<?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-3765298507918964227</id><updated>2009-11-09T22:02:22.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the house of jack and gail</title><subtitle type='html'>Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3765298507918964227/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3765298507918964227/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974200833612459153</uri><email>kelliemryan@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>463</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765298507918964227.post-5163625351220419497</id><published>2009-11-02T20:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T20:04:32.448-05:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye Blogger. for real.</title><content type='html'>Finally, &lt;a href="http://sketchbooksnapshots.com/blog/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; is the new blog.  I won't be posting on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The House of Jack and Gail&lt;/span&gt; anymore, so change your links and feeds.  The new address is &lt;a href="http://sketchbooksnapshots.com/blog/"&gt;http://sketchbooksnapshots.com/blog/&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3765298507918964227-5163625351220419497?l=michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com/feeds/5163625351220419497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3765298507918964227&amp;postID=5163625351220419497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3765298507918964227/posts/default/5163625351220419497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3765298507918964227/posts/default/5163625351220419497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com/2009/11/goodbye-blogger-for-real.html' title='goodbye Blogger. for real.'/><author><name>kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974200833612459153</uri><email>kelliemryan@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10568649296070584301'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765298507918964227.post-2209298160743011892</id><published>2009-10-31T19:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T19:40:37.526-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abigail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>jacks and treats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/SuzJRW2CafI/AAAAAAAASq8/nfc01A0nQ-M/s1600-h/jack+pointing+to+pumpkin.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/SuzJRW2CafI/AAAAAAAASq8/nfc01A0nQ-M/s400/jack+pointing+to+pumpkin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398911353337571826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack was fascinated by the pumpkin eating the smaller pumpkin (they no longer represent the kiddos), and he wanted to spoon-feed it its own seeds (toasted) through its eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/SuzJRNCgeeI/AAAAAAAASq0/mAMCt_CTUQo/s1600-h/jack+feeding+pumpkin.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/SuzJRNCgeeI/AAAAAAAASq0/mAMCt_CTUQo/s400/jack+feeding+pumpkin.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398911350705519074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He came up with a story, which he kept telling of how the little pumpkin tried to run away from the big pumpkin but the big, "shary" pumpkin got it and put it in his mouth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/SuzJQ-XluXI/AAAAAAAASqs/VwUUP_2DesM/s1600-h/gail+fairy.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/SuzJQ-XluXI/AAAAAAAASqs/VwUUP_2DesM/s400/gail+fairy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398911346767411570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fairy Gail floated around the neighborhood, charming all of the older men and women into giving her more candy.  She was a sneaky little thing, with her tiny fist-fulls of the stuff.  She even tried to steal Jack's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/SuzJQqCN-5I/AAAAAAAASqk/4GQNrqLjH6c/s1600-h/monkey+jack.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/SuzJQqCN-5I/AAAAAAAASqk/4GQNrqLjH6c/s400/monkey+jack.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398911341309066130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Jack was just as sweet, saying "Oh ah. Oh ah," waving his arms for his treats. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/SuzJQcALxqI/AAAAAAAASqc/WpKKVaLMTj8/s1600-h/jacks.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/SuzJQcALxqI/AAAAAAAASqc/WpKKVaLMTj8/s400/jacks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398911337542436514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Punks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3765298507918964227-2209298160743011892?l=michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com/feeds/2209298160743011892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3765298507918964227&amp;postID=2209298160743011892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3765298507918964227/posts/default/2209298160743011892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3765298507918964227/posts/default/2209298160743011892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com/2009/10/jacks-and-treats.html' title='jacks and treats'/><author><name>kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974200833612459153</uri><email>kelliemryan@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10568649296070584301'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/SuzJRW2CafI/AAAAAAAASq8/nfc01A0nQ-M/s72-c/jack+pointing+to+pumpkin.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-3765298507918964227.post-5443074006212939474</id><published>2009-10-31T08:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-31T08:10:28.739-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holidays'/><title type='text'>three</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/Sus20P7X5ZI/AAAAAAAASqM/ywWZLHwTfTA/s1600-h/three+little+pumpkins.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/Sus20P7X5ZI/AAAAAAAASqM/ywWZLHwTfTA/s400/three+little+pumpkins.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398468849590330770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Happy Halloween from the Ryan children, represented as pumpkins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3765298507918964227-5443074006212939474?l=michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com/feeds/5443074006212939474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3765298507918964227&amp;postID=5443074006212939474&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3765298507918964227/posts/default/5443074006212939474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3765298507918964227/posts/default/5443074006212939474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com/2009/10/three.html' title='three'/><author><name>kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974200833612459153</uri><email>kelliemryan@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10568649296070584301'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/Sus20P7X5ZI/AAAAAAAASqM/ywWZLHwTfTA/s72-c/three+little+pumpkins.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765298507918964227.post-5841644798251293190</id><published>2009-10-30T14:36:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T15:08:29.280-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abigail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>dress-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/SusydywYdRI/AAAAAAAASp8/-BNuuv0YCcU/s1600-h/gail+with+vinyl+hat.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/SusydywYdRI/AAAAAAAASp8/-BNuuv0YCcU/s400/gail+with+vinyl+hat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398464065755968786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sentenced to a non-Windows computer, which makes resizing and uploading pictures, and thus posting on the blog, a pain.  I hope to acquire required skills soon.  Until then, I'm behind on posting things I'd like to post about-- like the consecutive-weekend-visit from Mike's parents, wherein we went to Chuck E. Cheese and Ikea and had all kinds of fun with Grandma and Grandpa Ryan. &lt;br /&gt;Above is Abigail being Abigail.  I've been going through all of our old cloth diapers stuff in attempt to purge of most of it and start afresh.  All-in-Ones are less-than-impressing us.  I cut eye holes in the vinyls- because that's the kind of family I come from, but I didn't grab the camera in time to catch any of that.  Mike looked by far the best-- Nacho-Libre-esque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/Susydci0NjI/AAAAAAAASps/h7kni46y_Ns/s1600-h/monkey+jack.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/Susydci0NjI/AAAAAAAASps/h7kni46y_Ns/s400/monkey+jack.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398464059793487410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jack wears his monkey costume everywhere.  "Hi.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My&lt;/span&gt; name is George.  I'm a monkey.  I like to swing from trees and hang upside-down and go eeee eeeee ooooh oooohh.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt; like bananas!"  Every time after I put it on him: "I need a banana."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/Sus0qkLk5eI/AAAAAAAASqE/i77g8rjsxJg/s1600-h/ballerina+gail.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/Sus0qkLk5eI/AAAAAAAASqE/i77g8rjsxJg/s400/ballerina+gail.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398466484205053410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ballerina Missy Boo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3765298507918964227-5841644798251293190?l=michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com/feeds/5841644798251293190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3765298507918964227&amp;postID=5841644798251293190&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3765298507918964227/posts/default/5841644798251293190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3765298507918964227/posts/default/5841644798251293190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com/2009/10/dress-up.html' title='dress-up'/><author><name>kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974200833612459153</uri><email>kelliemryan@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10568649296070584301'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/SusydywYdRI/AAAAAAAASp8/-BNuuv0YCcU/s72-c/gail+with+vinyl+hat.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-3765298507918964227.post-3088054663411544860</id><published>2009-10-30T09:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T09:59:42.276-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abigail'/><title type='text'>Gail at 10:12 pm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/SurvUKJPDuI/AAAAAAAASpk/bpGshYyx9uY/s1600-h/gail+snuggling+with+stacey.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/SurvUKJPDuI/AAAAAAAASpk/bpGshYyx9uY/s400/gail+snuggling+with+stacey.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398390232956473058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She begged to sleep with the "babay" (my old baby doll, Stacey) last night, so I gave in.  When I went in to take Stacey out before I went to bed, I found this.  She's so sweet with her babies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3765298507918964227-3088054663411544860?l=michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com/feeds/3088054663411544860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3765298507918964227&amp;postID=3088054663411544860&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3765298507918964227/posts/default/3088054663411544860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3765298507918964227/posts/default/3088054663411544860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com/2009/10/gail-at-1012-pm.html' title='Gail at 10:12 pm'/><author><name>kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974200833612459153</uri><email>kelliemryan@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10568649296070584301'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/SurvUKJPDuI/AAAAAAAASpk/bpGshYyx9uY/s72-c/gail+snuggling+with+stacey.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-3765298507918964227.post-8183911381967611722</id><published>2009-10-28T21:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T22:28:14.494-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craftiness'/><title type='text'>little bird</title><content type='html'>Jack has been "catching" little (make believe) birds in his hands lately. It started after we went to the zoo, and there were a bunch of little hoppy birds landing on our table, begging for crumbs. This was going to be part of another project, but I don't like it for that anymore. So now, Jack is excited to have a "real" bird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/Suj4U1Dg7AI/AAAAAAAASpc/ONR3RCGm9mk/s1600-h/IMG_1353.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/Suj4U1Dg7AI/AAAAAAAASpc/ONR3RCGm9mk/s400/IMG_1353.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397837190126431234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I handed it to Abgail, she looked disgusted and threw it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3765298507918964227-8183911381967611722?l=michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com/feeds/8183911381967611722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3765298507918964227&amp;postID=8183911381967611722&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3765298507918964227/posts/default/8183911381967611722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3765298507918964227/posts/default/8183911381967611722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-bird.html' title='little bird'/><author><name>kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974200833612459153</uri><email>kelliemryan@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10568649296070584301'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/Suj4U1Dg7AI/AAAAAAAASpc/ONR3RCGm9mk/s72-c/IMG_1353.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-3765298507918964227.post-7841120200714849438</id><published>2009-10-22T16:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T16:42:17.177-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all about me'/><title type='text'>my last van key...VANISHED.</title><content type='html'>I decided to drop off a box at Goodwill that's been in the back of our van for a while now after I ran some errands with the kids this morning.  I took my single van key-- not on a chain, mind you, as I lost my entire chain of keys somewhere between Wisconsin and here on our way home two weeks ago-- unlocked the back van gate, got my box out, gave it to the man collecting donations and got back into my van.  Jack then asked to be unclothed of his especially-warm, layered monkey costume (which he needed to wear on our excursion) since the back-seat was now super-toasty in the sun (70 degrees outside).  I acquiesced and then turned back around to start the van.  My key?  Who in the world knows?  Please tell me where my key is. &lt;br /&gt;For an hour, I turned our van upside down.  I looked in the shoes that had been on my childrens' feet the entire time, in the glove box, which had not been opened that day, on the complete other side of the van.  I looked through the box of stuff I had donated, in both kids' clothing, under all van seats.  I climbed over the seats multiple times, scouring ever nook and cranny and dicovered that our van is a pretty filthy place.  I kept thinking, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It &lt;/span&gt;has&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; to be here somewhere.  How do I always manage to do this?&lt;/span&gt;  (sometimes it's cellphones).  I think I do get it honestly-- I remember digging through the back of my mom's van on a similar key-vanishing occasion.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, I called Mike at work- several times, on random strangers' phones, until he was finally at his desk.  And he came and entrusted me with his van key-- the very last (out of three) one.  What a silly thing to do.  I suppose this would be an even better story if I ended up losing that one somehow on the way home, but that intelligent man took it from me and placed it back on his chain as soon as we pulled in front of our house.  I hope he lets me borrow it again so the kids and I are able to get out once in a while.  We really need to get a copy made before his vanishes too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3765298507918964227-7841120200714849438?l=michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com/feeds/7841120200714849438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3765298507918964227&amp;postID=7841120200714849438&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3765298507918964227/posts/default/7841120200714849438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3765298507918964227/posts/default/7841120200714849438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-last-van-keyvanished.html' title='my last van key...VANISHED.'/><author><name>kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974200833612459153</uri><email>kelliemryan@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10568649296070584301'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765298507918964227.post-1550089999956471728</id><published>2009-10-21T14:22:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T15:06:10.435-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>gorgeous day</title><content type='html'>We've been couped up inside- sick with nasty colds- for the past few days, so I told jack last night that we would do something a little more fun today. His eyes lit up as he told me he wanted to go to "the blue fing... the blue fing with the toys." He kept saying this, and I'm so glad that "Ikea" finally came to him because Mike and I were clueless. I told him maybe we'd go there when the weather wasn't supposed to be so nice (last night, they were calling for 70 and sunny).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was even more excited when I mentioned the zoo.  I'm surprised there weren't more people taking advantage of the weather, but there really weren't many people there at all, which was nice for getting good views.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/St9UYeKEu9I/AAAAAAAASpE/ATV438-JCtQ/s1600-h/zoo-+tiger.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/St9UYeKEu9I/AAAAAAAASpE/ATV438-JCtQ/s400/zoo-+tiger.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395123658002054098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The animals were all very entertaining-- getting in the water, roaring, rolling around, being cooperative for the camera.  It seems most of the times we go, we can't even find them, especially the rhino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/St9V-OxTEPI/AAAAAAAASpM/0LhmD5WVWmg/s1600-h/zoo-+rhino.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/St9V-OxTEPI/AAAAAAAASpM/0LhmD5WVWmg/s400/zoo-+rhino.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395125406218260722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Abigail's interactions with the animals added to that.  This seemed to be the first time she really got much out of them.   She was riding on my back in the Ergo and got a great view, whereas she's always been in the stroller before, not really showing any interest.  She yelled "Hi!  Hi!  Hi!" to just about all of the animals we saw, waving enthusiastically.  There was no one else around when we came to lions, and Gail began her loud greeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/St9ULf5UR5I/AAAAAAAASok/eCC0fQJpNEs/s1600-h/zoo-+lion+sleeping.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/St9ULf5UR5I/AAAAAAAASok/eCC0fQJpNEs/s400/zoo-+lion+sleeping.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395123435130341266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He turned to see her commotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/St9ULJgqdMI/AAAAAAAASoc/MsfkE2GByZ0/s1600-h/zoo-+lion.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/St9ULJgqdMI/AAAAAAAASoc/MsfkE2GByZ0/s400/zoo-+lion.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395123429121356994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love baby elephants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/St9ULxj8cmI/AAAAAAAASo0/LK1SSGMsRZI/s1600-h/zoo-+baby+elephunk.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/St9ULxj8cmI/AAAAAAAASo0/LK1SSGMsRZI/s400/zoo-+baby+elephunk.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395123439872537186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And giraffes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/St9UL95V-_I/AAAAAAAASo8/EJUxfGl0pCg/s1600-h/zoo-+giraffes.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/St9UL95V-_I/AAAAAAAASo8/EJUxfGl0pCg/s400/zoo-+giraffes.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395123443183516658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/St9XZEQqzzI/AAAAAAAASpU/JmXN0RE-oIo/s1600-h/zoo-+gorilla+1.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/St9XZEQqzzI/AAAAAAAASpU/JmXN0RE-oIo/s400/zoo-+gorilla+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395126966765145906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Abigail also got the gorilla to turn and give us a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/St9TtTS-nZI/AAAAAAAASoM/5fGjAw-OUGg/s1600-h/zoo-+gorilla.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/St9TtTS-nZI/AAAAAAAASoM/5fGjAw-OUGg/s400/zoo-+gorilla.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395122916352236946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/St9Ts2yv_xI/AAAAAAAASoE/c78HHFn_OK8/s1600-h/zoo-+polar+bear+tunnel.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/St9Ts2yv_xI/AAAAAAAASoE/c78HHFn_OK8/s400/zoo-+polar+bear+tunnel.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395122908700868370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live baby Jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/St9TspKHpNI/AAAAAAAASn8/tUcYivHfAls/s1600-h/zoo-+kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/St9TspKHpNI/AAAAAAAASn8/tUcYivHfAls/s400/zoo-+kids.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395122905040790738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/St9TsVEodRI/AAAAAAAASn0/BiicuiqGUwU/s1600-h/zoo-+gail.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/St9TsVEodRI/AAAAAAAASn0/BiicuiqGUwU/s400/zoo-+gail.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395122899649066258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jack wanted to walk after lunch- the only animals left to see were the sea lions, which Gail had a good view of in the stroller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/St9TM1Gxk0I/AAAAAAAASns/vHbERGu778g/s1600-h/zoo-+jack+and+sea+lion+statue.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/St9TM1Gxk0I/AAAAAAAASns/vHbERGu778g/s400/zoo-+jack+and+sea+lion+statue.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395122358492173122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We've always been in such a hurry to get out of the zoo before that we had never even seen the sea lions before.  But since we got there early and Jack was in the stroller most of the time, we made it through everything with plenty of time to spare, and we ended up spending about a half-hour watching them.  They were so entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/St9TMr_MNII/AAAAAAAASnk/5VlaJJ8W4i8/s1600-h/zoo-+baby+sea+lion+and+mama.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/St9TMr_MNII/AAAAAAAASnk/5VlaJJ8W4i8/s400/zoo-+baby+sea+lion+and+mama.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395122356044444802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The baby was so cute- kept trying to nuzzle up under Mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/St9TMa4kX4I/AAAAAAAASnc/DrPTwHvt15s/s1600-h/zoo-+baby+sea+lion+with+cup.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/St9TMa4kX4I/AAAAAAAASnc/DrPTwHvt15s/s400/zoo-+baby+sea+lion+with+cup.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395122351453265794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/St9TMNi_kiI/AAAAAAAASnU/TtgN7kT7Uj4/s1600-h/zoo-+sea+lion+tricks.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/St9TMNi_kiI/AAAAAAAASnU/TtgN7kT7Uj4/s400/zoo-+sea+lion+tricks.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395122347873112610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were lucky to be there during feeding time (which means tricks time).  They were jumping way out of the water, dancing, standing on their front flippers, barking and clapping, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/St9TLpOEDtI/AAAAAAAASnM/5fyfy8cKDuY/s1600-h/zoo-+baby+sea+lion+on+rock.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/St9TLpOEDtI/AAAAAAAASnM/5fyfy8cKDuY/s400/zoo-+baby+sea+lion+on+rock.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395122338121649874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jack sat with his head pressed between a little opening for a better view, and when I said it was about time to go, he said, very sweetly, "I'm just watching the sea lions.  I'm just gonna watch them do tricks."  So we stayed a little while longer, went down the slides a few times, then headed home- with our windows down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/St9Tt0iHUWI/AAAAAAAASoU/y5LXV4LY5hM/s1600-h/zoo-+jack+by+slides.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/St9Tt0iHUWI/AAAAAAAASoU/y5LXV4LY5hM/s400/zoo-+jack+by+slides.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395122925274091874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a beautiful day!  We're headed outside again after nap time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3765298507918964227-1550089999956471728?l=michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com/feeds/1550089999956471728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3765298507918964227&amp;postID=1550089999956471728&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3765298507918964227/posts/default/1550089999956471728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3765298507918964227/posts/default/1550089999956471728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com/2009/10/gorgeous-day.html' title='gorgeous day'/><author><name>kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974200833612459153</uri><email>kelliemryan@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10568649296070584301'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/St9UYeKEu9I/AAAAAAAASpE/ATV438-JCtQ/s72-c/zoo-+tiger.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-3765298507918964227.post-4377737994321290815</id><published>2009-10-13T22:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T00:13:32.674-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abigail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wisconsin'/><title type='text'>what we've been up to, etc.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/StU56kc3vPI/AAAAAAAASl8/rnHYZVhoMII/s1600-h/jack+and+grampa.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/StU56kc3vPI/AAAAAAAASl8/rnHYZVhoMII/s400/jack+and+grampa.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392279807226002674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cootie&lt;/span&gt; with Grandpa, a game I used to play at my grandparents' house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been negligent of the blog lately for many reasons- probably the number one and two being lack of goings-on and lack of time to post any goings on worth posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, Mike's grandmother passed away.  She will be greatly missed by all of us, but especially Mike, as she helped in raising him from infancy.  He has so many funny stories to share of her- my favorite being that she brought a sack of potatoes with her in her suitcase when she first moved to their house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We broke up the drive to Wisconsin over last Wednesday and Thursday and were able to spend some time with Mike's family until we had to leave On Sunday (we made that trip all in one shot- yippie! (groan)).  Gail managed to pull an all-nighter that night (at least from 11 until after 2) and still woke up at the normal time.  Thus, the kids were in stellar moods on Monday morning.  They've been easing back into normality, but I don't blame them.  It's rough travelling that much in such a short time frame and sleeping in unfamiliar places.  But the kids did enjoy the trip, regardless of any sleep deprivation.  One morning, Mike was giving Jack kisses at breakfast, and Jack declared, "I love Willie!" when Willie was nowhere in sight.  I guess he told Mike.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack does love his uncles (and aunt), so we were excited when Tay came to visit us two weeks ago.  I failed to get a picture including Tay, but here's Jack with one of the cool Lego cars he built.  Neat, right?  What's neater is that Tay's moving back to Pittsburgh next month, and we'll get to see him whenever we please- basically.  &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/StU56A05KpI/AAAAAAAASl0/5_qWOePjNZI/s1600-h/jack+squint.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/StU56A05KpI/AAAAAAAASl0/5_qWOePjNZI/s400/jack+squint.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392279797663083154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/StU55gPzBSI/AAAAAAAASls/r8sxumpkgsI/s1600-h/kids+in+car.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/StU55gPzBSI/AAAAAAAASls/r8sxumpkgsI/s400/kids+in+car.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392279788917556514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This chair has become a car, in which Jack drives us to the store because "we don't have any food," to "playgroup," to Mimi and PopPops' and Grandma and Grandpa's, and to the doctor's for shots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/StU55ZNCWVI/AAAAAAAASlk/nvWrrsTeIbc/s1600-h/gail-+nose.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/StU55ZNCWVI/AAAAAAAASlk/nvWrrsTeIbc/s400/gail-+nose.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392279787026930002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showing us how she can point to and name various body parts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3765298507918964227-4377737994321290815?l=michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com/feeds/4377737994321290815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3765298507918964227&amp;postID=4377737994321290815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3765298507918964227/posts/default/4377737994321290815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3765298507918964227/posts/default/4377737994321290815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com/2009/10/what-weve-been-up-to-etc.html' title='what we&apos;ve been up to, etc.'/><author><name>kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974200833612459153</uri><email>kelliemryan@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10568649296070584301'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/StU56kc3vPI/AAAAAAAASl8/rnHYZVhoMII/s72-c/jack+and+grampa.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-3765298507918964227.post-6822613893403636098</id><published>2009-10-01T13:55:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T15:10:27.087-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>We're apple picking</title><content type='html'>We went apple picking at Simmons Farm this morning (where we got our Christmas tree three years ago, when I was pregnant with Jack). The forecast was for 48 degrees at 10, which is when we got there, so we were all bundled up, but it ended up not being quite so blustery.&lt;br /&gt;Our friends Sue and her kids were just leaving the animals as we were getting to the farm, and I managed to let a quick pregnant goat out of the petting zoo pen.  I was trying to hold two in with my legs, but one escaped.  They're quite determined animals.  Sue managed to capture it in the parking lot and carried it back to the pen.  Thanks, Sue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/SsT42bvv-YI/AAAAAAAASkg/ZYlcGMmytYg/s1600-h/apples-+view.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/SsT42bvv-YI/AAAAAAAASkg/ZYlcGMmytYg/s400/apples-+view.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387704668286613890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack surveying the crop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/SsT410APmpI/AAAAAAAASkY/hGBNRFPRZoQ/s1600-h/apples-+view+2.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/SsT410APmpI/AAAAAAAASkY/hGBNRFPRZoQ/s400/apples-+view+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387704657618377362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole way up the hill, he was waving a stick and singing, "We're apple picking, we're apple picking..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/SsTt6NanRUI/AAAAAAAASj4/kIj0aZFOZAw/s1600-h/apples-+me+and+gail.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/SsTt6NanRUI/AAAAAAAASj4/kIj0aZFOZAw/s400/apples-+me+and+gail.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387692638531437890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to get Gail here, but I framed myself instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/SsT41YfyjYI/AAAAAAAASkQ/VOPQm2w6bTI/s1600-h/apples-+jack+picking.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/SsT41YfyjYI/AAAAAAAASkQ/VOPQm2w6bTI/s400/apples-+jack+picking.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387704650234498434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack picking an Ida Red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/SsTt6uUGSKI/AAAAAAAASkA/YOjVVHVmbEE/s1600-h/apples-+gail.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/SsTt6uUGSKI/AAAAAAAASkA/YOjVVHVmbEE/s400/apples-+gail.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387692647362480290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There she is.  An out-of-focus Gail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/SsTt5-tro6I/AAAAAAAASjw/VAhnd8XhVL4/s1600-h/apples-+jack+sitting+with+bag.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/SsTt5-tro6I/AAAAAAAASjw/VAhnd8XhVL4/s400/apples-+jack+sitting+with+bag.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387692634584884130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A full peck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/SsTt5eSiMWI/AAAAAAAASjo/w8GNvEQbHKA/s1600-h/apples-+jack+eating+close-up.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/SsTt5eSiMWI/AAAAAAAASjo/w8GNvEQbHKA/s400/apples-+jack+eating+close-up.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387692625881084258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minus one Ida.  And on the way home, he ate an entire LARGE Jonagold-- including a bit of core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/SsTta4qguaI/AAAAAAAASjg/zwuWLKg0zCo/s1600-h/apples-+pig.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/SsTta4qguaI/AAAAAAAASjg/zwuWLKg0zCo/s400/apples-+pig.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387692100385028514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ami-yul-yuls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/SsTtaVG0oNI/AAAAAAAASjY/qu9XffUqwxg/s1600-h/apples-+animals.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/SsTtaVG0oNI/AAAAAAAASjY/qu9XffUqwxg/s400/apples-+animals.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387692090840096978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/SsTtZ_EfnYI/AAAAAAAASjQ/BU9cZJYUWSg/s1600-h/apples-+ugly+birds.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/SsTtZ_EfnYI/AAAAAAAASjQ/BU9cZJYUWSg/s400/apples-+ugly+birds.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387692084924751234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugly birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/SsTtZhqqTRI/AAAAAAAASjI/80PG-9PSGhI/s1600-h/apples-+tree+colors.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/SsTtZhqqTRI/AAAAAAAASjI/80PG-9PSGhI/s400/apples-+tree+colors.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387692077031771410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting to see some colors in the trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/SsTtZfgUQLI/AAAAAAAASjA/NXRcPlVSIK0/s1600-h/apples-+tree+colors+2.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/SsTtZfgUQLI/AAAAAAAASjA/NXRcPlVSIK0/s400/apples-+tree+colors+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387692076451512498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now I have to find some more apple recipes.  I've made three apple pies in the past week- two were for Teams- so we need something new to try.  Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3765298507918964227-6822613893403636098?l=michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com/feeds/6822613893403636098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3765298507918964227&amp;postID=6822613893403636098&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3765298507918964227/posts/default/6822613893403636098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3765298507918964227/posts/default/6822613893403636098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com/2009/10/apple-picking.html' title='We&apos;re apple picking'/><author><name>kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974200833612459153</uri><email>kelliemryan@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10568649296070584301'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/SsT42bvv-YI/AAAAAAAASkg/ZYlcGMmytYg/s72-c/apples-+view.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-3765298507918964227.post-722325321837954</id><published>2009-09-30T13:57:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T15:00:36.872-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abigail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Stinkers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/SsOh25gUTQI/AAAAAAAASiA/11lkWiy0qwQ/s1600-h/kids+in+pjs+3.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/SsOh25gUTQI/AAAAAAAASiA/11lkWiy0qwQ/s400/kids+in+pjs+3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387327543786622210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why we didn't think of it last year, but in an effort to lower heating costs his winter (a yearly challenge), we're going to put the kids in the same room (Jack's, since it has the twin bed and an extra crib). A no-brainer, one would think, but for the past three years, my mind seems to have gone missing. Last year, we had two space heaters running in each of their rooms just about every afternoon and night. And while our gas bill did go down, as we set the therm to the upper 50's at night, our electric went up, of course. There's no need to run more than necessary though. It's not yet cool enough to ring out the space heaters (though it is supposed to get down to 40 tonight), but I thought I would try to get them used to bunking together- starting with nap time today.&lt;br /&gt;What a disaster. At first, there were hysterical giggles, which I expected for at least a little while. It's just been an hour and fifteen minutes, and now I'm trying to take my mind off of the noise-making (banging on the very-loud radiator cover), screaming and incessant requests (dirty diapers, "Momma!"). We've made it clear that that is unacceptable (other than dirty diapers and genuine needs). Why do they assume this is okay when they are sharing a room? I guess I waited until the wrong time to switch up Gail's routine- right when she had mastered one thing, we throw her all off. Well, hopefully they will eventually give in, and this set up will become a tolerable norm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/SsOh2E6qxQI/AAAAAAAAShw/hisFJjK0Da0/s1600-h/kids+in+pjs+1.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/SsOh2E6qxQI/AAAAAAAAShw/hisFJjK0Da0/s400/kids+in+pjs+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387327529670067458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/SsOh3FByJII/AAAAAAAASiI/-wZwekXeacI/s1600-h/kids+in+pjs-+jack.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/SsOh3FByJII/AAAAAAAASiI/-wZwekXeacI/s400/kids+in+pjs-+jack.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387327546879779970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that is blue masking tape on the blinds to keep out the light in Boo Boo's room-- something we'll probably have to do in Jack's room as well, though not to keep the light out.  His room is already very dark.  Every time I have gone in to check on them, Gail has the blinds all in a tangle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3765298507918964227-722325321837954?l=michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com/feeds/722325321837954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3765298507918964227&amp;postID=722325321837954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3765298507918964227/posts/default/722325321837954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3765298507918964227/posts/default/722325321837954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com/2009/09/stinkers.html' title='Stinkers'/><author><name>kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974200833612459153</uri><email>kelliemryan@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10568649296070584301'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/SsOh25gUTQI/AAAAAAAASiA/11lkWiy0qwQ/s72-c/kids+in+pjs+3.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-3765298507918964227.post-6417069139387598289</id><published>2009-09-30T13:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T13:36:17.600-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craftiness'/><title type='text'>norwegian star earflap hat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/SsOS1caTegI/AAAAAAAAShY/a9LK73ZLFlg/s1600-h/jack+hat-+side.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/SsOS1caTegI/AAAAAAAAShY/a9LK73ZLFlg/s400/jack+hat-+side.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387311026122488322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/SsOS2eGnrZI/AAAAAAAASho/VeG9-Z5rqc8/s1600-h/jack+hat+smiling.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 262px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/SsOS2eGnrZI/AAAAAAAASho/VeG9-Z5rqc8/s400/jack+hat+smiling.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387311043756666258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/SsOS1zkXRyI/AAAAAAAAShg/lROwVD2rl_U/s1600-h/jack+hat-+smiling+1.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/SsOS1zkXRyI/AAAAAAAAShg/lROwVD2rl_U/s400/jack+hat-+smiling+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387311032338695970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/SsOS1GwAMeI/AAAAAAAAShQ/X90psoTdCpM/s1600-h/jack+hat+back.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/SsOS1GwAMeI/AAAAAAAAShQ/X90psoTdCpM/s400/jack+hat+back.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387311020307919330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the hat Jack requested.  Well, he asked for a "blue hat," and I decided on the rest.  I still need to block it a little, as the front rolls a little more than I'd like.  I knit a matching scarf for it, but that didn't make it into the pictures.  I'd like to make matching mittens as well.  Mike requested an identical set- hat and scarf (in adult size).  The pattern is from &lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://tiennieknits.typepad.com/tiennie_knits/2007/12/norwegian-star.html"&gt;tiennie knits...&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3765298507918964227-6417069139387598289?l=michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com/feeds/6417069139387598289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3765298507918964227&amp;postID=6417069139387598289&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3765298507918964227/posts/default/6417069139387598289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3765298507918964227/posts/default/6417069139387598289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com/2009/09/norwegian-star-earflap-hat.html' title='norwegian star earflap hat'/><author><name>kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974200833612459153</uri><email>kelliemryan@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10568649296070584301'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/SsOS1caTegI/AAAAAAAAShY/a9LK73ZLFlg/s72-c/jack+hat-+side.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-3765298507918964227.post-4661823378509952480</id><published>2009-09-28T20:44:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T23:00:20.065-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abigail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal reflections'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Wherein I reverse all previous rantings and ravings about my baby girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/SsFj-SqpEdI/AAAAAAAASgY/DQejdtvX0U0/s1600-h/happy+girl+table.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/SsFj-SqpEdI/AAAAAAAASgY/DQejdtvX0U0/s400/happy+girl+table.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386696551125553618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I've made Abigail out to be an unreasonable and difficult baby girl.  If I've done that, I've been honest.  Her challenging- temperament? was first revealed when we took that seven-week-old baby to Holden Beach last summer.  Long hours in the car, a dwindling milk supply, crazy people peering inches away from her face all day long- just kidding, who knows what it was that flipped that switch, but that tiny girl screamed and screamed and screamed.  Her best console was being rocked almost violently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've weathered a child who is the worst eater I could imagine, an eight-time-a-night waker, and when she finally made it mostly through the night, she'd wake early and take short naps during the days.  She was IRRITABLE, rough with Jack and everybody.  I might use the word brutal.  She would constantly get into off-limits things or take Jack's toys to hit him with them and was unresponsive to any kind of discipline (what's appropriate for a thirteen-, fourteen-month-old, anyway?)  I went to bed exhausted from refereeing the kids and just listening to a constant whiny cry starting at 5 pm every day.  EVERY bedtime was met with an angry scream.  What's more, she climbs everything and her staggering sleep deprivation caused her staggering skinny body to fall ALL of the time.  So she was covered with bumps and bruises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tried so many different things with her- moving bedtime up an hour and half, being super-consistent with her schedule, watching her diet for allergies, anything we thought might have a chance of making her a happier child.  I perused books like &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Healthy-Sleep-Habits-Happy-Child/dp/0345486455/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1254186662&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;Healthy Sleep Habits, Happy Child&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Discipline-Book-Better-Behaved-Child-Birth/dp/0316779032/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1254186696&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;The Discipline Book&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Attachment-Parenting-Book-Commonsense-Understanding/dp/0316778095/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1254186801&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;Attachment Parenting&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Dare-Discipline-Dr-James-Dobson/dp/0553255282/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1254186753&amp;amp;sr=1-2"&gt;Dare to Discipline&lt;/a&gt;, parts of &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Happiest-Baby-Block-Crying-Newborn/dp/0553381466/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1254186886&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;The Happiest Baby on the Block&lt;/a&gt;.  Not this girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can say all of these terrible, nasty things about my daughter now because I'm about to shower upon her loads of praise.  The child has changed in the past three weeks.  She's a delight.  There are a number of things that could have made the difference, besides it just happening on its own time, as I kept praying might happen sooner than later.  She's started talking a lot more.  Maybe she's psyched she can now readily communicate and her demands are met ever so much sooner?  Perhaps she's excited about eating ALL by her self, just like her big brother Jack (even full bowls of cereal with milk)?  Maybe the exerted effort on her parents' part to keep the schedule really as consistent as possible-- including only three nursings a day and never right before bedtime-- and enforcing a morning naps finally paid off. Who knows?  Who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/SsFj9gIJcqI/AAAAAAAASgI/2pAejzvHZ5Y/s1600-h/happy+girl-+basement.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/SsFj9gIJcqI/AAAAAAAASgI/2pAejzvHZ5Y/s400/happy+girl-+basement.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386696537559102114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never snuggled a baby as much as in these past few weeks.  She'll grab her blanket- "mimeh"- and come to just cuddle up on my lap.  She's never wanted to do that before.  I remember my joy when I found out we were having a girl, thinking how much more gentle she would be after experiencing a boy's mostly brutal touch.  I'm finally seeing that gentleness in her.  I don't know how to describe her change in personality, but she's just ever so much more pleasant.  Even her tone of voice and her body-language have changed from loud, grating and tense to soothing, pleasing and relaxed.  And she actually obeys most of the time now when we make requests of her- like to take toys back to Jack that she takes or to not climb up the back of the couch or onto the table.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all sleep better now.  As soon as we finish our bedtime routine, she almost reaches for her crib, then smiles up at us and blows a kiss once there- silent when we leave the room.  She sleeps straight through the night, eleven plus hours, takes a 30 minute to one hour morning nap and a 1 1/2 to 2 1/2 hour-long afternoon nap with Jack and eats like a normal, growth-spurting toddler.  Really better than average.  She actually has a tummy now, which is kind of startling- but isn't that normal?  She was starting to look emaciated, though every little morsel we managed to sneak into her screaming-in-protest mouth was nutritionally chock-full of value.  Now she asks for more at every meal and requests food between meals by going and sitting in her chair or going to the cabinets or fridge.  I think we're running a buffet.  She hasn't eaten in months- what do I expect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to write all of this down for my own sake, for years to come when I have another trying child and need a glimpse of hope.  And I tend to glaze over everything in the past with petunias, so maybe this will help me to retain some reality.  I really am glad that our Missy Boo Boo has been every bit as stubborn and resistant as she has been for thirteen or so months (starting at seven weeks- she's now almost 16 months)-- even if this was just a psych-out and she reverts back to her NuttiGail ways in a week or two.  She's still strong-willed, hard-headed, whatever you call it, and I'm certain she will be for the rest of her life- I don't really see anything wrong with that.  The change seemed to be taking the edge off of that, along with so much more, not having to do with stubborness.  It may sound trite, but so be it-- I feel like I have learned so much from her about how to be a mom (and to be a less-judgmental mom), and I feel empowered to deal with with whatever comes our way- baby-wise.  I can still hold onto the hope that she will be the most difficult.  I'm glad she's here now and not at the fifth or sixth, you know?  God knows what He's doing in this matter of children (and in all things), which is why we'll continue to leave that (and try to leave everything else) entirely up to the One who knows.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/SsFj96CQGMI/AAAAAAAASgQ/nztEDH0IHWQ/s1600-h/happy+girl+basment+2.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/SsFj96CQGMI/AAAAAAAASgQ/nztEDH0IHWQ/s400/happy+girl+basment+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386696544513693890" 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/3765298507918964227-4661823378509952480?l=michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com/feeds/4661823378509952480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3765298507918964227&amp;postID=4661823378509952480&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3765298507918964227/posts/default/4661823378509952480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3765298507918964227/posts/default/4661823378509952480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com/2009/09/wherein-i-reverse-all-previous-rantings.html' title='Wherein I reverse all previous rantings and ravings about my baby girl'/><author><name>kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974200833612459153</uri><email>kelliemryan@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10568649296070584301'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/SsFj-SqpEdI/AAAAAAAASgY/DQejdtvX0U0/s72-c/happy+girl+table.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-3765298507918964227.post-1283533151338698411</id><published>2009-09-26T16:16:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-26T21:18:18.487-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abigail'/><title type='text'>A pronunciation guide, of sorts</title><content type='html'>Abigail is a little more than 15 1/2 months now- a month older than Jack was when she was born.  Though she seemed to be a little more delayed than him in the talking realm a month ago (he was saying "Ag-i-bee" and "Ab-i-gay" very clearly shortly after her birth) her vocabulary has just begun to take off.  We've been encouraging her to use words for everything, repeating names of things.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of her more frequent words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;water-- "ya-ya"&lt;br /&gt;blanket- "mimeh"&lt;br /&gt;hello- "heyyo"&lt;br /&gt;nice- "nie"&lt;br /&gt;yogurt- "oh-go"&lt;br /&gt;cheese- "gee" (as in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gee&lt;/span&gt;zer)&lt;br /&gt;Cookie (Jack's stuffed animal)- "Go-go"&lt;br /&gt;Otter (her favorite stuffed animal from Aunt Heather)- "A-ya"&lt;br /&gt;Jack- "Jaa!" (usually said in enthusiastic whisper)&lt;br /&gt;uh-oh- "uh-oh"&lt;br /&gt;pasta- "paba"&lt;br /&gt;all done-"aahh duh"&lt;br /&gt;all gone- "aahh goh"&lt;br /&gt;crackers- "gaga"&lt;br /&gt;bunnies- "buhbuh"&lt;br /&gt;night-night- "nie-nie"&lt;br /&gt;banana- "baba"&lt;br /&gt;apple- "abba"&lt;br /&gt;book- "boo"&lt;br /&gt;ball- "baw"&lt;br /&gt;something she's been saying a lot of- "Miie!" (mine)&lt;br /&gt;cereal- "eeiooo"&lt;br /&gt;good girl- "goo' gir'"&lt;br /&gt;here you go- "eee go"&lt;br /&gt;nose- "no"&lt;br /&gt;yeah- "eeyeaahh"&lt;br /&gt;mmm-hmmm (sound of agreement)- "hhmmmmmm."&lt;br /&gt;teeth- "deee"&lt;br /&gt;mouth- maaa&lt;br /&gt;monkey- "ah ah ah ah" (like a monkey sound)&lt;br /&gt;tunnel- "nunnow"&lt;br /&gt;Go- "go"&lt;br /&gt;jump- "num"&lt;br /&gt;door- "doe"&lt;br /&gt;down- "dah"&lt;br /&gt;bath- "baa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the usual, which she's been saying for a while now- "Mama," "Dada," "no," "bebeh," etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's excellent with all kinds of animal noises (and actions), lip-smacking kisses, and she signs a few things like "more," "all done" and "good job" and that kind of thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3765298507918964227-1283533151338698411?l=michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com/feeds/1283533151338698411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3765298507918964227&amp;postID=1283533151338698411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3765298507918964227/posts/default/1283533151338698411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3765298507918964227/posts/default/1283533151338698411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com/2009/09/pronuncian-guide.html' title='A pronunciation guide, of sorts'/><author><name>kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974200833612459153</uri><email>kelliemryan@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10568649296070584301'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765298507918964227.post-6356421042704756880</id><published>2009-09-24T13:17:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T14:09:03.997-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craftiness'/><title type='text'>winter femme cabled hat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/Sru1PJK-uuI/AAAAAAAASeI/V7j5iyqgY5s/s1600-h/cable+knit+4.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/Sru1PJK-uuI/AAAAAAAASeI/V7j5iyqgY5s/s400/cable+knit+4.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385097051216198370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/SrutNY2Q8gI/AAAAAAAASdY/DKbbjHv6Upg/s1600-h/cable+knit+hat+2.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/SrutNY2Q8gI/AAAAAAAASdY/DKbbjHv6Upg/s400/cable+knit+hat+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385088224971518466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/SrutOPNu4aI/AAAAAAAASdo/NljzoomV-uo/s1600-h/cable+knit+hat+1.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/SrutOPNu4aI/AAAAAAAASdo/NljzoomV-uo/s400/cable+knit+hat+1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385088239565463970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my first cable project- something just for me.  Yes, cables are easy, as I was repeatedly told.  They just look like they might be a pain and a half.  The pattern was from d-made.com.  Looking around for this pattern and children's earflap hats (Jack requested that I make him a blue hat- all his own thinking, whilst I was kntitting a scarf a week or so ago-- how could I deny him?), I found a whole world of free online patterns.  And some cheap yarn and needle sites.  I'll post some of them in the links section of the new blog (Right now, I'm just as in-the-dark as you).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3765298507918964227-6356421042704756880?l=michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com/feeds/6356421042704756880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3765298507918964227&amp;postID=6356421042704756880&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3765298507918964227/posts/default/6356421042704756880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3765298507918964227/posts/default/6356421042704756880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com/2009/09/winter-femme-cabled-hat.html' title='winter femme cabled hat'/><author><name>kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974200833612459153</uri><email>kelliemryan@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10568649296070584301'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/Sru1PJK-uuI/AAAAAAAASeI/V7j5iyqgY5s/s72-c/cable+knit+4.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-3765298507918964227.post-1161916052249983519</id><published>2009-09-18T23:37:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T14:55:02.683-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abigail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outings'/><title type='text'>picnic in the park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/SrRSsSt-3sI/AAAAAAAAScg/Gsk4D7i7Wb0/s1600-h/mt.+leb+park+picnic.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/SrRSsSt-3sI/AAAAAAAAScg/Gsk4D7i7Wb0/s400/mt.+leb+park+picnic.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383018375507009218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We packed up some pbjs, salad, fruit, cheese and yogurt for the kids and headed to a nearby park for a picnic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/SrRSh6CrOPI/AAAAAAAAScY/VO1jefsK9Vs/s1600-h/mt.+leb+park-+mike+and+kids.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/SrRSh6CrOPI/AAAAAAAAScY/VO1jefsK9Vs/s400/mt.+leb+park-+mike+and+kids.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383018197084223730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/SrRShve5C6I/AAAAAAAAScQ/u8GJtLD7CW4/s1600-h/mt.+leb+park-+gail+on+little+swing.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/SrRShve5C6I/AAAAAAAAScQ/u8GJtLD7CW4/s400/mt.+leb+park-+gail+on+little+swing.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383018194249780130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/SrRShHXSGbI/AAAAAAAAScI/6v_lHifCaPY/s1600-h/mt.+leb+park-+swings.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/SrRShHXSGbI/AAAAAAAAScI/6v_lHifCaPY/s400/mt.+leb+park-+swings.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383018183480449458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/SrRSgn_Y27I/AAAAAAAAScA/hpxAicK0rio/s1600-h/mt.+leb+park-+stopne+wall.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/SrRSgn_Y27I/AAAAAAAAScA/hpxAicK0rio/s400/mt.+leb+park-+stopne+wall.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383018175058729906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/SrRSgOMbpYI/AAAAAAAASb4/TEyr5oZQghU/s1600-h/mt.+leb+park-+jack+slide.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/SrRSgOMbpYI/AAAAAAAASb4/TEyr5oZQghU/s400/mt.+leb+park-+jack+slide.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383018168134116738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then enjoyed the fun playgrounds of of Mt. Lebanon Park (thanks for introducing us, Michelle and Beatrix!).  Gail couldn't be kept from the "big kid" equipment or the spinning saucers.  She is such a daring thing.&lt;br /&gt;Jack, as always was more interested in making mulch ice cream and throwing leaves from the stone wall than anything the park equipment had to offer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3765298507918964227-1161916052249983519?l=michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com/feeds/1161916052249983519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3765298507918964227&amp;postID=1161916052249983519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3765298507918964227/posts/default/1161916052249983519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3765298507918964227/posts/default/1161916052249983519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com/2009/09/picnic-in-park.html' title='picnic in the park'/><author><name>kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974200833612459153</uri><email>kelliemryan@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10568649296070584301'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/SrRSsSt-3sI/AAAAAAAAScg/Gsk4D7i7Wb0/s72-c/mt.+leb+park+picnic.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-3765298507918964227.post-4834617257483162996</id><published>2009-09-18T15:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T15:28:17.377-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all about me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='my honey'/><title type='text'>new plans</title><content type='html'>After changing around the look of this blog so many times, only to be not quite satisfied again and again, I have decided to switch blog hosts and spend some more time making the design/layout exactly what I want.  I don't know how long it will take, but in the meantime, I'll still be posting to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The House&lt;/span&gt;.  I'll probably be switching to Wordpress, as Typepad (though I probably like it most) requires&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; payment&lt;/span&gt;, a feature I think have to I'll pass up.  I wish I had more experience in web design or had gotten more out of my EMS (electronic media studio) classes when I was a student.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Sidenote-- Mike and I each took a class in each other's fields as undergrads, for kicks-- I took a beginner's Java class, and Mike took EMS (cheater).  I believe Mike got an A in his "art(-schmart)" course (just teasing, Love), and I got a B(+) in my CS course as well as EMS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3765298507918964227-4834617257483162996?l=michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com/feeds/4834617257483162996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3765298507918964227&amp;postID=4834617257483162996&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3765298507918964227/posts/default/4834617257483162996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3765298507918964227/posts/default/4834617257483162996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-plans.html' title='new plans'/><author><name>kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974200833612459153</uri><email>kelliemryan@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10568649296070584301'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765298507918964227.post-7768948722115656794</id><published>2009-09-17T14:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T14:31:52.114-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger: we're through</title><content type='html'>Please stand by.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3765298507918964227-7768948722115656794?l=michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com/feeds/7768948722115656794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3765298507918964227&amp;postID=7768948722115656794&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3765298507918964227/posts/default/7768948722115656794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3765298507918964227/posts/default/7768948722115656794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com/2009/09/blogger-were-through.html' title='Blogger: we&apos;re through'/><author><name>kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974200833612459153</uri><email>kelliemryan@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10568649296070584301'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765298507918964227.post-7614731324812003746</id><published>2009-09-16T20:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T21:25:55.427-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laughs'/><title type='text'>It smells like yuck.</title><content type='html'>Mike and I told Jack (after Aunt Heather got sprayed by a skunk when entering her house one night) that a skunks' spray smells bad. Seeing a skunk driving a mail truck in a Richard Scarry book: (with wrinkled-up nose) "He smells like bad.  He's dirty.  He needs a take a bath."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing a sly-looking fox in a book: "He smells like yuck.  He needs a take a bath."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smelling a pumpkin pie candle in a store: "It smells like good!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pointing to The Thing and Wolverine on some new-to-him pajamas: "They look like monsters.  They gonna get you" (he still says "you" instead of "me").&lt;br /&gt;Mike" "No, they're friends, they won't hurt you."&lt;br /&gt;(Super high-pitched voice) Jack: "They gonna help you!  They nice!  Maybe we see Wuvaeeen.  Maybe he give you hugs and kisses."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Mike one night: "Dad, if you do a good job clean up, maybe you get a t'eat."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3765298507918964227-7614731324812003746?l=michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com/feeds/7614731324812003746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3765298507918964227&amp;postID=7614731324812003746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3765298507918964227/posts/default/7614731324812003746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3765298507918964227/posts/default/7614731324812003746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-smells-like-yuck.html' title='It smells like yuck.'/><author><name>kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974200833612459153</uri><email>kelliemryan@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10568649296070584301'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765298507918964227.post-1469481316140088848</id><published>2009-09-16T09:50:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T10:39:46.251-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jack'/><title type='text'>not yet ready</title><content type='html'>In an attempt to get this kid out of diapers sometime in the near future, we decided to offer Jack a reward of Richard Scarry's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cars and Trucks and Things that Go&lt;/span&gt; if he can go shoo shoo on the potty, a step of readiness he hasn't displayed yet. I didn't anticipate his insistence of sitting on the potty for 80  minutes this morning, right after I told him (he LOVES this book).  He finally peed, and I was proud of him for that, but he was very upset when I told him we would try again later for the book.  I suspect he would have sat there for hours until he had his promised book in hand if I let him.  I think diapers are going to last longer than I'd hoped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A side-note: our kids both get diaper rashes when we use the cloths all the time, even when I try to check them frequently, so we have to alternate between disposables and cloth.  Is this normal?  We use Kushies all-in-ones, but they are no longer useful without a vinyl cover.  I'd like to try something else.  Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3765298507918964227-1469481316140088848?l=michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com/feeds/1469481316140088848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3765298507918964227&amp;postID=1469481316140088848&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3765298507918964227/posts/default/1469481316140088848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3765298507918964227/posts/default/1469481316140088848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com/2009/09/not-yet-ready.html' title='not yet ready'/><author><name>kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974200833612459153</uri><email>kelliemryan@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10568649296070584301'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765298507918964227.post-929483386933314739</id><published>2009-09-15T15:38:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T15:48:03.343-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abigail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>...of the kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/Sq_uQu2OqlI/AAAAAAAASa4/GGwUgsZTdtc/s1600-h/porch-+gail+gate.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/Sq_uQu2OqlI/AAAAAAAASa4/GGwUgsZTdtc/s400/porch-+gail+gate.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381782050951834194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/Sq_uQAJM6iI/AAAAAAAASaw/_j3BQ1lRk6Q/s1600-h/gail+on+front+porch+close.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/Sq_uQAJM6iI/AAAAAAAASaw/_j3BQ1lRk6Q/s400/gail+on+front+porch+close.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381782038414944802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/Sq_teMDt50I/AAAAAAAASag/WadF2NgqhZU/s1600-h/kids+in+bins.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/Sq_teMDt50I/AAAAAAAASag/WadF2NgqhZU/s400/kids+in+bins.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381781182619707202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/Sq_teYD0yHI/AAAAAAAASao/XVmHK9InxZQ/s1600-h/kids+in+bins+2.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/Sq_teYD0yHI/AAAAAAAASao/XVmHK9InxZQ/s400/kids+in+bins+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381781185841383538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so nice when they play together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/Sq_tdhmDL-I/AAAAAAAASaY/knwTb8LfJgI/s1600-h/kids+in+tub.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/Sq_tdhmDL-I/AAAAAAAASaY/knwTb8LfJgI/s400/kids+in+tub.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381781171220983778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were squealing at each other in the bathtub, laughing just to tears.  I had so many more pictures of this, but I can't find them right now.  Check back later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3765298507918964227-929483386933314739?l=michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com/feeds/929483386933314739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3765298507918964227&amp;postID=929483386933314739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3765298507918964227/posts/default/929483386933314739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3765298507918964227/posts/default/929483386933314739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com/2009/09/of-kids.html' title='...of the kids'/><author><name>kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974200833612459153</uri><email>kelliemryan@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10568649296070584301'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/Sq_uQu2OqlI/AAAAAAAASa4/GGwUgsZTdtc/s72-c/porch-+gail+gate.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-3765298507918964227.post-4688198820084760812</id><published>2009-09-14T23:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T23:36:09.517-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knits'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craftiness'/><title type='text'>zoo toy bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/Sq8KpiaBOXI/AAAAAAAASZ4/PddqbFT4TMo/s1600-h/elephant+bag.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/Sq8KpiaBOXI/AAAAAAAASZ4/PddqbFT4TMo/s400/elephant+bag.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381531788457884018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/Sq8KpHLy6sI/AAAAAAAASZw/PduDODqe5Kw/s1600-h/elephant+bag+2.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/_4Pbg1L0skug/Sq8KpHLy6sI/AAAAAAAASZw/PduDODqe5Kw/s400/elephant+bag+2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381531781150468802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished this a while ago too, but I was just moving pictures over to Mike's computer and realized I had never posted this one, knit as a gift for the newest baby Ward.  I still need work with tension when switching colors (within a row).  Seems it's always too tight, no matter how much I try to loosen the connecting strands.  It was fun, regardless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3765298507918964227-4688198820084760812?l=michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com/feeds/4688198820084760812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3765298507918964227&amp;postID=4688198820084760812&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3765298507918964227/posts/default/4688198820084760812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3765298507918964227/posts/default/4688198820084760812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com/2009/09/zoo-toy-bag.html' title='zoo toy bag'/><author><name>kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974200833612459153</uri><email>kelliemryan@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10568649296070584301'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/Sq8KpiaBOXI/AAAAAAAASZ4/PddqbFT4TMo/s72-c/elephant+bag.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-3765298507918964227.post-5583239462669594055</id><published>2009-09-14T21:20:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T21:34:50.039-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motherhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='all about me'/><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>A few things I've been especially thankful for today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;stain remover&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;those grocery carts with attached cars for little ones to ride in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;trash day (2 weeks worth of trash and diapers stink)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;an ordered garbage disposal (2 weeks without a working one also stinks and makes cooking difficult)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;baby gates&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Big Bird's Sing Along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;friends to go to the park with&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;little hugs and kisses&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a husband who's completely satisfied with hotdogs, leftover pasta and watermelon for dinner&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3765298507918964227-5583239462669594055?l=michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com/feeds/5583239462669594055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3765298507918964227&amp;postID=5583239462669594055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3765298507918964227/posts/default/5583239462669594055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3765298507918964227/posts/default/5583239462669594055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com/2009/09/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974200833612459153</uri><email>kelliemryan@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10568649296070584301'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3765298507918964227.post-4163687304695017686</id><published>2009-09-13T15:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T21:29:01.844-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abigail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jack'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random musings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><title type='text'>Seven on Sunday</title><content type='html'>1. There's a cat in the neighborhood that likes to bring special "treats" into our yard, scattering them around for the kids to find whilst "mowing" or triking.  Mike has gone out with his gloves several times to dispose of the remains.  This cat has also found a way into our garage, where he likes to sleep in the covered bassinet, stored car seat and swing, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Well, he made an absolutely monstrous and disgusting mess of God only knows what all over the old infant carrier/car seat, and Mike and I were both about ready to toss it out on trash night.  But that thing cost a pretty penny, and would have been a pain to replace, so put our hazmat suits on and are in the process of cleaning and disinfecting it thoroughly- taking it all apart and will make use of our new power-washer, which we got to help with stripping and repainting the back addition of the house.  I'm not sure if I will ever be able to place a perfect and precious newborn baby within its contours ever again, but at least we'll be able to say we tried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm thrilled that Jack will be a Lego boy so I can come down after the kids are asleep and play with those glorious little colored bricks.  Right now, he plays with the Duplos-- all day.  He asks for help building houses and pools, libraries and train tunnels, bullsoders and corn pickers.  We just have what was left of my brothers' sets when we was little, but he enjoys them so much and even asks to sleep with them.  I like building things with him now, but like I said, I'm excited for the smaller Legos and the intricate sets.  I remember the Chritmas Tay and I got the Lego castle.  That was all we did for the rest of the afternoon and the morning of the next day until it was all constructed, working draw bridge and boobie traps and secret passages and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  On Friday, Gail had her 15-month appointment.  She gained a whopping 11 oz. since her one-year (though she did grow considerably taller).  She's so skinny.  We try to get this finicky girl to eat, but eating time is rarely a pleasant experience.  She swats and turns her head and cries.  I fix all sorts of different meals just for her- eggs, avacado, appe sauce, bananas, macaroni and cheese, yogurt, grapes-- all things that she, at one point or another has shown interest in, but her preferences change daily.&lt;br /&gt;The other night we went to Steak 'n' Shake, and while the kids usually do pretty well on occasions when we go out to eat, she was making a royal scene and fussed at everything that came toward her face with flailing objection "NO!"  I finally gave her the fork loaded with mac and cheese (I've tried this before, and she's flayed food all over the room).  She finished her bowl as well as Jack's in this manner.  Such a silly girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I don't know where he got it from, but every night before he goes to bed now, Jack has to be sure that no monsters are going to get him.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Other things I don't know where Jack picked up:  "Leave me alone!"  "Get away."  My guess is Oscar the Grouch, who I believe utters at least one of these phrases on the Sesame Street Alphabet audio tape Jack loves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Jack is going to be a monkey for a Halloween.  He wanted to put the costume on yesterday, and Abigail came running.  I asked her, sympathetically, as I was helping put Jack's feet in, if she wanted to wear the monkey costume, and she said, "Yeeeaaaahh!"  I went upstairs to dig out Jack's old Cookie Monster costume, which seemed to appease her until Jack got too hot (after running around and around and around "like a monkey") and wanted to take it off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I was going to post a few pictures, but my computer is too full, and it won't let me do anything more with pictures right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3765298507918964227-4163687304695017686?l=michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com/feeds/4163687304695017686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3765298507918964227&amp;postID=4163687304695017686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3765298507918964227/posts/default/4163687304695017686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3765298507918964227/posts/default/4163687304695017686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com/2009/09/seven-on-sunday.html' title='Seven on Sunday'/><author><name>kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974200833612459153</uri><email>kelliemryan@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10568649296070584301'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4Pbg1L0skug/SqwDDqOY0bI/AAAAAAAASYw/8Zrf8escxIA/s72-c/piggie.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-3765298507918964227.post-3234488162663523863</id><published>2009-09-12T15:04:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T15:16:07.517-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birth control'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abortion'/><title type='text'>Is rape an exception?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The rape victim in &lt;a href="http://catholicexchange.com/2009/09/12/121774/"&gt;this story&lt;/a&gt; claims that the "rush of love" for her unborn child moments before she had an abortion, saved her daughter's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;"The so-called "rape exception" is commonly accepted, even by many who are inclined to the pro-life position, as a "compassionate" act for a rape victim. But pro-life apologists refute this, saying that it is neither just for the innocent child who is killed, nor beneficial for the mother.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Stephanie Gray, the head and founder of the Canadian Centre for Bioethical Reform, told LifeSiteNews.com that Miriam Virgo’s story should be one that inspires others to make the same choice in favor of life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It illustrates, she said, the basic principle of the entire pro-life cause, that an unborn child has dignity and value, no matter what the circumstances of her conception. "If the unborn are valuable because they’re human," Gray said, "then how they come into existence does not change the fact that they are persons with inherent dignity."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3765298507918964227-3234488162663523863?l=michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com/feeds/3234488162663523863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3765298507918964227&amp;postID=3234488162663523863&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3765298507918964227/posts/default/3234488162663523863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3765298507918964227/posts/default/3234488162663523863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michaelandkellieryan.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-rape-exception.html' title='Is rape an exception?'/><author><name>kellie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05974200833612459153</uri><email>kelliemryan@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10568649296070584301'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>