI/AAAAAAAAEOc/2VHHA_kDyxI/s72-c/drew072610-080110+142.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-4841392331396073105</id><published>2010-07-30T06:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T06:57:00.389-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><title type='text'>Rock Star Status</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TFIV8gOrhEI/AAAAAAAAEOM/WfVlQKmf3Dk/s1600/grammieJuly+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499482224160638018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TFIV8gOrhEI/AAAAAAAAEOM/WfVlQKmf3Dk/s320/grammieJuly+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; *Photo Disclaimer - I know its not the best picture, but it was taken quickly from the front passenger seat *&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Drew is starting to like his sunglasses again.  I'm glad so he stops breaking mine while playing with them, but for another reason....he looks so darn cute!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He puts them on all by himself (example above) every time I ask him if he wants to be a rock star?!?  He almost immediately puts them on his face (under his ears) and looks around at his surrounds, waiting for everyone to notice him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just keep telling everyone, I'm just letting him practice for the paparazzi are around when he's older!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-4841392331396073105?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/4841392331396073105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=4841392331396073105&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/4841392331396073105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/4841392331396073105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/07/rock-star-status.html' title='Rock Star Status'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TFIV8gOrhEI/AAAAAAAAEOM/WfVlQKmf3Dk/s72-c/grammieJuly+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-6078016610211695667</id><published>2010-07-29T06:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T06:16:00.339-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>38 Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TFDWjMTm_zI/AAAAAAAAEOE/MgXKmqWW-J4/s1600/dadandmom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499131045106614066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TFDWjMTm_zI/AAAAAAAAEOE/MgXKmqWW-J4/s320/dadandmom.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I don't know if they'd say the 38 years have been long or short, but regardless.....Happy 38th Anniversary Mom &amp;amp; Dad!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-6078016610211695667?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/6078016610211695667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=6078016610211695667&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/6078016610211695667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/6078016610211695667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/07/38-years.html' title='38 Years'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TFDWjMTm_zI/AAAAAAAAEOE/MgXKmqWW-J4/s72-c/dadandmom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-982677125814078862</id><published>2010-07-29T06:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T06:10:00.335-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><title type='text'>Stealing Kisses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TFDVx2PDb-I/AAAAAAAAEN8/UUq-Hbew3jc/s1600/grammieJuly+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499130197368336354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TFDVx2PDb-I/AAAAAAAAEN8/UUq-Hbew3jc/s320/grammieJuly+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most of the time, when mommy asks for kisses and hugs my requests are granted.  But, at times, I have to take my lovin' when the opportunity arises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-982677125814078862?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/982677125814078862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=982677125814078862&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/982677125814078862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/982677125814078862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/07/stealing-kisses.html' title='Stealing Kisses'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TFDVx2PDb-I/AAAAAAAAEN8/UUq-Hbew3jc/s72-c/grammieJuly+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-1278051038225588445</id><published>2010-07-28T06:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T06:21:00.334-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless'/><title type='text'>Wordless Weds - Driving Grandpa C's Car</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TE-GSwxdN7I/AAAAAAAAEN0/tK_IRLelzpE/s1600/grammieJuly+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498761326930769842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TE-GSwxdN7I/AAAAAAAAEN0/tK_IRLelzpE/s320/grammieJuly+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-1278051038225588445?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/1278051038225588445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=1278051038225588445&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/1278051038225588445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/1278051038225588445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/07/wordless-weds-driving-grandpa-cs-car.html' title='Wordless Weds - Driving Grandpa C&apos;s Car'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TE-GSwxdN7I/AAAAAAAAEN0/tK_IRLelzpE/s72-c/grammieJuly+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-1351882002118015517</id><published>2010-07-27T21:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T21:21:38.020-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><title type='text'>Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TE-EuKp0_jI/AAAAAAAAENs/SrWTYWktHeI/s1600/grammieJuly+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498759598711307826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TE-EuKp0_jI/AAAAAAAAENs/SrWTYWktHeI/s320/grammieJuly+041.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last weekend we visited a zoo at a near by park.  It was Drew's first time at a zoo (even though he's been to a local petting zoo before).  As we strolled through the park to the zoo's gates, Drew had no idea what was in store for him.  He got excited when a squirrel crossed our path and I told him, just wait buddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got through the gates, I took him out of his stroller and he realized what we were looking at through the fence, he got so excited.  At the moment he realized he was somewhere new and different it was a whole new world for him to discover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew loved running from exhibit to exhibit to see what was next.  I tried to keep him at each animal to at least make the animals sound, but once I started to explain about the animal, he was off to see what was down the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had a wonderful time!  I love to watch that wonderment and discovery in his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TE-El-j8sbI/AAAAAAAAENk/pGUEXh6ZiGg/s1600/grammieJuly+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498759458026467762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TE-El-j8sbI/AAAAAAAAENk/pGUEXh6ZiGg/s320/grammieJuly+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-1351882002118015517?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/1351882002118015517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=1351882002118015517&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/1351882002118015517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/1351882002118015517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/07/zoo.html' title='Zoo'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TE-EuKp0_jI/AAAAAAAAENs/SrWTYWktHeI/s72-c/grammieJuly+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-42224440028879877</id><published>2010-07-26T06:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T06:39:00.794-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><title type='text'>Optical Illusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TEzZYTDQxxI/AAAAAAAAENc/sfuCH-4OR3E/s1600/drew071910-072510+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498008256566576914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TEzZYTDQxxI/AAAAAAAAENc/sfuCH-4OR3E/s320/drew071910-072510+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Doesn't it look like my son grew into a huge kid over night?  Well, he has but not this big! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was cleaning out a closet the other day and came across this stroller that my niece Ally used to play with (she may even play with it again if she rediscovers it).  My little helper Drew was near by and spotted the same thing at the same time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took it out of the closet, opened it up and was reaching for a stuffed animal and before I could stick the puppy in the stroller, Drew was backing into it to sit down.  At that point, I went along with it and hoped the material would hold Mr. Drew.  Sure enough, it did and we went strolling through the house giggling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once Drew hopped out of the toy stroller, we tried to show him he could put things in it to push around, but he didn't like that at all!  He wanted to push the empty stroller around and when he felt it was time to put something in the seat, it was him.  Once he figured out how to sit in it by himself, of course he was looking for someone to push him.  It was too funny to watch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-42224440028879877?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/42224440028879877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=42224440028879877&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/42224440028879877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/42224440028879877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/07/optical-illusion.html' title='Optical Illusion'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TEzZYTDQxxI/AAAAAAAAENc/sfuCH-4OR3E/s72-c/drew071910-072510+055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-6796939434408258052</id><published>2010-07-23T11:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T11:49:39.140-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><title type='text'>Nice &amp; Cozy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TEjhqiCaJXI/AAAAAAAAENU/4GCDO1V_1ho/s1600/drew071210-071810+141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496891466013353330" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 214px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TEjhqiCaJXI/AAAAAAAAENU/4GCDO1V_1ho/s320/drew071210-071810+141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I searched everywhere for a bathrobe for Drew.  I was looking since he started to walk, but was out of luck tracking one down in his size.    The only one I could find in kid clothes stores was 0-9months.  I was looking (at the time) for something in the 18month size range, so I was out of luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day last week I received one of those emails from companies trying to have you  buy something from them with sales and all that propaganda.  Well, I feel for one of them and checked out the website.  I have purchased from this company in the past, so I took a chance and checked out the kids stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackpot!!  I found a kids bathrobe in a 24 month size that I had to have for Drew.  I ordered it and had his name put on it too.  I'm excited too since they have bigger kids sizes once he grows out of this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It arrived the other day and I couldn't wait to put it on him!  Once I did, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;snapped&lt;/span&gt; those must have photos.  Drew strutted around in his new bathrobe while he brushed his teeth.  What a big boy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-6796939434408258052?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/6796939434408258052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=6796939434408258052&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/6796939434408258052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/6796939434408258052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/07/nice-cozy.html' title='Nice &amp; Cozy'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TEjhqiCaJXI/AAAAAAAAENU/4GCDO1V_1ho/s72-c/drew071210-071810+141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-1630695267699278505</id><published>2010-07-21T20:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T15:25:48.448-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><title type='text'>Mural Update - Slow &amp; Steady</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TEeRzmg_sPI/AAAAAAAAENM/aIoGH6J866s/s1600/drew071210-071810+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496522185927274738" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TEeRzmg_sPI/AAAAAAAAENM/aIoGH6J866s/s320/drew071210-071810+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not too much is new in the mural department.  I'm slowly working on the door frame details, two coats of paint on every detail takes a lot of time.  With vacation coming up, I hope to have some time to paint.  It would be nice to have it done, so I can sit back and enjoy my finished master piece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-1630695267699278505?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/1630695267699278505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=1630695267699278505&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/1630695267699278505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/1630695267699278505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/07/mural-update-slow-steady.html' title='Mural Update - Slow &amp; Steady'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TEeRzmg_sPI/AAAAAAAAENM/aIoGH6J866s/s72-c/drew071210-071810+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-8293376094364219963</id><published>2010-07-21T06:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T06:16:00.827-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless'/><title type='text'>Wordless Weds - The Wind Effect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TEY9P783OCI/AAAAAAAAENE/hoJ0ww-4jiY/s1600/drew071210-071810+119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496147739252570146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TEY9P783OCI/AAAAAAAAENE/hoJ0ww-4jiY/s320/drew071210-071810+119.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TEY9FBO509I/AAAAAAAAEM8/DLgXiV2IGOw/s1600/drew071210-071810+123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496147551691854802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TEY9FBO509I/AAAAAAAAEM8/DLgXiV2IGOw/s320/drew071210-071810+123.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-8293376094364219963?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/8293376094364219963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=8293376094364219963&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/8293376094364219963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/8293376094364219963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/07/wordless-weds-wind-effect.html' title='Wordless Weds - The Wind Effect'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TEY9P783OCI/AAAAAAAAENE/hoJ0ww-4jiY/s72-c/drew071210-071810+119.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-1840019141729419096</id><published>2010-07-20T06:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T10:47:00.839-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vacation'/><title type='text'>V-A-C-A-T-I-O-N</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TEW22Hdrx7I/AAAAAAAAEM0/WnVOep4uBOE/s1600/penguins_group_on_exhibit_tn_h.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TEW22Hdrx7I/AAAAAAAAEM0/WnVOep4uBOE/s320/penguins_group_on_exhibit_tn_h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495999961108301746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the most wonderful time of the year.....vacation!  I know some say back to school is the best time of the year or the holidays, those are indeed good times, but I enjoy vacation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our vacation starts Friday 7/23 at 5pm.  We are off for two weeks.  This year, we cannot afford to go to Virginia to see Zack the first week, but we have things planned to do around the house.  There is yard work, house cleaning and of course relaxing to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second week, we will have Zack in Massachusetts.  His mom is bringing him up to us for the week.  We have little things planned but our big adventure is to spend the  day at a state park beach in CT, stay over and then visit Mystic &lt;a href="http://www.mysticaquarium.org/"&gt;Aquarium&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.mysticseaport.org/"&gt;Seaport&lt;/a&gt; the next day.  I can't wait to see Drew's reaction at the aquarium and I know Zack will have a wonderful time too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, bring it on!  I'm so ready!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-1840019141729419096?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/1840019141729419096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=1840019141729419096&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/1840019141729419096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/1840019141729419096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/07/v-c-t-i-o-n.html' title='V-A-C-A-T-I-O-N'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TEW22Hdrx7I/AAAAAAAAEM0/WnVOep4uBOE/s72-c/penguins_group_on_exhibit_tn_h.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-5795705648290538118</id><published>2010-07-19T11:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-19T12:50:48.977-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TEOi1kmYdqI/AAAAAAAAEMs/scea--RCu9I/s1600/grammieMidJuly+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495415011563566754" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TEOi1kmYdqI/AAAAAAAAEMs/scea--RCu9I/s320/grammieMidJuly+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love to hear the belly laugh of a happy 15 month old little boy!  There isn't anything like it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-5795705648290538118?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/5795705648290538118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=5795705648290538118&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/5795705648290538118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/5795705648290538118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-boy.html' title='Happy Boy'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TEOi1kmYdqI/AAAAAAAAEMs/scea--RCu9I/s72-c/grammieMidJuly+088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-8108571291589122323</id><published>2010-07-16T11:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T13:25:17.659-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><title type='text'>Big Rig Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TECV5_2b9PI/AAAAAAAAEMk/dr2Em63sfyg/s1600/Photo0007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TECV5_2b9PI/AAAAAAAAEMk/dr2Em63sfyg/s320/Photo0007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494556369016845554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a wonderful day we had yesterday!  I took my little boy to the local "Big Rig Day" which included the town's utility trucks, fire trucks, police cars, ambulance, tow-truck and construction vehicles.  It was free to the community too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a half day at work and picked Drew up from day care and headed to the park.  Grammie was with us too, which I know she enjoyed watching Drew explore all the vehicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we got into the park, Drew couldn't take his eyes off all the big trucks.  They were all lined up with other kids hoping in and out of the cabs, honking horns and having a wonderful time.  He couldn't wait to get out of his stroller to explore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started off with the firetrucks and worked our way through everything.  He loved sitting in all the driver seats, moving the steering wheel and pretending to drive.  Drew also enjoyed sitting in the back seat of the Firetruck and looking all around.  When he was placed in the back of the police card, I told him this is the only time I want to see him in the back of the police car.  The officer laughed (I'm sure he was hearing that one all day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I brought Drew around to each vehicle, I let him pick and choose what he wanted to visit again.  He kept going to the Firetrucks and the ambulance.  He loved walking between those vehicles and checking out the entire rig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy I took him this year.  I can't wait until next year to do it again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TECV0qSo7tI/AAAAAAAAEMc/xefyDxnVdiE/s1600/Photo0008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TECV0qSo7tI/AAAAAAAAEMc/xefyDxnVdiE/s320/Photo0008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494556277330210514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-8108571291589122323?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/8108571291589122323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=8108571291589122323&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/8108571291589122323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/8108571291589122323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/07/big-rig-day.html' title='Big Rig Day'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TECV5_2b9PI/AAAAAAAAEMk/dr2Em63sfyg/s72-c/Photo0007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-2017549859901866739</id><published>2010-07-14T10:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T10:56:25.744-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless'/><title type='text'>Wordless Weds - Professor Drew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TD3QCji_VkI/AAAAAAAAEL8/EUo-FmIFg6A/s1600/drewglasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TD3QCji_VkI/AAAAAAAAEL8/EUo-FmIFg6A/s320/drewglasses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493775862782187074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-2017549859901866739?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/2017549859901866739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=2017549859901866739&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/2017549859901866739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/2017549859901866739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/07/wordless-weds-professor-drew.html' title='Wordless Weds - Professor Drew'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TD3QCji_VkI/AAAAAAAAEL8/EUo-FmIFg6A/s72-c/drewglasses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-3815913254398044112</id><published>2010-07-13T06:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T06:33:00.196-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><title type='text'>Mastering the Spoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TDu0xUji13I/AAAAAAAAEL0/GnNGwi_wQ2s/s1600/drew070510-071110+053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493182929932834674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TDu0xUji13I/AAAAAAAAEL0/GnNGwi_wQ2s/s320/drew070510-071110+053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We have been practicing these days on a lot of things.  We've worked on blowing kisses, we've worked on finding our noses(including daddy &amp;amp; mommy's) and most of all, we've worked on using a spoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not an easy task for Drew right now, but he sure enjoys eating his favorite foods with the spoon.  I figure save the the favorites for home, strip him out of his clothes and let him have at it to practice, practice, practice.  He's getting better with holding his spoon, but still holds it on the tip of the handle.  We try to show him to hold the middle of the handle, but its no good.  He'll do what he wants and I don't want to fight too much with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, he'll get it one of these days, but in the mean time, he can make a good mess.  And, that's what toddlers do best!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-3815913254398044112?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/3815913254398044112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=3815913254398044112&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/3815913254398044112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/3815913254398044112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/07/mastering-spoon.html' title='Mastering the Spoon'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TDu0xUji13I/AAAAAAAAEL0/GnNGwi_wQ2s/s72-c/drew070510-071110+053.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-3258173958409343763</id><published>2010-07-12T11:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T12:16:19.453-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><title type='text'>He Works Hard For the Money!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TDplb24J1zI/AAAAAAAAELs/Sccsql1clJ8/s1600/drew070510-071110+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492814224793655090" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 214px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TDplb24J1zI/AAAAAAAAELs/Sccsql1clJ8/s320/drew070510-071110+007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My son discovered a new toy this past week.  He loves to carry it around, hide things inside and just this morning, tried to use it to climb on things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he discovered an igloo lunch box.  He loves caring this thing around the house.  My FIL even said to let him carry into school to see everyones reaction.  I haven't done that yet, but I have been tempted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've showed him how to press the top button to open the lunch box and then close it, but he still needs a little help with that process.  But, he loves putting his toys inside, carrying the lunch pale around and then asking for us to open it for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TDplP2QnzoI/AAAAAAAAELk/hgalowL600g/s1600/drew070510-071110+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492814018469416578" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 214px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TDplP2QnzoI/AAAAAAAAELk/hgalowL600g/s320/drew070510-071110+009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-3258173958409343763?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/3258173958409343763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=3258173958409343763&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/3258173958409343763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/3258173958409343763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/07/he-works-hard-for-money.html' title='He Works Hard For the Money!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TDplb24J1zI/AAAAAAAAELs/Sccsql1clJ8/s72-c/drew070510-071110+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-2537330678143813448</id><published>2010-07-09T06:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T10:48:20.770-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><title type='text'>Toot Toot - All Aboard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TDcxxByoeSI/AAAAAAAAELU/qCHLmW7BDBs/s1600/drewjunejuly+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TDcxxByoeSI/AAAAAAAAELU/qCHLmW7BDBs/s320/drewjunejuly+058.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491912988965763362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Drew's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Grandpy&lt;/span&gt; found an adorable, pop up school bus for the back yard.  It was a yard-sale bargain that was found one morning by mistake.  Those are the best finds if I say so myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Grandpy&lt;/span&gt; got home from making his Saturday morning rounds, he found Drew and myself in the back yard after our morning walk.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Grandpy&lt;/span&gt; approached us, all proud, and "assembled" this massive, walk-in bus for Drew.  And when I say &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;assembled&lt;/span&gt;, I mean just opening up the bus so it can stand-up, nothing really to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so fun to watch Drew run right up to the bus, move aside the little cloth door and walk right in like he knew it was his.  Its a good thing the bus is cloth because every time he walks in and out, he bonks his head on the top of the door.  No matter, Drew just continues to do what he was doing like he meant to do it!  We put a little wooden chair inside so he can sit and drive the bus too.  He loves to move the little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;steering&lt;/span&gt; wheel and make his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;vroom&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;vroom&lt;/span&gt; sound while I make the horn sound, honk honk here comes Drew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a fun little find that will generate hours and hours of fun in the back yard.  And during the cold months, inside too.  I love yard sale &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;bargains&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TDcxn_zZ3RI/AAAAAAAAELM/to2Y5XAJJtc/s1600/drewjunejuly+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TDcxn_zZ3RI/AAAAAAAAELM/to2Y5XAJJtc/s320/drewjunejuly+107.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491912833813306642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-2537330678143813448?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/2537330678143813448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=2537330678143813448&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/2537330678143813448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/2537330678143813448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/07/toot-toot-all-aboard.html' title='Toot Toot - All Aboard'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TDcxxByoeSI/AAAAAAAAELU/qCHLmW7BDBs/s72-c/drewjunejuly+058.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-5766907221575965070</id><published>2010-07-08T11:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T13:01:15.921-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Books'/><title type='text'>The Innocent Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TDYEM4Y7pVI/AAAAAAAAELE/AzARdCgdqrA/s1600/56417262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TDYEM4Y7pVI/AAAAAAAAELE/AzARdCgdqrA/s320/56417262.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491581414966797650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very interesting novel.  I love the way John Grisham captures his audience with his thrill seeking, page turning writing style.  This time, he was writing about a true story that took place in a small town in Oklahoma in the early 70's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trouble young man and a friend were found guilty of a crime they did not commit.  Ron was found guilty because of his troubled past and tricky police work.  His friend Dennis was found guilty because he would occasionally bar hop with Ron, so to the police he must have helped in the murder and rape of a young women in Ada, Oklahoma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its fascinating to see how police forge evidence to what they want it to be when they are pressed to find a suspect and convict the person, no matter what the evidence says.  Eventually the truth comes out at the end, but not until years have passed and Ron is almost executed for this horrible crime.  Both men spend over 15 years in prison and were freed with no apology from the state or police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is definitely an interesting page turner and has you thinking at times, did he do it?  But, you have to listen to the evidence, no matter how badly you need a conviction!&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-5766907221575965070?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/5766907221575965070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=5766907221575965070&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/5766907221575965070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/5766907221575965070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/07/innocent-man.html' title='The Innocent Man'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TDYEM4Y7pVI/AAAAAAAAELE/AzARdCgdqrA/s72-c/56417262.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-2159362296474987192</id><published>2010-07-07T08:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T08:43:53.478-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless'/><title type='text'>Wordless Weds - Looking for the right one!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TDR2c9C_-qI/AAAAAAAAEK0/Rf7bciJJw3I/s1600/drewjunejuly+118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TDR2c9C_-qI/AAAAAAAAEK0/Rf7bciJJw3I/s320/drewjunejuly+118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491144085467036322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TDR2XNkdwRI/AAAAAAAAEKs/5PBIOP47zco/s1600/drewjunejuly+120.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TDR2XNkdwRI/AAAAAAAAEKs/5PBIOP47zco/s320/drewjunejuly+120.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491143986823151890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TDR2QuHbzaI/AAAAAAAAEKk/lh_88GVawxQ/s1600/drewjunejuly+122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TDR2QuHbzaI/AAAAAAAAEKk/lh_88GVawxQ/s320/drewjunejuly+122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491143875300674978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-2159362296474987192?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/2159362296474987192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=2159362296474987192&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/2159362296474987192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/2159362296474987192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/07/wordless-weds-looking-for-right-one.html' title='Wordless Weds - Looking for the right one!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TDR2c9C_-qI/AAAAAAAAEK0/Rf7bciJJw3I/s72-c/drewjunejuly+118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-2901528851837242177</id><published>2010-07-06T11:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T13:09:40.134-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><title type='text'>What's Out There</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TDNh-mbD5SI/AAAAAAAAEKc/56cEIjn9xyA/s1600/drewjunejuly+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TDNh-mbD5SI/AAAAAAAAEKc/56cEIjn9xyA/s320/drewjunejuly+020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490840098788599074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Drew, I see something out the window.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little someone hops off the floor or runs over to the window to see what his mommy sees.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask him what's out there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll hear, oooooo and see him pointing to what ever he wants outside.  If birds are hanging out on the lawn, he'll tell me "irds".  The other day I heard him report an "earl" was running across the lawn.  I've also been told the "og" across the street is running around in the neighbors yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, there is nothing exciting to report, but Drew finds something to tell me is out there.  He'll get excited, stand on his tippy toes, and point and pound on the window.  And if he were to see someone he knows pull up outside, he flashes a great big smile and points.  He loves looking out the windows to discover what's outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TDNhAKGn-aI/AAAAAAAAEKU/asclrFWHtYU/s1600/drewjunejuly+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TDNhAKGn-aI/AAAAAAAAEKU/asclrFWHtYU/s320/drewjunejuly+027.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490839026034801058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-2901528851837242177?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/2901528851837242177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=2901528851837242177&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/2901528851837242177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/2901528851837242177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/07/whats-out-there.html' title='What&apos;s Out There'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TDNh-mbD5SI/AAAAAAAAEKc/56cEIjn9xyA/s72-c/drewjunejuly+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-3135916172148533634</id><published>2010-07-02T23:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T12:47:30.434-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Seasons'/><title type='text'>Summer Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TC4X_6bdUUI/AAAAAAAAEKM/ROM99Pr0bNw/s1600/strawberry2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TC4X_6bdUUI/AAAAAAAAEKM/ROM99Pr0bNw/s320/strawberry2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489351382594834754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Summers are lovely, there are so many things to love about this season.  Lets count the ways.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fresh Strawberries&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; Ice Cream&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching Drew play in his sprinkler&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sandals&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pedicures&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sunny days are longer&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vacation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-3135916172148533634?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/3135916172148533634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=3135916172148533634&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/3135916172148533634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/3135916172148533634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/06/summer-love.html' title='Summer Love'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TC4X_6bdUUI/AAAAAAAAEKM/ROM99Pr0bNw/s72-c/strawberry2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-3520135415629184859</id><published>2010-07-01T12:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T12:32:56.239-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darling Husband'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jeff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCzCxc9T4jI/AAAAAAAAEKE/k_k57AYn3oU/s1600/232323232%257Ffp9+7%29nu%3D3238%297%289%29435%29WSNRCG%3D33637689%3B%3B338nu0mrj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCzCxc9T4jI/AAAAAAAAEKE/k_k57AYn3oU/s320/232323232%257Ffp9+7%29nu%3D3238%297%289%29435%29WSNRCG%3D33637689%3B%3B338nu0mrj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488976200700518962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is Jeff's turn to have a birthday.  Every year, I always here that I'm still older (by 8 days).  But, he turns 31 today and he has to work late.  Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Happy Birthday Sweetheart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-3520135415629184859?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/3520135415629184859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=3520135415629184859&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/3520135415629184859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/3520135415629184859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-birthday-jeff.html' title='Happy Birthday Jeff'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCzCxc9T4jI/AAAAAAAAEKE/k_k57AYn3oU/s72-c/232323232%257Ffp9+7%29nu%3D3238%297%289%29435%29WSNRCG%3D33637689%3B%3B338nu0mrj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-1918429427974642327</id><published>2010-06-30T06:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T06:29:00.475-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless'/><title type='text'>Wordless Weds - Peek-A-Boo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCqQK8-zjQI/AAAAAAAAEJ8/Xw0h2jtgNCI/s1600/drew062110-062710+121.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488357613747014914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCqQK8-zjQI/AAAAAAAAEJ8/Xw0h2jtgNCI/s320/drew062110-062710+121.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-1918429427974642327?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/1918429427974642327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=1918429427974642327&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/1918429427974642327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/1918429427974642327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/06/wordless-weds-peek-boo.html' title='Wordless Weds - Peek-A-Boo'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCqQK8-zjQI/AAAAAAAAEJ8/Xw0h2jtgNCI/s72-c/drew062110-062710+121.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-531868458073074102</id><published>2010-06-29T06:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T10:04:08.341-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darling Husband'/><title type='text'>Daddy &amp; Son</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCk_lS-9b9I/AAAAAAAAEJ0/QtuDDYsO7vc/s1600/drew062110-062710+113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487987530911281106" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 320px; height: 214px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCk_lS-9b9I/AAAAAAAAEJ0/QtuDDYsO7vc/s320/drew062110-062710+113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is nothing like it, the time spent between Jeff and Drew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have a blast together!  The run through the house chasing each other laughing and giggling the whole time.  They like to wrestle and horse around.  Jeff pretends to be a little rougher with Drew, but Drew knows he can be a little rougher with Daddy and he definitely takes advantage of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a beautiful thing to see father and son playing like they do.  I wish Zack was around so he can participate in the festivities, but we make do when we see him.  I can't want to have him for a week in August.  It will be lovely to see the three of them together, having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCk_aoSbgpI/AAAAAAAAEJs/Ew5hOIjy_mk/s1600/drew062110-062710+095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487987347651527314" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCk_aoSbgpI/AAAAAAAAEJs/Ew5hOIjy_mk/s320/drew062110-062710+095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-531868458073074102?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/531868458073074102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=531868458073074102&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/531868458073074102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/531868458073074102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/06/daddy-son.html' title='Daddy &amp; Son'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCk_lS-9b9I/AAAAAAAAEJ0/QtuDDYsO7vc/s72-c/drew062110-062710+113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-8290270596634839545</id><published>2010-06-28T11:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T12:03:45.289-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><title type='text'>Mural Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCfwr8gfIeI/AAAAAAAAEJk/rRDpXpR5Fcs/s1600/drew062110-062710+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487619308741665250" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCfwr8gfIeI/AAAAAAAAEJk/rRDpXpR5Fcs/s320/drew062110-062710+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The mural is coming along, slowly!  I'm at the point where its all the little details that need to be done rather then the large area's to be painted (except Winnie himself). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished the log Pooh is sitting on.  In the bark area, there are zodiac signs for his family tree, a heart and Drew's name.  Its blended in so much, I have to point them out to Jeff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next step is the wood detail in the doorway of Winnie's house.  Jeff said, just paint it all one color.  I said, then it will look like a brown blob and that's not what I'm looking for.  After the doorway is finished, its onto the blades of grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to work on the mural after being on your feet all day and then standing to paint.  I hope to finish up by vacation time (or be really close).  I want to be able to focus on other things while on vacation rather then painting, being cooped up inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-8290270596634839545?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/8290270596634839545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=8290270596634839545&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/8290270596634839545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/8290270596634839545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/06/mural-update.html' title='Mural Update'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCfwr8gfIeI/AAAAAAAAEJk/rRDpXpR5Fcs/s72-c/drew062110-062710+124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-7083077521462914395</id><published>2010-06-25T06:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T10:27:40.331-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><title type='text'>Promotional Shot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCP9Cf-o8qI/AAAAAAAAEJc/6NgwFarzu-Y/s1600/drew061410-062010+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486506990453191330" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 214px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCP9Cf-o8qI/AAAAAAAAEJc/6NgwFarzu-Y/s320/drew061410-062010+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yup, we bought those new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Huggie&lt;/span&gt; diapers that look like jean shorts.  Yup, guilty!  When Jeff saw them in the shopping cart, he gave me a look and said, those are so tacky.  I didn't care, I wanted them for Drew and I thought he would look so cute strutting around in those!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, we were in Babies R Us, looking around and checking things out stuff and I noticed a table promoting the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Huggies&lt;/span&gt; Jean Diapers.  There were free t-shirts, coupons and a chance to win a $5 gift card (um, on a side note...I won a gift card, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wohoo&lt;/span&gt;).  So I grabbed a t-shirt since we had the diapers at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, Drew was running around in his diaper and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Huggies&lt;/span&gt; T-shirt.  I thought hey, I should snap a few photo's and send them to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Huggies&lt;/span&gt;.  What do you think?   A good promotion right! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCP8z7uZeUI/AAAAAAAAEJU/6sF3ixQDOrg/s1600/drew061410-062010+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486506740203223362" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 214px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCP8z7uZeUI/AAAAAAAAEJU/6sF3ixQDOrg/s320/drew061410-062010+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-7083077521462914395?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/7083077521462914395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=7083077521462914395&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/7083077521462914395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/7083077521462914395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/06/promotional-shot.html' title='Promotional Shot'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCP9Cf-o8qI/AAAAAAAAEJc/6NgwFarzu-Y/s72-c/drew061410-062010+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-6345743401340529638</id><published>2010-06-24T12:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T12:40:11.961-04:00</updated><title type='text'>31 Years Young</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCOHtXLPLPI/AAAAAAAAEJM/bMHm2GZIvMk/s1600/do_i_smell_birthday_cake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCOHtXLPLPI/AAAAAAAAEJM/bMHm2GZIvMk/s320/do_i_smell_birthday_cake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486377984452406514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was my 31st birthday yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful day, I had some time to myself, which doesn't come too often.  I took the day off from work to achieve that goal.  I didn't get to sleep in, but I did wake up on our normal schedule, got Drew ready for day care and dropped him off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I treated myself to a Starbucks Chai and yummy treat and while I drank my chai, I walked around Walmart at my own pace all by myself.  It was lovely!  I was taking my time, was able to poke around at what I wanted to check out, but I did end up buying Drew summer outfits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I walked around, I took a little time to paint Drew's mural and then I went to my birthday treat I was looking forward too for sometime now.  I told Jeff I wanted a spa pedicure for my present, and that's what he got me!!  It was wonderful!  The package included all kinds of treatments and a message for my feet and lower legs, a tea and my toes painted the color of my choice.  It was so worth it and I already told Jeff I want the same thing for next years birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents stopped by for a visit in the late afternoon.  We were treated to little itty-bitty cupcakes.  Drew loved them so much, he wanted MY cupcake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also received a surprise supper.  My FIL called me on his way home from work and asked if I wanted a surprise for dinner.  I said sure!!  He walked in the house with a lobster dinner for me!  Just me!!  I felt bad that no one else got one, but I was in heaven!  I let Drew try a couple of bites, he did eat them, but he didn't want too much. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a perfect day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-6345743401340529638?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/6345743401340529638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=6345743401340529638&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/6345743401340529638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/6345743401340529638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/06/31-years-young.html' title='31 Years Young'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCOHtXLPLPI/AAAAAAAAEJM/bMHm2GZIvMk/s72-c/do_i_smell_birthday_cake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-3484972373091425165</id><published>2010-06-23T06:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T06:20:00.285-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless'/><title type='text'>Wordless Weds - Refreshing Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCAD26HXBpI/AAAAAAAAEIk/GYuTeT_Roq0/s1600/drew061410-062010+133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485388587985208978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCAD26HXBpI/AAAAAAAAEIk/GYuTeT_Roq0/s320/drew061410-062010+133.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCADihqD1XI/AAAAAAAAEIc/dgv1E4V0GxU/s1600/drew061410-062010+162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485388237822481778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCADihqD1XI/AAAAAAAAEIc/dgv1E4V0GxU/s320/drew061410-062010+162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCADQB_UhTI/AAAAAAAAEIU/tB_ilT7pufU/s1600/drew061410-062010+163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485387920084075826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCADQB_UhTI/AAAAAAAAEIU/tB_ilT7pufU/s320/drew061410-062010+163.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCACmKFtV1I/AAAAAAAAEIM/DTOZpK1dmNE/s1600/drew061410-062010+140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485387200703846226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCACmKFtV1I/AAAAAAAAEIM/DTOZpK1dmNE/s320/drew061410-062010+140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-3484972373091425165?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/3484972373091425165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=3484972373091425165&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/3484972373091425165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/3484972373091425165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/06/wordless-weds-refreshing-fun.html' title='Wordless Weds - Refreshing Fun'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCAD26HXBpI/AAAAAAAAEIk/GYuTeT_Roq0/s72-c/drew061410-062010+133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-7921944286640969110</id><published>2010-06-22T06:05:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T06:05:00.289-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><title type='text'>Cars, Trucks &amp; Bikes...Oh My</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TB_-2ny90OI/AAAAAAAAEIE/Z-XGVSUMg54/s1600/drew061410-062010+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485383085509693666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TB_-2ny90OI/AAAAAAAAEIE/Z-XGVSUMg54/s320/drew061410-062010+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My son likes any machine with wheels and makes a head turning sound. It doesn't matter if its a truck, car, motorcycle, tractor or airplane, he likes to point and says vroom vroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, we could be playing in the backyard, running, climbing or laughing really hard and if he hears a motorcycle somewhere off in the distance, he stops, make his sound and points in the direction of the sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we are shopping, Jeff takes him down the "boy" isle (even though its not limited to boys) to see what there are for vehicles. Of course we all have to push the buttons on all the kid trucks or what every there is around, but then Drew finds that one thing he wants (or really what Jeff wants to get him). Drew has his own set of motorcycles, a Ford Pick-Up truck, lots of match box cars, and equipment trucks. Drew is in his glory and carrys around a certain vehicle from day-to-day. There are vehicles spread all over the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew also just doesn't have the physical vehicles, he has two truck books, a tractor book and a train book he reads often. These are in the mix of his favorite books and we read them often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until he can get outside to help out his Daddy, Grandpa Charlie and Grandpy with working on the cars. Drew already wants to help with everything that is done, I can imagine when he's old enough to have his own tool box to fix the cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TB_-lcoPtII/AAAAAAAAEH8/SzIeLczgD1Y/s1600/drew061410-062010+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485382790454162562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TB_-lcoPtII/AAAAAAAAEH8/SzIeLczgD1Y/s320/drew061410-062010+029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-7921944286640969110?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/7921944286640969110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=7921944286640969110&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/7921944286640969110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/7921944286640969110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/06/cars-trucks-bikesoh-my.html' title='Cars, Trucks &amp; Bikes...Oh My'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TB_-2ny90OI/AAAAAAAAEIE/Z-XGVSUMg54/s72-c/drew061410-062010+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-3251884147971131231</id><published>2010-06-21T06:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T10:55:18.707-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ally'/><title type='text'>Road Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TB6vOX6e7-I/AAAAAAAAEH0/1-aGCdUq4Ys/s1600/drew061410-062010+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485014057656184802" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 320px; height: 214px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TB6vOX6e7-I/AAAAAAAAEH0/1-aGCdUq4Ys/s320/drew061410-062010+047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The family hoped in the car on Saturday and headed north for a family gathering for a graduation party.  We packed the car, met up with the in-laws and my niece, went to breakfast and then hit the road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a beautiful day for a trip.  There was lots of sun, very few clouds and once we got to Vermont, a nice summer breeze graced us while visiting outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;It was so much fun watching Drew explore the yard, visit with the neighbors horse, play with the toys from his older cousins and run around like he was a big kid.  I loved watching him and Ally play together (that was until Sienna arrived and Ally had a blast running around with her, her younger cousin by one year).  Ally is so protective of Drew, she won't let him do too much, but that's ok!  That's what big cousins are for!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traveling was great, Drew napped on the way up and on the way back, he was wide awake playing with his toys until the last 5 minutes of the trip.  It was an hour past his bed time and we were within minutes of getting home and Drew's eyes instantly got heavy and tried to close.  All three of us, Jeff, my FIL and myself were doing all kinds of stuff to keep him awake.  We didn't want him to get a 5 minute cat-nap in and be wide awake for hours after we got home.  He was a good sport, flashed us a sleepy smile with eyes dropping until we got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so wonderful to see the family in Vermont.  We haven't seen them since last summer and with the winters, its so hard to travel North.  But, I hope to get to see them again this summer or at least in the fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TB6u6iIYFDI/AAAAAAAAEHs/LtE2myMrPl8/s1600/drew061410-062010+052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485013716801426482" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TB6u6iIYFDI/AAAAAAAAEHs/LtE2myMrPl8/s320/drew061410-062010+052.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-3251884147971131231?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/3251884147971131231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=3251884147971131231&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/3251884147971131231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/3251884147971131231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/06/road-trip.html' title='Road Trip'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TB6vOX6e7-I/AAAAAAAAEH0/1-aGCdUq4Ys/s72-c/drew061410-062010+047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-4325278771584068877</id><published>2010-06-18T06:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T10:15:48.180-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><title type='text'>New Chair At The Table</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TBrCQLwtaTI/AAAAAAAAEHk/5U5k-0-FJ64/s1600/drew060710-061310+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483909079567788338" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 214px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TBrCQLwtaTI/AAAAAAAAEHk/5U5k-0-FJ64/s320/drew060710-061310+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Drew is tall.  He is already out growing his high chair.  His feet are starting to hang below the foot shelve on the high chair. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He likes the high chair in many ways, he colors while sitting in it, he eats his food while in it and its high enough were he can watch us cook.  But, he's starting to be a little too big for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were out shopping the other day, I thought about looking at a booster seat for the "little" guy.  I found one that changes between a high chair (a tray hooks on), booster seat for toddlers and older kids (the back comes off for the older kids). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took it out of the box and placed it on the living room floor after we got back home and loved it right away.  He kept climbing in the new chair, placing the tray on his lap, putting it on the floor, hopping up and then repeating the same motions for some time.  I was finally able to get it away from him and secure it to a chair in the kitchen and right away he wanted to sit in it at the table.  He did pretty good for the first time sitting at the table, with no tray, but his little fingers could reach out to all the colorful objects on the table (like the ketchup) that he couldn't reach for before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now-a-days, we have the high chair and the booster seat at the table.  When its time to eat, we let Drew decided were he wants to eat.  He actually does go between the two, but until he's fully comfortable with the booster seat, we'll keep the high chair around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-4325278771584068877?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/4325278771584068877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=4325278771584068877&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/4325278771584068877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/4325278771584068877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-chair-at-table.html' title='New Chair At The Table'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TBrCQLwtaTI/AAAAAAAAEHk/5U5k-0-FJ64/s72-c/drew060710-061310+092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-2248735751215989691</id><published>2010-06-17T20:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T20:45:12.476-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><title type='text'>Sock Puppets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TBq__tQasEI/AAAAAAAAEHc/rkEhTbh6Gik/s1600/drew060710-061310+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483906597478117442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TBq__tQasEI/AAAAAAAAEHc/rkEhTbh6Gik/s320/drew060710-061310+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other day, Grandpy wanted to show Drew a new trick. Grandpy put Drew's socks on his hands to try and make sock puppets.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At first, Drew just starred at Grandpy and tried to pull the socks off his hands. He figured out how to get the socks off before he realized what Grandpy was showing him. He pulled them off with his teeth, then handed the sock back to Grandpy to put back on his hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a few tries of letting the socks stay on his hands, he caught on a little bit. But, I think for now he loves the challenge of getting the sock off his hand and watching them put back on. These aren't big socks either, they are the ankle no-show socks, so they are a little tricky to get on feet, never mind hands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or is it, Drew likes to watch Grandpy make funny faces and talk to the sock on Drew's hand. I don't know, but what ever it is, those two were having a blast playing with the socks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-2248735751215989691?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/2248735751215989691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=2248735751215989691&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/2248735751215989691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/2248735751215989691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/06/sock-puppets.html' title='Sock Puppets'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TBq__tQasEI/AAAAAAAAEHc/rkEhTbh6Gik/s72-c/drew060710-061310+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-6008977213842845851</id><published>2010-06-16T06:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T06:36:00.067-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Grandpa!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TBgctuOcS1I/AAAAAAAAEHU/szH2gIyWz6g/s1600/grandpa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483164118151875410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TBgctuOcS1I/AAAAAAAAEHU/szH2gIyWz6g/s320/grandpa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today is my Grandpa's 84th Birthday!  This is the first year in 14 years I can't be with him on or around his birthday because of our financial issues.  I know he knows we want to be there, but I still want to be there in every way!  I know we will see him at Thanksgiving, but his birthday is special.  My Aunt gave  him a little party, with homemade chicken soup and a raspberry cake (not sugar free, he splurged) so I was happy to hear that he was celebrated even though we weren't around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Grandpa, and here's to many more!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-6008977213842845851?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/6008977213842845851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=6008977213842845851&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/6008977213842845851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/6008977213842845851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/06/happy-birthday-grandpa.html' title='Happy Birthday Grandpa!!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TBgctuOcS1I/AAAAAAAAEHU/szH2gIyWz6g/s72-c/grandpa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-995883399524836612</id><published>2010-06-16T06:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T06:32:00.159-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless'/><title type='text'>Wordless Weds - Practice Makes Perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TBgcS46qqHI/AAAAAAAAEHM/dvz-B4vGkUY/s1600/drew060710-061310+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483163657165252722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TBgcS46qqHI/AAAAAAAAEHM/dvz-B4vGkUY/s320/drew060710-061310+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TBgcGiH7uGI/AAAAAAAAEHE/vcdsv4SkqLE/s1600/drew060710-061310+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483163444888451170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TBgcGiH7uGI/AAAAAAAAEHE/vcdsv4SkqLE/s320/drew060710-061310+006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TBgb5cJ6xGI/AAAAAAAAEG8/gqBW1M8ir6A/s1600/drew060710-061310+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483163219947865186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TBgb5cJ6xGI/AAAAAAAAEG8/gqBW1M8ir6A/s320/drew060710-061310+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-995883399524836612?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/995883399524836612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=995883399524836612&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/995883399524836612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/995883399524836612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/06/wordless-weds-practice-makes-perfect.html' title='Wordless Weds - Practice Makes Perfect'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TBgcS46qqHI/AAAAAAAAEHM/dvz-B4vGkUY/s72-c/drew060710-061310+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-1973970261050588501</id><published>2010-06-15T19:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T20:32:34.209-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Darling Husband'/><title type='text'>Who's In There?</title><content type='html'>The boys like to play their version of hide-and-seek.  Jeff chase&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TBbCHx-g9pI/AAAAAAAAEG0/QsSQOQ2_zLs/s1600/drew060710-061310+088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482783035300574866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TBbCHx-g9pI/AAAAAAAAEG0/QsSQOQ2_zLs/s320/drew060710-061310+088.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;s&lt;br /&gt;Drew through the house until Drew finds a corner of some sort to hide in (while laughing the whole time, hysterically).  Then Jeff turns around so Drew could chase him through the house and find him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff has an advantage since he's quicker and knows how to hide.  Jeff usually hides under a blanket in the living room, on the side of the couch  or the entertainment system.  When Drew enters the room, he makes the rounds to the hiding places to find his daddy.  Once Jeff is found, screams are heard and Drew takes off.  Its adorable to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, Jeff found a new hiding spot.  Its been there, staring at Jeff, calling out...hide here, hide here!  Jeff finally heard the calling on Sunday.  Drew has a little ball pit that was given to him for his birthday and now has became the new hiding spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time Jeff hid in it, Drew had no idea.  I was trying to help the little guy look without giving too much away, but Drew kept walking by the ball pit.  Jeff was even tossing the colorful balls towards Drew to get him to look in his direction, but instead Drew just looked around at the balls on the ground as they rolled by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after, right before Jeff was going to pop out of the hiding space, Drew noticed his daddy!  He ran over towards him with a great big smile and hopped right in making his daddy push over.  They kicked there feet and had a great time inside the ball pit.  Shortly after, Drew hopped out to hide from his daddy, laughing the whole way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-1973970261050588501?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/1973970261050588501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=1973970261050588501&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/1973970261050588501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/1973970261050588501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/06/whos-in-there.html' title='Who&apos;s In There?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TBbCHx-g9pI/AAAAAAAAEG0/QsSQOQ2_zLs/s72-c/drew060710-061310+088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-9141394962083102574</id><published>2010-06-14T06:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T06:36:00.386-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><title type='text'>New Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TBV5490VZII/AAAAAAAAEGs/XFyHMSAphQI/s1600/drew060710-061310+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482422140967150722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TBV5490VZII/AAAAAAAAEGs/XFyHMSAphQI/s320/drew060710-061310+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Drew has a new friend around the house.  The new friend sings fun songs, bedtime music, talks to Drew and has a grand ol' time.  This new friend is a dog from leap frog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew received this little puppy from his mommy and daddy for Christmas and I think its pretty neat.  After the box was opened, it was my job to download all the fun things the doggy would say (fill in the blank stuff like Drew's name, his favorite food, color and animal).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you hit a certain paw, either a song or sayings are spoken with Drew's likes and even his name.  Its pretty cool how this puppy works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, Drew didn't want anything to do with this little green doggy.  But, mommy kept pressing the buttons, singing along and dancing.  After a little time passed, this caught on and now Drew is dancing and smiling when his new friend talks.  Its too cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-9141394962083102574?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/9141394962083102574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=9141394962083102574&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/9141394962083102574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/9141394962083102574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/06/new-friend.html' title='New Friend'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TBV5490VZII/AAAAAAAAEGs/XFyHMSAphQI/s72-c/drew060710-061310+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-7506470391713013261</id><published>2010-06-10T21:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T21:14:30.737-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><title type='text'>Little Shopper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TBGM-LLIBgI/AAAAAAAAEGc/Bp1rzqqlkcc/s1600/drew052410-060610+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481317221265835522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TBGM-LLIBgI/AAAAAAAAEGc/Bp1rzqqlkcc/s320/drew052410-060610+124.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TBGMzWyayMI/AAAAAAAAEGU/d16zBlz0ing/s1600/drew052410-060610+124.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandpa Charlie noticed something in the pile of "free" stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grandpa Charlie thought of a little someone when he saw this special something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grandpa Charlie was really excited when he called Drew's mommy to tell her about his find.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Grandpa Charlie found a kid size shopping cart in the left over items the students left behind on campus after the rooms were cleaned out and thought of a little someone. Well, Grandpa Charlie thought of the right person, since Drew loves pushing it around the living room, with his toys inside. What a great find, at the right price!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-7506470391713013261?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/7506470391713013261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=7506470391713013261&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/7506470391713013261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/7506470391713013261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/06/little-shopper.html' title='Little Shopper'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TBGM-LLIBgI/AAAAAAAAEGc/Bp1rzqqlkcc/s72-c/drew052410-060610+124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-3204325209531358554</id><published>2010-06-09T06:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T06:55:00.391-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless'/><title type='text'>Wordless Weds - Reading with Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TA7m-TXpr6I/AAAAAAAAEGE/M5n6hxxXvr4/s1600/drew052410-060610+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480571754582224802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TA7m-TXpr6I/AAAAAAAAEGE/M5n6hxxXvr4/s320/drew052410-060610+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-3204325209531358554?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/3204325209531358554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=3204325209531358554&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/3204325209531358554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/3204325209531358554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/06/wordless-weds-reading-with-daddy.html' title='Wordless Weds - Reading with Daddy'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TA7m-TXpr6I/AAAAAAAAEGE/M5n6hxxXvr4/s72-c/drew052410-060610+093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-2078703929570776255</id><published>2010-06-08T06:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T08:48:57.067-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Strawberry Fields</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TA45tNNdIwI/AAAAAAAAEF0/P9U1aKGk13k/s1600/drew3+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TA45tNNdIwI/AAAAAAAAEF0/P9U1aKGk13k/s320/drew3+008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480381245359465218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a blast this past weekend that involved strawberries.  Its strawberry picking season in New England and that is exactly what we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew, Grammie and myself went to a local farm and picked our first batches of strawberries.  It was a hot one, but we didn't let that stop us.  It was the farms second day of picking, so we had lots and lots to chose from.  We went to a section that wasn't picked yet for the day and settled in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chose our row of berry plants and started picking.  When I put Drew down he was looking around, trying to figure out what we were doing.  I moved some of the leaves to reveal the red, ripe strawberries and he dove right in by pointing and picking leaves (yeah, leaves).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so much fun trying to show Drew how to pick a strawberry, he just kept going after the leaves since they were on top.  He did however pick one strawberry before he realized it was much easier to take a strawberry from Grammies container and put it in Mommy's container.  That just made us chuckle.  There was some taste testing going on too, but Drew's still not too sure if he likes strawberry's.  Also, there was a lot of squishing berries too, but hey, its all part of the learning process!  We did take them with us to show Daddy&lt;br /&gt;what we did (besides picking the berries).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we did so well at the strawberry patch, we went for ice cream after words.  What a perfect Saturday we had!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TA47TjjV2OI/AAAAAAAAEF8/oDdjpzihCWE/s1600/drew3+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TA47TjjV2OI/AAAAAAAAEF8/oDdjpzihCWE/s320/drew3+010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480383003703498978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-2078703929570776255?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/2078703929570776255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=2078703929570776255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/2078703929570776255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/2078703929570776255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/06/strawberry-fields.html' title='Strawberry Fields'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TA45tNNdIwI/AAAAAAAAEF0/P9U1aKGk13k/s72-c/drew3+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-7579038529204335823</id><published>2010-06-07T06:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T12:11:28.860-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Water Works</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TAw9SSM_suI/AAAAAAAAEFk/Q8DEttq8M3s/s1600/drew052410-060610+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479822230936335074" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 214px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TAw9SSM_suI/AAAAAAAAEFk/Q8DEttq8M3s/s320/drew052410-060610+015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have a little sprinkler/pool in our back yard for those hot days.  Yeah, the water is freezing cold out of the hose, but that doesn't stop the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew will run in and out of the water shooting up from the edges, while he splashes in the pool area in the middle (with help from mommy or daddy to, splashing all together) or he'll move his outside toys into the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy I stumbled on this find last year at the store.  We never took in out of the box last year, but this year its used as much as possible.  I was thinking about a little pool for Drew too, but this works just fine with amount of in and out he does and we don't have to worry about his foot hitting the side of the pool and falls (he falls enough without the help of the pool).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you stop by on a hot day and we don't answer the door, we are out back playing in the water.  Come join us!!  Drew loves to be outside no matter what the weather is like, but it sure helps to have some relief for him when its boiling out there (and us with a little splash here and there).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TAw8tQQnweI/AAAAAAAAEFc/5h-zddoWZlo/s1600/drew052410-060610+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479821594759512546" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TAw8tQQnweI/AAAAAAAAEFc/5h-zddoWZlo/s320/drew052410-060610+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-7579038529204335823?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/7579038529204335823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=7579038529204335823&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/7579038529204335823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/7579038529204335823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/06/water-works.html' title='Water Works'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TAw9SSM_suI/AAAAAAAAEFk/Q8DEttq8M3s/s72-c/drew052410-060610+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-340892780709712507</id><published>2010-06-04T06:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T06:24:00.821-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><title type='text'>Next Accomplishment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TAhH0oamnEI/AAAAAAAAEFU/boLY_1tgXcc/s1600/climber.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478707916223978562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TAhH0oamnEI/AAAAAAAAEFU/boLY_1tgXcc/s400/climber.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last week I had asked what was the next thing Drew would accomplish and we received our answer shortly after.  He can climb up now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He can't climb on the couch yet, but if there was something under him to give him an extra umph up, he could do it.  If a pillow or something was there, he'd be up on the couch in seconds.  The first thing he climbed on with no assistance was our coffee table, then his rocking chair and finally our end table.  The end table had assistance, the back of his toddler couch, but he climbed up there all by himself several times in a row starring at Jeff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for me, this is the scariest phase so far.  People told me that when he became mobile, watch out!  I don't mind the walking, trying to run or being able to push himself on his outside toys, its the climbing that scares me.  I'm worried to leave him in a room by himself (especially the living room with all the climbable stuff) for a few seconds and who knows what he can climb up on and get hurt by falling off of in that split moment.  But, I do leave the room and see what he does.  So far, so good....but how long will that last before he gets brave enough to do his stunts without anyone around?!?!?!  Oh, bother!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-340892780709712507?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/340892780709712507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=340892780709712507&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/340892780709712507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/340892780709712507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/06/next-accomplishment.html' title='Next Accomplishment'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TAhH0oamnEI/AAAAAAAAEFU/boLY_1tgXcc/s72-c/climber.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-7522994228890498573</id><published>2010-06-03T06:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T12:13:50.887-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ally'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>A Day of Firsts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;We had a great time last weekend.  We never made it to Vermont to see family, but that was post-poned due to a graduation party we will attend in a couple of weeks with the same family.  So, we decided to combine the visits together!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday we went to the antique tractor show and after we traveled a little north to visit my in-laws parents camp.  The camp is located in a quite little hill town where its just far enough away and a nice place to relax.  There is also a lake within walking distance to the camp too, so we were told to bring Drew's swim gear and we did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, Drew had a lot of "first" experience's and it was a blast to watch him go through each one.  Let' s walk through each one together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First time on a ride!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TAb_9EZj_dI/AAAAAAAAEFM/JzEKE3kmYRU/s1600/drew052410-053010+219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478347421360848338" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TAb_9EZj_dI/AAAAAAAAEFM/JzEKE3kmYRU/s320/drew052410-053010+219.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the tractor show, there were horse back rides, a hay ride, and the ride that we went on.  It was a tractor, pulling a long line of barrels cut out to look like cows.  There was a tiny seat and just enough room for the both of us to fit inside.  They even had a cow bell inside for us to ring.  The tractor brought us by the big tractors and around the field area.  It was great!  Drew kept pointing at things while we rode by and had a smile plastered on his face when ever he saw something that interested him.  As we approached the end of the ride, he even pointed out his Daddy and Grandpy to me.  It was so much fun seeing him enjoy himself on the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First time on a real tractor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TAb_tVDPr7I/AAAAAAAAEFE/y4pNlBJwLeo/s1600/drew052410-053010+242.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478347150952738738" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 214px; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TAb_tVDPr7I/AAAAAAAAEFE/y4pNlBJwLeo/s320/drew052410-053010+242.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the tractor/cow ride, we brought Drew over to the tractors where all the kids were climbing on.  As we walked towards the machines, he was kicking his feet (Jeff was caring him) and pointed while making the vroom, vroom sound.  He was in heaven sitting up on the big seat, pulling on the gears, moving the steering wheel and making his sound effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First Tattoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TAb_glkGp7I/AAAAAAAAEE8/_xrGPuZ6GLA/s1600/drew052410-053010+250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478346932047226802" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TAb_glkGp7I/AAAAAAAAEE8/_xrGPuZ6GLA/s320/drew052410-053010+250.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As we were leaving the fair, we were walking by the face paining/glitter tattoo booth.  I knew a face painting experience would not go well, but agreed on a glitter tattoo (since my FIL so wanted Drew to get one).  We picked out the paw print since Drew loves "Blue's Clues" and asked for blue glitter.  Once the women started the tattoo, Drew flipped out.  You would have thought we were back at the doctors office for an ear check-up.  He was squirming and crying all while this wonderful lady was patiently holding his arm (with Jeff's assistance), placing the stencil, the sticky stuff and the glitter on his arm.  The end result was great and Drew realized after all that he had a "clue" on his arm.  He was excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First time in a lake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TAb_UMjiPXI/AAAAAAAAEE0/USVDcQYxJC8/s1600/drew052410-053010+269.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478346719175523698" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 214px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TAb_UMjiPXI/AAAAAAAAEE0/USVDcQYxJC8/s320/drew052410-053010+269.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We made it up to Goshen for our visit.  We changed Drew into his swim gear and headed to the water.  At first he watched Ally walk along the little dock and jump off and so he wanted to do the same thing immediately after her.  We didn't allow him to do that of course, but we did let him walk into the water and splash.  At one point he wanted to just walk out to where Ally was, fearlessly going into the water with no regards of the danger, but that never happened.  Jeff at one point help glide him along the top of the water to have him "swim" and Drew never took his eyes off of Ally.  The water was freezing, but he didn't care.  He was loving it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-7522994228890498573?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/7522994228890498573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=7522994228890498573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/7522994228890498573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/7522994228890498573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-of-firsts.html' title='A Day of Firsts'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TAb_9EZj_dI/AAAAAAAAEFM/JzEKE3kmYRU/s72-c/drew052410-053010+219.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-3551277544744868219</id><published>2010-06-02T11:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T11:14:02.523-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless'/><title type='text'>Wordless Weds - What's this do?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TAZ1GVZSs4I/AAAAAAAAEEs/TjtrqUcrrBE/s1600/drew052410-053010+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478194748425679746" style="DISPLAY: block; 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float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TAUbaInc20I/AAAAAAAAEEU/ShUnNqmj_gc/s320/goodnight-moon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477814657569577794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While Drew plays in his room, I walk in to see what he's up too.  He's usually playing with his stuffed animals, toys or foam blocks.  Books are all over the place since he pulls them off the shelve once he's up for the day, but that's ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit in the middle of his floor, indian style.  Ask him if he wants me to read him a book while I tap my thigh for him to come on over.  He looks all over for this one particular book, he grabs it from where ever it landed and climbs on my lap while handing me the book.  The first book in this routine is always, Goodnight Moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew will sit there while I get through the book, while he helps turn the pages and points things out to me.  After we are done with that one, he gets up and searches for the next one.  The second one, now-a-days is a toss up between his truck book or the one about the tractor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes my heart all warm and fuzzy how he climbs on my lap, fits just right with my legs crossed, sits with full attention on the words in the book while I read to him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-1815518935492886693?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/1815518935492886693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=1815518935492886693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/1815518935492886693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/1815518935492886693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/06/book-love.html' title='Book Love'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TAUbaInc20I/AAAAAAAAEEU/ShUnNqmj_gc/s72-c/goodnight-moon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-1705655183494217282</id><published>2010-05-31T07:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T07:59:00.336-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Happy Memorial Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TAGqXB3PZMI/AAAAAAAAEEM/1X8JlLXe0h4/s1600/memorialday1910s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476845934473077954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TAGqXB3PZMI/AAAAAAAAEEM/1X8JlLXe0h4/s320/memorialday1910s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-1705655183494217282?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/1705655183494217282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=1705655183494217282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/1705655183494217282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/1705655183494217282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/05/happy-memorial-day.html' title='Happy Memorial Day!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TAGqXB3PZMI/AAAAAAAAEEM/1X8JlLXe0h4/s72-c/memorialday1910s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-1183797806846106488</id><published>2010-05-28T05:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T05:16:00.176-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><title type='text'>With Such Ease</title><content type='html'>Jeff and I commented the other night, how easy Drew makes it look to stand up from the ground, with no help.  This is a no brainier for me and you, but for someone who is just learning all this stuff, its an amazing task.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S_8Mg8aXvQI/AAAAAAAAEEE/TbJ0SOYp7gw/s1600/drew051710-052310+091.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476109432017894658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S_8Mg8aXvQI/AAAAAAAAEEE/TbJ0SOYp7gw/s320/drew051710-052310+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Drew did learn to walk first before he could stand on his own, but he was definitely standing up with help at that time.  Using everyone's legs, reaching up for hands or pulling himself up on furniture was his means of standing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S_8MYa4SFhI/AAAAAAAAED8/EtUjGg0PACk/s1600/drew051710-052310+092.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476109285577594386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S_8MYa4SFhI/AAAAAAAAED8/EtUjGg0PACk/s320/drew051710-052310+092.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But now-a-days, as you watch the big/little guy, its amazing how easy he makes it look.  It seems like he doesn't even have to think about it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S_8MPxT7rfI/AAAAAAAAED0/zfFIe9OUMDA/s1600/drew051710-052310+093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476109136980323826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S_8MPxT7rfI/AAAAAAAAED0/zfFIe9OUMDA/s320/drew051710-052310+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are times though that he may lose his balance because he's not thinking about, he just pops right up and wants to go, go, go.  But if he falls (sometimes he can catch himself), he'll smile and get right back up and continue on his mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S_8MFq3ZEII/AAAAAAAAEDs/-sNUtz2nT0U/s1600/drew051710-052310+094.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476108963451310210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S_8MFq3ZEII/AAAAAAAAEDs/-sNUtz2nT0U/s320/drew051710-052310+094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What's next on this guys list to check off?  Climbing by himself?  Opening round door knobs?  Or feeding himself using a spoon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-1183797806846106488?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/1183797806846106488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=1183797806846106488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/1183797806846106488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/1183797806846106488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/05/with-such-ease.html' title='With Such Ease'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S_8Mg8aXvQI/AAAAAAAAEEE/TbJ0SOYp7gw/s72-c/drew051710-052310+091.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-2162948489002795792</id><published>2010-05-27T12:22:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T13:05:44.466-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Having Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'>Busy, But Great Weekend Planned</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S_6mB4Wlz9I/AAAAAAAAEDk/-FJ0w9wZjEI/s1600/open_road.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S_6mB4Wlz9I/AAAAAAAAEDk/-FJ0w9wZjEI/s320/open_road.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475996748166320082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't wait until the weekend rolls around.  Its a long weekend for Memorial Day and the weather should be decent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, we may head up north for a drive through Vermont to visit some family.  We haven't seen Jeff's aunt and uncle since summer of last year, so its an over due visit.  We are only going to go for the day so there are no worries of where to sleep or they having to accommodate us with a night time routine with Drew.  My FIL is still debating if we should call ahead or just show up.  I'm leaning towards calling ahead since I don't want to drive all that way and they not be home for some reason.  It won't be too fun to just turn around with a one year old in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, I found an antique tractor show in a near by farm town.  I thought about Drew's new found interested in the machines and thought this would be a perfect way to spend a Sunday afternoon.  Also, there will be a petting zoo, hay rides, farmers market, tag sales and so much more at the same location.  And the best part, its FREE!  So, that should be a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Monday we will hit some tag sales and end up at the mall.  We have to get some things at the mall (for fathers day crafts) so, we have to make that happen over the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to fill in the "down time" with some rest and relaxation.  Woo-hoo for long weekends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-2162948489002795792?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/2162948489002795792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=2162948489002795792&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/2162948489002795792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/2162948489002795792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/05/busy-but-great-weekend-planned.html' title='Busy, But Great Weekend Planned'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S_6mB4Wlz9I/AAAAAAAAEDk/-FJ0w9wZjEI/s72-c/open_road.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-1216958413743896535</id><published>2010-05-26T06:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T06:57:00.705-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless'/><title type='text'>Wordless Weds - Fun For Fifity Cents</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S_xzVoq19nI/AAAAAAAAEDc/upJWSjCPcsI/s1600/grammieMayDrew+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475378062507243122" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S_sYHvR0eFI/AAAAAAAAEC8/oEXS35yhnqA/s320/drew051710-052310+010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A few years ago, way before Drew was born, we gave my niece Ally a motorized John Deere Tractor for her birthday.  Her dad loves the green machines, so we thought it was appropriate to give Ally her very own tractor.  Well, the plan didn't go so well since she was afraid of the movement while sitting on the tractor while it was in motion.  She didn't mind hitting the petal and walking along with the tractor, just don't put her in the drivers seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward 3 years later, and the tractor found a new home, with us!  It was set up in Drews room, all set and batteries charged.  He went straight for it and loved to touch it and wanted to climb on it right away.  So, Jeff placed him in the seat and started to show Drew where the petal was to make it move.  Drew's foot touched the petal, but barely covered it to give it enough umph to make it go anywhere.  But, Jeff kept showing him that the tractor could move and each time his smile got bigger and bigger.  They were having so much fun, the games had to be moved into the living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in the living room, there was plenty of room to move around.  Jeff showed Drew all the buttons to make the flashers work, make the engine start and beep the horn.  Drew was loving it.  The best part was cruising along the living room floor.  I lost count how many times Jeff would press the gas petal, drove Drew across the living room only to back it up and start over again.  It was so much fun watching the boys play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of times Drew got the concept of pressing the gas petal and reaching it to make the tractor move.  He would fly past us all and crash (lightly) into the couch or entrainment system.  It was hilarious, I couldn't stop laughing out of excitement while watching Drew's face light up with wonder because he was on a moving tractor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the tractor is outside in our shed.  Every time the shed is open and that green and yellow are seen by Mr. Drew, he runs right over to it and touches it.  He wants to have it out in the yard so he can play!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S_sX9U0OrfI/AAAAAAAAEC0/vBWjSLLa_XA/s1600/drew051710-052310+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474996114326203890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S_sX9U0OrfI/AAAAAAAAEC0/vBWjSLLa_XA/s320/drew051710-052310+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-804839800093615494?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/804839800093615494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=804839800093615494&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/804839800093615494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/804839800093615494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/05/speaking-of-tractor.html' title='Speaking Of A Tractor'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S_sYHvR0eFI/AAAAAAAAEC8/oEXS35yhnqA/s72-c/drew051710-052310+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-6641801761801658142</id><published>2010-05-24T11:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T12:33:26.710-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><title type='text'>McCrays Farm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S_nI6OSRLUI/AAAAAAAAECs/KBIxHDLEQLQ/s1600/grammie.may+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474627724638235970" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 320px; height: 240px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S_nI6OSRLUI/AAAAAAAAECs/KBIxHDLEQLQ/s320/grammie.may+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last weekend, it was beautiful outside.  It was a Saturday and we had planned a mothers day outing.  Usually we go to a beach town on the east coast to explore.  We had planned on going to a state park in CT with mom, Drew and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last minute, Drew was having a hard time sleeping (more then usual) and I was exhausted (more then usual).  I couldn't see myself driving an hour away from home, spend time walking around in the sun and drive back home.  So, we decided to adjust our plans and stick around home to explore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do miss seeing the ocean, but I was so happy we chose to change our plans and explore  things in our area with Drew.  We went to some tag sales and found an adorable country store that I've driven by countless times but never stopped in.  After that, went to lunch at a deli on a farm, stopped by Drew's day care who is expanding to a new site for preschool and ended up at a petting zoo/homemade ice cream/farm that Drew never has seen.  I've been there many times, but I couldn't wait to get there for Drew to see all the animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first stop at the farm was for ice cream.  They have a little sit down area inside with booths so customers can eat their treats.  Drew decided to help himself to Grammies ice cream with his spoon.  He was having a blast dipping his spoon into her gooey ice cream and getting it all over himself.  After he was cleaning up, we headed outside to the petting zoo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew walked right up with me to the animals and just stared up at the llamas, goats and cows.  He even wanted to touch them, so I helped him out with petting their noses.  He just watched while mommy fed the animals too, he didn't want a part of that thought.  Once we looked at all the animals, we made it to the end of the line where there is an old retired tractor for kids to play on.  As soon as noticed that, be made a bee-line towards the old machine.  He was loving it, hitting the tires, walking all around it, pulling on the motor parts and making his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vroom&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vroom&lt;/span&gt; sound effects.  I think he liked the tractor more then the animals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was such a great day!  I am so happy we stuck around and explored the farm towns near us for new things to do with Drew.  What a great way to spend a belated mothers day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S_nIOY-A9ZI/AAAAAAAAECc/nv6hThmfK7k/s1600/grammie.may+031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474626971591832978" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S_nIOY-A9ZI/AAAAAAAAECc/nv6hThmfK7k/s320/grammie.may+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-6641801761801658142?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/6641801761801658142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=6641801761801658142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/6641801761801658142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/6641801761801658142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/05/mccrays-farm.html' title='McCrays Farm'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S_nI6OSRLUI/AAAAAAAAECs/KBIxHDLEQLQ/s72-c/grammie.may+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-1315937297796097058</id><published>2010-05-21T19:54:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T19:59:16.062-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><title type='text'>Mural Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S_cdUNig7yI/AAAAAAAAECU/llnk1mH7-OY/s1600/mural.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473876105161142050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S_cdUNig7yI/AAAAAAAAECU/llnk1mH7-OY/s320/mural.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I've been working on the mural here and there.  I've worked on the grass, hill around Winnie's doorway and the sky (not in the picture).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done a second layer on all the green (of course, not pictured) and I'm hoping to do one more and wispy grass, then that would be all done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of detail work left, the rest of the log, the door way, clouds and of course Pooh himself.  I'm leaving Pooh until the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and of course the lettering in the paper pinned up to the doorway is left too.  I won't get much done this weekend since its a busy time at work, but maybe next weekend I'll get to it.  We'll see!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-1315937297796097058?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/1315937297796097058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=1315937297796097058&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/1315937297796097058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/1315937297796097058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/05/mural-update.html' title='Mural Update'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S_cdUNig7yI/AAAAAAAAECU/llnk1mH7-OY/s72-c/mural.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-2661832263207126829</id><published>2010-05-20T06:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T06:21:00.652-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><title type='text'>Sick Little Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S_SA1sWICYI/AAAAAAAAECM/P622SulAQRw/s1600/drew041210-041810+344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473141107087378818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S_SA1sWICYI/AAAAAAAAECM/P622SulAQRw/s320/drew041210-041810+344.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe I'm not the brightest, or quickest mom to figure out that my son decided to have a mild reaction to his 1 year shots that he had two weeks ago, but I just assumed he would be fine after all the other appointments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me explain.  Back on May 10th, Drew had his one year check up.  He had three shots, one for the Chicken Pox, MMR and Hepatitis.  Two went into his left leg and the other in his left arm.  The next day, I took off his band-aids and didn't notice anything wrong around the shot area so I thought we were in the clear.  I knew that it usually takes 2 weeks for the immunizations to kick in, but I just assumed if there was something to show up on his skin, it would be right away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fast forward, two weeks later.  I noticed a thik red line with two bumps on Drew's leg.  Now, I assumed the mark was from a toy or book falling on his leg since he likes to sit under his bookshelf and pull all the books down on himself.  I just assumed it was a self inflicted welt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Tuesday night, he had a very messy diaper, messier then usual but I thought there was a bug going around or maybe a reaction from teething (since he's getting his 4th molar in at the moment).  Weds I received a phone call from day care that Drew has a 100.3 fever and I should come pick him up.  On my way to get him, I thought for a split second, could this be from his shots?  Then I quickly dismissed it and thought it was from teething again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Weds night rolled around and a Facebook friend said that her daughter is feeling the same way (and they got their shots on the same day).  Bingo!!  She helped figure out that my son is having a mild reaction to his shots, oh I feel like a horrible mother! I know I thought of it for a split second but I dismissed the idea that it was teething.  It just makes me feel like I'm going to get called into the bosses office and get spoken too for not taking care of the precious cargo, like I'm careless or something. I read up on the handouts I was given at his pediatrics office and the symptoms he's having (I'm assuming its the Chicken Pox shot since it was in his leg, don't think its to the Hepatitis shot) happens in 1 and every 7th child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm now relived to know what's going on with the little guy and we can handle the situation accordingly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-2661832263207126829?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/2661832263207126829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=2661832263207126829&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/2661832263207126829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/2661832263207126829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/05/sick-little-guy.html' title='Sick Little Guy'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S_SA1sWICYI/AAAAAAAAECM/P622SulAQRw/s72-c/drew041210-041810+344.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-960704657623270368</id><published>2010-05-19T06:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T06:23:00.294-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless'/><title type='text'>Wordless Weds - Drew Casserole For Supper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S_MwobjzteI/AAAAAAAAECE/E802BwkQpDw/s1600/drew051010-051610+016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472771443336132066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S_MwobjzteI/AAAAAAAAECE/E802BwkQpDw/s320/drew051010-051610+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S_Mwgrxyv0I/AAAAAAAAEB8/mX72GA0QeMY/s1600/drew051010-051610+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472771310250803010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S_Mwgrxyv0I/AAAAAAAAEB8/mX72GA0QeMY/s320/drew051010-051610+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S_Mv_DgNTDI/AAAAAAAAEBs/NSB8LhGKdKs/s1600/drew051010-051610+022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472770732503944242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S_Mv_DgNTDI/AAAAAAAAEBs/NSB8LhGKdKs/s320/drew051010-051610+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-960704657623270368?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/960704657623270368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=960704657623270368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/960704657623270368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/960704657623270368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/05/wordless-weds-drew-casserole-for-supper.html' title='Wordless Weds - Drew Casserole For Supper'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S_MwobjzteI/AAAAAAAAECE/E802BwkQpDw/s72-c/drew051010-051610+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-8932908955433320996</id><published>2010-05-18T11:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T11:40:00.827-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><title type='text'>Afraid, No More</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S_HbTqxYGqI/AAAAAAAAEBk/wAe1ABiy2gs/s1600/drew051010-051610+050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472396153177250466" style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left; width: 214px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S_HbTqxYGqI/AAAAAAAAEBk/wAe1ABiy2gs/s320/drew051010-051610+050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Drew has mastered many of his toys.  He know to push buttons, he understands moving a car/truck along the floor and make a vroom vroom sound, he learned to crash blocks when they are stacked up high like Godzilla would attack a building and can throw a ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's only had one toy that frightened him when he was younger (around Christmas time), but now he loves it.  It is one of the fisher price toys where you hit a button and it shoots plastic, colorful balls in the air only to fall into a tray and roll back into the vacuum area to only shoot back up in the air.  Drew wasn't afraid of the ball, it was the vacuum sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We worked with Drew, holding him in our lap while we would play with his toy.  He would panic a little, but we just showed him that everything was ok.  Eventually one day, he crawled up to it, hit the button and loved it ever sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the toy is stationed in his room (we used to have to hide it behind a chair in the living room since he would just stare at it, making sure it wouldn't move) and he loves to walk up to it, hit the button and push the ball back into the vacuum suction area.  Also, once the wind hits his hair, he smiles big and shakes his head, almost in slow motion.  Its too funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's still afraid of the household vacuum, the little bubble machine for the bathtub or anything else that makes that sort of sound.  But, he's figured out that his ball machine is no big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its amazing to see how much he's grown into himself and taking on these new adventures to learn about things all around him.  What's next? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-8932908955433320996?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/8932908955433320996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=8932908955433320996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/8932908955433320996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/8932908955433320996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/05/afraid-no-more.html' title='Afraid, No More'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S_HbTqxYGqI/AAAAAAAAEBk/wAe1ABiy2gs/s72-c/drew051010-051610+050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-5268350889011953687</id><published>2010-05-17T19:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T20:03:09.413-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random Thoughts'/><title type='text'>If you could go anywhere?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S_HZMsBrzDI/AAAAAAAAEBc/tVCM3LyR4Aw/s1600/128837451_5805027e4b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472393834231745586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S_HZMsBrzDI/AAAAAAAAEBc/tVCM3LyR4Aw/s320/128837451_5805027e4b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was walking, by myself for a moment at work the other day, walking back to my office from getting lunch and thought to myself, if I could pick anywhere in the world to go, where would I chose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, first I would ask...can we have a two part question? Then I'd say.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I could pick anywhere in the world I haven't been, I would chose Italy. I would love to see the beautiful city and soak in all the breath-taking views of the city. I would chose to see the sites on a gondola boat, snap pictures while I was whisked through the aquatic city. Can you imagine exploring all that the lovely place has in store? Then after exploring on a gondola, explore all the beautiful old structures all over the country. Oh, the possibilities are endless!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other part of the question I would say, if I had to chose anywhere I've been to go back, it would be Hawaii. I loved to see Oahu and it was awesome to visit the big Islands volcano, but I want to explore the less crowded islands like Kauai or Maui. I day dream often of what could be found on those islands, a breath-taking water fall, a wonderful path to hike upon or a nice hammock on a quite beach. Ahhh, the possibilities of relaxation!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, what would your pics be? The place you want to see and the place you want to go back too??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-5268350889011953687?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/5268350889011953687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=5268350889011953687&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/5268350889011953687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/5268350889011953687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-you-could-go-anywhere.html' title='If you could go anywhere?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S_HZMsBrzDI/AAAAAAAAEBc/tVCM3LyR4Aw/s72-c/128837451_5805027e4b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-9047609641577019883</id><published>2010-05-13T11:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T11:32:00.202-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favorite Things'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Having Fun'/><title type='text'>A to Z</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S-wX6n6Le5I/AAAAAAAAEBE/NSmmup-lOkM/s1600/skd186534sdc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S-wX6n6Le5I/AAAAAAAAEBE/NSmmup-lOkM/s320/skd186534sdc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470773943261166482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Georgia,Times,serif;font-size:small;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;font-size:13;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;Stolen from &lt;a href="http://scenicoverlook.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shelly&lt;/a&gt; and thought I'd share my A-Z list!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Georgia,Times,serif;font-size:small;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;font-size:13;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Georgia,Times,serif;font-size:small;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;font-size:13;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px;font-family:Georgia,Times,serif;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;a. area code: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;413&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;b. bed size: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;King (I wouldn't have it any other way)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;c. chore you hate:&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; ironing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;d. dog's name: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;none in the household yet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;e. essential "start of the day" item: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;cup of tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;f. favorite color:  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;purple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;g. gold or silver:  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;silver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;h. height: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;on my licence 5'5 but in real life 5'4 1/2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i. instruments you play: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;um, none &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;j. job:&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;administrator at a college in Western MA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;k. kids: &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;one and 1/2 (Drew and Zack, my step-son) boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;l. living arrangements:&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Me, Husband, Drew, FIL and a room for Zack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px;font-family:Georgia,Times,serif;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;m. mom's name: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Leta (Lee)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;n. nickname:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maggie &amp;amp; Mandy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;o. overnight hospital stay:&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;only to give birth to Drew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://scenicoverlook.blogspot.com/2006/10/one-week-later-birth-story.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;p. pet peeve:  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;people chewing gum very loudly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;q. quote from movie:  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;sorry, can't think of any at the moment (mommy brain)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;r. righty or lefty:  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;righty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;s. siblings:  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;only child &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;t. time you wake up:  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;whenever Drew lets me know its time to get up (usually 5:30am-6am)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;u. underwear:  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;all the time and clean (since you never know what will happen, thanks mom)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;v. vegetables you dislike:  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;squash, egg plant and zucchini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;w. ways or reasons you are late&lt;/b&gt;:  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;other people holding me up, and I hate to be late!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;x. x-rays:&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt; recently for dental work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:Georgia,Times,serif;font-size:small;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;font-size:13;" &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;y. yummy food you make:  &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;chocolate chip cookies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;z. zoo animals you like: &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;all of them, how can you not love 'em all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href="http://scenicoverlook.blogspot.com/2010/04/dilemma.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-9047609641577019883?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/9047609641577019883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=9047609641577019883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/9047609641577019883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/9047609641577019883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/05/to-z.html' title='A to Z'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S-wX6n6Le5I/AAAAAAAAEBE/NSmmup-lOkM/s72-c/skd186534sdc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-440218562129282673</id><published>2010-05-12T05:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T05:55:00.603-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless'/><title type='text'>Wordless Weds - Learning How To Splash In A Puddle</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S-dSE-WtQZI/AAAAAAAAEAU/cqFXrU9-I_I/s1600/drew050310-050910+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469430517875949970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S-dSE-WtQZI/AAAAAAAAEAU/cqFXrU9-I_I/s320/drew050310-050910+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-440218562129282673?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/440218562129282673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=440218562129282673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/440218562129282673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/440218562129282673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/05/wordless-weds-learning-how-to-splash-in.html' title='Wordless Weds - Learning How To Splash In A Puddle'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S-dSE-WtQZI/AAAAAAAAEAU/cqFXrU9-I_I/s72-c/drew050310-050910+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-5973265380993673824</id><published>2010-05-11T11:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T11:35:54.954-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><title type='text'>1 Year Check-Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S-imlUIFAaI/AAAAAAAAEA8/jzvQCQC2B6Y/s1600/drew050310-050910+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469804907429429666" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 320px; height: 214px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S-imlUIFAaI/AAAAAAAAEA8/jzvQCQC2B6Y/s320/drew050310-050910+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My little boy had his one year check up yesterday.  I know its a few weeks late, but hey that's the doctors office schedule for ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the apt, while waiting for the doctor, Drew had to explore the exam room.  No problem, until he realized the door had a doorknob that he could open.  Its the same doorknob they have at daycare, where he can enter the back office area where he's not suppost to be.  Its the long knob that has to be pushed down to open the door, yup that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, once Drew realized that he could stand on his tip, tip toes he could escape.  There was no way of keeping that boy in the exam room until the doctor arrived.  Once the door opened, he wanted to strut his stuff up and down the hall way (in nothing but a diaper might I add).  He was talking, walking (trying to walk really fast) and smiling at all the nurses at the nurses station.  It was pretty cute, but also trying to keep in out of the way of others was a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, once the doctor came in there were no more attempts for the door.  Drew had a great check-up, the doctor says he's developing wonderfully in all areas.  He is finally back on the charts with his height and weight (he was so tall and the weight corresponded with the height that he was off the charts for a couple of check-ups).  Drew is in the 98th percentile for his height at 31 3/4 inches.  He is at the 90th percentile with his weight at 27.5lbs.  I have a tall, solid little boy.  Nothing wrong with that!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was time for the shots.  He had to get 3 and 2 were the ones that hurt once the injection went in (the chicken pox and MMR shots).  He was not a happy camper, but once he was dressed and out of the exam room, he was feeling better.  The next check up will be in August for his 15 month apt (I know, a few weeks late on that one too), but I hope to report a clean bill of health then too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-5973265380993673824?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/5973265380993673824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=5973265380993673824&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/5973265380993673824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/5973265380993673824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/05/1-year-check-up.html' title='1 Year Check-Up'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S-imlUIFAaI/AAAAAAAAEA8/jzvQCQC2B6Y/s72-c/drew050310-050910+055.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-586255812920451436</id><published>2010-05-10T06:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T06:25:00.210-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><title type='text'>Lego Dumptruck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S-dS8yzaeyI/AAAAAAAAEAk/JJf6gwfgw0w/s1600/drew050310-050910+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469431476847803170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S-dS8yzaeyI/AAAAAAAAEAk/JJf6gwfgw0w/s320/drew050310-050910+076.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Drew received a massive lego mega block dump truck on his birthday.  When it was unwrapped, his eyes just lit up.  Once the party was done and it was time to play with all the toys, he loved discovering this new toy (of course along with everything else too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago, Drew discovered a new use for this awesome truck.  You know, besides being able to push it around while making truck sounds, caring his blocks (and other toys) or make a huge mess when he dumps out the toys from the back part of the truck.  Yes, he thinks is a sit-on, push toy.  Yup, my son discovered this the other day when the back of the dump truck was lifted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a quite evening at in our household, Drew was playing with his toys, we were all sitting in the living room periodically playing with him while he made his rounds to everyone then he stopped at his truck to play.  I happened to look over at him at one point and noticed him swinging his leg over the middle of the truck, sitting and trying to push himself across the room.  I was just amazed!  Then started laughing and got Jeff and my FIL's attention to look at what Mr. Wise Guy was doing! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he got his fill in of adventure on this new discovered toy, it was time to move onto the next thing.  Man oh man, he's got an imagination!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S-dSwYIBtzI/AAAAAAAAEAc/M_Q9Fr_GJnc/s1600/drew050310-050910+081.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469431263528073010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S-dSwYIBtzI/AAAAAAAAEAc/M_Q9Fr_GJnc/s320/drew050310-050910+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-586255812920451436?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/586255812920451436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=586255812920451436&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/586255812920451436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/586255812920451436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/05/lego-dumptruck.html' title='Lego Dumptruck'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S-dS8yzaeyI/AAAAAAAAEAk/JJf6gwfgw0w/s72-c/drew050310-050910+076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-4462904617502216494</id><published>2010-05-09T10:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T10:58:18.207-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holidays'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S-bNeNB_toI/AAAAAAAAEAM/W6bGMQN7ngI/s1600/bigstockphoto_Happy_Mother_s_Day_4723463.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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float: right; width: 240px; height: 320px;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S-C9uX1TDdI/AAAAAAAAEAE/K6Q3jfA9Hgc/s320/aprilgrammiedrew+150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Drew is a "trouble" maker at day care.  Its the innocent kind of trouble, the kind were you smile and shake your head and wonder where the heck did he learn that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves to steal pacifier's from the babies.  Now, keep in mind, Drew doesn't use one...hasn't since he was 3 months old.  He has one he plays with once-in-awhile at home, but that's about it.  He will either take them right from the younger kids mouths while reaching into the cribs or just from the cribs themselves.  Its one of those things that just makes you shake your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing, he doesn't like the infant room at day care any longer.  Its all about the Toddler room (or going into the office area where he's not suppost to be going in).  He bolts into the Toddler room as soon as I take off his coat in the morning and head for the  big kid toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Drew is now one of the oldest kids in the infant room (he is scheduled to move into the Toddler room at 15 months, or sooner if they can work on the timing of his nap), he has an influence on the younger kids and that he does.  There is a little boy named Rusty who is the next kid in line behind Drew.  Rusty has learned to crawl and follow Drew around, especially into the office space where he's not suppost to go (when the door is left open for a split second, those two are right there).  Also, Rusty has taken on a liking of stealing pacifiers from the babies.  I wonder where he learned that one from?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told day care that Drew is passing the reigns along to the next kid for when he moves into the "big kid" room, since Rusty does what Drew does!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-2732934344556307383?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/2732934344556307383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=2732934344556307383&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/2732934344556307383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/2732934344556307383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/05/follow-my-lead-kid.html' title='Follow My Leed Kid'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S-C9uX1TDdI/AAAAAAAAEAE/K6Q3jfA9Hgc/s72-c/aprilgrammiedrew+150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-1056128972562725019</id><published>2010-05-05T06:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T06:38:00.288-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wordless'/><title type='text'>Wordless Weds - Grandpa Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S94bGlU82wI/AAAAAAAAD_s/mO1P8Xy5dR0/s1600/drew042610-050210+042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466836797587512066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S94bGlU82wI/AAAAAAAAD_s/mO1P8Xy5dR0/s320/drew042610-050210+042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-1056128972562725019?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/1056128972562725019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=1056128972562725019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/1056128972562725019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/1056128972562725019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/05/wordless-weds-grandpa-love.html' title='Wordless Weds - Grandpa Love'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S94bGlU82wI/AAAAAAAAD_s/mO1P8Xy5dR0/s72-c/drew042610-050210+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-1057641199503737766</id><published>2010-05-04T06:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T06:15:00.305-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Having Fun'/><title type='text'>Steaming Hot in May</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S99nURqdWnI/AAAAAAAAD_8/gszTsOMQe8Y/s1600/aprilgrammiedrew+049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467202070687603314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S99nURqdWnI/AAAAAAAAD_8/gszTsOMQe8Y/s320/aprilgrammiedrew+049.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was H-O-T this past weekend.  Don't get me wrong, I'd rather have warm weather over snow any day, but Mother Nature didn't even give us a chance to go from winter to summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week we had cold and rainy days then all of a sudden we had hot humid weather. There definitely was no in between. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor little Drew is just like his daddy, becomes irritated and nothing can make him happy in this kind of weather.  It was so stuffy in the house, we had to go outside for some relief, but it was just as bad outside (so the AC's will be going in this week). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, we spent sometime outside in the morning, but we headed to the mall for some errands and it was good so Drew could cool down.  On Sunday though, we had to give the little guy two baths to help him cool down.  So, for the summer we are coming up with plans to have fun outside and out of the house so we aren't stuck in the house on hot, hot days.  We will have a sprinkler pad to play in, go to some museums, and play outside in the early or late of the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to imagine we are planning these things the first week in May!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S99nOrsQ2fI/AAAAAAAAD_0/-0RtZPcu9sk/s1600/aprilgrammiedrew+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467201974595279346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S99nOrsQ2fI/AAAAAAAAD_0/-0RtZPcu9sk/s320/aprilgrammiedrew+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-1057641199503737766?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/1057641199503737766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=1057641199503737766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/1057641199503737766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/1057641199503737766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/05/steaming-hot-in-may.html' title='Steaming Hot in May'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S99nURqdWnI/AAAAAAAAD_8/gszTsOMQe8Y/s72-c/aprilgrammiedrew+049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-907281166198676323</id><published>2010-05-03T05:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T20:24:57.882-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drew'/><title type='text'>12 and counting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S94Y0C3hmQI/AAAAAAAAD_k/7FEizq2AQKU/s1600/drew042610-050210+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466834280076384514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S94Y0C3hmQI/AAAAAAAAD_k/7FEizq2AQKU/s320/drew042610-050210+014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, my son is 12 months and two weeks old. Or he's 12 1/2&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S94Yd06eZdI/AAAAAAAAD_c/kcgefQQrZUw/s1600/drew042610-050210+014.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; months old. Sometimes I say he just turned one. I feel a little odd when people ask how old he is now-a-days (especially like yesterday when someone asked if he was two years old and I replied, no he just turned one).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do I continue with the month by month counting, but that seems a little odd (sorry to those who go by that after 12 months). But when he's 13, 14, 15 months old, do I say he turned one in April?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its strange how clothes continue to count in months, 12, 18 &amp;amp; 24 months along with toys. I find my self counting to myself trying to figure out when Drew would turn these many months to pin point the correct age category for his toys (forget clothes, he's already close to moving out of some of his 18 months clothes into 24 month ones, pictured here in 24 months PJ's).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm in this predicament. I don't want to have to keep counting in my head on how many months he is turning since we hit the one year mark, but is that what everyone knows? Would I have to say when he turns 15 months old in July to have the person asking understand that he turned ONE three months ago? Or can I just say, he turned one in April or he'll be a year and a half in October? What would you do/have done?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8822001033261138469-907281166198676323?l=myversionofthestory.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/feeds/907281166198676323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8822001033261138469&amp;postID=907281166198676323&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/907281166198676323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8822001033261138469/posts/default/907281166198676323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myversionofthestory.blogspot.com/2010/05/12-and-counting.html' title='12 and counting'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12764831629085215572</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/TCDl420HF0I/AAAAAAAAEIs/nJHNCIBv1EI/S220/232323232%257Ffp+87)nu%3D3238)7(9)435)WSNRCG%3D3348757272338nu0mrj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S94Y0C3hmQI/AAAAAAAAD_k/7FEizq2AQKU/s72-c/drew042610-050210+014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8822001033261138469.post-5350323587486839436</id><published>2010-04-29T06:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T06:01:27.094-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Projects'/><title type='text'>Mural Project - Day 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S9jVoh6gPkI/AAAAAAAAD_U/h169zRhcYoI/s1600/mural.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465353040089333314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4QUjB1JmnY8/S9jVoh6gPkI/AAAAAAAAD_U/h169zRhcYoI/s320/mural.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I see the light at the end of the tunnel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to work on the mural this weekend, wohoo!  I'm feeling good that I'll get this project done before the summer (then I can get outside and do some yard work).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's left is the grass and hill (the green you see is the first coat of "grass &amp;amp; leaves"), the wood around Pooh Bears doorway, the background sky, the rest of the bark on his log, Pooh's fur and the note in the doorway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to put Drew's birth information on the note pinned in the doorway (you know, his bday, weight, height, length and time he was born).  Also, I started doing the detail in the bark on the log Winnie is resting on and stumbled across a great idea.  Since the bark detail is swirly, I will add Drew's close relatives zodiac symbols into the bark and make it a sort of family tree.  When I showed Jeff and my FIL this on the log (the one's I started with), they couldn't see it too well.  I explained that it's suppost to blend and those who know its there will be able to spot them.  Once I have the rest of the clan in there, I'll try and share a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel really good about what I was able to accomplish this weekend.  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