<?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-33901715</id><updated>2009-11-12T17:22:40.224-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in the Life</title><subtitle type='html'>of Mindy, Ron, Lucy, and Henry</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmdenning.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33901715/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmdenning.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33901715/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752452475229444042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>630</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33901715.post-8159260942203390558</id><published>2009-11-05T13:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T13:18:18.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween!</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the delay... but I did take some pictures of our kids in their costumes on Halloween - Lucy was Hydrant, her favorite stuffed dalmatian (it rarely leaves her sight), and Henry was Yoda!  He walks like Yoda too... and the hat snapped on so he couldn't pull it off (hehehe)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here are the kids at Grandma and Grandpa Hiddema's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in front &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of &lt;a href="http://denning.smugmug.com/Family/Childhood-Pictures/Halloween-Slider-Murals/3735406_gP8jz#214582118_bFZDN"&gt;the painted slider&lt;/a&gt; (it's tradition).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/SvMVSRN9HWI/AAAAAAAACNk/mWu8UC3Rpew/s1600-h/IMG_0362.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/SvMVSRN9HWI/AAAAAAAACNk/mWu8UC3Rpew/s400/IMG_0362.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400683781751119202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Back at our house, dressed and ready to go trick-or-treating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/SvMWdoqPFKI/AAAAAAAACNs/ttjQ1im0XVE/s1600-h/IMG_0389.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/SvMWdoqPFKI/AAAAAAAACNs/ttjQ1im0XVE/s400/IMG_0389.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400685076533941410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We took the kids up and down the cul-de-sac and that was about enough for both of them.  We asked Lucy if she wanted to keep going, and she said, "I think I have enough."  She was ready to get back in the warm house and start eating candy.  I wasn't complaining about going back inside either... it was a chilly Halloween this year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33901715-8159260942203390558?l=rmdenning.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmdenning.blogspot.com/feeds/8159260942203390558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33901715&amp;postID=8159260942203390558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33901715/posts/default/8159260942203390558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33901715/posts/default/8159260942203390558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmdenning.blogspot.com/2009/11/halloween.html' title='Halloween!'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752452475229444042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13074037794356676511'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/SvMVSRN9HWI/AAAAAAAACNk/mWu8UC3Rpew/s72-c/IMG_0362.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-33901715.post-3110710232365290723</id><published>2009-10-23T08:26:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T08:59:09.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are What You Wear...</title><content type='html'>If this rain keeps up today and my session is rescheduled, I have a shopping trip planned for myself.  My business paid me a few times and now I have a little bit of money that is just for me!  Instead of finding some excuse to avoid "wasting" it on myself, I am going to buy some clothes that I actually like.  I am looking for something that doesn't fall into the following two categories:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) yard work apparel&lt;br /&gt;2) preppy office style clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do like those kinds of clothes sometimes, but I am tired of not dressing appropriately for my lifestyle.  I am a mom, so I need something comfortable that I can move in, crawl on the floor, pick up kids, and not need to dry-clean.  I also feel the need to dress in a put-together, but fun way that reflects how I feel inside.  I've just never taken the time to figure out who that is, and for my own weird personal reasons, never bothered trying until the last year or so.  Not that I always feel put-together and fun, but I just don't feel like a black slacks and turtleneck sweater person right now, at least not as my only choice when it comes time to leave the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most days if I don't have anything going on, I stay in comfy clothes (i.e. sweat pants, long-sleeved t-shirts, maybe jeans), and wouldn't you know, it actually makes me feel down in the dumps!  I can't put on my black dress pants just for hanging out at the house, but I would love to find that middle ground, if there is one out there.  Maybe dressing better would have the opposite, and positive effect on how I feel every day, even if I am just hanging out at home!  I'm just not sure exactly where to start looking, so if you have a suggestion, feel free to leave a comment, or contact Stacy and Clinton from What Not To Wear, I think I would qualify!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33901715-3110710232365290723?l=rmdenning.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmdenning.blogspot.com/feeds/3110710232365290723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33901715&amp;postID=3110710232365290723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33901715/posts/default/3110710232365290723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33901715/posts/default/3110710232365290723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmdenning.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-are-what-you-wear.html' title='You Are What You Wear...'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752452475229444042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13074037794356676511'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33901715.post-2773966318730893336</id><published>2009-10-21T12:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T12:45:05.219-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/St86NTG3G_I/AAAAAAAACNc/eQZQS2tlR40/s1600-h/IMG_0276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/St86NTG3G_I/AAAAAAAACNc/eQZQS2tlR40/s400/IMG_0276.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395094878754905074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More photos (as I work on them) &lt;a href="http://denning.smugmug.com/Main/2009/Pumpkin-Patch/10042288_h8qBs#688083715_F3rft"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33901715-2773966318730893336?l=rmdenning.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmdenning.blogspot.com/feeds/2773966318730893336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33901715&amp;postID=2773966318730893336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33901715/posts/default/2773966318730893336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33901715/posts/default/2773966318730893336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmdenning.blogspot.com/2009/10/pumpkins.html' title='Pumpkins'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752452475229444042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13074037794356676511'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/St86NTG3G_I/AAAAAAAACNc/eQZQS2tlR40/s72-c/IMG_0276.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-33901715.post-3286352494079531839</id><published>2009-10-19T15:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T15:39:22.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baking and Hobbling</title><content type='html'>So, the new stove is in place and we love it!  It's so clean and has all kind of features our last oven/stove lacked.  So far the only thing we have baked are Pizza Rolls, but I am actually inspired to make some muffins today or tomorrow.  We can even lock the oven door by holding one button down for 3 seconds... is this something everyone has?  I think it is amazing and so great with kids.  That faint gas smell that constantly leaked from our last stove (not from the line hookup, from the stove itself) is no longer here!  A few minor finishing touches need to be done with the tiling and sliding the stove back into position a little bit further and we will be all set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been busy with sessions, and I've been trying to edit and keep everyone pretty happy... but ironically it is during this really busy time for me that I also made a decision to try to balance my time better.  I was getting sessions edited within a few days and that meant staying up well past midnight, editing in all my "down time" during the day, and for the remainder of every night.  I started doing photography professionally because I love it so much, and it would be ideal for me as a stay-at-home-mom because of the flexibility I would have in my schedule.  Like almost all other photographers I have gotten to know, it can easily take over your life and all your free time.  I think I mentioned this issue before, but my point now is that I rarely work on anything photography related after 10 PM, and I think that is a good thing for me!  As long as clients are aware of a general time-line, and there is some good communication, they are very understanding.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday I shot a wedding at &lt;a href="http://www.hope.edu/pr/stainedglass/about.html"&gt;Dimnent Memorial Chapel at Hope College&lt;/a&gt;, and about a half hour before the wedding started, I was carrying all my bags and camera gear down to the basement so it would be out of the way.  I also wanted to get some ring shots and maybe a couple of the dress before the bride put it on (it was a very easy-on dress, so no need to put it on much earlier!).  I missed the last step from the back of the church down to the north foyer, and rolled my ankle out, and it made 2 loud popping sounds with the accompanying sensation that is rather unpleasant.  I can't even think about it without cringing, sorry to put you through that too.  They made me sit while I waited for EMT, who checked my ankle and foot (the places they were pressing resulted in zero pain), I assured them I didn't think it was broken, walked on it okay, and was cleared to keep shooting.  Of course that wasted the half hour that I needed, but I had &lt;a href="http://www.capturingsubtleties.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sandy&lt;/a&gt; there to help cover some of the getting-ready details.  Although I do think she was a little terrified for a few minutes, thinking she might be on her own for the rest of the day.  I crouched and walked and hurried around for the rest of the day, kind of just pushing through my injury.  Later Saturday night and Sunday it hurt worse, but I think it is getting better quickly now.  I felt so ridiculous but everybody was so nice and concerned for me.  Unfortunately someone out there got a shot of me sitting at the base of the steps with their point-and-shoot, so I'm just dreading that showing up on Facebook eventually.  Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news - honeycrisp apples are being eaten, Henry got another haircut (I did a pretty good job, I think!), a trip to Post (or some other pumpkin patch place with donuts and cider) is planned for tomorrow, and Ron has conferences again tonight, which means a long day on my own with these two kids and my bad ankle (and lots of work to do)!  Back to it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33901715-3286352494079531839?l=rmdenning.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmdenning.blogspot.com/feeds/3286352494079531839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33901715&amp;postID=3286352494079531839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33901715/posts/default/3286352494079531839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33901715/posts/default/3286352494079531839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmdenning.blogspot.com/2009/10/baking-and-hobbling.html' title='Baking and Hobbling'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752452475229444042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13074037794356676511'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33901715.post-3818521475559080982</id><published>2009-10-09T12:21:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T12:58:54.381-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Now We're Cookin'</title><content type='html'>When we moved into this house we also inherited an original (circa 1986) Tappan stove/oven, a nice off-white version with fluorescent stove light that flickers on if you hold the button down long enough ;)... All four burners ignite, the oven bakes things... generally speaking, it has served us well.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/Ss9j7MGEhZI/AAAAAAAACM8/09xUeaj4rsY/s1600-h/JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/Ss9j7MGEhZI/AAAAAAAACM8/09xUeaj4rsY/s400/JPG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390637147495892370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/Ss9kKDXLu2I/AAAAAAAACNE/c98E0TVQHaM/s1600-h/JPG1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/Ss9kKDXLu2I/AAAAAAAACNE/c98E0TVQHaM/s400/JPG1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390637402849786722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/Ss9k_yRZHTI/AAAAAAAACNM/ssgw1FNSwOE/s1600-h/IMG_0505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/Ss9k_yRZHTI/AAAAAAAACNM/ssgw1FNSwOE/s400/IMG_0505.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390638325975031090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Are you at all surprised that I took photos of our oven and made collages?  I didn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other notable characteristics include the peeling "wood" veneer (sticker), charred burners, an oven door that is sealed by a now ineffective, flimsy gasket (if you stand in front of the oven while it is on, you will feel the actual temperature it is set to, shooting up toward your face).  Speaking of the oven door, despite hours (I'm not kidding) of scouring and scrubbing with every kind of solvent (chemical and natural), I can not get the grime off the door to see through the window, so I can't really see in, and it always looks dirty.  The "digital" clock, which may or may not work, we really don't care, has been set to 7:14, probably since the first Bush administration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some people cook on even older, rougher looking appliances and they aren't complaining... well, I'm not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;complaining&lt;/span&gt; either (although I will say our oven has a lot of "character" compared to most others' we know), but I just think it is nice to be able to upgrade!  We wanted to replace this appliance for a couple years now, and patiently waited until we could buy with cash, and put in one that was nice enough to last a long time, just like I am sure this one was back in the era of roller-skates and Rubik's Cubes, when it was brand new along with the house (built in 1986).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After over 20 years of service, this old girl is ready to retire.  Our new stove is being delivered sometime tomorrow (although I'll be shooting a wedding, so when I come home it should be all hooked up and ready for action!).  We love cooking with gas burners.  The stove surface is cast-iron, and recessed down to almost countertop level, so it will still look pretty streamlined on our island.  I also like being able to see through the oven door!  It has a great safety feature that locks out the controls so kids can't accidentally turn on the stove or oven, which was important to me, since we needed a slide-in (due to the height of the taller part of our island/bar, we can't have to drop-in with the controls in the back).  I am really easy to please... but we are excited because this is basically the first &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;new &lt;/span&gt;big-ticket item we have ever purchased for our home, besides our vacuum cleaner, TV, and our Ikea bedroom dressers (our other furniture, and appliances are all second-hand) - probably because so much of our resources were put into remodeling and updating the house itself.  We went with a Kenmore.  Over the next couple of years we hope to replace our other appliances with Kenmore stainless steel as well.  Anyway, here's a look at what we're getting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/Ss9mpq60q6I/AAAAAAAACNU/6CoZf80s2FQ/s1600-h/stove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 248px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/Ss9mpq60q6I/AAAAAAAACNU/6CoZf80s2FQ/s400/stove.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390640145067453346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33901715-3818521475559080982?l=rmdenning.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmdenning.blogspot.com/feeds/3818521475559080982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33901715&amp;postID=3818521475559080982' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33901715/posts/default/3818521475559080982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33901715/posts/default/3818521475559080982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmdenning.blogspot.com/2009/10/now-were-cookin.html' title='Now We&apos;re Cookin&apos;'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752452475229444042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13074037794356676511'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/Ss9j7MGEhZI/AAAAAAAACM8/09xUeaj4rsY/s72-c/JPG.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-33901715.post-7091005723322197787</id><published>2009-10-05T09:16:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T09:35:59.424-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Party!</title><content type='html'>Saturday we celebrated the kids' birthdays with a party at our house.  The house was pretty full of family and a few friends.  It gave us a reason to get the garage cleaned out, and the rest of the house picked up, at least for a few minutes before everyone arrived!  There are still balloons all over the floor and a bunch of new toys, but Saturday night it was overwhelming looking at the aftermath!  I guess that's a sign of a good party.  Anyway, we let Henry have his cake early on, because he was so tired already....poor kid.  He hadn't napped all afternoon.  After this he got cleaned up and had a little more party time before I put him down for a nap....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/SsnzxdsOzLI/AAAAAAAACM0/KmOk1ucq8nI/s1600-h/IMG_0004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/SsnzxdsOzLI/AAAAAAAACM0/KmOk1ucq8nI/s400/IMG_0004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389106460234796210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/SsnzqS7N7hI/AAAAAAAACMs/9KC127k8yzY/s1600-h/IMG_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/SsnzqS7N7hI/AAAAAAAACMs/9KC127k8yzY/s400/IMG_0003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389106337085779474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;He ended up eating most of that little cake, seriously!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/Ssnx7x-mYvI/AAAAAAAACMc/mVrWyaK8-Uw/s1600-h/IMG_0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/Ssnx7x-mYvI/AAAAAAAACMc/mVrWyaK8-Uw/s400/IMG_0012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389104438455984882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While Henry napped, the party continued.... Here is a photo of Lucy I took while everyone sang "Happy Birthday" to her.  Henry was napping at the time.  I love the picture, but check out the video, too, it's even better (thanks for taking it Kelly)! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/SsnyCq7vwUI/AAAAAAAACMk/Xf8mX9DYaC4/s1600-h/IMG_0033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/SsnyCq7vwUI/AAAAAAAACMk/Xf8mX9DYaC4/s400/IMG_0033.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389104556824052034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=6900624&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=6900624&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids painted little pumpkins...  which I think actually settled them down a little bit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=6901686&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=6901686&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later this morning I am taking the kids to see the pediatrician for the regular check-up.... we'll see how big they've gotten!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://denning.smugmug.com/Main/2009/Kids-Birthday-Party/9854859_YZmc5#670292014_waUu4"&gt;Many more photos are here&lt;/a&gt;, but I still have to add some more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33901715-7091005723322197787?l=rmdenning.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmdenning.blogspot.com/feeds/7091005723322197787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33901715&amp;postID=7091005723322197787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33901715/posts/default/7091005723322197787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33901715/posts/default/7091005723322197787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmdenning.blogspot.com/2009/10/party.html' title='Party!'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752452475229444042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13074037794356676511'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/SsnzxdsOzLI/AAAAAAAACM0/KmOk1ucq8nI/s72-c/IMG_0004.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-33901715.post-48971429436692482</id><published>2009-10-01T14:58:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T22:33:06.125-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Girl!</title><content type='html'>Today Lucy turned three years old... my memories of &lt;a href="http://denning.smugmug.com/Main/2006/Lucy-Helena-October-1-2006/1959466_5RWbq"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that &lt;/span&gt;day&lt;/a&gt; are a little hazier, and I have to wonder what I'll be left with as the years go by, to remember that experience.  I was anxious and excited, fairly well-prepared for the technical aspect of having a baby, but the pain was something else!  It was late, dark, and I wanted Mr. Anesthesiologist to stop by but they kept telling me he was doing this or that, while I progressed to 10 cm.  I can just imagine the nurses at their station saying, "let's just see if she can make it to 10 without the epidural, she's doing great and she doesn't have far to go...".  Of course I have no idea if they actually said anything like that, but I have to wonder why my repeated requests for the epidural hadn't actually been met.  They let me go long enough that eventually I got crabby and was insisting that Ron contact a nurse and make this thing happen... I could not muster the will to press the button and talk to someone myself, I was too busy trying to rip my pillow in half.  Finally I got it, just before my last check, only to find that it was time to push!  Good thing we have great insurance - because it was too late to help me anyway, but darn it, I got that epidural!!!  I believe there were at least 10 people in there.  My OB-GYN was there, but hanging back much of the time, while my LD nurse did most of the work (things went relatively smoothly).  I think someone ordered a party sub.  I didn't really care, I was a little preoccupied and apparently it was a slow night on that floor, so I figured hey, come on in!  It seemed like they were all as anxious as we were to find out if it was a boy or a girl (could be my perception was skewed by hormones, but they really did seem genuinely excited as they cheered me on).  Maybe Ron can remember better!  I don't remember much, other than Lucy being put on my chest in the dark delivery room, her dark eyes wide open and looking at me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast-forward three years and I'm even more proud - not of that event  - but our amazing daughter and how she has developed her unique personality, her moods, her intelligence, and all her abilities.  She's so healthy and smart, and we couldn't feel more blessed.  As she gets a little bit older, and shows her own imperfections, it is just a reminder that we created a real person who is no longer that clean slate of an infant.  She will continue to grow and change, and meet challenges, struggle, win, lose, get hurt, make mistakes, triumph, and all those complexities of life and living.  Sometimes I miss cuddling with a tiny newborn who can't squirm out of your arms, but who she is becoming is so much more exciting than who she was.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/SsVQS1Lq4LI/AAAAAAAACMU/N_MFiuHPVW4/s1600-h/IMG_2037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/SsVQS1Lq4LI/AAAAAAAACMU/N_MFiuHPVW4/s400/IMG_2037.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387800813662560434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33901715-48971429436692482?l=rmdenning.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmdenning.blogspot.com/feeds/48971429436692482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33901715&amp;postID=48971429436692482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33901715/posts/default/48971429436692482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33901715/posts/default/48971429436692482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmdenning.blogspot.com/2009/10/birthday-girl.html' title='Birthday Girl!'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752452475229444042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13074037794356676511'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/SsVQS1Lq4LI/AAAAAAAACMU/N_MFiuHPVW4/s72-c/IMG_2037.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-33901715.post-8897657363917986423</id><published>2009-09-28T21:00:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T21:45:12.798-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Boy!</title><content type='html'>So one year ago tonight I was hanging out in our swanky hospital room, IV needle still stuck in my hand... probably about ready to send Henry off to the nursery for our one night of "rest."  Post-delivery, without getting into too much detail, makes it hard to get really comfy in that bed and sleep well, but at least I was on a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bed&lt;/span&gt;, which is more than Ron can say... then again he wasn't the one who just delivered a 9 pound baby.  Not that I'm complaining, it was one of the two most exhilarating events of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, &lt;a href="http://denning.smugmug.com/Main/2008/Henry-William-is-Here/6105553_GGZoD#384785141_gW7uZ"&gt;Henry was born at 4:19 PM&lt;/a&gt;.  Contractions started late-morning (at least that's when I started feeling them with a pattern), and I still remember the walks we took the night before, and the morning of his birth.  I was relatively calm and excited (if those two things don't contradict each other), and the delivery experience seemed so much brighter than Lucy's.  The fact that he was born during business hours (as opposed to 2 AM) might have been part of that, but the epidural that got me through the last couple hours of labor probably made a difference as well ;).  We stayed for the minimal amount of time (the required 24 hours after his birth), being sure to &lt;a href="http://rmdenning.blogspot.com/2008/09/we-have-some-news.html"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;, watching Evan Almighty and snapping photos, packing up our stuff, and making a few more phone calls.  I couldn't wait to get home.  Just like when Lucy was born, we drove home on a rainy fall day and put him in the bassinet my dad made, wondering what it was going to be like now that we were home, "on our own" with two kids to take care of!  Some blurry days and nights followed, but we got through it gracefully and confidently, only crashing into the bedroom door jamb in the dark a couple times.  Now when I hold my big 1 year old son (who is following in his sister's footsteps along the growth chart), I can barely remember how tiny he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking back at those photos I took at the hospital of him, he has changed so much!  Lucy has too, she wasn't even 2 years old (quite yet).  Our daily life seems a bit chaotic at this stage, but at the same time I feel like everything is going according to plan!  Tonight we went to the Rainbow Grill for dinner, and Lucy was extra chatty and inquisitive, and had her volume turned up to 11.  Henry sat nicely and looked cute, but spliced in random shrieks that definitely turned some heads, while we both scrambled to give him another spoonful of mashed potatoes or applesauce, while Lucy started getting extra upset at how messy our table was! And  Where did that lady go?  I need to tell you something!  My fork keeps sliding off the bowl!  What's that?  Barbeque sauce?  I like barbeque sauce.  Look at me (drinks milk then spits it into water)!  Is that guy happy?  Is she your friend? (because I had been talking to &lt;a href="http://theterpblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Katie's&lt;/a&gt; mom; she and Katie's dad sat in the booth across from us!)  [Henry whips sippy cup to the floor].  We were both cracking up - they weren't being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bad&lt;/span&gt;, but it was just... how can I put it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I ate my meal, but I don't remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Henry has a personality not unlike Lucy's, but for now it's dialed down just a bit.  I'm sure he will turn it up soon enough.  He has been taking more steps on his own, but still prefers to crawl - he's super quick and disappears into Lucy's room, usually to try to climb onto her bed, which isn't the best thing because he will fall off, so that means I have to go get him, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; means he gets angry.  He loves food of all kinds, especially PB&amp;amp;J sandwiches, and tends to hit and shove more than Lucy ever did at that age (uh-oh).  He's just so cute and happy, and I won't even attempt to explain the love we have for him and his big sister.  I think Lucy is even starting to think he's pretty cool too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/SsFh01Wxt8I/AAAAAAAACMM/elzLoaL2wrI/s1600-h/643100489_zmDuY-XL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 391px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/SsFh01Wxt8I/AAAAAAAACMM/elzLoaL2wrI/s400/643100489_zmDuY-XL.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386694189615527874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy 1st Birthday Buddy!!!&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/33901715-8897657363917986423?l=rmdenning.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmdenning.blogspot.com/feeds/8897657363917986423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33901715&amp;postID=8897657363917986423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33901715/posts/default/8897657363917986423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33901715/posts/default/8897657363917986423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmdenning.blogspot.com/2009/09/birthday-boy.html' title='Birthday Boy!'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752452475229444042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13074037794356676511'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/SsFh01Wxt8I/AAAAAAAACMM/elzLoaL2wrI/s72-c/643100489_zmDuY-XL.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-33901715.post-8936469807993384315</id><published>2009-09-21T08:04:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T11:55:53.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild Thing</title><content type='html'>Last night we had one of our regularly scheduled birthday/anniversary parties at my grandparents' house in Grandville.  My parents took the motorcycle there since it was a nice day, and my grandma Myrt had mentioned she wanted a ride... so after dinner she put on some shades and climbed on)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/SrdsEQeI7nI/AAAAAAAACLk/_sXkNTXL0VE/s1600-h/IMG_4396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/SrdsEQeI7nI/AAAAAAAACLk/_sXkNTXL0VE/s400/IMG_4396.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383890699941375602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/SrduoHp17eI/AAAAAAAACL0/EIuDGMONMr8/s1600-h/IMG_4402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/SrduoHp17eI/AAAAAAAACL0/EIuDGMONMr8/s400/IMG_4402.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383893515073088994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meanwhile we all hung out in the front lawn and driveway waiting for them to come back.  The wrong motorcycle drove by (with a man and a woman) and we were so ready that we all started shouting and taking pictures and video.. only to realize as they came into focus we had the wrong people.  The confused look on the guy's face, and then awkward smile and wave, was pretty unforgettable, and we all had a pretty good laugh about it.  Maybe we're easily amused, or maybe you "had to be there," but it was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy took it upon herself to lay in the grass and look at the sky.  She's trying to find shapes in the clouds, so Ron joined her.  Since I had my camera out already I took a couple snapshots...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/Sreh9gEg21I/AAAAAAAACL8/xw-JlnOi8vs/s1600-h/IMG_4419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/Sreh9gEg21I/AAAAAAAACL8/xw-JlnOi8vs/s400/IMG_4419.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383949957497674578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They came back (eventually) and Grandma was all smiles :)  Love it.  Well, this isn't really that surprising - the fact that she's 80 and did this - because she is blessed with health and vitality and definitely does not act like an old lady at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/Srdr8aTV0QI/AAAAAAAACLc/6iJ3In1Odo4/s1600-h/IMG_4435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/Srdr8aTV0QI/AAAAAAAACLc/6iJ3In1Odo4/s400/IMG_4435.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383890565141483778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://denning.smugmug.com/Main/2009/Hiddema-Party-9-20-09/9707125_gtUNz#656285109_wtcVw"&gt;More photos here!&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/33901715-8936469807993384315?l=rmdenning.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmdenning.blogspot.com/feeds/8936469807993384315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33901715&amp;postID=8936469807993384315' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33901715/posts/default/8936469807993384315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33901715/posts/default/8936469807993384315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmdenning.blogspot.com/2009/09/wild-thing.html' title='Wild Thing'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752452475229444042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13074037794356676511'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/SrdsEQeI7nI/AAAAAAAACLk/_sXkNTXL0VE/s72-c/IMG_4396.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-33901715.post-7459465310889394008</id><published>2009-09-16T08:55:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T10:05:01.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/SrDhGf4-8lI/AAAAAAAACK8/SBi-4Y0Y9Ko/s1600-h/KB065-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/SrDhGf4-8lI/AAAAAAAACK8/SBi-4Y0Y9Ko/s400/KB065-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382049056463712850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunday we visited John Ball Zoo, which we hadn't done yet this summer.  The crowds weren't bad, either.  The Siberian Tiger roared &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;, and we actually got to see the snow leopard, which is usually hiding - this time it was sleeping in the front corner of it's area, only about 6 feet from us.  Lucy rode the camel, and loved it!  Henry looked at animals, and seemed to be pretty interested in many of them, but for the most part he was along for the ride in the stroller.   It was the most fun we've had at the zoo with the kids (well, last year one of our kids was still in the oven, and we went during a major heat wave - at least that's how I remember it).  Lucy walked a lot, and asked a lot of questions, and was saying "hi" to all the animals.  We stopped at the bear and she looked at it for a while - it was standing right there in front, being all awesome and bear-like, and then she said, "Okay, let's go look at some different animals."  She'd repeat that phrase several more times when something wasn't exciting to her.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/SrDnqseuWtI/AAAAAAAACLU/BYzlA7BW9V0/s1600-h/JPG-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/SrDnqseuWtI/AAAAAAAACLU/BYzlA7BW9V0/s400/JPG-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382056275388291794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course monkeys were a big hit, and frogs and snakes.  She pet stingrays (although as soon as one would swim up under her hand she'd pull her hand out and giggle) and the pygmy goats.  She fed a parakeet with a stick with bird seed stuck to the end of it.  When I purchased the food-stick for a buck, and handed it to her, she immediately put it in her mouth.  No!  Then on the 5 foot walk to the door of the giant bird cage, she picked off half of the food!  Stop!  Some was still on it though, and a birdie came right away and perched on her stick for quite a while, eating what was left, so she thought that was pretty amazing.  Then she chased other floor-scavenging birds around with her seedless stick for a minute, until I could no longer stand the smell of the bird droppings-slash-disinfectant and got us out of there, straight to the Purell dispenser!  Phew!  Good times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much of the time I was doing the zoo activities with her, while Ron handled the photography and stroller pushing duties (we brought along the somewhat less extravagant camera with us for this trip).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got these ones of her on the camel, however, while he took a video clip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/SrDgnt3ZXRI/AAAAAAAACK0/VyzXXNjo0m0/s1600-h/JPG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/SrDgnt3ZXRI/AAAAAAAACK0/VyzXXNjo0m0/s400/JPG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382048527639207186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/SrDhvyzMxRI/AAAAAAAACLE/3awIjsHAth4/s1600-h/KB065-18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/SrDhvyzMxRI/AAAAAAAACLE/3awIjsHAth4/s400/KB065-18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382049765914363154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'll admit I was slightly nervous that she'd freak out and launch herself off the camel, but she held on tight and smiled the whole time... I've never ridden a camel.  Pretty cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33901715-7459465310889394008?l=rmdenning.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmdenning.blogspot.com/feeds/7459465310889394008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33901715&amp;postID=7459465310889394008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33901715/posts/default/7459465310889394008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33901715/posts/default/7459465310889394008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmdenning.blogspot.com/2009/09/zoo.html' title='Zoo!'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752452475229444042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13074037794356676511'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/SrDhGf4-8lI/AAAAAAAACK8/SBi-4Y0Y9Ko/s72-c/KB065-2.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-33901715.post-1753203118139018892</id><published>2009-09-11T09:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T09:22:54.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop and Hear the Music</title><content type='html'>This is interesting - from a forward I received that was actually worth reading.  The video clip is really well done too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washington , DC Metro Station on a cold January morning in 2007.                                                                                &lt;br /&gt;                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;The man with a violin played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time approximately 2 thousand people went through the station, most  of them on their way to work.                                                                                                               &lt;br /&gt;                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;After 3 minutes, a middle aged man noticed there was a musician playing.   He slowed his pace and stopped for a few seconds and then hurried to meet his schedule.                                                           &lt;br /&gt;                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;4 minutes later:                                                        &lt;br /&gt;The violinist received his first dollar: a woman threw the money in the   hat and, without stopping, continued to walk.                           &lt;br /&gt;                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;6 minutes:                                                              &lt;br /&gt;A young man leaned against the wall to listen to him, then looked at his  watch and started to walk again.                                        &lt;br /&gt;                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;10 minutes:                                                             &lt;br /&gt;A 3-year old boy stopped but his mother tugged him along hurriedly. The   kid stopped to look at  the violinist again, but the mother pushed hard and the child continued to walk, turning his head all the time. This action   was repeated by several other children. Every parent, without exception,  forced their children to move on quickly.                               &lt;br /&gt;                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;45 minutes:                                                             &lt;br /&gt;The musician played continuously..  Only 6 people stopped and listened for a short while. About 20 gave money, but continued to walk at their normal pace.  The man collected a total of $32.                                &lt;br /&gt;                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;1 hour:                                                                 &lt;br /&gt;He finished playing and silence took over. No one noticed. No one         applauded, nor was there any recognition.                               &lt;br /&gt;                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;Findings:                                                               &lt;br /&gt;No one knew this, but the violinist was Joshua Bell, one of the greatest  musicians in the world. He played one of the most intricate pieces ever   written, with a violin worth $3.5 million dollars. Two days before Joshua Bell sold out a theater in Boston where the seats averaged $100.        &lt;br /&gt;                                                                      &lt;br /&gt;Joshua Bell playing incognito in the Metro Station was organized by the   Washington Post as part of a social experiment about perception, taste,   and people's priorities. The questions raised: "In a common place         environment, at an inappropriate hour, do we perceive beauty? Do we stop  to appreciate it? Do we recognize talent in an unexpected context?"     &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                  &lt;br /&gt;One possible conclusion reached from this experiment could be this:       If we do not have a moment to stop and listen to one of the best musicians in the world, playing some of the finest music ever written, with one of  the most beautiful instruments ever made.... How many other things are we&lt;br /&gt;missing?                                                              &lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hnOPu0_YWhw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hnOPu0_YWhw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33901715-1753203118139018892?l=rmdenning.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmdenning.blogspot.com/feeds/1753203118139018892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33901715&amp;postID=1753203118139018892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33901715/posts/default/1753203118139018892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33901715/posts/default/1753203118139018892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmdenning.blogspot.com/2009/09/stop-and-hear-music.html' title='Stop and Hear the Music'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752452475229444042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13074037794356676511'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33901715.post-4150821224851682334</id><published>2009-09-09T11:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T11:16:28.591-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the First Day of School...</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/T0L1vA6k8Dc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/T0L1vA6k8Dc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw this posted on Facebook by a relative - I thought it was pretty funny.  I'm not so sure if the boy in the video would agree!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33901715-4150821224851682334?l=rmdenning.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmdenning.blogspot.com/feeds/4150821224851682334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33901715&amp;postID=4150821224851682334' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33901715/posts/default/4150821224851682334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33901715/posts/default/4150821224851682334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmdenning.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-first-day-of-school.html' title='It&apos;s the First Day of School...'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752452475229444042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13074037794356676511'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33901715.post-740158529792790993</id><published>2009-09-08T09:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T10:15:03.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Year Blogiversary</title><content type='html'>I can't believe I forgot my own 3 year Blogiversary: It was September 5.  &lt;a href="http://rmdenning.blogspot.com/2006/09/starting-over-new-blog.html"&gt;Here is what I had to say&lt;/a&gt; back in 2006 (and a glimpse of a tiny little Lucy still a bun in the oven).  In three years, I have posted 621 times, more if you count posts that I've gone back and deleted.  I even had a blog before this one, but it was deleted entirely.  Anyway, thank you to all my loyal and occasional stumble-upon readers.  Here's to another great year talking about nothing in particular.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33901715-740158529792790993?l=rmdenning.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmdenning.blogspot.com/feeds/740158529792790993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33901715&amp;postID=740158529792790993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33901715/posts/default/740158529792790993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33901715/posts/default/740158529792790993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmdenning.blogspot.com/2009/09/3-year-blogiversary.html' title='3 Year Blogiversary'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752452475229444042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13074037794356676511'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33901715.post-5940978536886168322</id><published>2009-08-31T12:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T12:52:11.615-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's to Fall</title><content type='html'>Today is the last "official" day of summer vacation for Ron.  Tomorrow he reports back to work, and I know everyone is rolling their eyes a little thinking of how good he has it as a teacher, regarding the 3 month vacation he gets every year.  Yeah, well, it is pretty nice.  I could say something like, "well, the price he has to pay for the 3 month break is the fact that he deals with 150 teenagers every day.." etc. etc. but he actually loves his job and is good at it.  I am glad I married a high school teacher.  True story: part of me thought that someday I might marry a teacher.  You think I am making that up in hindsight?  Nope.  And now that I have, I realize that either I must be subconsciously psychic or just knew at a young age what I wanted.  Or I just got lucky.  The fact that he is a teacher is a huge contributing factor in my photography business being possible too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this cooler summer weather is a welcome treat in my book.  I even wore a sweater for part of the day yesterday!  Usually our fall is so short you can barely enjoy it before we're buried under 4 feet of snow... maybe this year we will get an extended version.  I'm okay with that.  Bring on the pretty leaves!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33901715-5940978536886168322?l=rmdenning.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmdenning.blogspot.com/feeds/5940978536886168322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33901715&amp;postID=5940978536886168322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33901715/posts/default/5940978536886168322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33901715/posts/default/5940978536886168322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmdenning.blogspot.com/2009/08/heres-to-fall.html' title='Here&apos;s to Fall'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752452475229444042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13074037794356676511'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33901715.post-7322021589943029646</id><published>2009-08-20T18:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T21:10:51.022-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Helper</title><content type='html'>I have been so busy these days with sessions and editing, I feel like I constantly need to be working on pictures... and to be honest, I am excited to be going into a week-long stretch of no sessions! I can get caught up on editing at night (and a little during the day, I can't help it), and spend some more time doing "normal" things... or things that I don't usually give myself time to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today started out a little rainy, so I decided that I would bake chocolate chip cookies with Lucy. Ron had to run to the store and pick up some ingredients that we were out of (he can throw a hat on and run to Family Fare more easily than I can make myself look presentable!). Eventually I got a good stopping point in my editing that I could get baking! I tied an apron around Lucy and she helped dump ingredients into the big bowl and stir them... later she helped drop the balls of dough onto the cookie sheet... she was really having a lot of fun. Of course she was more interested in eating the cookies...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocking sidenote: I quickly wiped off my hands and snapped a few pictures... then I had to get back to the task at hand: keeping her from eating all the chocolate chips out of the bowl, " 'cause they're yummy! " Apron, ponytail, how could I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;take a few photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/So26f1XywGI/AAAAAAAACKQ/bfceJyqC6_o/s1600-h/2009-07-01+Lucy+33-36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/So26f1XywGI/AAAAAAAACKQ/bfceJyqC6_o/s400/2009-07-01+Lucy+33-36.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372154986588455010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kelly and Heath visited a couple times in the past month, and made a good point that we need to take more videos of Lucy (and Henry) to share online... so I decided this would be a perfect opportunity... Our daily life is full of zany moments like this (and the truth comes out, our house often looks like a tornado hit.  This is what happens when I neglect cleaning for a few hours):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=6201447&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=6201447&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ron's good friend from high school (in the U.P.) and his fiance are coming down for the weekend... we haven't seen Chad in 3 years - the last time was at their 10 year high school reunion, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I was 7 months pregnant with Lucy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;!  I have never met Carrie, but I'm really looking forward to their visit and getting a chance to know her a little bit...&lt;/span&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/33901715-7322021589943029646?l=rmdenning.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmdenning.blogspot.com/feeds/7322021589943029646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33901715&amp;postID=7322021589943029646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33901715/posts/default/7322021589943029646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33901715/posts/default/7322021589943029646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmdenning.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-have-been-so-busy-these-days-with.html' title='Little Helper'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752452475229444042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13074037794356676511'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/So26f1XywGI/AAAAAAAACKQ/bfceJyqC6_o/s72-c/2009-07-01+Lucy+33-36.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-33901715.post-1463011404773519225</id><published>2009-08-19T11:42:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T11:54:30.035-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reception</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/SoweNRJR7qI/AAAAAAAACKI/ASfHveLBg68/s1600-h/2009-08-14+Reception.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/SoweNRJR7qI/AAAAAAAACKI/ASfHveLBg68/s400/2009-08-14+Reception.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371701668835618466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last Saturday we celebrated &lt;a href="http://www.mindyleigh.com/blog/2009/06/kelly-heath-61609.html"&gt;Kelly and Heath's wedding&lt;/a&gt; with a hometown reception in our parents' back yard.  Lots of friends and family members stopped by, we had great food, drinks, music, and stayed up talking and laughing after putting the kids to bed there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tieceofcake.blogspot.com"&gt;Tiece&lt;/a&gt; made the cupcakes and everyone loved them!  My parents did the rest of the food, other than the fabulous pasta salad brought by our good family friend Lori - she and her husband Dave were friends with our parents back when they were all first married... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual it was just nice to get another chance to hang out with Kelly and Heath - the kids know them well despite the fact they live in Evanston :).  Everything went really smoothly, and with minimal stress getting things ready, the back yard looked great, and people were happy, and all to celebrate two people we love.  Congrats (again) guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33901715-1463011404773519225?l=rmdenning.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmdenning.blogspot.com/feeds/1463011404773519225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33901715&amp;postID=1463011404773519225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33901715/posts/default/1463011404773519225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33901715/posts/default/1463011404773519225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmdenning.blogspot.com/2009/08/reception.html' title='Reception'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752452475229444042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13074037794356676511'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/SoweNRJR7qI/AAAAAAAACKI/ASfHveLBg68/s72-c/2009-08-14+Reception.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-33901715.post-3008402614098643299</id><published>2009-08-13T00:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T00:29:09.322-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Daily Life</title><content type='html'>Last weekend Ron and I went up to Traverse City to tour the wineries - we ended up purchasing 1 bottle from 5 of the wineries, and 2 bottles from 2 of them.  We have yet to drink any of that wine, as we are actually trying to build a collection of decent wine so we have it available to share with guests at all of our lavish dinner parties.  Right!  Anyway, it was nice to get away, even though we weren't gone for long.  Then Saturday I had a &lt;a href="http://www.mindyleigh.com/blog/2009/08/test-of-time.html"&gt;session&lt;/a&gt; shortly after we got home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's kind of silly to blog about not blogging, but obviously there has been a significant drop in my number of posts this summer!  The main reasons being 1) too much time wasted on Facebook has cut into my "excessive" blogging and 2) photography work is keeping me busy, and if I'm on the computer I should try to be doing something constructive (or else see reason #1).  When I've spent time editing, uploading, e-mailing, and blogging a session, I really am about computered out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the homefront, our basement bathroom is decorated.  What a difference matching shower curtain, towels, and a candle can make!  I like it much more than our main floor bath!  Uh-oh... another room I am going to want to redo in the next year or two!  Lucy is supposed to be going to school this fall, but has regressed terribly in the potty-training department.  Some days she is amazing and other days it is like she doesn't even care at all.  We've tried charts, treats, tons of praise, asking her a lot, not asking her at all, reminding her to tell us... I know she'll get it eventually.  Sometimes she announces that she has to go, and she stays dry for hours and hours (or all day!), other times she fights tooth and nail.  If you know Lucy at all, you know she can put up quite a fight if she chooses to, and it can be tricky trying to convince her without her shutting down even more.  I refuse to strap my child to a toilet all day until they happen to pee.  Henry is working on even more teeth and I can tell by how he is crying that his mouth hurts.  Poor guy.  He's still pretty happy overall, and his teething isn't waking him up at night, which is nice....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and I'm up too late again.  Goodnight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33901715-3008402614098643299?l=rmdenning.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmdenning.blogspot.com/feeds/3008402614098643299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33901715&amp;postID=3008402614098643299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33901715/posts/default/3008402614098643299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33901715/posts/default/3008402614098643299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmdenning.blogspot.com/2009/08/daily-life.html' title='Daily Life'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752452475229444042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13074037794356676511'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33901715.post-8176888944808649850</id><published>2009-08-07T09:02:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T09:10:21.244-04:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/SnwnpslADJI/AAAAAAAACKA/mQniKK8XsI4/s1600-h/Wedding+8-7-04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/SnwnpslADJI/AAAAAAAACKA/mQniKK8XsI4/s400/Wedding+8-7-04.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367208453213260946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today is our 5th anniversary and we are heading up to Traverse City to tour the wineries on the Old Mission Peninsula.  I think people never stop saying, I can't believe it's been __ years...." and I am no exception.  It really has gone by so quickly!  I love you Ron, and I love my life.  Happy anniversary!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33901715-8176888944808649850?l=rmdenning.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmdenning.blogspot.com/feeds/8176888944808649850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33901715&amp;postID=8176888944808649850' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33901715/posts/default/8176888944808649850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33901715/posts/default/8176888944808649850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmdenning.blogspot.com/2009/08/5-years.html' title='5 Years'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752452475229444042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13074037794356676511'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/SnwnpslADJI/AAAAAAAACKA/mQniKK8XsI4/s72-c/Wedding+8-7-04.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-33901715.post-3007392541948378114</id><published>2009-08-05T20:51:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T12:08:43.325-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blueberries</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/Snopme2K8dI/AAAAAAAACJ4/Na85ra8OO5c/s1600-h/2009-08-05+Blueberry+Picking1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/Snopme2K8dI/AAAAAAAACJ4/Na85ra8OO5c/s400/2009-08-05+Blueberry+Picking1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366647647057408466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This morning Ron, Lucy, and I went blueberry picking at Irvine's in Hudsonville.  We got there around 9 AM, the dew was still on the grass, and the sun was still fairly low in the sky.  It was beautiful, and we were the only ones there!  The owner and her dog greeted us and told us all about their farm.  Last year we went to Reender's, which was great, but we loved Irvine's because it was closer, smaller, less commercial, and had heirloom varieties instead of the most common "Bluecrop" which tend to be larger but sometimes less flavorful.  The kind we picked were Rubels, planted by the owner's grandparents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Lucy helped a lot picking at first, but then switched over to more eating.  We ended up taking home 5 pounds, which is a perfect amount (we didn't use up the 7 pounds we picked last year).  I spent most of the time &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;picking&lt;/span&gt;, believe it or not.  However, I did bring my camera and took some photos after my bucket was getting full. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Henry at home this time, and my mom came over and watched him for a couple hours.  It's nice to give Lucy a little extra special attention these days, since I think she is starting to get more competitive with Henry as he accomplishes new things and is interacting with her a lot more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We definitely have our new favorite place to go pick.  I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;love &lt;/span&gt;taking advantage of this kind of stuff where we live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://denning.smugmug.com/gallery/9326445_UZLsC#623601372_pkD2m"&gt;More Pics Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33901715-3007392541948378114?l=rmdenning.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmdenning.blogspot.com/feeds/3007392541948378114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33901715&amp;postID=3007392541948378114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33901715/posts/default/3007392541948378114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33901715/posts/default/3007392541948378114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmdenning.blogspot.com/2009/08/blueberries.html' title='Blueberries'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752452475229444042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13074037794356676511'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/Snopme2K8dI/AAAAAAAACJ4/Na85ra8OO5c/s72-c/2009-08-05+Blueberry+Picking1.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-33901715.post-7273263446272133431</id><published>2009-08-02T10:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T10:58:28.655-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tunnel Park Session</title><content type='html'>Last week we went to Tunnel Park with our friends Mike and Jenn and their boys.  Jenn is a photographer, and we sort of exchanged "services."  I got some great pics of her family and she got some of ours too, which is rare, being that I am usually on the other side of the camera!  It was a lot of fun.  I blogged about it on &lt;a href="http://www.mindyleigh.com/blog"&gt;my MLP blog&lt;/a&gt;, and she just posted her pics on her own blog.  Check them out &lt;a href="http://jennclarkphotography.blogspot.com/2009/08/tunnel-park-family-session.html"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33901715-7273263446272133431?l=rmdenning.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmdenning.blogspot.com/feeds/7273263446272133431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33901715&amp;postID=7273263446272133431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33901715/posts/default/7273263446272133431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33901715/posts/default/7273263446272133431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmdenning.blogspot.com/2009/08/tunnel-park-session.html' title='Tunnel Park Session'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752452475229444042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13074037794356676511'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33901715.post-545282046882720343</id><published>2009-07-29T10:35:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T09:05:34.798-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk Like a Man</title><content type='html'>This morning Henry took 2 steps all by himself!  Luckily we (even Lucy) were all watching him at the time :).  It was just a couple, but it's a start.   Soon he will be chasing Lucy through the house while she screams at him, hahahaha!  He's 10 months and 1 day old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;photo from later that day:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/SnLr6frmsfI/AAAAAAAACJw/nMp_f_DiF3Y/s1600-h/LC010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/SnLr6frmsfI/AAAAAAAACJw/nMp_f_DiF3Y/s400/LC010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364609496321012210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33901715-545282046882720343?l=rmdenning.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmdenning.blogspot.com/feeds/545282046882720343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33901715&amp;postID=545282046882720343' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33901715/posts/default/545282046882720343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33901715/posts/default/545282046882720343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmdenning.blogspot.com/2009/07/walk-like-man.html' title='Walk Like a Man'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752452475229444042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13074037794356676511'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/SnLr6frmsfI/AAAAAAAACJw/nMp_f_DiF3Y/s72-c/LC010.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-33901715.post-1479788189735603120</id><published>2009-07-26T13:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T13:49:07.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Denning Family Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/SmyVj-tRMDI/AAAAAAAACJo/HfHa5HzTBzY/s1600-h/2009-07-25+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/SmyVj-tRMDI/AAAAAAAACJo/HfHa5HzTBzY/s400/2009-07-25+006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362825701652246578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yesterday Ron and I, along with the kids, went to the Denning Family reunion in Battle Creek.  The cottage on the lake was gorgeous and there were almost 60 people there!  Everyone brought great food, and there were a lot of new faces for me (and for Ron, in some cases).  Henry was really good although he became extremely tired with no nap, and Lucy was having a good time, but busy busy busy!  We got there around 12:30 and left around 6:30 PM.  We didn't realize it until we were on our way home, neither of us even had a chance to pee while we were there!  Sorry if TMI, but it goes to show you how we both had our hands pretty full!  It was nice though.  There were just so many people I wish I could have talked to more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His whole family doesn't all get together like this too often, so it was important to get a big group photo.  This is when a wide-angle lens is most useful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://denning.smugmug.com/gallery/9047037_twtgM#602167414_JcJhx"&gt;More Photos Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/33901715-1479788189735603120?l=rmdenning.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmdenning.blogspot.com/feeds/1479788189735603120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33901715&amp;postID=1479788189735603120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33901715/posts/default/1479788189735603120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33901715/posts/default/1479788189735603120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmdenning.blogspot.com/2009/07/denning-family-reunion.html' title='Denning Family Reunion'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752452475229444042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13074037794356676511'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/SmyVj-tRMDI/AAAAAAAACJo/HfHa5HzTBzY/s72-c/2009-07-25+006.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-33901715.post-5110032541330570491</id><published>2009-07-22T22:38:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T07:29:23.824-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Henry at 9 (okay, 10) Months!</title><content type='html'>What?  I'm just playin' my xylophone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/SmfN4svLrYI/AAAAAAAACJQ/f1ukqYqRGq4/s1600-h/HWD002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/SmfN4svLrYI/AAAAAAAACJQ/f1ukqYqRGq4/s400/HWD002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361480255373290882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today Henry had his 9 month checkup, although he's closer to 10 months old now - the 28th will be the date.  He weighed in at 21 pounds even, and 30 and 3/4 inches long.  Generally speaking, his weight is right in the middle of average for his age, and his length is "off the chart" but not by too much.  He had one shot, and stopped crying the instant I picked him up.  He was back to his smiling self immediately.  What a good boy.  See, here he is amusing himself with a hanger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/SmfPabL_U8I/AAAAAAAACJY/DpfBA_qHHAM/s1600-h/HWD010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/SmfPabL_U8I/AAAAAAAACJY/DpfBA_qHHAM/s400/HWD010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361481934289458114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then again, he is starting to become even more mobile, and with that has developed a feisty streak.  He does not sit on your lap for more than a couple seconds before arching has back and wanting to get down.  He spots something across the room and goes for it one way or another.  He will to crawl to anything, pull himself up, and "creep" along it until  he has no choice but to take a hand off and stand, holding on with one hand.  He can even walk a little bit holding onto my hand with one of his, but usually twists around to look at me and that's when he ends up plopping back down.  Sometimes he can stand on his own for several seconds holding onto nothing, but of course, crawling is faster and easier!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves taking a bath (no ring, no inflatable duck tub, etc.), especially if he can play in there with his big sis.  I think she would disagree about the fun factor of bathtime with her baby brother, because "he's in the waaaaay!"  He just crawls all over the place and splashes up a storm.  He might slip a little here or there, but I make sure he is safe, and he is doing pretty well at holding his own.  Lucy spotted something that seemed out of place though, and that was an interesting moment.  "Because he's a boy" is enough of an answer to satisfy her for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is starting to drink regular milk (might we be done buying formula???) and also using a sippy cup.  I think we got Lucy on the sippy a little earlier, but time flies with the second one.  All of a sudden he's over 9 months old, and it's just too easy to go about your routine and have the months sneak up on you.  I'm also guilty of not giving him enough finger foods to experiment with, but over the past couple of weeks he has had a lot more, and is really good at the pincher grasp.  He seems to like most everything we give him.  He's had a little pizza, squash, peas and carrots, Puffs (that doesn't really count, I'm talking about "people food" here), cake, chicken salad, graham crackers, and some other things.  It won't be long until we can phase out baby food too.   We give him a variety of fruits and veggies, and - yuck - some meats.  Well, apples and chicken isn't so bad, but I am not a fan of baby food meats.  Anyway, many baby foods are orange: namely squash, sweet potatoes, carrots, peaches, and some of the combo foods.  We try not to give him more than 1 "orange" per day, but alas, &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carotenosis"&gt;carotenosis&lt;/a&gt; cannot be stopped.  You can see it by the sides of his nose mostly.  If you look at the Wiki entry and see the list of foods associated with high levels of carotenoids, you might be surprised to see things like broccoli, apples, plums, among other unexpected culprits.  Well rounded diet or not, it seems inevitable. No I am not spraying fake tanner on my baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/SmfSzKWDskI/AAAAAAAACJg/stjj3dgp6wA/s1600-h/HWD012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/SmfSzKWDskI/AAAAAAAACJg/stjj3dgp6wA/s400/HWD012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361485657799897666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is so good.  Even when he is super tired he smiles and waves (open-close-open-close hand) and babbles (da da da, na na na, ah-da), and makes funny sounds like "atchh" and "eeshhh."  Looking back, Lucy was not a fussy baby either, she too was friendly and smily and slept through the night at a normal age, everything very similar.  As soon as she became mobile, she was obviously a lot more work - she was, and still is, very very active and is an amazingly sweet, smart girl when she gets attention.  When she's ignored she acts out, or gets bored and goes to the fridge (!!!).  Maybe Henry will be able to amuse &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;himself&lt;/span&gt; more than Lucy, but he is showing signs - just like she did - that he wants to be doing something all the time.  I'm sure I'm in for some surprises as they start to play together more and more....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33901715-5110032541330570491?l=rmdenning.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmdenning.blogspot.com/feeds/5110032541330570491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33901715&amp;postID=5110032541330570491' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33901715/posts/default/5110032541330570491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33901715/posts/default/5110032541330570491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmdenning.blogspot.com/2009/07/henry-at-9-okay-10-months.html' title='Henry at 9 (okay, 10) Months!'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752452475229444042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13074037794356676511'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/SmfN4svLrYI/AAAAAAAACJQ/f1ukqYqRGq4/s72-c/HWD002.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-33901715.post-8786297421538211458</id><published>2009-07-06T19:35:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T20:10:08.309-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3rd, 4th, and 5th of July</title><content type='html'>Sorry but I think this post is going to be picture-free!  Of course my camera is at the camera hospital getting repaired (hopefully) and although I did borrow one for the time being, I really didn't feel much like taking photos this weekend with someone else's camera.  Also, if you can believe it, I sometimes don't feel like always taking photos!  I have had a cold, and maybe that has something to do with it, because it kind of made me grumpy and unmotivated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Friday afternoon we made the kids take good naps - although Henry went to bed at his normal time, Lucy stayed up extra late so we could enjoy a campfire and fireworks at our neighbor's house.  She stayed up until after 11:00 PM and we had a great time over there.  Our neighbor bought some really great (probably illegal) fireworks in Indiana and they were quite impressive!  Henry was safe sleeping in his crib, yards away, and we ran home a couple times to make sure he wasn't awake or screaming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we headed to Grandville for the parade, which we watched with Ron's mom, his brother Tom, and (2 out of 3 of) Tom's kids.  We let Lucy dash away from the curb and crab candy, and she had a blast with her cousins!  Then we headed back to my grandparents' for lunch.  They live on Yellowstone (in the house they built and where they raised their 5 children) so they are really close to all the 4th of July activities.  As far back as I can remember, their home is open to all family and friends throughout the day (or any other day, for that matter).  We went home for naps (including me, I was feeling pretty crappy!) and then to my parents for hotdogs and hamburgers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back to Grandma and Grandpa's at night for the big fireworks display, where everyone (who is in town) watches from their front lawn.  I almost bailed on it, because I was feeling like my head was completely stuffed up, but I didn't want to miss watching my own kids watching the fireworks... and I know how special it is for my grandparents on that day, when family, community, patriotism, and tradition are celebrated probably more than any other time of year.  Grandma is 80 and Grandpa turns 80 next month, and as important as all this is for them, it is starting to take on more meaning for me than ever before.  No one goes there because they are guilted into it... it's just what you do, if you are in town, even if it's just to stop in and say hi for a minute.  Not everyone can be there all the time, but their kids and grandkids always know they are welcome and loved, no matter what, which is how it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry didn't cry with the loud booms, or the fact that it was well past his normal bed time, but he was so exhausted he just stared at the fireworks, while Lucy could hardly sit still, despite the long day and another late night.  The excitement had her pretty wound up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucy has a cold (I think I caught mine from her), and Henry started developing the same symptoms later on Saturday, so when Sunday morning came around, we really didn't feel like exposing all the other kids at church to our illness, and stayed home (again).  Ron worked on the deck a little bit, and I had an engagement session in Holland at night, then spent the rest of my evening editing wedding photos (yes, I am still working on them... but I'm almost done, hooray!!!), while Ron snoozed on the couch... and now I think he's coming down with this cold too!  Summer colds are the worst!  Luckily mine is almost gone now.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33901715-8786297421538211458?l=rmdenning.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmdenning.blogspot.com/feeds/8786297421538211458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33901715&amp;postID=8786297421538211458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33901715/posts/default/8786297421538211458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33901715/posts/default/8786297421538211458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmdenning.blogspot.com/2009/07/3rd-4th-and-5th-of-july.html' title='3rd, 4th, and 5th of July'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752452475229444042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13074037794356676511'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33901715.post-4129982896011412195</id><published>2009-06-30T12:58:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T14:42:26.643-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dividing Time</title><content type='html'>The last week or so has been crazy... I used to spend the vast majority of my day taking care of the kids, and now I spend most of my time editing photos!  I love doing it, but I feel like I can't get them finished quickly enough.  I used to have all my client proofs done within a few days, and then sitting around waiting for another session to come along.  I am now experiencing the opposite extreme, and it is taking me closer to 2 weeks to edit all of these sessions.  I'm pretty sure people don't mind, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; don't like the slower turnaround.  In the future, scheduling will have to be a little more spread out, because I feel guilty if I sit out on the deck with a glass of wine - which is silly, I should be able to do that!  I also have to learn not to overshoot, as I did for a recent family session!  I won't say how many photos I took in total, but it was far too many.  I learned a lot from that session in particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get frustrated sometimes because there are always things that I learned from a session, and wish I could go back and have applied that lesson.  Impossible to do, because I am already back home with my files ready to edit... but that's how it goes.  Each time out is a learning experience for me, and that is how I will get better.  If you have hired me in the past for a session, I guarantee if you hire me again your photos will be better, because I have come a long way since starting this little operation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron is doing a great job taking care of the kids and the house while I camp out in the basement with the computer(s) editing.  I definitely would like to balance my time and not have to be doing this &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;full-time&lt;/span&gt; as I have the past couple weeks.  I think with this career (or as a photographer friend put it, "jobby"), at least for me, it's hard to predict when things will be slow and when things will be busy, and I was eager to accept as many jobs as I could, scheduling them all based on the clients' convenience (which I still prefer to do if at all possible).  Here's one from the session I referred to earlier... this is Sadie and a Ladybug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/SkpIylPD14I/AAAAAAAACJI/Pm4bccyasJU/s1600-h/wJF195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/SkpIylPD14I/AAAAAAAACJI/Pm4bccyasJU/s400/wJF195.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353171140909193090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33901715-4129982896011412195?l=rmdenning.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rmdenning.blogspot.com/feeds/4129982896011412195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33901715&amp;postID=4129982896011412195' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33901715/posts/default/4129982896011412195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33901715/posts/default/4129982896011412195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rmdenning.blogspot.com/2009/06/dividing-time.html' title='Dividing Time'/><author><name>Mindy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17752452475229444042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='13074037794356676511'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_r8KUm6tvjfY/SkpIylPD14I/AAAAAAAACJI/Pm4bccyasJU/s72-c/wJF195.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry></feed>