<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31767201</id><updated>2009-11-17T14:11:27.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom in Boyland</title><subtitle type='html'>A journal of our lives (since I'm not much of a scrapbooker)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godzwafam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31767201/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godzwafam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31767201/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06932579725861343758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31767201.post-3164572051812365989</id><published>2009-05-20T20:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T20:40:16.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More than One</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mike was out of town last week.  But no fear... we got to talk a few times on Skype.  It's so great to live in the 21st century.  Getting to not only to talk to Daddy but also see him and show him things made Sam, Levi and Nate's day more than once this week.  Too bad Mike can't change diapers long distance. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/ShSg4dKEUkI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/8TQBsWLVzA4/s1600-h/IMG_6510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/ShSg4dKEUkI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/8TQBsWLVzA4/s400/IMG_6510.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338068350100853314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had friends Anita, Franklyn, Symon and Elsa over on Friday.  Nate and Elsa have become fast friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/ShSg3-SwGxI/AAAAAAAAA2I/hOo2fKNOuR4/s1600-h/IMG_6515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/ShSg3-SwGxI/AAAAAAAAA2I/hOo2fKNOuR4/s400/IMG_6515.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338068341815778066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam is entering this photo in a contest his school is putting on called "Get Caught Reading".  Notice the title of the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/ShSg3iZyA5I/AAAAAAAAA2A/SnTR1IUY5bE/s1600-h/IMG_6534.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/ShSg3iZyA5I/AAAAAAAAA2A/SnTR1IUY5bE/s400/IMG_6534.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338068334329070482" /&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/31767201-3164572051812365989?l=godzwafam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godzwafam.blogspot.com/feeds/3164572051812365989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31767201&amp;postID=3164572051812365989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31767201/posts/default/3164572051812365989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31767201/posts/default/3164572051812365989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godzwafam.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-than-one.html' title='More than One'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06932579725861343758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06877822241264464706'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/ShSg4dKEUkI/AAAAAAAAA2Q/8TQBsWLVzA4/s72-c/IMG_6510.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31767201.post-1624030430051786336</id><published>2009-05-13T23:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T23:34:26.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SguRE-OuRZI/AAAAAAAAA14/o26s51QMAUM/s1600-h/IMG_6504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SguRE-OuRZI/AAAAAAAAA14/o26s51QMAUM/s400/IMG_6504.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335517698160739730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Levi and Nate applaud each other after their own rousing rendition of "the Wheels on the Bus" at lunchtime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31767201-1624030430051786336?l=godzwafam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godzwafam.blogspot.com/feeds/1624030430051786336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31767201&amp;postID=1624030430051786336' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31767201/posts/default/1624030430051786336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31767201/posts/default/1624030430051786336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godzwafam.blogspot.com/2009/05/levi-and-nate-applaud-each-other-after.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06932579725861343758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06877822241264464706'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SguRE-OuRZI/AAAAAAAAA14/o26s51QMAUM/s72-c/IMG_6504.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31767201.post-811191314381594463</id><published>2009-05-12T22:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:35:40.371-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nate's First Corn on the Cob</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/Sgox6c-ttyI/AAAAAAAAA1w/KB8WIB8INbM/s1600-h/IMG_6490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/Sgox6c-ttyI/AAAAAAAAA1w/KB8WIB8INbM/s400/IMG_6490.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335131588855183138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31767201-811191314381594463?l=godzwafam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godzwafam.blogspot.com/feeds/811191314381594463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31767201&amp;postID=811191314381594463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31767201/posts/default/811191314381594463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31767201/posts/default/811191314381594463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godzwafam.blogspot.com/2009/05/nates-first-corn-on-cob.html' title='Nate&apos;s First Corn on the Cob'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06932579725861343758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06877822241264464706'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/Sgox6c-ttyI/AAAAAAAAA1w/KB8WIB8INbM/s72-c/IMG_6490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31767201.post-5201299056306816951</id><published>2009-05-12T22:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-12T22:32:22.077-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm going to try this again</title><content type='html'>Obviously I've fallen off the wagon when it comes to blogging, and I'll tell you why.  I thought, mistakenly, that after Nate turned one year old life would get a little easier.  He'd be walking, communicating better, eating more on his own, etc. and be a little less dependent on me.  These things are all true, but I forgot that along with all this also comes the ability to open doors, play in the toilet, unpack the diaper bag, throw toys in the garbage, and generally undo most of what I've done throughout the day.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He's a mischievous one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I've been a little busy, and the thought of sitting down and writing a blog entry was just too overwhelming.  And that's saying something!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thankfully Nate is getting more able to communicate, responds better to correction, and is generally more cooperative the older he gets.  Boy, that 12-15 month period is crazy!  But I think the craziness is tapering off a little, so I've decided to try something new: a picture a day.  This way, I can regularly share/record what's going on but don't plan to write too much.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here goes nothing!&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/31767201-5201299056306816951?l=godzwafam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godzwafam.blogspot.com/feeds/5201299056306816951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31767201&amp;postID=5201299056306816951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31767201/posts/default/5201299056306816951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31767201/posts/default/5201299056306816951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godzwafam.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-going-to-try-this-again.html' title='I&apos;m going to try this again'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06932579725861343758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06877822241264464706'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31767201.post-5276641919090715107</id><published>2009-02-07T20:09:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T21:22:41.398-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SY423o7FsXI/AAAAAAAAA0M/nNLM_eJrkqs/s400/IMG_6094.JPG'/><title type='text'>Catching up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Well, I'm finally back.  I took an unplanned blogging break.  Not because I didn't want to write, but life was getting the best of me.  The holidays rolled around, so I simplified and cut back on everything that didn't have to do with Christmas.  Then I was so spent from Christmas that I simplified yet again in January!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I certainly am not on top of things yet, but I'm not sure that will happen for another several years.  The kids are growing so quickly, and as I've mentioned before, my main regret in not blogging more often revolves around record-keeping and allowing far-off family and friends watch them grow, too.  So here's a very brief recap from the past two months:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Star Wars has become all the rage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SY46eNCtOLI/AAAAAAAAA00/VyQQv3Nh7WQ/s400/IMG_6066.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300238102033152178" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Peek-a-boo is quite popular, as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SY4zG4WMQSI/AAAAAAAAAys/NxAs3cEnVJg/s400/IMG_5940.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300230004759347490" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And in general, looking cute is quite acceptable.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SY424CSeIJI/AAAAAAAAA0c/XLTKDK_E28U/s400/IMG_6129.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300234147776569490" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Playing together is often successful, except when it's not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SY423o7FsXI/AAAAAAAAA0M/nNLM_eJrkqs/s400/IMG_6094.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300234140967612786" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The first snow was a big hit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SY46d2JITVI/AAAAAAAAA0s/J1tUt7KbvRE/s400/IMG_6084.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300238095886077266" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We're trying to keep Nate from a future in thievery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SY4232fKT-I/AAAAAAAAA0U/QaG21aV2zn0/s400/IMG_6097.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300234144608571362" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;More shenanigans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SY424GtP14I/AAAAAAAAA0k/Knw7s_RW86E/s400/IMG_6133.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300234148962621314" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of the reason I did not write sooner is because Mike got a new computer.  This was a wonderful and unexpected blessing!  It meant that my old Dell could finally give up the ghost as I would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inherit&lt;/span&gt; Mike's 2 year old &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mac book&lt;/span&gt;.  But that also meant I'd have to learn a new operating system and get my photos and docs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;transferred&lt;/span&gt; to this computer.  Because of all of this, I'm not exactly where pictures of Nate's birthday, Christmas day, and other important info is stored at this specific moment, but I can confirm that it all happened, and was very fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, Nate is beginning to walk!  Check this out:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2653a8da9e5b13e4" 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.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAO3T1daHheEeH3ZcEQIwEb-z_7DLmS1hmolglnDlco5o0DKvC7cd7fF3lyDgoACL5V-NwwupmDp6_4mVixyNSGqxGMqrJjPlhi9ZZ8deD7sJ-UlqH75JiuVxET1uH819RvZYDAw4ukmQuSIMhhc-aZK2xJ1jsnbfVnOExyNE0OHLjMUm9d3-shOCcb1EtxdZq0xHTbaVozcJ_3IyeqK_q-Ytf3xHD3VXFGv9ZamCbQPY%26sigh%3DPOb2ebOLjULzU-TDZT6eCXu5-b0%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2653a8da9e5b13e4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DQJw7bJoVpG-dAv6iTgPL5dZKfjU&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAO3T1daHheEeH3ZcEQIwEb-z_7DLmS1hmolglnDlco5o0DKvC7cd7fF3lyDgoACL5V-NwwupmDp6_4mVixyNSGqxGMqrJjPlhi9ZZ8deD7sJ-UlqH75JiuVxET1uH819RvZYDAw4ukmQuSIMhhc-aZK2xJ1jsnbfVnOExyNE0OHLjMUm9d3-shOCcb1EtxdZq0xHTbaVozcJ_3IyeqK_q-Ytf3xHD3VXFGv9ZamCbQPY%26sigh%3DPOb2ebOLjULzU-TDZT6eCXu5-b0%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2653a8da9e5b13e4%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DQJw7bJoVpG-dAv6iTgPL5dZKfjU&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31767201-5276641919090715107?l=godzwafam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2653a8da9e5b13e4&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godzwafam.blogspot.com/feeds/5276641919090715107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31767201&amp;postID=5276641919090715107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31767201/posts/default/5276641919090715107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31767201/posts/default/5276641919090715107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godzwafam.blogspot.com/2009/02/catching-up.html' title='Catching up'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06932579725861343758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06877822241264464706'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SY46eNCtOLI/AAAAAAAAA00/VyQQv3Nh7WQ/s72-c/IMG_6066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31767201.post-6317323745591857678</id><published>2008-12-16T13:06:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T13:36:26.819-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes, I'm finally posting again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SUf00EJ8jBI/AAAAAAAAAyM/sKAKFySY_5g/s1600-h/IMG_5785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280458263421029394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SUf00EJ8jBI/AAAAAAAAAyM/sKAKFySY_5g/s400/IMG_5785.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a quickie...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read &lt;a href="http://www.soulemama.com/soulemama/2008/12/how-its-going.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; today and was reminded of how I felt exactly a year ago, when Nate was only days old. Or maybe it is how I felt about 11.5 months ago, when most of the help (i.e. my mom, dad and husband) had to get back to their jobs and lives for most of the time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Overwhelmed, wonderful, terrified, sweet. Many different feelings all at once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I first started reading, I actually had that sense that I think all women get after they're done having kids: I wanted another one! But then I kept reading and I was like, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt;... no." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now, how are we doing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apart from some sleep issues. (Yes, it is ongoing. I'm hoping it will end when the kids are all past 3 or so. Right?) And the ganging up on the parents issue, which only &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;mischievously&lt;/span&gt; happens a couple of times a day, but still. Oh, and the "Nate gets into everything" issue, but that's to be expected of a 12 month old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's plenty of giggling that happens around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4f86ac4d9b696fb7" 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.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAPCZD0ddCGBZjZs6HcCGJYcxVgplnNM-AMXpq7E8drK1erXGS-Zo3G9OnzrbFsl-36CaUI2E6zjhlOf1pGSeL90mwaWx8NtNOTnsZCVHE7ZIj5P7Y7kRz-JEUr9ayDLQEx_U0JgLu2gS89xg9KnkCdgraI2NA7YjLSOMm91e74M1fM8azbmxEhsQpfeSwq3QKhPt7eSfwRki3SKAFhlOofJDBvkn-DK0msSDu5a37ep7%26sigh%3D4KEquR8t8NiTrhWFGZSqkJ6EAPA%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4f86ac4d9b696fb7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3D9bg-1xE72LwDsGm18VBa0WMwRUc&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAPCZD0ddCGBZjZs6HcCGJYcxVgplnNM-AMXpq7E8drK1erXGS-Zo3G9OnzrbFsl-36CaUI2E6zjhlOf1pGSeL90mwaWx8NtNOTnsZCVHE7ZIj5P7Y7kRz-JEUr9ayDLQEx_U0JgLu2gS89xg9KnkCdgraI2NA7YjLSOMm91e74M1fM8azbmxEhsQpfeSwq3QKhPt7eSfwRki3SKAFhlOofJDBvkn-DK0msSDu5a37ep7%26sigh%3D4KEquR8t8NiTrhWFGZSqkJ6EAPA%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4f86ac4d9b696fb7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3D9bg-1xE72LwDsGm18VBa0WMwRUc&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31767201-6317323745591857678?l=godzwafam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=4f86ac4d9b696fb7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godzwafam.blogspot.com/feeds/6317323745591857678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31767201&amp;postID=6317323745591857678' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31767201/posts/default/6317323745591857678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31767201/posts/default/6317323745591857678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godzwafam.blogspot.com/2008/12/yes-im-finally-posting-again.html' title='Yes, I&apos;m finally posting again!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06932579725861343758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06877822241264464706'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SUf00EJ8jBI/AAAAAAAAAyM/sKAKFySY_5g/s72-c/IMG_5785.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31767201.post-745191995443446069</id><published>2008-10-22T21:52:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:07:51.048-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Recently I have lacked the motivation to blog. I have thought of things I'd like to write; I've even jotted down notes, so I wouldn't forget. But when I finish the day, I feel like reading other people's blogs, not writing my own!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I remember how fast the kids change, and how I want to record the things they say and do so that they can look back and see that they are cherished, but more than that, see the progress they have made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On that note, here is a little update of the small men in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sam&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sam recently joined a local soccer class that he &lt;em&gt;loves&lt;/em&gt;!  We got him &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;registered&lt;/span&gt; a couple of weeks after the rest of the class started, but he was able to jump in and had no problem with the skills the coaches asked him to do. He really enjoys sports, though his passive nature is still hanging on. He's got a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;competitive&lt;/span&gt; side, so we'll see where that takes him!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260163495432731074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SP_a1F2-ucI/AAAAAAAAAko/awgFrsL49rY/s400/IMG_5699.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Recently Sam figured out the first several notes of Twinkle Twinkle on his electric guitar. Mike and I didn't even know he was working on it! I think it's time for some formal music training...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sam loves his baby brother. He's a great big brother to Levi, too, but he dotes on Nate. In fact, both Levi and Sam give Nate kisses and get a kick out of seeing him try to do new things. Sam will sit and play with him on the floor, and Nate loves it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Daddy is the apple of Sam's eye. They play an indoor version of baseball every evening before bed; I think this must be Sam's favorite time of the day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I've been trying to find creative outlets for him recently, crafty things that he, as a boy, might enjoy doing. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Playdo&lt;/span&gt;, water-play, and cooking have all been things he enjoys, but this project was also a favorite. It doesn't look like much, but it was fun to make! It came from &lt;a href="http://www.kiddio.org/"&gt;this website&lt;/a&gt;; I'm waiting with baited breath for her a month of "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;boycrafts&lt;/span&gt;" in November.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260163505437039554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SP_a1rIMW8I/AAAAAAAAAkw/ZzBi1iBx2vk/s400/IMG_5561.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260163475262456610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SP_az6uAwyI/AAAAAAAAAkY/jk6LXZfpb0A/s400/IMG_5489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;He loves pretend play. He always seems to be conducting a little play in his head, usually him vs. the bad guys, and if you listen carefully you can hear him whispering the dialogue. He also loves to play dress up, boy-style. In the picture above he said he's a boxer-pirate. We've already gotten some good playtime from his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Halloween&lt;/span&gt; costume. And one long weekend afternoon recently we all got into the spirit and "camped" in the living room.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260167949878573970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SP_e4X9oO5I/AAAAAAAAAk4/j6x2g757JVc/s400/IMG_5575.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Levi&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260167974059577394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SP_e5yC1EDI/AAAAAAAAAlY/X2iaV5xoBvU/s400/IMG_5684.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Levi turned 2 1/2 years old this month! I've read that the terrible twos peak at 28 months, and so far that holds true for us. He seems to be a little more cooperative now than he was just 6 weeks ago, so I'm planning on potty training soon. Except that I've been saying that for the past 6 weeks!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Levi has had a terrible case of stranger/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;separation&lt;/span&gt; anxiety for most of the year. It was bad. So bad that he would cry and cling to me if anyone so much as spoke to him.  But in September, Levi had a breakthrough. After 4 months of not being able to leave him with anyone other than Daddy, Levi is willingly going to kids' church and the childcare at my weekly Bible study. I'm so proud of him... and wow, do I feel liberated!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He loves music! Recently he's been trying to play the guitars that are hanging around our play area. They are too big for him, so he has his own method of strumming - a little like stand-up bass. He also loves to sing.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260167960921118754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SP_e5BGYGCI/AAAAAAAAAlI/vJb2MkEmwew/s400/IMG_5546.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Levi has been "talking" for a long time, but he's really hard to understand. Some days are better than others, but it's progressively easier to catch what he's saying, and he regularly surprises me when I understand him. He can pick out most letters of the alphabet and can count to 20. And he loves to call Mike and I by our first names!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He loves to play in sandboxes, and loves anything with wheels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260167957708484882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SP_e41IbMRI/AAAAAAAAAlA/x8FOBONh0SM/s400/IMG_5520.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Recently, he has a new lovey. It is this orange block. If it goes missing for more than 20 minutes or so, he runs around trying to find it, asking me, "orange block, mommy?" It comes with us to the park, to the store, to Bible study, to bed, to meals. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260167969366286802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SP_e5gj3IdI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/y1u2Z1pChQw/s400/IMG_5557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Levi is very physical. He loves to wrestle, jump and climb. For the past two months he's been able to climb in and out of his crib. We tried moving him over to the bottom bunk, but he wouldn't go to sleep, so we've just kept him in his crib. Strangely enough, he doesn't mind the top bunk. Sometimes we'll find him there in the morning sleeping with Sam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nate is now 10 months old. His favorite activity is sitting in the middle of our play area with lots of little toys surrounding him. He's not crawling or walking yet, but he's getting really close! He gets up on all fours to reach a toy, but then scoots back into a seated position. Not long now, though.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nate has learned that if he needs to communicate something, he'd better be clear. If he doesn't want to eat something, he tightens his lips and shakes his head. If he doesn't want to sit somewhere, he'll arch his back. If he doesn't want a toy, he'll throw it across the room.  If he doesn't want to wear a bib, he'll pull it off!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260174454805239090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SP_kzAtAFTI/AAAAAAAAAmA/33HiWssPOW4/s400/IMG_5535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As you've seen in prior posts, he's also a budding musician.  He loves to move to music.  And is this a little foreshadowing?&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260174430889397266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SP_kxnnBTBI/AAAAAAAAAlg/vvbyFMYaGhs/s400/IMG_5503.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nate had a milestone recently:  His first shiner!  He fell over in an attempt to reach something, and hit his eye on a toy.  Thankfully it healed within a day.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260174438275238210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SP_kyDH8SUI/AAAAAAAAAlw/VJ9eu564MrE/s400/IMG_5570.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Nate already likes to ham it up for the camera.  When he sees the red eye reduction light on my camera start to blink, he puts on his best grin!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260174451857019602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SP_ky1uF0tI/AAAAAAAAAl4/UdJMDkVtfDs/s400/IMG_5680.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;He loves his brothers, and is aching to run after them!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;There's the news of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Godzwa&lt;/span&gt; boys in a nutshell.  Next up... our visit to the pumpkin patch!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31767201-745191995443446069?l=godzwafam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godzwafam.blogspot.com/feeds/745191995443446069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31767201&amp;postID=745191995443446069' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31767201/posts/default/745191995443446069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31767201/posts/default/745191995443446069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godzwafam.blogspot.com/2008/10/recently-i-have-lacked-motivation-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06932579725861343758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06877822241264464706'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SP_a1F2-ucI/AAAAAAAAAko/awgFrsL49rY/s72-c/IMG_5699.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31767201.post-6287497455894814078</id><published>2008-10-22T21:41:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T21:51:45.302-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Than The Best</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SP_YFDsrzAI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/jwXFcjQaaRo/s1600-h/IMG_5541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260160471195700226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SP_YFDsrzAI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/jwXFcjQaaRo/s400/IMG_5541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple of weeks ago, when the weather was unseasonably warm and the mosquitos were making a huge comeback, Sam and I were talking about his bug-bitten legs. Mosquitos love him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He brought up the question: will there be mosquitos in Heaven? I had to think about that for a minute, but came to the conclusion and answered that maybe mosquitos would be there, but that they wouldn't bite us, since there is nothing sad in heaven and nothing that can harm us there. Only good things will be in heaven. In fact, the Bible says that Heaven is better than the best thing we can imagine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A minute later, Sam said, "So there will be moon bounces in Heaven?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/31767201-6287497455894814078?l=godzwafam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godzwafam.blogspot.com/feeds/6287497455894814078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31767201&amp;postID=6287497455894814078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31767201/posts/default/6287497455894814078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31767201/posts/default/6287497455894814078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godzwafam.blogspot.com/2008/10/better-than-best.html' title='Better Than The Best'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06932579725861343758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06877822241264464706'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SP_YFDsrzAI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/jwXFcjQaaRo/s72-c/IMG_5541.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31767201.post-3650131462462526460</id><published>2008-09-29T14:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T14:34:24.894-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing</title><content type='html'>Nobody can say Nate doesn't have rhythm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a881cff2aea61cfe" 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.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAP0YN7YpWvFNWPjMMOzGjlX0NlYOYyk80ERZt1A9mRiHdSz-WdIRgCpY7n37F8CSitEL7pmf_TS88GtIjsM4hRJm6CYGqmn-mkpizzMjHji-Pq58IRnuwrC04B-xcEXKYK_PQ7fr5zDs7Pu_Vx5W0BceVml5d18rhmgbLdbX2STba3kE8l-8nDCtInyYLr9ta20D-Yp-B1qbZlpRoiH4ZpfjdpwwL68aM-8kkV4CvoQP%26sigh%3DfWrcx_UzzbMg1i_c0YdGDlDsskI%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da881cff2aea61cfe%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DrWeKALejWqUda90k435Jip69E2Q&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAP0YN7YpWvFNWPjMMOzGjlX0NlYOYyk80ERZt1A9mRiHdSz-WdIRgCpY7n37F8CSitEL7pmf_TS88GtIjsM4hRJm6CYGqmn-mkpizzMjHji-Pq58IRnuwrC04B-xcEXKYK_PQ7fr5zDs7Pu_Vx5W0BceVml5d18rhmgbLdbX2STba3kE8l-8nDCtInyYLr9ta20D-Yp-B1qbZlpRoiH4ZpfjdpwwL68aM-8kkV4CvoQP%26sigh%3DfWrcx_UzzbMg1i_c0YdGDlDsskI%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Da881cff2aea61cfe%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DrWeKALejWqUda90k435Jip69E2Q&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The large "box" you see Sam and Levi playing in is actually the shelf that belongs in our bedroom.  We had left the back off so that it didn't cover up our thermostat control, but the shelf wasn't sturdy enough without it.  So yesterday I brought it out to the living room to finish up.  I figured Sam would have a great time helping me nail (which he did).  I put on some music to help us work, and the shelf was christened "the dancing box".  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31767201-3650131462462526460?l=godzwafam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a881cff2aea61cfe&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godzwafam.blogspot.com/feeds/3650131462462526460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31767201&amp;postID=3650131462462526460' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31767201/posts/default/3650131462462526460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31767201/posts/default/3650131462462526460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godzwafam.blogspot.com/2008/09/dancing.html' title='Dancing'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06932579725861343758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06877822241264464706'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31767201.post-1065948570583169100</id><published>2008-09-11T22:00:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T20:43:11.805-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Musings on Books and Sports</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SMsJieK40WI/AAAAAAAAAjw/NeNkzT1rpjI/s1600-h/IMG_4611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245296678822007138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SMsJieK40WI/AAAAAAAAAjw/NeNkzT1rpjI/s320/IMG_4611.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We've been reading a lot of books lately. In fact, we always read at least 2 a day during bedtime. Sam has a school assignment to read at least 100 books this year, so we're trying to fit in more and varied selections.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A few years ago I considered writing a children's book. Take a look at some of what's available in the children's section of your local bookstore and you'll come to the same conclusion I did - &lt;em&gt;anybody&lt;/em&gt; could write a children's book. Not necessarily a good one, and who knows what it takes to get a publisher to look at yours, but still. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My motivation was fueled by my attempts at finding books for little boys that didn't include dump trucks or trains. I even came up with a few titles and concepts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. The World Is My Drum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Sometimes Mom Lets Me Drive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. It's Not A Stick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The titles (and bare bones concepts behind them) are as far as I've gotten. If anyone wants to take a stab at any of these, go for it, because I think they would be great little boy books! Or maybe, someday when I'm a little more ambitious, I'll try myself. These days my main ambition is to get a decent night's sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SMsKozHFowI/AAAAAAAAAkI/uUugSUiqMZ4/s1600-h/no+david.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245297887034057474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SMsKozHFowI/AAAAAAAAAkI/uUugSUiqMZ4/s200/no+david.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of books for boys, the David Series have become favorites around here. They are about a toddler named David who gets into all sorts of trouble. This used to bother me -- a book series about a boy whose parents are usually scolding or reprimanding him? But the illustrations are priceless and my boys love them. They show what a toddler's life is truly like, and the kids can relate, I think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I digress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In our attempt to read more books, we've been raiding our bookshelves for some that haven't been read lately. Recently I pulled out our well-read copy of Goodnight Moon for Levi. He enjoys going through it, pointing out the pictures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He points at the clocks, the socks, the kittens, the mittens... the little toy house, and the young mouse... the comb, the brush... &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SMsJ1zJ19sI/AAAAAAAAAj4/VvI7CesYhMY/s1600-h/GoodnightMoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245297010872284866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SMsJ1zJ19sI/AAAAAAAAAj4/VvI7CesYhMY/s200/GoodnightMoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SMsJ1zJ19sI/AAAAAAAAAj4/VvI7CesYhMY/s1600-h/GoodnightMoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when we get to the page that says "goodnight nobody, goodnight mush", he points at the bowl of mush and says, "Nobody!" He won't call it mush. In fact, if I tell him, "no, it's mush" his response is, "oatmeal". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And it makes me wonder if this book is even appropriate for 2-year-olds. The "nobody" page is simply in there for the sake of the the rhythm of the poetry, but it confuses my kids. Also, it's a little spooky. I mean, saying good night to nobody? And really, who is the old lady saying hush? Why does she just sort of disappear? Yikes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just kidding. We love that book. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, Sam and I played a modified version of one-on-one soccer today at the playground, and it was tons of fun for both of us! I've been a little frustrated when trying to engage him in play at home - seems like he's always bored or just doesn't want to play. Soccer was perfect. Not only did he suggest it, but it got us both laughing and some exercise, too. Soccer mom days, here I come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31767201-1065948570583169100?l=godzwafam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godzwafam.blogspot.com/feeds/1065948570583169100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31767201&amp;postID=1065948570583169100' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31767201/posts/default/1065948570583169100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31767201/posts/default/1065948570583169100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godzwafam.blogspot.com/2008/09/musings-on-books-and-sports.html' title='Musings on Books and Sports'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06932579725861343758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06877822241264464706'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SMsJieK40WI/AAAAAAAAAjw/NeNkzT1rpjI/s72-c/IMG_4611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31767201.post-8781087031651119189</id><published>2008-09-08T22:53:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T23:14:51.437-04:00</updated><title type='text'>After only 10 days of School...</title><content type='html'>... Sam has a runny nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so begins the war against the common cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Common Cold: 1&lt;br /&gt;Jen: 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's my gameplan: I'm regularly disinfecting our home (counters, doorknobs, light switches, toys...). Upon returning home I require all hands to be washed. When I remember, I use waterless handwash on the kids and myself when we're out, especially if I give them snacks. I'm going to start Sam on AirBorne Jr., and find out if Levi can also take it. We're all going to get flu shots. And every night I pray that we'd all stay healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if all this will help. I'll let you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, here are some fun pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Check out this cutie!  He's not crawling yet, but he's starting to scoot just a little if there's something he's trying to reach.  And can you make out those pearly whites?  They came in about 2 weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243852950437438322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SMXoea01I3I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/tjkX_yaRoI8/s400/IMG_5385.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rub-a-dub-dub, three boys in a tub...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243852953117553058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SMXoekz0caI/AAAAAAAAAjY/-IPrDMNT9tI/s400/IMG_5404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I couldn't resist including this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243852960082363730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SMXoe-wXBVI/AAAAAAAAAjg/JKSxyrjx2ck/s400/IMG_5424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31767201-8781087031651119189?l=godzwafam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godzwafam.blogspot.com/feeds/8781087031651119189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31767201&amp;postID=8781087031651119189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31767201/posts/default/8781087031651119189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31767201/posts/default/8781087031651119189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godzwafam.blogspot.com/2008/09/after-only-10-days-of-school.html' title='After only 10 days of School...'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06932579725861343758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06877822241264464706'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SMXoea01I3I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/tjkX_yaRoI8/s72-c/IMG_5385.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31767201.post-1085044317201266697</id><published>2008-09-01T21:06:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T21:53:33.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Return to School</title><content type='html'>Ah, the first day of school. The transition back to the school routine has gone so smoothly, I can't believe it has only been a week since it began! No worries about wanting to stick too close to home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SLySnv1PPsI/AAAAAAAAAjA/9ltHj54EdV0/s1600-h/IMG_5357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241225277904731842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SLySnv1PPsI/AAAAAAAAAjA/9ltHj54EdV0/s400/IMG_5357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's my excited boy, all ready to go. The whole family went along to see what his classroom would be like. The experience was much different this year; most of the kids had been in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-K last year, so there wasn't too much clinging and crying involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm enjoying the new routine, too. I realized that having all the kids with me all the time was trying because they all wanted mommy all the time. Now I can easily spend one-on-one time with each of them: Levi during Nate's nap and Nate during Levi's nap, and because they are happier after some mommy time I am able to spend extra time with Sam in the afternoon. I can also get some housework done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of housework, I've been doing some major cleaning lately. I feel as though my household is recovering from infant-hood, a time during which it has &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;endured&lt;/span&gt; no deep cleaning or organizing, but much dirty-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ing&lt;/span&gt; and dis-organizing. I've organized several bins of hand-me-downs, as well as some boxes of books that were given to us. I've cleaned the bathrooms, washed windows, washed slipcovers, disinfected doorknobs, and mopped floors. It feels &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; good. It's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;therapeutic&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of feeling good, I'm also starting a routine of walking Sam to school a couple of times a week. I strap on the running shoes, put the little brothers in the double jogging stroller, and out the door we go. Sam actually enjoys jogging alongside me, so we do that on and off during the walk to school. Afterwards I take a longer route home to get in a little extra distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SLySnyvvjuI/AAAAAAAAAjI/6fqQWnq-1RA/s1600-h/IMG_5369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241225278686990050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SLySnyvvjuI/AAAAAAAAAjI/6fqQWnq-1RA/s400/IMG_5369.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Levi and Nate get to bond a little in the stroller. Hopefully I can keep up the jogging throughout the fall, at least until it gets too cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just for fun, here's a little playtime Levi and Nate had the other day, while Sam was in school:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-935f4bdf80bd8ab9" 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.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAOF-u9WtopylwZ9XHAqIS4Q2TPWri6InNsXVJl9q4eR7t2IqgY-pDIaq8GzWcO1gnkA_BPS0NdG7Xm9dW2BnQZn14APIxCIEFAN6bzTO4IszYz54fbBB3_j3MyqKj3eTmNaL-O-RrvLTuSsXvx-U57bnXS8LASAxsSVFrLaMt_f6bW92huX25dSIunaNJidQxIvyk7_qJusGtEwvmKUyFQ5k8VWWok5VvwW_k5ZgweTm%26sigh%3DYBakPkDERsX8fTshsR_sads63-Y%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D935f4bdf80bd8ab9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DcHo34S4zZKdsnRR34YqAbw15Zro&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/videoplayer.swf?videoUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvp.video.google.com%2Fvideodownload%3Fversion%3D0%26secureurl%3DqAAAAOF-u9WtopylwZ9XHAqIS4Q2TPWri6InNsXVJl9q4eR7t2IqgY-pDIaq8GzWcO1gnkA_BPS0NdG7Xm9dW2BnQZn14APIxCIEFAN6bzTO4IszYz54fbBB3_j3MyqKj3eTmNaL-O-RrvLTuSsXvx-U57bnXS8LASAxsSVFrLaMt_f6bW92huX25dSIunaNJidQxIvyk7_qJusGtEwvmKUyFQ5k8VWWok5VvwW_k5ZgweTm%26sigh%3DYBakPkDERsX8fTshsR_sads63-Y%26begin%3D0%26len%3D86400000%26docid%3D0&amp;amp;nogvlm=1&amp;amp;thumbnailUrl=http%3A%2F%2Fvideo.google.com%2FThumbnailServer2%3Fapp%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D935f4bdf80bd8ab9%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw320%26sigh%3DcHo34S4zZKdsnRR34YqAbw15Zro&amp;amp;messagesUrl=video.google.com%2FFlashUiStrings.xlb%3Fframe%3Dflashstrings%26hl%3Den" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31767201-1085044317201266697?l=godzwafam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=935f4bdf80bd8ab9&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godzwafam.blogspot.com/feeds/1085044317201266697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31767201&amp;postID=1085044317201266697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31767201/posts/default/1085044317201266697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31767201/posts/default/1085044317201266697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godzwafam.blogspot.com/2008/09/return-to-school.html' title='Return to School'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06932579725861343758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06877822241264464706'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SLySnv1PPsI/AAAAAAAAAjA/9ltHj54EdV0/s72-c/IMG_5357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31767201.post-2303043468014833796</id><published>2008-09-01T20:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T21:06:03.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Love of Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SLyQOBHIkNI/AAAAAAAAAi4/lgN8BFZoN-Y/s1600-h/IMG_4816.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241222636843339986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SLyQOBHIkNI/AAAAAAAAAi4/lgN8BFZoN-Y/s400/IMG_4816.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Upon arrival at our favorite park last week, Levi spotted one of his favorite things: the red ride-on speed car, left by some well-meaning neighbor whose kid had outgrown it. There are several of these ride-on toys that now have their home in the basketball court of our park. And as he was imagining himself buzzing down the speedway, he found himself surrounded by not one, but 5 boys, all at least 3 times his size. He realized what was happening and started to back away until I came and let the boys know they needed to wait until he was done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember when Sam was a toddler and I'd take him to the park. He'd be precariously climbing the stairs of the play equipment, using great care while I stood right next to him to catch him if, heaven forbid, he fell the 8 inches to the wood chips below. Then some big 4 or 5 year old would push past us, and try to climb on the handrail Sam was using. I'd think to myself, "jeez, can't they see there are &lt;em&gt;little kids&lt;/em&gt; here who can get &lt;em&gt;hurt&lt;/em&gt;?! Where are the parents of these &lt;em&gt;crazy, huge kids&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I realize, the crazy, huge kids are the ones who &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; need some time outside their home, climbing on the park equipment!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys who tried to steal Levi's car turned out to be kids from Sam's school, mainly 3rd and 4th graders and a little brother, who had been in Sam's Pre-K class. After I chased them away from Levi, they proceeded into the basketball court and used the other ride-ons for a game of smash-up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I watched them, I saw my future pass before my eyes. Boys play hard. Really, really hard. These boys were not being mischievous. In fact, I know them to be really good kids. Sweet, even. But wow, kind of scary, full of testosterone even though they are hardly close to puberty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another mom of a 1 year old boy who had also been playing with the ride-ons later said to me, "Man, those boys were crazy!" And I remembered my own past thoughts. And I realize that boys who were older than 3 really used to make me cringe. But now, as I watched these boys, I felt a little proud for all their physicality, and the fact that they were not afraid of running at each other at full speed in puny little plastic cars and smashing them together. I though, Sam would love to do that, too, if he were a little bigger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another visit to the same park gave me a different observation. I was nursing Nate on a bench while Sam and Levi played. A little boy I knew was playing nearby with a dump truck, loading it up with wood chips. Suddenly, it seemed as though a light bulb appeared over his head. He stood up, pulled down his pants, and peed into the dump truck. I knew where his dad was (only several feet away), but he was preoccupied with another child, and I was nursing. And I kind of wanted to see how far this would go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boy poured the pee down the slide. Then he filled the truck up again. Then he added some wood chips. This continued for several minutes, until the dad turned around and realized what was going on. He rushed the boy off to clean him and the toys up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't say I felt particularly proud, although I do admire something about the scene. I mean, a girl would never in a million years be so creative. (Yet, I'm glad that I don't think that Sam would ever act on such a thought. We'll have to wait and see with the other two).  More than that, I got a really good laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So this is a post, not about my kids, but about boys. I am learning about them. And I have to admit, they are not what I expected. But I sure do enjoy having them around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31767201-2303043468014833796?l=godzwafam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godzwafam.blogspot.com/feeds/2303043468014833796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31767201&amp;postID=2303043468014833796' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31767201/posts/default/2303043468014833796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31767201/posts/default/2303043468014833796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godzwafam.blogspot.com/2008/09/for-love-of-boys.html' title='For the Love of Boys'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06932579725861343758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06877822241264464706'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SLyQOBHIkNI/AAAAAAAAAi4/lgN8BFZoN-Y/s72-c/IMG_4816.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31767201.post-440395428882491048</id><published>2008-08-22T14:00:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T14:35:20.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer's End</title><content type='html'>This summer has suddenly slipped through my fingers. It has been great at moments, trying at others. But my heart is still stolen by these little boys who demand so much yet give me so much at the same time. How could my heart not be stolen by this?:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237404093766189122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SK7_RjocQEI/AAAAAAAAAiU/1OBm6lygPkY/s400/IMG_5319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are getting very close to a time when they all play together. Nate sits up on his own these days, and is reaching for things but hasn't yet figured out how to actually move. When this happens, my life will &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;simultaneously&lt;/span&gt; become easier and harder: I'll have to watch his every move, but he'll be able to entertain himself better and interact with Sam and Levi more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All the kids have become affectionate of late. Kisses abound. Not good when we have germs. But I'll take it, especially since I'd trade them kissing each other for hitting each other any day (I know that's coming, so I'll enjoy it while it lasts!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237404100642678098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SK7_R9P7JVI/AAAAAAAAAic/-klJi5I3C5s/s400/IMG_5321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We all got sick about 10 days ago. It was some sort of stealth sinus thing, where you'd wake up in the night and feel all stuffy, even &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;head-achy&lt;/span&gt;, but there wasn't much nose blowing or coughing, etc. Levi ended up having the worse symptoms, and ended up with conjunctivitis and two ear infections. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't think I even realized I had it, except that my ears seemed stuffy and I felt run down. I thought it was just sleep deprivation from helping the kids during the night, as none of them were sleeping very well. But now that I'm better I can see how it effected my energy level.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our sickness intersected with Mike's first few days of activities back on campus. This was unfortunate, since he was very busy and gone a lot, and we needed to stay close to home so that everyone got their naps and we didn't spread the wealth, I mean germs too much. That meant we did a lot of this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237404111065367938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SK7_SkE4xYI/AAAAAAAAAis/SBB9T6rThH4/s400/IMG_5332.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ugh. Sam was even bored with TV after a couple of days. So I started making a real effort to change things, and the pst couple of days we've had lots of creative play.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And a random fact about Levi: He can fall asleep anywhere, if it is between 11 and 12 am and his is riding in a stroller or car. He is helpless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237404108699413570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SK7_SbQzLEI/AAAAAAAAAik/ZR_-6J9DtNw/s400/IMG_5334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Notice the half-eaten cracker.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The thing I'll miss most about summer is all of the fabulous family time. Although it makes more work to have Sam home, he is a sweet heart and loves to be home as much as I love having him here. And there's no trading having the evenings and weekends and vacations with Mike. We feel renewed as a couple and as a family, I think.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;School starts for Sam on Monday. I am both relieved and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;melancholy&lt;/span&gt;. There goes another summer of endless hours to spend with my sweet boy who is growing up so quickly. He feels the same way. Yesterday he was not himself: pushing the envelope, moody, short-tempered. I asked him what was wrong, and guessed out loud that maybe he didn't want to start school. (A big hint was that this behavior began immediately when I got home from his kindergarten orientation.) He broke down and said, "I'm going to miss you!" Ugh. Break my heart, why don't ya?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But he's going to love it. And so am I. I think it's funny how much I looked forward to the freedom of summer, and now am so looking forward to the structure of the school year. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31767201-440395428882491048?l=godzwafam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godzwafam.blogspot.com/feeds/440395428882491048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31767201&amp;postID=440395428882491048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31767201/posts/default/440395428882491048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31767201/posts/default/440395428882491048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Fest'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06932579725861343758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06877822241264464706'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31767201.post-5505760437426099286</id><published>2008-08-07T14:10:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T14:54:09.632-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend with the Godzwa clan</title><content type='html'>Last weekend we were in Erie, our old stomping grounds. Both Mike and I grew up in Erie (or should I say, Erie County?). We hadn't been there for probably a year and half, so before we left Sam kept mentioning how much snow is always in Erie. Apparently we haven't been there during the summer in a very long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was so pleasant, it was enough to make me consider moving back! But then I remembered the snow that covers the ground for 3 months of the year and came back to my senses. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time, staying at Mike's mom's (or Grandma G's) house with cousins Josh and Abbie. On Saturday everyone headed to the Erie Zoo, where they not only got to see animals, but also pirates and Ronald McDonald!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam grew some facial hair while hanging with those pirates!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231844185282807010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SJs-kSf5hOI/AAAAAAAAAhU/gihRkSPUriA/s400/IMG_5224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Getting an autographed picture of Ronald McDonald.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231844185366317954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SJs-kSzzy4I/AAAAAAAAAhc/KpTc4zbzf1M/s400/IMG_5242.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are all the cousins who went to the zoo, posing on a termite mound.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231844189861632402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SJs-kjjk2ZI/AAAAAAAAAhk/R8NFt0xsv8U/s400/IMG_5273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday we went to church in the morning, and then to the Lake Erie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Peninsula&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Presque&lt;/span&gt; Isle, for the annual &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Godzwa&lt;/span&gt; family picnic. It's always fun to see cousins, second cousins, third cousins, aunts, uncles, and several other relatives that I know are family but don't know exactly how. The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Godzwas&lt;/span&gt; are great - it was fun to catch up with people we hadn't seen in awhile, as well as participate in the razzing (or being razzed) about sports teams and other &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;fascinating&lt;/span&gt; subjects. Good food, too, including pepperoni bread!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting away some grub... er, hot dogs! We don't get to grill out much in our apartment, you know. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231847046349901090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SJtBK0zczSI/AAAAAAAAAh0/hGXbz6H7Q0g/s400/IMG_5289.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think Nate got his head shape from Mike's side of the family... Or he's just Uncle Jim's Mini-Me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231847016454477554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SJtBJFb01vI/AAAAAAAAAhs/gSTHC4bP61k/s400/IMG_5288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the picnic we headed over to the beach. The best thing about Lake Erie is that it's big enough to feel like it's more than a lake, but you don't have the salty water, high winds or larger waves of the ocean. This particular beach, Beach 11, is on the bay side of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;peninsula&lt;/span&gt;, so it is very shallow and calm, perfect for kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The water was a little cold, but the sand was really warm so Sam kept alternating between the two.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231847051071489346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SJtBLGZKhUI/AAAAAAAAAh8/a2YOW98-qHs/s400/IMG_5307.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Levi enjoyed the sand more than the water.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231847056869615874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SJtBLb_i6QI/AAAAAAAAAiE/h5Wg6rjtbkk/s400/IMG_5301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231849301286138594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SJtDOFGJMuI/AAAAAAAAAiM/bSOh_GiGusE/s400/IMG_5315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dave and Kelly, Tony and Corey, we missed you guys! Maybe next year?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31767201-5505760437426099286?l=godzwafam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godzwafam.blogspot.com/feeds/5505760437426099286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31767201&amp;postID=5505760437426099286' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31767201/posts/default/5505760437426099286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31767201/posts/default/5505760437426099286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godzwafam.blogspot.com/2008/08/weekend-with-godzwa-clan.html' title='Weekend with the Godzwa clan'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06932579725861343758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06877822241264464706'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SJs-kSf5hOI/AAAAAAAAAhU/gihRkSPUriA/s72-c/IMG_5224.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31767201.post-7198909054397784945</id><published>2008-08-07T13:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T14:55:04.031-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Laundry Lego Land</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SJs1lBpasVI/AAAAAAAAAg8/rhLAk4EatAU/s1600-h/IMG_5179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231834302334546258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SJs1lBpasVI/AAAAAAAAAg8/rhLAk4EatAU/s400/IMG_5179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam got his first set of big-kid &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Lego's&lt;/span&gt; for his 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday. My brother really loved &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lego's&lt;/span&gt; as a kid and went on to become an engineer, so I thought maybe it was just his niche. But now I can see why: they are tons of fun. Here's what we created one day last week, in between laundry cycles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231834302270406098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SJs1lBaH_dI/AAAAAAAAAhE/Kj-EPy2145I/s400/IMG_5180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31767201-7198909054397784945?l=godzwafam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godzwafam.blogspot.com/feeds/7198909054397784945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31767201&amp;postID=7198909054397784945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31767201/posts/default/7198909054397784945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31767201/posts/default/7198909054397784945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godzwafam.blogspot.com/2008/08/laundry-lego-land.html' title='Laundry Lego Land'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06932579725861343758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06877822241264464706'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SJs1lBpasVI/AAAAAAAAAg8/rhLAk4EatAU/s72-c/IMG_5179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31767201.post-7137299159042376608</id><published>2008-07-26T23:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T23:26:36.864-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Attempt At A Portrait</title><content type='html'>At one point during vacation we did our best to get a picture of all the cousins.  I was trying to figure out which one turned out best, and found it quite amusing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Where's Levi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227526275477621570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SIvnc2_dS0I/AAAAAAAAAg0/vcP2CwPBZso/s400/IMG_5116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There he is... being held down by my arm!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SIvncGPVNoI/AAAAAAAAAgc/agmZMCOzTus/s1600-h/IMG_5119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227526262390863490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SIvncGPVNoI/AAAAAAAAAgc/agmZMCOzTus/s400/IMG_5119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oops.  He's escaping!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227526271362582946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SIvncnqWyaI/AAAAAAAAAgk/qVI-ZX186es/s400/IMG_5118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;OK, now he's back.  But so is my hand.  And we've got some funny facial experessions. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227525561867664322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SIvmzUlle8I/AAAAAAAAAgU/vyazSKwKBro/s400/IMG_5120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hmm.  This could have been good, except for Sam's "pose".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SIvnchEDPiI/AAAAAAAAAgs/SMdRmEVmU7k/s1600-h/IMG_5117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227526269591305762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SIvnchEDPiI/AAAAAAAAAgs/SMdRmEVmU7k/s400/IMG_5117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Could this one be the best?  Maybe we should quit while we're ahead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227525554700506386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SIvmy54zVRI/AAAAAAAAAgM/T5FJsOWyuPk/s400/IMG_5121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We're losing control.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227525547213406418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SIvmyd_vQNI/AAAAAAAAAgE/lRMW2Mh3eKY/s400/IMG_5122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Levi's gone again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227525541226527666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SIvmyHsWu7I/AAAAAAAAAf8/hT5r4E9oTbY/s400/IMG_5123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Hmmmm...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227525538770593010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SIvmx-i0JPI/AAAAAAAAAf0/nUyqlR-FZpU/s400/IMG_5124.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Better luck next year?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31767201-7137299159042376608?l=godzwafam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godzwafam.blogspot.com/feeds/7137299159042376608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31767201&amp;postID=7137299159042376608' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31767201/posts/default/7137299159042376608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31767201/posts/default/7137299159042376608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godzwafam.blogspot.com/2008/07/attempt-at-portrait.html' title='An Attempt At A Portrait'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06932579725861343758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06877822241264464706'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SIvnc2_dS0I/AAAAAAAAAg0/vcP2CwPBZso/s72-c/IMG_5116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31767201.post-1112337356303057738</id><published>2008-07-26T21:33:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T23:05:32.228-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation!</title><content type='html'>We returned from vacation 2.5 weeks ago, and it has taken me this long to finally post about it! That's partially because I have gotten out of "summer vacation" mode, and things fell apart a little in the past couple weeks. Not really, but it hasn't exactly been smooth sailing, either. The boys get cranky when they are bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, a few other things have been going on, which I will update you on in a future post. (Why do I keep saying these things? It seriously puts me into procrastination mode!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smith Mt. Lake was great! We were with my parents, my brother and his family, and my sister and her husband. Our rented home was on the water with a little beach and dock. Here's the view from the back deck of the house:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SIvYwDODI5I/AAAAAAAAAe0/-xTJ8asQPgA/s1600-h/IMG_4895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227510112503145362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SIvYwDODI5I/AAAAAAAAAe0/-xTJ8asQPgA/s400/IMG_4895.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, that's a double-decker boat dock! It was particularly fun for this reason:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227506836188312386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SIvVxV_uM0I/AAAAAAAAAd0/pZWYiWCMKbE/s400/IMG_5001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike was the resident thrill-seeker and took the plunge off the top deck first, but my brother Geoff was soon to follow. Sam thought it was most fun when Daddy jumped off the top at the same time he jumped off the bottom. It made him feel empowered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227506827371245074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SIvVw1JkbhI/AAAAAAAAAdk/nl-SqRxYTr8/s400/IMG_4908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little sandy beach was perfect for the preschool/early elementary set. There was lots of fun sand-and-water-play going on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227508525634525042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SIvXTrrFl3I/AAAAAAAAAeU/pZtUlGBhHpE/s400/IMG_5075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227506847234246626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SIvVx_JRx-I/AAAAAAAAAd8/Y3la5pslYAg/s400/IMG_5016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mom and Dad picked up some nightcrawlers for us, and we were able to do a little fishing. The kids had some fun, especially with the worms. They even caught a few fish!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227506848524053186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SIvVyD8yqsI/AAAAAAAAAeE/qtPecBvOXgA/s400/IMG_5044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;On our last full day, my dad rented a pontoon boat and we spent the day on the lake. So much fun!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227508537622437202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SIvXUYVOnVI/AAAAAAAAAek/7JIi43fB7zY/s400/IMG_5130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The best part was the innertube. Most of us went out for a ride, which was just right for the kids because the boat maxed out at 12 mph with all of us on it! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227508548229984034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SIvXU_2Q7yI/AAAAAAAAAes/EqFsCb2XELI/s400/IMG_5164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After frolicking in the lake, it was fun to take advantage of the hot tub on the lower porch.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227510124646984242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SIvYwwdXajI/AAAAAAAAAfE/TjZhpIrMtEw/s400/IMG_4993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Besides all the water activity, we got in plenty of family time. Nate had fun discovering daddy's ear:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SIvYwjdblcI/AAAAAAAAAe8/HNL7k10U9r4/s1600-h/IMG_5057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227516308982300674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SIveYu5zgAI/AAAAAAAAAfc/55N3prMZKUc/s400/IMG_5055.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nana (my Mom) provided some much-needed stimulation when it was raining, as well as other times. She spent time with the kids playing games, doing crafts, teaching Levi several letters, and building a system of tunnels from carboard boxes that became a little playhouse for the kids in the lower rec room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227516314509972258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SIveZDftEyI/AAAAAAAAAfs/VFmSobBilGA/s400/IMG_4982.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Nate got to snuggle with Paw Paw (my dad) more than once:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227516311696172050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SIveY5A15BI/AAAAAAAAAfk/xDE8blXa6gI/s400/IMG_5089.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam had a birthday party, complete with Pinata:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SIvYxfo8ffI/AAAAAAAAAfM/E7KkQRtOKsU/s1600-h/IMG_5090.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SIvYxkkw6vI/AAAAAAAAAfU/NUC4f16kAhg/s1600-h/IMG_5093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227510138636659442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SIvYxkkw6vI/AAAAAAAAAfU/NUC4f16kAhg/s400/IMG_5093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And there was lots of cousin bonding time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SIvXTGUUmHI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Lli3UPgdyFU/s1600-h/IMG_5064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227508515606927474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SIvXTGUUmHI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Lli3UPgdyFU/s400/IMG_5064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Sam and Emma, who are only 6 months apart, particularly hit it off. At one point early in the week, they were downstairs unsupervised in the "clubhouse" which they were supposedly decorating with markers. They got carried away and ended up colored in markers themselves. Arms, legs, faces, eyelids, and even areas where, well, clothing &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; have been were nicely decorated. We tried not to laugh as we handed down the punishment: they couldn't sleep in the same room that night. It didn't happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Evenings were spent chatting, as well as watching hilarious &lt;a href="http://rhettandlink.com/blog/"&gt;Rhett &amp;amp; Link &lt;/a&gt;videos and a couple movies (The Bucket List and Bella - both worth renting). All in all, it was a great time away from the city with my hubby and kids. But more than that, when I visit my family I am reminded of the wonderful family I have been born into, and wish we could be with them more often.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31767201-1112337356303057738?l=godzwafam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godzwafam.blogspot.com/feeds/1112337356303057738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31767201&amp;postID=1112337356303057738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31767201/posts/default/1112337356303057738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31767201/posts/default/1112337356303057738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godzwafam.blogspot.com/2008/07/vacation.html' title='Vacation!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06932579725861343758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06877822241264464706'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SIvYwDODI5I/AAAAAAAAAe0/-xTJ8asQPgA/s72-c/IMG_4895.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31767201.post-3087392856487825554</id><published>2008-07-12T23:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T23:30:28.694-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home, Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>After a wonderful week at Smith Mt. Lake at a large rental house with my parents, siblings and spouses, and all our kids (and my sister's pooch), we loaded up our van and said our goodbyes.  Sam asked if he could go home with Micah and Emma, his "best" cousins.  He also asked if we could stay at the house forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I oh-so-gently brought him back to reality by saying, "Sorry, vacation can't last forever!  Only for a week."  He took it in stride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that I felt a little pang of guilt over his desire to stay.  Maybe I'm projecting my own feelings onto him, or assuming that I know what he feels, but I often feel guilty that we live in an apartment in the city.  The kids don't have their own rooms or their own yard.  We don't have a playroom.  And although we spend lots of time at the park, it feels pretty sterile compared to my own upbringing.  At the lake house, Sam and Levi had what I think of as a normal childhood experience:  lots of time outside, fishing, swimming, playing, Sam riding his bike in the street (we were almost at a dead end).  Lots of space inside, where they could run around a make noise without my shushing: "you'll bug our downstairs neighbors!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove home on a scenic route and made a stop in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Charlottesville&lt;/span&gt; to visit our dear friends, Harvey and Sally, who just moved there.  After having lunch together and chatting for a couple of hours, we continued our trip.  Long story short, it took us until 7:45 to get home.  (We left the lake at 10am!)  The kids were tired of being in the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we pulled into the driveway of our building, Sam looked elated.  "Hey!  Our house!"&lt;br /&gt;(Never mind that it's actually a huge apartment building, not a house.  We still call it that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pulled into our garage spot, and Sam and Levi danced around while Mike and I figured out just how much we could manage to bring up to the apartment in one trip.  We made the trek and finally arrived at our apartment door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What followed were excited shouts of glee, things like,&lt;br /&gt;"We haven't been here in a really long time!" &lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Da&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Iggles&lt;/span&gt;!"  (Levi, upon &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;reacquainting&lt;/span&gt; himself with his &lt;a href="http://godzwafam.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-little-two-year-old.html"&gt;big red car&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;"I love our home!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And several other exclamations that I tried to remember but can't.  But what I do remember is how warm it felt, how rewarding, that my kids were so happy to be home after such a wonderful week away.  Sure, it's a place, but it represents the way we spend our time on a normal basis, their rituals, their lives.  Time and rituals that I am in charge of, that I sometimes labor to plan and keep orderly and sometimes allow to become disorderly and askew, even boring.  And although they had a wonderful week away, they missed it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on the vacation soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31767201-3087392856487825554?l=godzwafam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godzwafam.blogspot.com/feeds/3087392856487825554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31767201&amp;postID=3087392856487825554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31767201/posts/default/3087392856487825554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31767201/posts/default/3087392856487825554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godzwafam.blogspot.com/2008/07/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home, Sweet Home'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06932579725861343758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06877822241264464706'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31767201.post-6197496558063646833</id><published>2008-07-10T22:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T22:32:16.555-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Years Ago...</title><content type='html'>... I became a mommy for the first time.  Wow, how time flies!  And how my life has changed.  But more than that, my children have changed me.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today is Sam's 5th birthday! I'll blog more about the festivities when we're home from vacation, but I thought I'd contemplate some of the ways I've changed since becoming a mother:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can accomplish more in a day with less sleep than I ever did before kids.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am more creative - I can entertain a 2 year old with an ear infection for 45 min. in a doctor's office in a pinch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I drink just as much coffee, but it's almost never at a coffee shop.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If I'm going anywhere, I start to prepare for the outing at least an hour in advance, if not more.  I factor in 15 minutes just to get everyone strapped into the car.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I do waaaay more laundry.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I actually know how to cook.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am more merciful, less selfish, and more empathetic.  Except when my hubby tries to sleep in because he has a cold.&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;   (Sorry, Hon.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I take fewer showers. ;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My home is not as clean.  Or should I say, my home is not clean.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I cry at anything having to do with children being harmed, including the 5:00 news.  Scratch that - we don't watch the 5:00 news anymore so that our children are not exposed to violence.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Small talk that doesn't involve the subject of young children is very hard to come up with.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have a blog.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is certainly not an exhaustive list.  But one thing I know:  God is working out my salvation through my children.  I am changed, and I don't always like what I am but I know I am better because of raising these babes.  It is hard, but it is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my life. &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/31767201-6197496558063646833?l=godzwafam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godzwafam.blogspot.com/feeds/6197496558063646833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31767201&amp;postID=6197496558063646833' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31767201/posts/default/6197496558063646833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31767201/posts/default/6197496558063646833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godzwafam.blogspot.com/2008/07/5-years-ago.html' title='5 Years Ago...'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06932579725861343758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06877822241264464706'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31767201.post-4598350263300421220</id><published>2008-07-04T23:48:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T23:52:48.245-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SG7v1bTlYeI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LngEUsCSwuo/s1600-h/IMG_4888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219372719310987746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SG7v1bTlYeI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LngEUsCSwuo/s400/IMG_4888.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow we're off to Smith Mountain Lake to vacation for a week with my family. I can't wait to get there! But right now I'm a bit stressed out, wondering if I'll remember everything. I think I'm procrastinating a bit by blogging!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But before going, we had friends Christian and Mckenzie over, with their babysitter and our friend Liz, for a little fun in the pool, some pizza and peach raspberry crisp, and some sparklers!&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/31767201-4598350263300421220?l=godzwafam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godzwafam.blogspot.com/feeds/4598350263300421220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31767201&amp;postID=4598350263300421220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31767201/posts/default/4598350263300421220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31767201/posts/default/4598350263300421220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godzwafam.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-4th.html' title='Happy 4th!'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06932579725861343758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06877822241264464706'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SG7v1bTlYeI/AAAAAAAAAdc/LngEUsCSwuo/s72-c/IMG_4888.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31767201.post-1065538550674951589</id><published>2008-07-04T23:21:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T23:48:16.656-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Berries and Blue Lips</title><content type='html'>After a day or two of recuperation, we were off and running again. We've had a busy week! I'm ready for vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Wednesday we went back to Bulter's Orchard for a little blueberry picking, again with Megan and her boys. Here are the berries:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SG7qZQU79aI/AAAAAAAAAcM/luOTI8aRyyM/s1600-h/IMG_4847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219366737769395618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SG7qZQU79aI/AAAAAAAAAcM/luOTI8aRyyM/s400/IMG_4847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are our boys:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219367674924163522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SG7rPzgC4cI/AAAAAAAAAc0/f61yvOck_hI/s400/IMG_4844.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Again, Blogger is rotating my pictures. What's up?! Does anyone know what I am doing wrong? They are right side up in My Pictures. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to be taken to the berry fields via tractor ride, which all the boys except Levi loved. I'm sure we are quite a sight, both of us with a baby strapped to us, toddler in tow and running after preschoolers! Thankfully this seems to be a very popular outing among moms and their kids. We had some fun conversations with other moms of 3 and 4 kids on the tractor ride. It's like we're a part of a sisterhood or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we spent the afternoon with friends Anita, Symon and baby Elsa at Hayse Park. Wow, it's a great little place. They've got a creative playground to climb and play around, and a fantastic sand area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levi has really enjoyed climbing in the past few days! He's not so cautious lately; this afternoon we found him in his crib, though &lt;em&gt;we&lt;/em&gt; hadn't put him there!  Here's my little climber in action:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219366745303277778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SG7qZsZJ4NI/AAAAAAAAAcU/egk2Jjcga-Q/s400/IMG_4855.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But really, the afternoon was about the Sprayground. Look at this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SG7qZ7ybdbI/AAAAAAAAAcc/7VdInfIteqM/s1600-h/IMG_4861.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SG7qaMhEQoI/AAAAAAAAAck/2y-eaDFeU7U/s1600-h/IMG_4867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219366753926398594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SG7qaMhEQoI/AAAAAAAAAck/2y-eaDFeU7U/s400/IMG_4867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They had a blast! Levi wasn't interested in the sprinklers, so he spent the afternoon doing this:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219370189597692274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SG7tiLY70XI/AAAAAAAAAc8/mt1ltPwUwr0/s400/IMG_4871.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grrr.  More sideways photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Anita and I got to chat, and I got to hold baby Elsa.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219370197204830402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SG7tinuniMI/AAAAAAAAAdM/ThqHhTlWdik/s400/IMG_4877.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about an hour of running around in the sprayground, the boys were cold and hungry!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219370187884846626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SG7tiFAj3iI/AAAAAAAAAdE/ETaDstW92s8/s400/IMG_4872.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun got rid of their blue lips, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219370200048963650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SG7tiyUtkEI/AAAAAAAAAdU/mApDp2A7ICc/s400/IMG_4875.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31767201-1065538550674951589?l=godzwafam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godzwafam.blogspot.com/feeds/1065538550674951589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31767201&amp;postID=1065538550674951589' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31767201/posts/default/1065538550674951589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31767201/posts/default/1065538550674951589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godzwafam.blogspot.com/2008/07/blue-berries-and-blue-lips.html' title='Blue Berries and Blue Lips'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06932579725861343758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06877822241264464706'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SG7qZQU79aI/AAAAAAAAAcM/luOTI8aRyyM/s72-c/IMG_4847.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31767201.post-338598518356271732</id><published>2008-07-04T23:04:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T23:19:26.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, after only two weeks of summer vacation I hit a wall. It happened after the day at the zoo. I couldn't quite figure out what was making me so tired, until I realized that Nate had not been sleeping well for a few days. He was not napping well, but was also waking almost hourly during the night. I thought maybe we should start sleep training, but then realized that he might have an ear infection. I loaded the three kiddos into the car and drove to the doctor's office. Once there, after a 70 minute wait, the doctor looked in his ear and pronounced him perfectly healthy and ready to learn how to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only a few hours later, this was the scene at the Godzwa home:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219364080005680098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SG7n-jYsC-I/AAAAAAAAAb8/Uuh1-wzd3Aw/s400/IMG_4829.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sorry. I know that's gross, but several days later my life is still filled with much nose-wiping. Sometimes with kleenex, sometimes with my shirt (not by choice!). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nate was indeed sick with a cold which caused so much congestion that he simply could not breath while nursing or sucking on a pacifier. So instead of learning to sleep, he got to sleep with Mommy and pretty much get whatever he wanted while Daddy took up residence on the air mattress in the living room for a few nights. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A day later, Levi came down with the same thing, and then Sam followed suite.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;By Tuesday night I took Nate back into the doctor's office, and he did indeed have two ear infections. Poor baby.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;But I'm happy to report that the whole family is sleeping better, even though their noses still drain more than you can imagine - where does all that stuff come from?! I seem to have dodged a bullet, so I'm thankful. I'm also thankful that we nailed the ear infection before leaving for vacation! Woo hoo! More on that in the next post...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/31767201-338598518356271732?l=godzwafam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godzwafam.blogspot.com/feeds/338598518356271732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31767201&amp;postID=338598518356271732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31767201/posts/default/338598518356271732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31767201/posts/default/338598518356271732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godzwafam.blogspot.com/2008/07/well-after-only-two-weeks-of-summer.html' title=''/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06932579725861343758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06877822241264464706'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SG7n-jYsC-I/AAAAAAAAAb8/Uuh1-wzd3Aw/s72-c/IMG_4829.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31767201.post-871341273828728728</id><published>2008-07-04T22:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T23:04:16.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We went to the Animal Fair...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Another outing: the National Zoo! We're truly blessed to live only 10  min. from the zoo, so I'm almost embarassed to admit that this is our first visit since last summer.  I took the boys a couple weeks ago.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam likes to strike a pose lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219358900117437746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SG7jRCzF_TI/AAAAAAAAAbs/6oEXEKq23GQ/s400/IMG_4773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The highlight of our morning was the elephants.  We watched them play a little, and then got to see their bath.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Levi calls all animals "doggie".  Pretty cute when directed at an elephant!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219358872467330770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SG7jPbyy1tI/AAAAAAAAAbM/hFV2eS6Hrdw/s400/IMG_4746.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When asked what his favorite thing was at the zoo Sam responded, "the pizza playground!"  He's not much of an animal lover (although he does find them interesting!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219358884483431458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SG7jQIjp_CI/AAAAAAAAAbc/E7lZ9p5ZfWA/s400/IMG_4754.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hamming it up for the camera:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219358891626418834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SG7jQjKrUpI/AAAAAAAAAbk/XI85HYN4yIA/s400/IMG_4764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And cooling off a little in front of one of the misters:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219358875692722178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SG7jPnzyaAI/AAAAAAAAAbU/K2SJOEpgHas/s400/IMG_4747.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31767201-871341273828728728?l=godzwafam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://godzwafam.blogspot.com/feeds/871341273828728728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31767201&amp;postID=871341273828728728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31767201/posts/default/871341273828728728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31767201/posts/default/871341273828728728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://godzwafam.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-went-to-animal-fair.html' title='We went to the Animal Fair...'/><author><name>Jen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06932579725861343758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06877822241264464706'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oG9Mf4-_Ad4/SG7jRCzF_TI/AAAAAAAAAbs/6oEXEKq23GQ/s72-c/IMG_4773.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>