<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200</id><updated>2012-02-13T16:13:30.689-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Meyers Chronicles</title><subtitle type='html'>a little peek into our household</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>449</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-1175821614395620952</id><published>2011-10-14T10:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T11:36:59.624-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent Night</title><content type='html'>Every year, our local fire departments have a ceremony and parade honoring those who have been lost while serving our community.  It's called the "Silent Night Parade".  We try to make it out every year to see the flashing lights of the fire trucks and to say a big "Thank You!" to those working to make our area a safer place.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday, the silent night parade followed a huge tragedy in West Michigan.  We lost an officer in the line of duty yesterday.  During a high speed chase that followed a bank robbery, Officer Slot selflessly offered to help stop the suspects and was killed for his effort.  You can click &lt;a href="http://www.mlive.com/news/muskegon/index.ssf/2011/10/live_blog_coverage_walker_poli.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for news coverage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xO_M-xT3vSA/TphJsQ8UIvI/AAAAAAAAE0U/2-V_l8F_JVI/s1600/DSC08135.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xO_M-xT3vSA/TphJsQ8UIvI/AAAAAAAAE0U/2-V_l8F_JVI/s320/DSC08135.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663357556229415666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys certainly had fun checking out the equipment and trucks available to look at.  I know that Jeremy enjoyed showing the kids all there was to see after a long day at work (he was working when Officer Slot was killed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i_MHGphIeNE/TphJrlcOHgI/AAAAAAAAE0I/2iOOd0JqHkM/s1600/DSC08134.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i_MHGphIeNE/TphJrlcOHgI/AAAAAAAAE0I/2iOOd0JqHkM/s320/DSC08134.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663357544552078850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The big boys got to climb up in a real fire truck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Zq_0h5eQGg/TphJrIKPR4I/AAAAAAAAEz8/gXxoR0cbxCA/s1600/DSC08141.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1Zq_0h5eQGg/TphJrIKPR4I/AAAAAAAAEz8/gXxoR0cbxCA/s320/DSC08141.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663357536692029314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Even with the rain coming down, we still had fun saying thanks to the fire fighters present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UM0JvvEoAK0/TphJqk4j4dI/AAAAAAAAEzw/8pMKyIDuxcc/s1600/DSC08138.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UM0JvvEoAK0/TphJqk4j4dI/AAAAAAAAEzw/8pMKyIDuxcc/s320/DSC08138.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663357527222641106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HoGMZ2y18WM/TphHmUK0seI/AAAAAAAAEzk/IMN2P2uGtyQ/s1600/IMAG0453.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HoGMZ2y18WM/TphHmUK0seI/AAAAAAAAEzk/IMN2P2uGtyQ/s320/IMAG0453.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663355254993105378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_t6Q9bQyxNY/TphHmKq1vAI/AAAAAAAAEzY/jZjF4jBpNg0/s1600/IMAG0452.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_t6Q9bQyxNY/TphHmKq1vAI/AAAAAAAAEzY/jZjF4jBpNg0/s320/IMAG0452.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663355252443036674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;While we had fun at the Silent Night Parade, yesterday certainly served as a reminder that many brave men and women put on their uniform and kiss their loved ones goodbye daily with no guarantee of coming home at the end of the day.  Every day they put their lives in danger to help the public, whether by fighting fires or chasing bank robbers.  As we remember all of our fallen heroes, I'd like to ask you to specifically pray for Officer Slots family and friends, the officers to daily risk their lives to protect us all, and the officers at Walker and the surrounding area who are grieving the loss of one of their own.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cq8ib5NNoIQ/TphHkgv7iOI/AAAAAAAAEzA/ltsp8-mJkig/s1600/IMAG0450.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Cq8ib5NNoIQ/TphHkgv7iOI/AAAAAAAAEzA/ltsp8-mJkig/s320/IMAG0450.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5663355224010229986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-1175821614395620952?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/1175821614395620952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=1175821614395620952&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/1175821614395620952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/1175821614395620952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2011/10/silent-night.html' title='Silent Night'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xO_M-xT3vSA/TphJsQ8UIvI/AAAAAAAAE0U/2-V_l8F_JVI/s72-c/DSC08135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-7191413792450616038</id><published>2011-09-12T22:52:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T00:55:36.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Healing Field</title><content type='html'>As we all know, yesterday marked the 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; anniversary of the horrifying act of terrorism that happened in New York City, Washington D.C., and Pennsylvania.  As a way of honoring the fallen souls from 10 years ago, West Michigan participated in a nation wide display called The Healing Field.  There were eleven fields of American flags set up around the county, one flag for each person killed on September 11, 2001.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oN8ozFGd7dI/Tm7PKv7fnoI/AAAAAAAAEy4/FOJI54WzWyo/s1600/9-11%2Bmemorial_0001.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oN8ozFGd7dI/Tm7PKv7fnoI/AAAAAAAAEy4/FOJI54WzWyo/s320/9-11%2Bmemorial_0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651682365968195202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm not sure I can completely vocalize the feelings I had when first seeing the display.  It was breath-taking, heart-breaking, and emotional.  I think I actually had to catch my breath.  To see so many flags, fluttering in the wind...  I can't completely explain it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kwwcHRcFJf8/Tm7PJmNIKTI/AAAAAAAAEyw/SCcV13MlpKA/s1600/9-11%2Bmemorial_0062.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kwwcHRcFJf8/Tm7PJmNIKTI/AAAAAAAAEyw/SCcV13MlpKA/s320/9-11%2Bmemorial_0062.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651682346177931570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were told that during the ceremony to place the flags, two people read off the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;individuals&lt;/span&gt; names with a 4 second delay between names.  In total, it took just over 4 hours to read off all of the names of people who perished September 11, 2001. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1p8RCFiomWg/Tm7PJKs8EqI/AAAAAAAAEyo/VA-kbWxkA60/s1600/9-11%2Bmemorial_0015.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1p8RCFiomWg/Tm7PJKs8EqI/AAAAAAAAEyo/VA-kbWxkA60/s320/9-11%2Bmemorial_0015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651682338795164322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeremy and I wanted to make today a learning experience for the kids, but without too much information.  Jeremy ended up explaining to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jayce&lt;/span&gt; that 10 years ago, something very bad happened and a lot of people died.  He told our first born that each flag stood for a person who had died that day.  My sweet heart of a son then asked if all of those people were in heaven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KKedFLMvd60/Tm7NCKkr_aI/AAAAAAAAEyg/6nKvb3GXOqY/s1600/9-11%2Bmemorial_0019.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KKedFLMvd60/Tm7NCKkr_aI/AAAAAAAAEyg/6nKvb3GXOqY/s320/9-11%2Bmemorial_0019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651680019478216098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L34ApNndsJM/Tm7NBYXTzKI/AAAAAAAAEyY/WG31ovsvZ0w/s1600/9-11%2Bmemorial_0009.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L34ApNndsJM/Tm7NBYXTzKI/AAAAAAAAEyY/WG31ovsvZ0w/s320/9-11%2Bmemorial_0009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651680006000331938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you see that sign to the right of the picture?  There were many "fact" signs around the hillside.  That one there said this: "Fact: 2800 children lost a parent on that infamous morning".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V0ayotAMTuI/Tm7NAxcbIuI/AAAAAAAAEyQ/xUuM_r6zqOk/s1600/9-11%2Bmemorial_0014.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-V0ayotAMTuI/Tm7NAxcbIuI/AAAAAAAAEyQ/xUuM_r6zqOk/s320/9-11%2Bmemorial_0014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651679995552801506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Each of the flags stood for a person who died in the terror attack.  Attached to the each of the flags was a card with a name, an age, where they died, and a short paragraph of information about them.  The cards that had a blue ribbon were for law enforcement who died that day.  The red ribbons were for firefighters.  Personally, those with the red and blue ribbons were a little harder to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eU4Rhu87vlg/Tm7HwdE64ZI/AAAAAAAAEyI/rgklfSnHDBY/s1600/9-11%2Bmemorial_0034.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eU4Rhu87vlg/Tm7HwdE64ZI/AAAAAAAAEyI/rgklfSnHDBY/s320/9-11%2Bmemorial_0034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651674217649463698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mXsaoHOhMRQ/Tm7Hv-fl26I/AAAAAAAAEyA/LIMK4RvoqOY/s1600/9-11%2Bmemorial_0035.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mXsaoHOhMRQ/Tm7Hv-fl26I/AAAAAAAAEyA/LIMK4RvoqOY/s320/9-11%2Bmemorial_0035.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651674209439832994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K3FkAuCddvM/Tm7HulpuCpI/AAAAAAAAEx4/7FFL1f7dP5Y/s1600/9-11%2Bmemorial_0051.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-K3FkAuCddvM/Tm7HulpuCpI/AAAAAAAAEx4/7FFL1f7dP5Y/s320/9-11%2Bmemorial_0051.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651674185591556754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_xT4chVMqoo/Tm7HuM6zlcI/AAAAAAAAExw/9-56s7meJbA/s1600/9-11%2Bmemorial_0052.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_xT4chVMqoo/Tm7HuM6zlcI/AAAAAAAAExw/9-56s7meJbA/s320/9-11%2Bmemorial_0052.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651674178952336834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm glad that my children were able to experience this with us today.  I can honestly say, being able to take part in such a humbling and honoring display was amazing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-7191413792450616038?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/7191413792450616038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=7191413792450616038&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/7191413792450616038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/7191413792450616038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2011/09/healing-field.html' title='The Healing Field'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oN8ozFGd7dI/Tm7PKv7fnoI/AAAAAAAAEy4/FOJI54WzWyo/s72-c/9-11%2Bmemorial_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-502320631733094571</id><published>2011-08-27T14:25:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T15:05:27.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grayson's 3rd Birthday</title><content type='html'>This little boy turned 3 last weekend.  We had a great time celebrating him, starting with a trip to the Gardens on Friday, a birthday party at Chuck E. Cheese on Saturday, and a baseball game on Sunday.  It was a very busy birthday weekend.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-32RilUytSms/Tlk9ntdcyHI/AAAAAAAAExo/N22iE9xSmQs/s1600/IMAG0172.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-32RilUytSms/Tlk9ntdcyHI/AAAAAAAAExo/N22iE9xSmQs/s320/IMAG0172.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645611360312936562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The day of Grayson's birthday, we had a yummy pancake breakfast at home, opened a few presents....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nstNz71AIm0/Tlk9nFga7iI/AAAAAAAAExg/67jjAp28v3Q/s1600/Grayson%2527s%2B3rd%2Bbirthday_0007.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nstNz71AIm0/Tlk9nFga7iI/AAAAAAAAExg/67jjAp28v3Q/s320/Grayson%2527s%2B3rd%2Bbirthday_0007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645611349587979810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dNWjQqTBfmU/Tlk80g4Q6VI/AAAAAAAAExY/c33d2PlNmEQ/s1600/Grayson%2527s%2B3rd%2Bbirthday_0010.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dNWjQqTBfmU/Tlk80g4Q6VI/AAAAAAAAExY/c33d2PlNmEQ/s320/Grayson%2527s%2B3rd%2Bbirthday_0010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645610480762415442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then jetted off to Chuck E. Cheese to celebrate with games, pizza, and delicious cake that my dad made. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O4CdGO6wIzM/Tlk8z9Jj02I/AAAAAAAAExI/zTfMi1QkMOQ/s1600/IMAG0174.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-O4CdGO6wIzM/Tlk8z9Jj02I/AAAAAAAAExI/zTfMi1QkMOQ/s320/IMAG0174.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645610471171281762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WYKFRZz_NoU/Tlk8zeSh2GI/AAAAAAAAExA/tdfZJNohf6I/s1600/IMAG0173.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 191px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WYKFRZz_NoU/Tlk8zeSh2GI/AAAAAAAAExA/tdfZJNohf6I/s320/IMAG0173.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645610462887401570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We were joined by Grandma, Aunti Kalena and her friend Sterling, and Nana and Papa.  Grayson even got to open a few more presents at Chuck E. Cheese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ee4DOlqdQv0/Tlk6lZ6oRQI/AAAAAAAAEw4/eZf7lKS1Dwo/s1600/Grayson%2527s%2B3rd%2Bbirthday_0015.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Ee4DOlqdQv0/Tlk6lZ6oRQI/AAAAAAAAEw4/eZf7lKS1Dwo/s320/Grayson%2527s%2B3rd%2Bbirthday_0015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645608022171993346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ED1GGKzCbqM/Tlk6k96dYvI/AAAAAAAAEww/8Opl3H2-cIs/s1600/Grayson%2527s%2B3rd%2Bbirthday_0020.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ED1GGKzCbqM/Tlk6k96dYvI/AAAAAAAAEww/8Opl3H2-cIs/s320/Grayson%2527s%2B3rd%2Bbirthday_0020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645608014655087346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had fun playing games and riding rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UKLUetpSJh0/Tlk6kvppEZI/AAAAAAAAEwo/l-th_Cf7w6g/s1600/Grayson%2527s%2B3rd%2Bbirthday_0023.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UKLUetpSJh0/Tlk6kvppEZI/AAAAAAAAEwo/l-th_Cf7w6g/s320/Grayson%2527s%2B3rd%2Bbirthday_0023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645608010826453394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rhys even got in on a little bit of the action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wag7Etj12zs/Tlk6kHCZTnI/AAAAAAAAEwg/cHgycDxRjmE/s1600/Grayson%2527s%2B3rd%2Bbirthday_0024.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Wag7Etj12zs/Tlk6kHCZTnI/AAAAAAAAEwg/cHgycDxRjmE/s320/Grayson%2527s%2B3rd%2Bbirthday_0024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645607999924424306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;And wouldn't you know it, on Grayson's birthday, while we were celebrating at Chuck E. Cheese, we got a phone call telling us that Aunti Lauren had her baby.  Grayson got a cousin for his birthday!  His name is Tristan and he's an adorable little version of his Grandpa Dave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Aurajp8uIYs/Tlk80PeKNbI/AAAAAAAAExQ/7z4mRiCpvlQ/s1600/IMAG0176.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Aurajp8uIYs/Tlk80PeKNbI/AAAAAAAAExQ/7z4mRiCpvlQ/s320/IMAG0176.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645610476089521586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ended out the day with hot dogs and ice cream sundaes at our house.  I think Grayson had a terrific birthday, and we are excited to have a 3 year old again!  Happy birthday, Grayson!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-502320631733094571?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/502320631733094571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=502320631733094571&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/502320631733094571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/502320631733094571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2011/08/graysons-3rd-birthday.html' title='Grayson&apos;s 3rd Birthday'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-32RilUytSms/Tlk9ntdcyHI/AAAAAAAAExo/N22iE9xSmQs/s72-c/IMAG0172.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-6125521751772628572</id><published>2011-08-27T12:46:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T14:25:39.992-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Summer That Flew By</title><content type='html'>It is no secret that I've not been great at blogging this summer.  Ok, I've been horrible.  Non-existent.  Well, here's my catch-up.  It's all pictures, no words except these.  You get to interpret what's happening on your own.  Some are just family pictures around the house, fun outings, vacations, visits with an aunt and uncle who live much too far away.  Some "firsts" were captured, and many, many trips to the beach.  Enjoy our summer that flew by in pictures:&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S8CPD-f1cG8/Tlk0V4vMkTI/AAAAAAAAEwU/GWasLA2flKQ/s1600/rhys%2Bronald_0025.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S8CPD-f1cG8/Tlk0V4vMkTI/AAAAAAAAEwU/GWasLA2flKQ/s320/rhys%2Bronald_0025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645601158497866034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rvVoHqZF0jk/Tlk0VdSGhFI/AAAAAAAAEwM/NUAh8_4mNdM/s1600/rhys%2Band%2BGrandma%2BD_0003.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rvVoHqZF0jk/Tlk0VdSGhFI/AAAAAAAAEwM/NUAh8_4mNdM/s320/rhys%2Band%2BGrandma%2BD_0003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645601151128077394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WD3thp6jDoE/Tlk0UwbZUxI/AAAAAAAAEwE/hLqWAsVWE2Y/s1600/rhys%2Bronald_0007.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WD3thp6jDoE/Tlk0UwbZUxI/AAAAAAAAEwE/hLqWAsVWE2Y/s320/rhys%2Bronald_0007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645601139087463186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tyW0vO2h6tM/TlkyOh2PsrI/AAAAAAAAEv8/yQh-VosaoQA/s1600/Memorial%2BDay%2BCamping_0005.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tyW0vO2h6tM/TlkyOh2PsrI/AAAAAAAAEv8/yQh-VosaoQA/s320/Memorial%2BDay%2BCamping_0005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645598833071076018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-90myECDEq5s/TlkyOOcRaJI/AAAAAAAAEv0/lKwmOF5EDhI/s1600/Memorial%2BDay%2BCamping_0012.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-90myECDEq5s/TlkyOOcRaJI/AAAAAAAAEv0/lKwmOF5EDhI/s320/Memorial%2BDay%2BCamping_0012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645598827861862546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J1yF0YhUkRI/TlkyNixV7dI/AAAAAAAAEvs/XXH_tmpZsi0/s1600/Memorial%2BDay%2BCamping_0026.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J1yF0YhUkRI/TlkyNixV7dI/AAAAAAAAEvs/XXH_tmpZsi0/s320/Memorial%2BDay%2BCamping_0026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645598816139079122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6FdCEb_su1k/TlkyNLfnG3I/AAAAAAAAEvk/B8usVVDhxOM/s1600/Memorial%2BDay%2BCamping_0029.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6FdCEb_su1k/TlkyNLfnG3I/AAAAAAAAEvk/B8usVVDhxOM/s320/Memorial%2BDay%2BCamping_0029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645598809890691954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uVQAvbGi0UI/TlkyMiCzGII/AAAAAAAAEvc/hIb9xeSqWcs/s1600/DSC07838.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uVQAvbGi0UI/TlkyMiCzGII/AAAAAAAAEvc/hIb9xeSqWcs/s320/DSC07838.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645598798763989122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v5UBDIiOfZg/TlkvyGxg2ZI/AAAAAAAAEvU/zGASsuEtmH0/s1600/DSC07667.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v5UBDIiOfZg/TlkvyGxg2ZI/AAAAAAAAEvU/zGASsuEtmH0/s320/DSC07667.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645596145743878546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rZKhKcflARQ/TlkvxkMB4gI/AAAAAAAAEvM/Q86McsCFIgk/s1600/DSC07713.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rZKhKcflARQ/TlkvxkMB4gI/AAAAAAAAEvM/Q86McsCFIgk/s320/DSC07713.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645596136459854338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-v4-PBM5lesQ/Tlkvw5Rm5QI/AAAAAAAAEvE/R1DNKgUXgWk/s1600/Grayson_0002.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mBDCrm7xrSg/TlksZN2T78I/AAAAAAAAEu0/4T6WUIQ4IJ8/s320/DSC07740.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645592419611439042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KzbKMey9asY/TlksYtdQmKI/AAAAAAAAEus/ub2o1jdbWto/s1600/DSC07751.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KzbKMey9asY/TlksYtdQmKI/AAAAAAAAEus/ub2o1jdbWto/s320/DSC07751.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645592410916427938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j_OLfEi45B8/TlksYKNUUXI/AAAAAAAAEuk/v52HfD4phs8/s1600/DSC07752-1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQuZ0gmg5ew/TlkOf5nFg-I/AAAAAAAAEs0/skRs7qruJBM/s320/Rhys%2BRonald_0004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645559549089121250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I'd warn you, that while I'm sitting in my cool exersaucer today, a totally new experience for me, that my mommy is downloading pictures in an effort to &lt;i style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;blog&lt;/i&gt; today.  I know!  Look at the expression on my face, I was equally as surprised.  I just wanted to warn all you friends in the computer that she was thinking about posting some stuff so that you won't be as startled as I was.  - Rhys&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-3805070941248428171?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/3805070941248428171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=3805070941248428171&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/3805070941248428171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/3805070941248428171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2011/08/new-post.html' title='New Post'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zQuZ0gmg5ew/TlkOf5nFg-I/AAAAAAAAEs0/skRs7qruJBM/s72-c/Rhys%2BRonald_0004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-3683452183070930419</id><published>2011-06-30T23:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T00:01:27.905-04:00</updated><title type='text'>June Post</title><content type='html'>I know it's wrong, but I wanted to sneak in a quick post so that I didn't go without a single post all of June. I'd like to say that I'll get around to posting some new photos of Rhys and the rest of the family soon, but let's be honest: I'm not so good at blogging right now... My apologies.  For now, I'll leave you with this super cute cell phone photo of Rhys, his first time at the park!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-69Rax7yOWnE/Tg1GTQBX3hI/AAAAAAAAEss/OtPVHQAzxaw/s1600/downsized_0604011243.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-69Rax7yOWnE/Tg1GTQBX3hI/AAAAAAAAEss/OtPVHQAzxaw/s320/downsized_0604011243.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624228806187802130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&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/27741553953802200-3683452183070930419?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/3683452183070930419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=3683452183070930419&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/3683452183070930419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/3683452183070930419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2011/06/june-post.html' title='June Post'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-69Rax7yOWnE/Tg1GTQBX3hI/AAAAAAAAEss/OtPVHQAzxaw/s72-c/downsized_0604011243.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-3953404143082433693</id><published>2011-05-17T23:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T23:48:35.301-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhys Ronald</title><content type='html'>Yes, we are about a week late.  However, we are pleased to announce the birth of our third son, Rhys Ronald.  He was named after his Grandpa, who went to be with Jesus in 2009.  He was born May 10, 2011 at 4:48pm.  Rhys was 7 pounds, 15 ounces, and 20 inches long.  He is by far the smallest baby we've had!  His brothers are in love with him, as are we.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1S_-o_lWF9k/TdM74FRbfPI/AAAAAAAAEsY/osUjJFh43ME/s1600/rhys%2Bronald_0025.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1S_-o_lWF9k/TdM74FRbfPI/AAAAAAAAEsY/osUjJFh43ME/s320/rhys%2Bronald_0025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607891795680394482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Rhys is adjusting well to life at home.  He really is a great baby.  He rarely fusses or cries unless he's hungry.  As you can see from this photo, he looks nearly exactly like his brothers.  I find it amazing that all three of my sons newborn photos look so similar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y6MX4-neR-s/TdM73vKij_I/AAAAAAAAEsQ/PThzalpQ9uw/s1600/rhys%2Bronald_0091.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y6MX4-neR-s/TdM73vKij_I/AAAAAAAAEsQ/PThzalpQ9uw/s320/rhys%2Bronald_0091.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607891789745917938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jayce&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Grayson&lt;/span&gt; are constantly asking to hold Rhys.  They often fight over whose "turn" it is or how much time the other boy has left to hold him.  They are very curious about everything concerning their new brother, from diaper changes to feeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zp5kkF29LBg/TdM73MDQFgI/AAAAAAAAEsI/RheBOVx2lt8/s1600/rhys%2B004-1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Zp5kkF29LBg/TdM73MDQFgI/AAAAAAAAEsI/RheBOVx2lt8/s320/rhys%2B004-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607891780320105986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course, the big boys are always ready to entertain when Rhys is awake.  They were very excited to see this "chair" that Rhys gets to use.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Grayson&lt;/span&gt; is constantly trying to take Rhys his baby toys, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jayce&lt;/span&gt; is always hugging and kissing on him, or just trying to be close by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMSBMfvhx4U/TdNAR2KrM5I/AAAAAAAAEsg/FrUebCDuVUA/s1600/rhys%2B009.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZMSBMfvhx4U/TdNAR2KrM5I/AAAAAAAAEsg/FrUebCDuVUA/s320/rhys%2B009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607896636348642194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course, we are in love with our newest addition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-3953404143082433693?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/3953404143082433693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=3953404143082433693&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/3953404143082433693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/3953404143082433693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2011/05/rhys-ronald.html' title='Rhys Ronald'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1S_-o_lWF9k/TdM74FRbfPI/AAAAAAAAEsY/osUjJFh43ME/s72-c/rhys%2Bronald_0025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-5131297880194016084</id><published>2011-05-09T07:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T08:27:11.104-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed by the Butterflies</title><content type='html'>The other day, Jeremy and I took the kids to the Gardens to check out the butterflies and get some sunshine on our faces.   He actually managed to get a semi-decent photo of nearly 39 week pregnant me, so I thought I'd finally share one.  Please be sure to notice the cute boys, not the huge lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tq_QWfrjcPA/Tcfb_ApRIgI/AAAAAAAAErw/mM767vn3_Tk/s1600/Gardens_0030.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tq_QWfrjcPA/Tcfb_ApRIgI/AAAAAAAAErw/mM767vn3_Tk/s320/Gardens_0030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604690136837202434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The butterflies really liked being around us while we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d6-PFabaFq0/TcfZ_P4sxGI/AAAAAAAAEro/3u_L4tNF0rM/s1600/Gardens_0001.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-d6-PFabaFq0/TcfZ_P4sxGI/AAAAAAAAEro/3u_L4tNF0rM/s320/Gardens_0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604687941905204322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One even landed on my belly for about 15 seconds!  I desperately tried to get some pictures.  They turned out blurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1dgcim9UYeA/TcfZ-ckvudI/AAAAAAAAErg/YcUYjM4A-eE/s1600/Gardens_0002.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1dgcim9UYeA/TcfZ-ckvudI/AAAAAAAAErg/YcUYjM4A-eE/s320/Gardens_0002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604687928131303890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's this one as he flew away.  By my estimate, "Tokyo" has now been blessed by the butterflies.  He's due to come anytime now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3tA0TzRWdzQ/TcfZ9_FvdsI/AAAAAAAAErY/QGLueWl9Z78/s1600/Gardens_0005.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3tA0TzRWdzQ/TcfZ9_FvdsI/AAAAAAAAErY/QGLueWl9Z78/s320/Gardens_0005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604687920216635074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This butterfly flirted with landing on me, but he chose this lady's bright blue shirt instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OBwL5oV9UCI/TcfYOpyrqbI/AAAAAAAAErQ/TVcwAbIzw7I/s1600/Gardens_0022.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OBwL5oV9UCI/TcfYOpyrqbI/AAAAAAAAErQ/TVcwAbIzw7I/s320/Gardens_0022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604686007534070194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took tons of pictures of the butterflies and flowers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QvyQS4uYIk8/TcfcASexc5I/AAAAAAAAEsA/x4Er2WDEIxA/s1600/2011_04_29.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QvyQS4uYIk8/TcfcASexc5I/AAAAAAAAEsA/x4Er2WDEIxA/s320/2011_04_29.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604690158804890514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then we got outside.  The boys were kind enough to pose for a few cute pictures of them together!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gr8-rVKgkx4/TcfYOMUNZfI/AAAAAAAAErI/Cxn8WjUUuGs/s1600/Gardens_0035.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Gr8-rVKgkx4/TcfYOMUNZfI/AAAAAAAAErI/Cxn8WjUUuGs/s320/Gardens_0035.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604685999621629426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And, of course, we played!  Lots of playing.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--b0i9DDzuQU/Tcfb_94dZ2I/AAAAAAAAEr4/vuqljkjPaws/s1600/2011_04_291.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--b0i9DDzuQU/Tcfb_94dZ2I/AAAAAAAAEr4/vuqljkjPaws/s320/2011_04_291.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604690153275484002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aren't these going to be the most handsome two big brothers in the world soon!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JDhMNhnpE68/TcfYNp55FCI/AAAAAAAAErA/A7f5EPCgOhc/s1600/Gardens_0038.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JDhMNhnpE68/TcfYNp55FCI/AAAAAAAAErA/A7f5EPCgOhc/s320/Gardens_0038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604685990384440354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yeah, I thought so too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-5131297880194016084?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/5131297880194016084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=5131297880194016084&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/5131297880194016084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/5131297880194016084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2011/05/blessed-by-butterflies.html' title='Blessed by the Butterflies'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Tq_QWfrjcPA/Tcfb_ApRIgI/AAAAAAAAErw/mM767vn3_Tk/s72-c/Gardens_0030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-8631531845291532703</id><published>2011-05-03T16:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T17:07:24.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Pictures</title><content type='html'>Yes, belated, I know.  But I'm finally getting around to posting some pictures we took of our family on Easter Sunday.  Fair warning, they aren't terrific.  The sun was bright (even though it didn't seem like it at the time), the kids weren't fantastic participants, and Jeremy was super tired after working the night before and coming to church with us.  But, they are family pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G3LmsOzpFDM/TcBsiSoGxkI/AAAAAAAAEq4/6LCYkFbE_zQ/s1600/Easter_0013-1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G3LmsOzpFDM/TcBsiSoGxkI/AAAAAAAAEq4/6LCYkFbE_zQ/s320/Easter_0013-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602597272820303426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lARCILOch2Y/TcBsiI6mA-I/AAAAAAAAEqw/6tgV5HHpIdo/s1600/Easter_0017-1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lARCILOch2Y/TcBsiI6mA-I/AAAAAAAAEqw/6tgV5HHpIdo/s320/Easter_0017-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602597270213493730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Proof that my kids &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PX6glT5iDtk/TcBshkdmmyI/AAAAAAAAEqo/MHOkdMTpHR4/s1600/2011_04_24.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PX6glT5iDtk/TcBshkdmmyI/AAAAAAAAEqo/MHOkdMTpHR4/s320/2011_04_24.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602597260428221218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some cute shots of just the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KImQAApowrI/TcBq3Exm3KI/AAAAAAAAEqg/dyb_6-demgI/s1600/Easter_0019-1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KImQAApowrI/TcBq3Exm3KI/AAAAAAAAEqg/dyb_6-demgI/s320/Easter_0019-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602595430856055970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NFizBe9mAdQ/TcBq2rXqXZI/AAAAAAAAEqY/l4l73vE6KBw/s1600/Easter_0021-1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NFizBe9mAdQ/TcBq2rXqXZI/AAAAAAAAEqY/l4l73vE6KBw/s320/Easter_0021-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602595424036347282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-enBI-IX8DtQ/TcBq2d-q5xI/AAAAAAAAEqQ/i87N3eQKktQ/s1600/Easter_0022-1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-enBI-IX8DtQ/TcBq2d-q5xI/AAAAAAAAEqQ/i87N3eQKktQ/s320/Easter_0022-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602595420441863954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QqhulUvlEFc/TcBq1wGre4I/AAAAAAAAEqI/W0fC7iu4YLY/s1600/Easter_0023-1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QqhulUvlEFc/TcBq1wGre4I/AAAAAAAAEqI/W0fC7iu4YLY/s320/Easter_0023-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602595408127425410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hS64fIYF3xo/TcBpNIWAimI/AAAAAAAAEqA/CFom4Vf-scE/s1600/Easter_0031-1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hS64fIYF3xo/TcBpNIWAimI/AAAAAAAAEqA/CFom4Vf-scE/s320/Easter_0031-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602593610747906658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zb2mwZ57SFU/TcBpM0FAD1I/AAAAAAAAEp4/SG-mdmCFwKg/s1600/Easter_0032-1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zb2mwZ57SFU/TcBpM0FAD1I/AAAAAAAAEp4/SG-mdmCFwKg/s320/Easter_0032-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602593605307862866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-om0MxIIH2Qs/TcBpMuNg0lI/AAAAAAAAEpw/pXL2Xn101zE/s1600/Easter_0033-1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-om0MxIIH2Qs/TcBpMuNg0lI/AAAAAAAAEpw/pXL2Xn101zE/s320/Easter_0033-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602593603732951634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0fwRwGaQcEQ/TcBnm748xDI/AAAAAAAAEpo/T9-gCzXW0X0/s1600/Easter_0039-1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0fwRwGaQcEQ/TcBnm748xDI/AAAAAAAAEpo/T9-gCzXW0X0/s320/Easter_0039-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602591855058142258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got the boys to smile and pay attention by asking them to repeat silly phrases and making silly faces.  Grayson, as always, had a couple of pictures taken with him repeating funny words.  Oh well.  Makes the memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OTcFvDhhHqs/TcBnmo6l0KI/AAAAAAAAEpg/HsNt-CnrPAA/s1600/Easter_0045-1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OTcFvDhhHqs/TcBnmo6l0KI/AAAAAAAAEpg/HsNt-CnrPAA/s320/Easter_0045-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602591849964753058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TtD9d99dK6o/TcBnmKa26sI/AAAAAAAAEpY/86OZSN4f_JY/s1600/Easter_0048-1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TtD9d99dK6o/TcBnmKa26sI/AAAAAAAAEpY/86OZSN4f_JY/s320/Easter_0048-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602591841778592450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-8631531845291532703?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/8631531845291532703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=8631531845291532703&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/8631531845291532703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/8631531845291532703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2011/05/easter-pictures.html' title='Easter Pictures'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-G3LmsOzpFDM/TcBsiSoGxkI/AAAAAAAAEq4/6LCYkFbE_zQ/s72-c/Easter_0013-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-6762376471804635223</id><published>2011-04-23T09:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T10:07:15.838-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Reminder</title><content type='html'>A friend posted &lt;a href="http://petersonstories.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-great-thou-art.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; on her blog this morning, and I thought it was such a poignant reminder of this weekend: Easter weekend.  While yes, the guitar arrangement is beautiful and I don't think I've heard a much better singer than Carrie Underwood, just listen to the words...  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pLLMzr3PFgk&amp;amp;feature=share"&gt;Click for link to YouTube&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span &gt;How Great Thou Art Hymn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span &gt;Lord my God! When I in awesome wonder&lt;br /&gt;Consider all the works thy hand hath made,&lt;br /&gt;I see the stars, I hear the mighty thunder,&lt;br /&gt;Thy power throughout the universe displayed;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain:&lt;br /&gt;Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to Thee,&lt;br /&gt;How great Thou art, how great Thou art!&lt;br /&gt;Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to Thee,&lt;br /&gt;How great Thou art, how great Thou art!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When through the woods and forest glades I wander&lt;br /&gt;and hear the birds sing sweetly in the trees;&lt;br /&gt;when I look down from lofty mountain grandeur,&lt;br /&gt;and hear the brook, and feel he gentle breeze;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I think that God his son not sparing,&lt;br /&gt;Sent him to die - I scarce can take it in,&lt;br /&gt;That on the cross my burden gladly bearing,&lt;br /&gt;He bled and died to take away my sin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Christ shall come with shout of acclamation&lt;br /&gt;And take me home- what joy shall fill my heart!&lt;br /&gt;Then I shall bow in humble adoration&lt;br /&gt;And there proclaim, my God, how great thou art!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to Thee,&lt;br /&gt;How great Thou art, how great Thou art!&lt;br /&gt;Then sings my soul, my Saviour God, to Thee,&lt;br /&gt;How great Thou art, how great Thou art!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "&gt;I can't help but listen to this song with tears in my eyes.  Thanks, &lt;a href="http://petersonstories.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sara&lt;/a&gt;, so the awesome reminder of what we are truly celebrating Easter morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-6762376471804635223?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/6762376471804635223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=6762376471804635223&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/6762376471804635223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/6762376471804635223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-reminder.html' title='Easter Reminder'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-91715008581467501</id><published>2011-04-21T23:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T23:25:36.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Robinettes</title><content type='html'>Our church campus is currently renting a facility on Sunday mornings, so when we go to church on Wednesday mornings, we end up going to the same church that I volunteer at for MOPS.  Therefore, every other Tuesday morning and every Wednesday morning, I get to hear two little voices scream from the back seat, "There's the big apple!" as we pass by a local apple orchard and shop.  And yes, out front they have a very large apple that the kids were just dying to get out of the car and visit.  We finally stopped (again - they've been there before, trust me) and checked out the orchard the other day.  Of course, I wasn't really planning on stopping, so all I had on me for pictures was my cell phone, so beware, not-so-great pictures ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oVzmkYn0_0s/TbDzr839jCI/AAAAAAAAEpA/UIv_5KbO7Ag/s1600/0420011130.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oVzmkYn0_0s/TbDzr839jCI/AAAAAAAAEpA/UIv_5KbO7Ag/s320/0420011130.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598242273222298658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a6XyhCs-tvQ/TbDzsltl5XI/AAAAAAAAEpQ/SiYQ6I4Eios/s1600/downsized_0420011129.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a6XyhCs-tvQ/TbDzsltl5XI/AAAAAAAAEpQ/SiYQ6I4Eios/s320/downsized_0420011129.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598242284184659314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FuvO8K7pjEs/TbDzsNDBHSI/AAAAAAAAEpI/c3sS452yDoU/s1600/downsized_0420011149.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FuvO8K7pjEs/TbDzsNDBHSI/AAAAAAAAEpI/c3sS452yDoU/s320/downsized_0420011149.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598242277563637026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went inside for a donut and apple cider (only $1 because it's their 100th year!) and had to take a quick potty break and came across this cool old car/truck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J6HLwRhEe9s/TbDzrkF_5rI/AAAAAAAAEo4/LhInMmrKplQ/s1600/0420011148.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-J6HLwRhEe9s/TbDzrkF_5rI/AAAAAAAAEo4/LhInMmrKplQ/s320/0420011148.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598242266570286770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aCiRiGplfgA/TbDzrGMzZGI/AAAAAAAAEow/eFO8Ioj9vb0/s1600/0420011153.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aCiRiGplfgA/TbDzrGMzZGI/AAAAAAAAEow/eFO8Ioj9vb0/s320/0420011153.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598242258545763426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a lot of fun just running around outside for a little while on a not-totally-freezing-or-down-pouring day this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-91715008581467501?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/91715008581467501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=91715008581467501&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/91715008581467501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/91715008581467501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2011/04/robinettes.html' title='Robinettes'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oVzmkYn0_0s/TbDzr839jCI/AAAAAAAAEpA/UIv_5KbO7Ag/s72-c/0420011130.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-3936843655277798894</id><published>2011-04-18T17:56:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T18:04:03.092-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise and Worship - Meyers Style</title><content type='html'>I caught these videos on the way home from church yesterday, while the kids were singing their hearts out to Jesus (along with their VeggieTales Praise and Worship CD).  While I probably won't encourage them to pursue a career as a musical artist, I certainly love hearing them singing to Jesus now - even off key and at the top of their lungs.  Enjoy.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jayce singing "&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsfreak.com/a/amy+grant/thy+word_20007722.html"&gt;Thy Word&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8a6074ddea84dfe7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8a6074ddea84dfe7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331716118%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D21A4CA0B0F7976329E51CB8D8564AE228CBD94DD.2D1BFD574619A18CD4D7FD65C8242C3DB2AA560E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8a6074ddea84dfe7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlMP2R2cI7k2_ADmtSzFmTjMeSxo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8a6074ddea84dfe7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331716118%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D21A4CA0B0F7976329E51CB8D8564AE228CBD94DD.2D1BFD574619A18CD4D7FD65C8242C3DB2AA560E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8a6074ddea84dfe7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlMP2R2cI7k2_ADmtSzFmTjMeSxo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grayson singing, "&lt;a href="http://www.lyricstime.com/matt-redman-better-is-one-day-lyrics.html"&gt;Better is One Day&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-da92b04aecb1aefc" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dda92b04aecb1aefc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331716118%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6EDBFAD55AE109BE442A4E63ED50B94F8B4F4E47.758417BAC43B5AA93418DF1D8384AE4E6F7D1DF5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dda92b04aecb1aefc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dmw1S56vbDNuB-PzwHXXh1WaBy_I&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dda92b04aecb1aefc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331716118%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6EDBFAD55AE109BE442A4E63ED50B94F8B4F4E47.758417BAC43B5AA93418DF1D8384AE4E6F7D1DF5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dda92b04aecb1aefc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dmw1S56vbDNuB-PzwHXXh1WaBy_I&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&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/27741553953802200-3936843655277798894?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/3936843655277798894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=3936843655277798894&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/3936843655277798894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/3936843655277798894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2011/04/praise-and-worship-meyers-style.html' title='Praise and Worship - Meyers Style'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-6359667590665294220</id><published>2011-04-14T16:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T16:53:49.487-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Sample</title><content type='html'>I don't have the time to sit down and publish a whole blog about all the stuff we've been doing around here, bunk beds included, so I thought I'd just show you a couple of pictures...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys really like helping to pull the painters tape off the stairs when I was done painting them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eoIeJkV5Wr4/TadZMSyRwUI/AAAAAAAAEog/sHexRhIxf_8/s1600/Home%2BImprovements_0077.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eoIeJkV5Wr4/TadZMSyRwUI/AAAAAAAAEog/sHexRhIxf_8/s320/Home%2BImprovements_0077.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595539129767149890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeremy and the boys with the finished bunk beds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXImVvcaN0E/TadZMLwbS4I/AAAAAAAAEoY/u6pF_2WS6DM/s1600/Home%2BImprovements_0071.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AXImVvcaN0E/TadZMLwbS4I/AAAAAAAAEoY/u6pF_2WS6DM/s320/Home%2BImprovements_0071.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595539127880338306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have the kitchen walls finished with painting.  Please ignore the soon-to-be-replaced ugly flooring and the leftover tape.  I &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; having a pop of color in my domain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S86zb-qfhS0/TadeaY1WPeI/AAAAAAAAEoo/4PfF0TtutDw/s1600/Home%2BImprovements_0083-1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S86zb-qfhS0/TadeaY1WPeI/AAAAAAAAEoo/4PfF0TtutDw/s320/Home%2BImprovements_0083-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595544869466947042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We pulled down the baby border we had put up when this room was a "baby" room, and touched up the paint and then we put sports themed stickers all over their walls.  The boys &lt;i&gt;loved&lt;/i&gt; helping with that part!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-16woqO5pe2c/TadZL09lvMI/AAAAAAAAEoQ/O0uncep6Row/s1600/Home%2BImprovements_0086.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-16woqO5pe2c/TadZL09lvMI/AAAAAAAAEoQ/O0uncep6Row/s320/Home%2BImprovements_0086.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595539121761533122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There will certainly be &lt;i&gt;more&lt;/i&gt; to come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-6359667590665294220?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/6359667590665294220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=6359667590665294220&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/6359667590665294220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/6359667590665294220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2011/04/just-sample.html' title='Just a Sample'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eoIeJkV5Wr4/TadZMSyRwUI/AAAAAAAAEog/sHexRhIxf_8/s72-c/Home%2BImprovements_0077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-1335508263844045465</id><published>2011-04-02T14:59:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T15:18:03.932-04:00</updated><title type='text'>{Our} April Resolution</title><content type='html'>I have to admit, I did not do as well as I would have liked for my March resolution.  I only got 3 of the books I listed read, although I did read a "fun" book and I started and got about halfway through Rob Bell's new book, &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Love-Wins-About-Heaven-Person/dp/006204964X"&gt;Love Wins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.  My library hold was honored much sooner than I anticipated.  Don't ask me what I think of it yet.  I really don't know.  I've been doing a pretty good job keeping up with the housework schedule I gave myself in February, although a big part of that is nesting, I'm thinking.  Also, I'm about 3 or 4 days behind on my bible reading, but I'm keeping up with that too.  Now, on to this month!&lt;div&gt;Last week, we purchased wood, paint, and other needed tools to make the bunk beds!  So, while Jeremy was away yesterday working hard on those, I had one of those overwhelming desires to paint the kitchen.  We've lived here for nearly 8 years and the kitchen is the only room in the house that we have done &lt;i&gt;nothing&lt;/i&gt; with, under the pretense that we are just around the corner from being able to gut it and recreate it exactly how we'd like to.  I've come to the conclusion that our complete remodel is never going to happen, and that I need to make the best of what I have.  Which meant that I painted, on a whim, while Jeremy was out of the house for the day.  Thankfully, he took it well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He even took my idea for a birthday present for me (yes, I'm going to be &lt;i style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;30!&lt;/i&gt; on Tuesday - yikes!) of tying up all of the "loose end" projects around the house.  We'll see how he feels after the bunk beds are finished.  But because of this, my (our) April resolution is going to be to get this house truly ready for a new baby.  The hole in the kitchen wall from hooking up new electric?  Patched.  The wallpaper we started peeling in the stairwell nearly 7 years ago?  Completely torn down and painted.  Finish painting the hallway, touch up paint in the boys room, clean out the linen closet (seriously, how did that get so much junk in it?), clean out the basement, paint the kitchen cabinets, clean off the back porch, start putting stuff aside for the major garage sale we'll be having this summer.  All that good stuff.  And of course, &lt;i style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;bunk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;beds&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/i&gt;  I think we are going to have a busy month.  And that Jeremy will never again ask me what I want for my birthday when I'm pregnant.  This whole nesting thing is the pits for him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, a funny story.  Yesterday, as I was getting everything out to paint the kitchen, someone knocked at the front door.  I &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; that our storm door locks and has a screen I can easily slide open for occasions when someone I don't know is knocking at the door, just like yesterday.  I said hello, and he said (this is a direct quote), "Hi, is &lt;i style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;your mom or dad&lt;/i&gt; home?"  I kid you not.  I will be 30 in just a few days, and he's asking to speak to my parents.  I informed him that I was indeed the homeowner.  I suppose that ought to make me feel better about getting older!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-1335508263844045465?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/1335508263844045465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=1335508263844045465&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/1335508263844045465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/1335508263844045465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2011/04/our-april-resolution.html' title='{Our} April Resolution'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-1752929478120324199</id><published>2011-03-27T21:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T21:35:40.680-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy Genius.</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I get it.  Everyone thinks their own kid is fabulous.  Of course, I'm of that same persuasion.  However, I really do think I've got a smart one on my hands here.  Tonight's evidence?  A drawing of Lightning McQueen, complete with the word, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rusteez&lt;/span&gt;" written across Lightning.  He completely sounded out the word on his own.  He decided it should be spelled "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Rusteez&lt;/span&gt;" because I recently told him that "tree" was spelled with 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;e's&lt;/span&gt; because of the "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;eee&lt;/span&gt;" sound in it.  Apparently it sank in.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ky_GwEQME9I/TY_iOHSlwBI/AAAAAAAAEoI/8omASI2I-oo/s1600/Drawing_0010.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ky_GwEQME9I/TY_iOHSlwBI/AAAAAAAAEoI/8omASI2I-oo/s320/Drawing_0010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588934394693140498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Both of the boys were really excited to use some "Lightning and Mater" pens that Jeremy had gotten for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xfll6pCOZVs/TY_iNxfG-UI/AAAAAAAAEoA/VnLkdAn2pdY/s1600/Drawing_0007.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Xfll6pCOZVs/TY_iNxfG-UI/AAAAAAAAEoA/VnLkdAn2pdY/s320/Drawing_0007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588934388840069442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We've worked really hard with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jayce&lt;/span&gt; on how to hold a pen/pencil correctly.  It certainly hasn't been easy, especially because he's a lefty.  &lt;i&gt;I&lt;/i&gt; can't even hold a pen correctly with my left hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qm4s2txedGc/TY_f9oQqXuI/AAAAAAAAEn4/oL7fTsHiFPc/s1600/Drawing_0003.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Qm4s2txedGc/TY_f9oQqXuI/AAAAAAAAEn4/oL7fTsHiFPc/s320/Drawing_0003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588931912462393058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He just kept working on his drawings, not even caring that I was snapping picture after picture of him working so diligently. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FRxv1TFM63E/TY_f9SVjlKI/AAAAAAAAEnw/NpwdLPH2Cgc/s1600/Drawing_0005.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FRxv1TFM63E/TY_f9SVjlKI/AAAAAAAAEnw/NpwdLPH2Cgc/s320/Drawing_0005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588931906577339554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just in case your eye can't catch the wording on his drawing (mine wouldn't be able to either if I hadn't seen him write it out), I highlighted the letters in red on this picture. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fQdSXkOSSkw/TY_f9EwN-KI/AAAAAAAAEno/0Y5_k0f2uHg/s1600/Drawing_0010%2B2-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fQdSXkOSSkw/TY_f9EwN-KI/AAAAAAAAEno/0Y5_k0f2uHg/s320/Drawing_0010%2B2-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588931902931073186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love my little boy genius.  I can't wait to see what he's going to be able to do next year while actually in school!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-1752929478120324199?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/1752929478120324199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=1752929478120324199&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/1752929478120324199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/1752929478120324199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2011/03/boy-genius.html' title='Boy Genius.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ky_GwEQME9I/TY_iOHSlwBI/AAAAAAAAEoI/8omASI2I-oo/s72-c/Drawing_0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-9168745781383721439</id><published>2011-03-23T10:30:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T12:11:04.022-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Fever</title><content type='html'>In light of the fact that this:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FPtmiPKu8TI/TYoVolGlZ1I/AAAAAAAAEng/ppwhZlwstc8/s1600/Ice_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FPtmiPKu8TI/TYoVolGlZ1I/AAAAAAAAEng/ppwhZlwstc8/s320/Ice_0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587302074605201234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;is what we woke up to this morning, I'm choosing to see the beauty of the ice on our surrounding trees and bushes (and roads and cars - since I'm inside today) and I'm thinking back to just a few days ago, when we spent two full days out of the house, outdoors in the sunshine and pleasant spring weather....&lt;div&gt;We made trips to the Gardens and our local zoo on our two beautiful days of sunshine.  Unfortunately, I neglected to bring the camera to the Gardens, so today, zoo pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3BsX3_uhKh0/TYoUdsDmb-I/AAAAAAAAEnY/3TNmpKZPyvk/s1600/Spring%2BZoo_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3BsX3_uhKh0/TYoUdsDmb-I/AAAAAAAAEnY/3TNmpKZPyvk/s320/Spring%2BZoo_0002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587300787981545442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course, I took some pictures of the animals.  The otter was out and playful, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jayce&lt;/span&gt; really thought the iguana was cool, the penguins are always a favorite of mine, and this poor horned owl was being fed a tootsie roll pop by a group of teenagers.  Thankfully, he survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2WWmq4Quz8c/TYoS9hutyfI/AAAAAAAAEmw/Ax35N89mnI0/s1600/2011_03_181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2WWmq4Quz8c/TYoS9hutyfI/AAAAAAAAEmw/Ax35N89mnI0/s320/2011_03_181.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587299135942150642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More importantly, here's pictures of the kids.  I told &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Grayson&lt;/span&gt; to act like a fish.  Here's what I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ire3kyVoXks/TYoUc5lJp2I/AAAAAAAAEnQ/9ca7VcE5MXo/s1600/Spring%2BZoo_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ire3kyVoXks/TYoUc5lJp2I/AAAAAAAAEnQ/9ca7VcE5MXo/s320/Spring%2BZoo_0014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587300774432057186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jayce&lt;/span&gt; posed with the bull frog.  This one is especially for my mom, who &lt;i&gt;loves&lt;/i&gt; frogs!  (This is completely sarcastic, she hates them.  Something about a bad experience...  we'll leave it at that.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FZtKBKGliI8/TYoUcYD5pxI/AAAAAAAAEnI/t_fJa7A9tgw/s1600/Spring%2BZoo_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FZtKBKGliI8/TYoUcYD5pxI/AAAAAAAAEnI/t_fJa7A9tgw/s320/Spring%2BZoo_0015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587300765434226450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Jeremy trying to point out the snow leopard to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jayce&lt;/span&gt;.  He was actually active and "talking" while we were there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2Guu9oFcPeU/TYoS-tTTOxI/AAAAAAAAEnA/_XDjsDrkISo/s1600/Spring%2BZoo_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2Guu9oFcPeU/TYoS-tTTOxI/AAAAAAAAEnA/_XDjsDrkISo/s320/Spring%2BZoo_0018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587299156228258578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeremy showed off his jumping skills, so the kids wanted to see how high they could "jump" with a little help from Daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ngqtIrWMXdg/TYoS99-zGFI/AAAAAAAAEm4/x-sBf0eKfUU/s1600/2011_03_18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ngqtIrWMXdg/TYoS99-zGFI/AAAAAAAAEm4/x-sBf0eKfUU/s320/2011_03_18.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587299143525800018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Grayson&lt;/span&gt; with the pelicans.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CKDth38WTeI/TYoRDcu31nI/AAAAAAAAEmo/eAU95xG07Mo/s1600/Spring%2BZoo_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CKDth38WTeI/TYoRDcu31nI/AAAAAAAAEmo/eAU95xG07Mo/s320/Spring%2BZoo_0022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587297038656591474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Looking for lions.  They were a little harder to see this time.  I suppose those African animals don't really appreciate high 40's and low 50's with sunshine as much as this native Michigander.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p3rdbWaCf0Q/TYoRDNClKoI/AAAAAAAAEmg/xU4yIAD3G1c/s1600/Spring%2BZoo_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p3rdbWaCf0Q/TYoRDNClKoI/AAAAAAAAEmg/xU4yIAD3G1c/s320/Spring%2BZoo_0023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587297034444286594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys posing with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Komodo&lt;/span&gt; Dragon.  We actually got to see him up and walking around.  I think that was the first time in several years of visiting our zoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sF9skaxOr4o/TYoOW26ETeI/AAAAAAAAEmY/34VBHfBJvhM/s1600/Spring%2BZoo_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sF9skaxOr4o/TYoOW26ETeI/AAAAAAAAEmY/34VBHfBJvhM/s320/Spring%2BZoo_0031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587294073565498850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Posing with the penguin statue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uQEP15oopd0/TYoOWSeaFJI/AAAAAAAAEmQ/JcIzTDfZi3I/s1600/Spring%2BZoo_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uQEP15oopd0/TYoOWSeaFJI/AAAAAAAAEmQ/JcIzTDfZi3I/s320/Spring%2BZoo_0033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587294063785809042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Of course, we played on the train.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-st618uF7jOk/TYoKN-XQ8RI/AAAAAAAAEmA/Odn6OOINZMg/s1600/Spring%2BZoo_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-st618uF7jOk/TYoKN-XQ8RI/AAAAAAAAEmA/Odn6OOINZMg/s320/Spring%2BZoo_0041.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587289522901676306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Grayson&lt;/span&gt; tried to give me a heart attack by climbing over some stuff in a very dangerous way.  That poor kid has more bumps and bruises on his head, I just didn't want him to fall again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_T5OQ_NStFc/TYoKNev9xeI/AAAAAAAAEl4/ZqPTbJBQUkw/s1600/Spring%2BZoo_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_T5OQ_NStFc/TYoKNev9xeI/AAAAAAAAEl4/ZqPTbJBQUkw/s320/Spring%2BZoo_0040.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587289514415343074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sitting at the table in the "dining car".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WdTDxUFqNAs/TYoKM_nZKDI/AAAAAAAAElw/kCvQE8xLCHI/s1600/Spring%2BZoo_0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WdTDxUFqNAs/TYoKM_nZKDI/AAAAAAAAElw/kCvQE8xLCHI/s320/Spring%2BZoo_0046.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587289506057889842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we asked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Grayson&lt;/span&gt; to sit with me and smile for a picture, he put his arm around him.  So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nes1SsBqRkE/TYoKMQ3aNTI/AAAAAAAAElo/ka3gAdteTJw/s1600/Spring%2BZoo_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nes1SsBqRkE/TYoKMQ3aNTI/AAAAAAAAElo/ka3gAdteTJw/s320/Spring%2BZoo_0047.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587289493508601138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mommy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jayce&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9QniQyouC6w/TYoIDrurldI/AAAAAAAAElg/5oKUcFreMNE/s1600/Spring%2BZoo_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9QniQyouC6w/TYoIDrurldI/AAAAAAAAElg/5oKUcFreMNE/s320/Spring%2BZoo_0048.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587287147077670354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Grayson&lt;/span&gt; doing more acrobatics on the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iKciq6VhOAo/TYoIDTqUhHI/AAAAAAAAElY/k3GwrrIAsAk/s1600/Spring%2BZoo_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iKciq6VhOAo/TYoIDTqUhHI/AAAAAAAAElY/k3GwrrIAsAk/s320/Spring%2BZoo_0051.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587287140616930418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Grayson&lt;/span&gt; got a thrill ride on the way back to the car.  Jeremy let go of the stroller and let him roll down the hill.  He thought it was great fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-21sAe06zVQM/TYoIC7CZP3I/AAAAAAAAElQ/G9v-AefMDig/s1600/Spring%2BZoo_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-21sAe06zVQM/TYoIC7CZP3I/AAAAAAAAElQ/G9v-AefMDig/s320/Spring%2BZoo_0052.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587287134007017330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Jayce&lt;/span&gt; got in on the action too.  I think he just wanted an excuse to shove &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Grayson&lt;/span&gt; down a hill, and he saw how much fun &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Grayson&lt;/span&gt; was having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QjS8J29Wd8A/TYoFqg2vGcI/AAAAAAAAElI/j_9OqVn8aus/s1600/Spring%2BZoo_0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QjS8J29Wd8A/TYoFqg2vGcI/AAAAAAAAElI/j_9OqVn8aus/s320/Spring%2BZoo_0056.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587284515638680002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That led to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Jayce&lt;/span&gt; and Jeremy running along with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Grayson&lt;/span&gt; in the stroller.  I was laughing at the top of the hill, trying to keep up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VQnm8fELM14/TYoFqbtTeLI/AAAAAAAAElA/QqN1-YOmXwY/s1600/Spring%2BZoo_0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VQnm8fELM14/TYoFqbtTeLI/AAAAAAAAElA/QqN1-YOmXwY/s320/Spring%2BZoo_0061.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587284514256943282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Grayson&lt;/span&gt; even got a kick out of falling on his rear while trying to get off the stroller while it was still moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yv605WFKFtw/TYoFp66xIxI/AAAAAAAAEk4/H365IBEnTek/s1600/Spring%2BZoo_0062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Yv605WFKFtw/TYoFp66xIxI/AAAAAAAAEk4/H365IBEnTek/s320/Spring%2BZoo_0062.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587284505455043346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All in all, a beautiful day spent outdoors with the family.  And something to look forward to...  when all this ice melts away.  Happy Spring!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-9168745781383721439?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/9168745781383721439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=9168745781383721439&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/9168745781383721439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/9168745781383721439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring-fever.html' title='Spring Fever'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FPtmiPKu8TI/TYoVolGlZ1I/AAAAAAAAEng/ppwhZlwstc8/s72-c/Ice_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-4430352174380249424</id><published>2011-03-23T09:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T09:55:11.220-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Update.</title><content type='html'>This week, I got a compliment on my recent "change my life" quests.  I guess I'd never really thought about it like I was out to "change my life", but I think that's a little bit true.  Consider it a "mid-life" crisis on the idea that I'll be turning.... (gulp) THIRTY very soon.  I guess there are some areas of my life that I'd like different: my spiritual growth, my house being cleaner/more organized, working on self more than other things.  So, I'm on a mission, in this year of thirty, to change myself into what I'd rather be.  &lt;div&gt;We recently canceled our cable.  We've had it for more than 6 years, and because of the cable, the TV had become a fixture in our household.  The first thing the kids would ask for after getting up (from night time or nap time) was a show or a movie.  HGTV was our go-to Saturday companion.  I wouldn't go to bed until at least midnight because there was always &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt; to watch.  I'd even sleep with the TV on overnight on the nights that Jeremy was working.  The TV was becoming a problem.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When Lent rolled around for this year, my first thought was, "Let's get rid of TV!"  I thought I'd have a hard time convincing my family, but I didn't!  Jeremy was right on board, even suggesting we cancel the cable (why pay for something for 6 weeks that we aren't using)!  He went through and unplugged everything so it couldn't be a temptation, because if I was honest, I'm not sure I could figure out how to plug everything back in!  The kids don't even ask anymore to watch - it's a non issue.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeremy and I have found ourselves "connecting" more - we talk and read and go to bed at a decent time.  I don't find myself planning the kids schedules based on the big black box.  (Yes, I was totally guilty of trying to throw them in bed early because of the TV.)  We get more done around the house.  Today's project is starting on cleaning out the basement.  I don't even think the kids miss it - the first thing they reach for after getting up is toys instead of the remote.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Lenten time has been a good time to reflect on the sacrifice we are making, while thinking forward to the celebration of the sacrifice Jesus made so many years ago.  This past weekend, our youth pastor at church spoke about being "&lt;a href="http://www.adabible.org/weekend_services/audio_archive.php"&gt;Set Apart&lt;/a&gt;".  He spoke on how our relationship with Jesus really calls us to be different than those around us - others should be able to look at us and realize that we are different.  He asked the questions: What have you had to give up that you didn't want to because of Jesus?  What have you had to do that you didn't want to do because of Jesus?  How is your life different than those around you because of Jesus?  Doesn't the Lenten season really make you consider what sacrifices we are making our own lives in relation to the sacrifice God made for us?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-4430352174380249424?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/4430352174380249424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=4430352174380249424&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/4430352174380249424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/4430352174380249424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2011/03/little-update.html' title='A Little Update.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-8597430094345587692</id><published>2011-03-02T19:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T20:56:18.029-05:00</updated><title type='text'>March Resolution</title><content type='html'>I'm deciding to continue on my year of the new Melissa by giving myself a new resolution for the month of March.  It's come to my attention, and not by any other person than myself, that I waste a lot of my day.  There are days in which I am busier than I can imagine and just sitting down to eat is a treat, but most of my days are not like that.  I find myself spending a lot of time sitting in front of the TV, playing video games, surfing the Internet, and generally doing things that are not necessary.  &lt;div&gt;So, this month, I'm resolving to catch up on some reading.  I'm giving myself 5 books (it was originally 4 books that I've started reading, but never finished) to finish reading before the end of the month.  I'm actually planning on keeping a "book journal" that I'm going to take notes in throughout this journey.  I've found myself much better at remembering things when I actually write stuff down.  I'm an avid note taker at church on Sundays because of this.   Here's my list:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Blue Like Jazz&lt;/i&gt; by Donald Miller&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*I've had this book for probably 5 years (a gift from my brother, I believe) and I started reading this book last summer, but I never really got into it.  Therefore, I'm finally going to finish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bittersweet&lt;/i&gt; by Shauna Neiquist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* I went to a book reading by Shauna this fall and really enjoyed it, so I bought the book.  I started reading it that same week, and just never finished.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;For Women Only&lt;/i&gt; by Shaunti Feldhahn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Jeremy and I went to a marriage conference last February, and I picked this up here.  I ready 3/4 of it soon after, and actually picked up several copies to give away for Christmas, but I never actually finished reading it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Have a New Kid by Friday&lt;/i&gt; by Dr. Kevin Leman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* I heard all kinds of good things about this parenting book a couple of years ago, so I bought it and started reading it, got the main idea, and quit reading.  Again, I stopped for no apparent reason - I've even traveled with this book several times, hoping to finish it, but never have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Velvet Elvis&lt;/i&gt; by Rob Bell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;* I was only going to pick out 4 books for March, but I've had this for a while (another Christmas present from my brother?) but never had much of a desire to read it.  However, after all the controversy surrounding his most recent book this week, I figured I'd check it out.  Besides that I'll have a little extra time this month because I'm getting away for a whole weekend without kids!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wish me luck on my newest adventure to becoming a "new Melissa"!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/27741553953802200-8597430094345587692?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/8597430094345587692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=8597430094345587692&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/8597430094345587692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/8597430094345587692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2011/03/march-resolution.html' title='March Resolution'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-6600440892082295053</id><published>2011-02-21T20:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T20:42:21.745-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Buddies</title><content type='html'>Today, I was working at the table, paying bills, Grayson came to me with a Thomas the Train book he wanted me to read.  I told him that I would as soon as I was done with my "work", and the next thing I know, Jayce and he were reading it together on the couch.  I took a break from my bills to catch a few photographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r8_M4wkdhXw/TWMTLXUQN_I/AAAAAAAAEkw/TZDnEBSecYk/s1600/Best%2BFriends_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r8_M4wkdhXw/TWMTLXUQN_I/AAAAAAAAEkw/TZDnEBSecYk/s320/Best%2BFriends_0003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576321849573259250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oNbKqJL6tzQ/TWMTK1PtBKI/AAAAAAAAEkg/hNw1ATqZfwA/s1600/Best%2BFriends_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oNbKqJL6tzQ/TWMTK1PtBKI/AAAAAAAAEkg/hNw1ATqZfwA/s320/Best%2BFriends_0002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576321840427369634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/---VHFyMyg3M/TWMTLIsNomI/AAAAAAAAEko/9NQAaXhOMd4/s1600/Best%2BFriends_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/---VHFyMyg3M/TWMTLIsNomI/AAAAAAAAEko/9NQAaXhOMd4/s320/Best%2BFriends_0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576321845647221346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GBbmuV1TRss/TWMTKuHkw4I/AAAAAAAAEkY/D90SQQqi-yY/s1600/Best%2BFriends_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GBbmuV1TRss/TWMTKuHkw4I/AAAAAAAAEkY/D90SQQqi-yY/s320/Best%2BFriends_0004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576321838514226050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I even took a video of the event.  Jayce "read" each page, word for word.  I think the volume is pretty low, so crank up your speakers before pushing play!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e0c25a8c4904712a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De0c25a8c4904712a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331716118%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5A32F7D3AAB5027967FC10D914919DC081CCAFF6.19269A385A89ACBB3D3615B10BE136CD5671D644%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De0c25a8c4904712a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dbhi8a-SeWlgIg2SwU9tJHXFS4XE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v17.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De0c25a8c4904712a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331716118%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5A32F7D3AAB5027967FC10D914919DC081CCAFF6.19269A385A89ACBB3D3615B10BE136CD5671D644%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De0c25a8c4904712a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dbhi8a-SeWlgIg2SwU9tJHXFS4XE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love that they truly are best friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-6600440892082295053?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/6600440892082295053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=6600440892082295053&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/6600440892082295053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/6600440892082295053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2011/02/best-buddies.html' title='Best Buddies'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r8_M4wkdhXw/TWMTLXUQN_I/AAAAAAAAEkw/TZDnEBSecYk/s72-c/Best%2BFriends_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-8761589976262175439</id><published>2011-02-17T23:15:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-17T23:49:46.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A "Spring" Gardens Run</title><content type='html'>Or a practice run.  We've had unseasonably warm weather here this week, so even though it was a tad rainy, we ventured out to the Gardens with Grandma and some friends today.  Just to take advantage of the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TpUIaPLNAr0/TV34714nCnI/AAAAAAAAEkQ/fdxExMx1WEo/s1600/Gardens_0005-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TpUIaPLNAr0/TV34714nCnI/AAAAAAAAEkQ/fdxExMx1WEo/s320/Gardens_0005-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574885620715031154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It did drizzle a little bit, but the umbrella really came out to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UJd-e7GLewc/TV347WB-KgI/AAAAAAAAEkI/txdasZyYxIo/s1600/Gardens_0008-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UJd-e7GLewc/TV347WB-KgI/AAAAAAAAEkI/txdasZyYxIo/s320/Gardens_0008-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574885612164360706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eO9Z7CF5mj8/TV33Xj2t_-I/AAAAAAAAEkA/CgNYXcVp44I/s1600/Gardens_0010-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eO9Z7CF5mj8/TV33Xj2t_-I/AAAAAAAAEkA/CgNYXcVp44I/s320/Gardens_0010-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574883897888341986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VK-XIU5_uW4/TV33XYVStPI/AAAAAAAAEj4/YVW67odQnL0/s1600/Gardens_0016-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VK-XIU5_uW4/TV33XYVStPI/AAAAAAAAEj4/YVW67odQnL0/s320/Gardens_0016-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574883894795351282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids enjoyed splashing around in the puddles.  I'm thankful for (mostly) waterproof winter boots!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GFupAFDyNho/TV33XIkHAGI/AAAAAAAAEjw/HMA17uU31Ko/s1600/2011_02_17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GFupAFDyNho/TV33XIkHAGI/AAAAAAAAEjw/HMA17uU31Ko/s320/2011_02_17.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574883890562531426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n7SkOWBwf60/TV31sPZWV-I/AAAAAAAAEjo/iutX7MjoSRs/s1600/Gardens_0019-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n7SkOWBwf60/TV31sPZWV-I/AAAAAAAAEjo/iutX7MjoSRs/s320/Gardens_0019-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574882054150445026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jayce was trying to get the horse to step on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qpJgSoNIqMQ/TV31rtSZUlI/AAAAAAAAEjg/xie1VM3KjVQ/s1600/Gardens_0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qpJgSoNIqMQ/TV31rtSZUlI/AAAAAAAAEjg/xie1VM3KjVQ/s320/Gardens_0032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574882044994474578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ESf7oCGFEqo/TV31rGZZqsI/AAAAAAAAEjY/Ik-foCJxlQc/s1600/Gardens_0033-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ESf7oCGFEqo/TV31rGZZqsI/AAAAAAAAEjY/Ik-foCJxlQc/s320/Gardens_0033-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574882034554874562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grayson saying, "Hi!" to a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RmLTrVtAtZI/TV3z7mROJAI/AAAAAAAAEjQ/BzjwvA98-Jc/s1600/Gardens_0035-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RmLTrVtAtZI/TV3z7mROJAI/AAAAAAAAEjQ/BzjwvA98-Jc/s320/Gardens_0035-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574880118965150722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is why you wear snow pants when it's still so cold and wet out: these girls got to play in the mud/water.  Then they were willing to pose for a picture!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pyEl73GYxQ8/TV3z7d5TvZI/AAAAAAAAEjI/55xGuNOTLss/s1600/Gardens_0037-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pyEl73GYxQ8/TV3z7d5TvZI/AAAAAAAAEjI/55xGuNOTLss/s320/Gardens_0037-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574880116717370770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jayce wanted to pose with Fred and Lena Meijer before we left.  Too cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J89jBu8zbZU/TV3z6x4qhGI/AAAAAAAAEjA/Taflv1ikxhk/s1600/Gardens_0038-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J89jBu8zbZU/TV3z6x4qhGI/AAAAAAAAEjA/Taflv1ikxhk/s320/Gardens_0038-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574880104903509090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A fun day outside (finally!) and a good practice run for spring.  I can't wait!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-8761589976262175439?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/8761589976262175439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=8761589976262175439&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/8761589976262175439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/8761589976262175439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2011/02/spring-gardens-run.html' title='A &quot;Spring&quot; Gardens Run'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TpUIaPLNAr0/TV34714nCnI/AAAAAAAAEkQ/fdxExMx1WEo/s72-c/Gardens_0005-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-2758391480984676286</id><published>2011-02-15T17:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T08:58:57.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Cr@p</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's crude.  I know.  Be warned about the content of this post.&lt;div&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;However&lt;/i&gt;, we have some really exciting news!!  Grayson has started "potty-training".  Well, not technically.  I'm not sure I actually want to undertake that quite yet, but tonight Jeremy noticed that he was starting to put a &lt;i&gt;number 2&lt;/i&gt; in his diaper, so he asked if Grayson wanted to go in the potty instead.  Grayson asked to take his diaper off.  Then he pooped.  In the toilet.  Sort of.  He at least "finished" what he was working on, while sitting on the toilet.  I'll count it because it was &lt;i&gt;the very first time he had put anything in the toilet&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He was pretty proud of himself, especially after Jeremy and I made such a big deal out of him going.  He even got a fantastic "prize" for going.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WKa-AEbdF0s/TVsFbFiGWvI/AAAAAAAAEi4/dk4-xCXJtmA/s1600/Holy%2BCrap_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WKa-AEbdF0s/TVsFbFiGWvI/AAAAAAAAEi4/dk4-xCXJtmA/s320/Holy%2BCrap_0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574054926700927730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fQD8BvNmCT8/TVsFajCZBgI/AAAAAAAAEio/t-yCtmUwbDg/s1600/Holy%2BCrap_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fQD8BvNmCT8/TVsFajCZBgI/AAAAAAAAEio/t-yCtmUwbDg/s320/Holy%2BCrap_0002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574054917441127938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We even got out the little Elmo potty, to see if that would be more comfortable for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RETR2kCxQ9g/TVsEHaNNbRI/AAAAAAAAEig/40SC-Mzzh9Q/s1600/Holy%2BCrap_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RETR2kCxQ9g/TVsEHaNNbRI/AAAAAAAAEig/40SC-Mzzh9Q/s320/Holy%2BCrap_0003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574053489141443858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v5DhvjOs7f4/TVsEHC61F6I/AAAAAAAAEiY/-GSsxhjAFUc/s1600/Holy%2BCrap_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v5DhvjOs7f4/TVsEHC61F6I/AAAAAAAAEiY/-GSsxhjAFUc/s320/Holy%2BCrap_0005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574053482890336162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Holy Cr@p.  I have a potty-training two-year-old and I'm having a baby in 12+ weeks.  Wish me luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-2758391480984676286?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/2758391480984676286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=2758391480984676286&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/2758391480984676286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/2758391480984676286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2011/02/holy-crp.html' title='Holy Cr@p'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WKa-AEbdF0s/TVsFbFiGWvI/AAAAAAAAEi4/dk4-xCXJtmA/s72-c/Holy%2BCrap_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-8416457016839715896</id><published>2011-02-14T12:49:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T23:50:15.194-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>Because today was Valentine's Day, I made the kids a special lunch.  Yes, lunch.  I decided to forgo the usual request portion of our day for breakfast because we were trying to get out to the door to the library (coincidentally, we did not make it there).  So, when lunch rolled around, Grayson requested pancakes, just like he does nearly every day.  I decided that since Valentine's Day only comes once a year, I'd oblige him and make pancakes.  Pink pancakes.  Heart-shaped, with sprinkles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lPBfFQ3auOg/TVlte6OB3xI/AAAAAAAAEhg/26o5pplr2Nw/s1600/Valentine%2527s%2BDay_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lPBfFQ3auOg/TVlte6OB3xI/AAAAAAAAEhg/26o5pplr2Nw/s320/Valentine%2527s%2BDay_0006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573606391639301906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was a big hit with the kids.  Especially since it was served with blueberries, which I've finally convinced myself that it's alright to spend $1.50 on a pint when snow is on the ground.  I got very much used to paying a much lower price when we went blueberry picking this summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DwcuREuk8P0/TVlteXumlEI/AAAAAAAAEhY/cJY65rnv6DM/s1600/Valentine%2527s%2BDay_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DwcuREuk8P0/TVlteXumlEI/AAAAAAAAEhY/cJY65rnv6DM/s320/Valentine%2527s%2BDay_0008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573606382380684354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I pointed the camera at Grayson, this was his version of a smile.  The one where I told him to show me his teeth was &lt;i&gt;much&lt;/i&gt; worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AexlzNufYhU/TVlteP-vXqI/AAAAAAAAEhQ/l-hsM5eg1Fw/s1600/Valentine%2527s%2BDay_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AexlzNufYhU/TVlteP-vXqI/AAAAAAAAEhQ/l-hsM5eg1Fw/s320/Valentine%2527s%2BDay_0009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573606380300885666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids made these cute heart projects that I got from church a couple of weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CPQmk0f4IKk/TVn-tgF5tUI/AAAAAAAAEho/ryDkxl4-xTI/s1600/Valentine%2527s%2BDay_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CPQmk0f4IKk/TVn-tgF5tUI/AAAAAAAAEho/ryDkxl4-xTI/s320/Valentine%2527s%2BDay_0013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573766071509955906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma also came over and helped the kids make these "talking valentines".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rU8Iddg9vxc/TVn-uDWcL-I/AAAAAAAAEhw/xwGonHpZ9gk/s1600/Valentine%2527s%2BDay_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rU8Iddg9vxc/TVn-uDWcL-I/AAAAAAAAEhw/xwGonHpZ9gk/s320/Valentine%2527s%2BDay_0014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573766080974565346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I walked in the door after running to the store for a few things, and I was greeted by two sweet faces, framed in hearts, that said, "Happy Valentine's Day!  I love you!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ParwvQDSLvg/TVn-ukgdZXI/AAAAAAAAEh4/Q1ZeKskpLUs/s1600/Valentine%2527s%2BDay_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ParwvQDSLvg/TVn-ukgdZXI/AAAAAAAAEh4/Q1ZeKskpLUs/s320/Valentine%2527s%2BDay_0015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573766089874957682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Getting the kids to sit together on the couch to take a picture?  Well, that part was difficult.  This one was a tad blurry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4oiVewLkC5Q/TVoBJkRGsbI/AAAAAAAAEiQ/8IUIZ2ZdK6U/s1600/Valentine%2527s%2BDay_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4oiVewLkC5Q/TVoBJkRGsbI/AAAAAAAAEiQ/8IUIZ2ZdK6U/s320/Valentine%2527s%2BDay_0016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573768752690278834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Obviously, one can see what's wrong with this photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kz5vvQ6WqB0/TVoBJLGeCuI/AAAAAAAAEiI/XJ5YRFcsIiQ/s1600/Valentine%2527s%2BDay_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kz5vvQ6WqB0/TVoBJLGeCuI/AAAAAAAAEiI/XJ5YRFcsIiQ/s320/Valentine%2527s%2BDay_0017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573768745934785250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After those two, Jayce was off and running again, and Grayson had turned his valentine into a "talking hand valentine".  At least he smiled with his teeth this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rEVR9Pm99tQ/TVoBI_K0r0I/AAAAAAAAEiA/Aaiu1v4oXd0/s1600/Valentine%2527s%2BDay_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rEVR9Pm99tQ/TVoBI_K0r0I/AAAAAAAAEiA/Aaiu1v4oXd0/s320/Valentine%2527s%2BDay_0018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573768742731820866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-8416457016839715896?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/8416457016839715896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=8416457016839715896&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/8416457016839715896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/8416457016839715896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lPBfFQ3auOg/TVlte6OB3xI/AAAAAAAAEhg/26o5pplr2Nw/s72-c/Valentine%2527s%2BDay_0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-6202078410938079856</id><published>2011-02-14T10:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T11:20:57.069-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Going On With Us.</title><content type='html'>I guess since I'm not posting all that much, I may just throw up an all inclusive update on our lives every week.  So, here is goes:&lt;div&gt;My venture into becoming a proper housewife/mother is going well, I suppose.  I put up some pretty lofty goals last week about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;-cluttering...  that didn't happen.  However, I did keep everything clean.  We kept up with the toys and dishes everyday.  I managed to get all my laundry done and put away on Monday, so I actually skipped it for the rest of the week.  Of course, that means today there is a huge amount ready to go, but I'm &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; with that.  The best part about this whole adventure into keeping my house regularly clean is that I have no qualms about inviting people over at a moments notice.  My greatest fear used to be that my mother-in-law, who is next to a perfect housekeeper, would stop by sometime when dishes were spilling out of the sink onto the counter next to it, my stove top would be covered in food and crumbs, and the house was filthy.  Now, that's not a possibility now.  Another great advantage to working so hard toward keeping things here under control is that I've got regular help from the men who also live here.   There's been more than one occasion that Jeremy will pop into the kitchen and do the dishes so I don't have to, and the kids have become pros about cleaning up their toys every night.  They've also come to realize there are consequences to &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; cleaning up after themselves: the loss of toys.  I love that the whole family has gotten involved in our cleaning adventure.  Now, I've just got to get to that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;de&lt;/span&gt;-cluttering that I really want done.  I think that Valentine's Day is the perfect starting point for that, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've started the search for the perfect school for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jayce&lt;/span&gt; this fall.  I hate this.  I can't figure out who I want to hand my child over to for his education.  Part of me (a big part) wants to just keep him home and try it myself.  Except that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jayce&lt;/span&gt; regularly talks about going to school.  I think he's excited about the option of actually going to a school building and meeting new friends and learning.  So, I'm searching.  There are a few local options that would be alright with me.  Our local elementary school has a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-Kindergarten program (because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jayce&lt;/span&gt; will be five in late November, which is in time for the cut off, I want him to start with a Young 5's or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Pre&lt;/span&gt;-Kindergarten program, although I know that he's smart enough to be able to handle Kindergarten, just too young), and better than that: they have one of the two &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Montessori_method"&gt;Montessori programs&lt;/a&gt; in our district.  I think that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jayce&lt;/span&gt; would love a Montessori program and that he would do so well in that kind of environment.  I'm also checking into a few of the local charter schools that have a Pro-Kindergarten program.  Jeremy and I also want to check into some of the local Christian schools and see how expensive they will be.  I would love to send my children to a Christian school (I went to a Christian school K-12, along with college), but the expense of it is what really scares me.  We live on such a tight budget as it is.  Then again, if it's God's will, I know we could come up with the funds.  I think that I just want my baby to stay to little for school.  Unfortunately, that's not exactly happening...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to admit, this week has been a huge fail for me in regard to my daily Bible reading.  I'm very behind, and I've had a hard time motivating myself to do my reading during the daytime when I have energy to get through some of the tough parts (Currently, I'm stuck in the end of Exodus, when God is giving Moses the rules of living and the measurements/plans for the temple - it's tough to feel motivated for all that detail.), and I'm usually really tired by the time I get into bed, so I've been falling asleep while reading, or just not reading at all.  I certainly need some motivation and some prayer from my fellow believers to get myself back on track.  I know that I'm going to finish out this resolution, I just need a little something to push me through this tough patch I'm going through.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lastly, Happy Valentine's Day!  Tonight, Karen (AKA Grandma, Mom and mother-in-law) is coming over to hang out with us.  Which reminds me:  Jeremy had an interesting night at work.  He was working a radio and got a call from an officer who was involved in a developing pursuit.  The officer had started following a suspicious car, and the driver pulled into a driveway and ditched the car, letting it run through &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;some one's&lt;/span&gt; garage door.  As Jeremy was getting the information from the officer who was chasing the suspect, he realized that the lucky garage door belongs to &lt;i&gt;his mom&lt;/i&gt;.  Yes, some crazy (or high or drunk or both) guy allowed his (or &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;whomever's&lt;/span&gt; car it was) vehicle to run into Karen's garage door.  At 1am in the morning.  Thankfully, the people Jeremy work with are awesome, and they got everything worked out, even allowing him to go check on her and make sure everything was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; - except that Karen really needs her garage door fixed.  I know that's making for a very interesting Valentine's Day this year.  At least we can (hopefully) be a distraction for her tonight.  So, Happy Valentine's Day!  What are &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; plans for tonight?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-6202078410938079856?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/6202078410938079856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=6202078410938079856&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/6202078410938079856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/6202078410938079856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2011/02/whats-going-on-with-us.html' title='What&apos;s Going On With Us.'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-4043037984055031983</id><published>2011-02-07T11:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T11:48:18.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, one week down on my &lt;a href="http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2011/01/cleanliness-is-next-to-godliness.html"&gt;new resolution&lt;/a&gt;.  I'd like to think it was a success.  My house was cleaned everyday, and we even had company over and there was no last minute cleaning that needed to be done, except running the vacuum through the living room.  I'm pretty happy with how things went.  Especially when I take into consideration that I was sick for a couple of days, and my wonderful husband (and mom!) stepped in to make sure dishes were done before bedtime, toys were picked up, etc.&lt;div&gt;Of course, I certainly have room for improvement this second week of our new, cleaner lifestyle.  I only cleaned things this week - there was no actual "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;decluttering&lt;/span&gt;" (Is this actually a word?) done.  I didn't do laundry the first couple of days that it was "assigned" to me.  I also ignored my bedroom because it has piles and piles of laundry that needs to be put away and we had family over for the weekend....  Lots of excuses, but truthfully, I would prefer to call it &lt;i&gt;room for improvement&lt;/i&gt;.  Because that's exactly what I plan to do: improve!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This week, my goal is to clean out some of the clutter.  I know it's not going to happen all in one week, but I figure that if I start now, by the end of February, we'll have a cleaner, more clutter-free house to live in.  And a great start to a new habit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-4043037984055031983?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/4043037984055031983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=4043037984055031983&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/4043037984055031983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/4043037984055031983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2011/02/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-5167076186541457104</id><published>2011-02-02T14:32:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T16:47:24.167-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Snow Pictures</title><content type='html'>Standing in the middle of the street, talking with my neighbor.  I looked over and noticed some of the 2 foot plus deep tire marks in the middle of the road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TUnMGJfTD2I/AAAAAAAAEhI/CzDKycgycgk/s1600/Snow_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TUnMGJfTD2I/AAAAAAAAEhI/CzDKycgycgk/s320/Snow_0007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569206820218802018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of the drifts next to our van. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TUnMFoQ5bdI/AAAAAAAAEhA/VO95UXkIceA/s1600/Snow_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TUnMFoQ5bdI/AAAAAAAAEhA/VO95UXkIceA/s320/Snow_0008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569206811300031954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our neighbor's pool.  During the summer, I can stand next to it and rest my arms comfortably at shoulder level.  That's another 2-3 foot on top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TUnKdFer02I/AAAAAAAAEg4/8wJKExv8yEo/s1600/Snow_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TUnKdFer02I/AAAAAAAAEg4/8wJKExv8yEo/s320/Snow_0009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569205015256224610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our neighbor's swing set.  I think the snow will inhibit the swinging today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TUnKcvGRI7I/AAAAAAAAEgw/IMxEIw4U3MQ/s1600/Snow_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TUnKcvGRI7I/AAAAAAAAEgw/IMxEIw4U3MQ/s320/Snow_0010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569205009248232370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Compare the pile to the back of our SUV.  Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TUnKcDbiqsI/AAAAAAAAEgo/OMgZaXbpDr8/s1600/Snow_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TUnKcDbiqsI/AAAAAAAAEgo/OMgZaXbpDr8/s320/Snow_0011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569204997526301378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My front yard.  At first glance, you might think, "So what?" until you realize that it's level with our 2.5-3 foot tall porch.  Yes, we did dig out a path for the mailman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TUmyvzDBFjI/AAAAAAAAEgg/-sL6XzyxfYM/s1600/Snow_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TUmyvzDBFjI/AAAAAAAAEgg/-sL6XzyxfYM/s320/Snow_0012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569178948446787122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I tried to get even with our 3 foot tall fence in the back yard when I took this picture.  Notice how the snow &lt;i&gt;behind&lt;/i&gt; it is actually taller?  That's a lot of snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TUmyvfcZDTI/AAAAAAAAEgY/OyIwE3Igu1U/s1600/Snow_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TUmyvfcZDTI/AAAAAAAAEgY/OyIwE3Igu1U/s320/Snow_0013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569178943184506162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our back yard.  There are actually some toy tub sitting next to the shed one cannot see anymore.  Also, I don't think that sliding would be fun - only going down 1 or 2 feet instead of 4. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TUmyu-mQ7FI/AAAAAAAAEgQ/HsKnJQuqY2Y/s1600/Snow_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TUmyu-mQ7FI/AAAAAAAAEgQ/HsKnJQuqY2Y/s320/Snow_0014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569178934367546450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's official.  I stand corrected.  We got the storm.  My apologies to the weathermen (and women) that I doubted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-5167076186541457104?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/5167076186541457104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=5167076186541457104&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/5167076186541457104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/5167076186541457104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2011/02/more-snow-pictures.html' title='More Snow Pictures'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TUnMGJfTD2I/AAAAAAAAEhI/CzDKycgycgk/s72-c/Snow_0007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-4000372902143728040</id><published>2011-02-02T09:20:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T09:50:39.809-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blizzard 2011</title><content type='html'>As it turns out, our local meteorologists were excited about something: we certainly got our blizzard last night.  Here's a few pictures to give you an idea of what we're dealing with this morning:&lt;div&gt;This is the snow, drifted up to our front porch.  Our front porch is 3 feet tall.  Our covered front porch also needed to be shoveled this morning.  That never happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TUlq9s6YClI/AAAAAAAAEgI/5yDry_YMJnM/s1600/Snow_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TUlq9s6YClI/AAAAAAAAEgI/5yDry_YMJnM/s320/Snow_0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569100022480898642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My 6' 2" husband standing in our front yard.  The snow was up over his knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TUlq9FZs4sI/AAAAAAAAEgA/T-0hQLAq6gU/s1600/Snow_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TUlq9FZs4sI/AAAAAAAAEgA/T-0hQLAq6gU/s320/Snow_0002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569100011874869954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walking through tire tracks in the road in front of our house.  Otherwise the snow would have been up and over his boots.  Jeremy had the privilege of working overtime last night because of the storm.  He was sent home this morning and had no problems navigating the roads until he got to our road.  As he came down the hill near our house, he "gunned" it to make it all the way to our driveway and drove through a hiding snowdrift that was at least 3 feet deep.  He told me at least 6 inches of snow covered his entire car, and that he couldn't stop.  Thankfully he made it home safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TUlq84LfRfI/AAAAAAAAEf4/4MV3D1Ml-HA/s1600/Snow_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TUlq84LfRfI/AAAAAAAAEf4/4MV3D1Ml-HA/s320/Snow_0003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569100008325596658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a 2-3 foot drift in our back yard.  I don't think we are going to be going out to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TUlpaoo252I/AAAAAAAAEfw/QpoAYP4Slgo/s1600/Snow_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TUlpaoo252I/AAAAAAAAEfw/QpoAYP4Slgo/s320/Snow_0004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569098320526632802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The edge of our driveway.  Thankfully our wonderful neighbor came over to help Jeremy with the driveway after he got home from work.  Again, that's between 2 and 3 foot deep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TUlpaDt0_TI/AAAAAAAAEfo/yDl77oRlSQ0/s1600/Snow_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TUlpaDt0_TI/AAAAAAAAEfo/yDl77oRlSQ0/s320/Snow_0005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569098310615366962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the product of shoveling in your work clothes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TUlpZ80w1hI/AAAAAAAAEfg/W1M6zW3sQbI/s1600/Snow_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TUlpZ80w1hI/AAAAAAAAEfg/W1M6zW3sQbI/s320/Snow_0006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569098308765406738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Stay tuned: this storm still isn't over yet.  It snowed about an inch while Jeremy was outside working on clearing out the driveway.  I love living in West Michigan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-4000372902143728040?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/4000372902143728040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=4000372902143728040&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/4000372902143728040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/4000372902143728040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2011/02/blizzard-2011.html' title='Blizzard 2011'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TUlq9s6YClI/AAAAAAAAEgI/5yDry_YMJnM/s72-c/Snow_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-4952868604980661985</id><published>2011-01-30T15:06:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T15:41:34.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleanliness Is Next To Godliness</title><content type='html'>I am not a good housekeeper.  I never have been, but I hope to be better at it one day.  When it comes right down to it, I would rather do just about anything else besides clean.  Of course I like it when my house is in order and there isn't stuff everywhere, as it tends not to be with two small boys living here.  However, it doesn't really bother me to let things go a bit, until someone wants to stop by or I trip over toys on my way to the kitchen.  Believe me, if the above saying is correct, I am far from a godly person.&lt;div&gt;I never learned to love a clean house - or better yet, I never learned to love &lt;i&gt;to clean&lt;/i&gt; my house and keep it neat and tidy.  Honestly, growing up, it was something we did when we were having company over (sorry Mom for throwing you under the bus there) because we were so darn busy: church 3 times a week, sports practices and games, weekend outings, etc.  Naturally, that's my mode of operation now too: clean when it becomes necessary.  There are actually days when I wish that I was just a touch of a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;germaphobe&lt;/span&gt; (not too sure on the spelling of that one!) or that I actually enjoyed cleaning.  Mostly, I just wish that we could afford to have a cleaning lady come in once a week or month.  No luck yet on any of those things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In light of all of this realization, I'm coming up with a resolution for the month of February too:  I'm creating a chore list for me (and my husband, when he wants to pitch in!) that &lt;i&gt;I will keep up with everyday&lt;/i&gt;!  I've had some success at keeping up with my resolution for 2011 &lt;a href="http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-years-resolutions.html"&gt;(here's a reminder in case you don't remember!&lt;/a&gt;), and I've decided that I think I'd really like to make this the year of a brand new Melissa.  Nothing too drastic, but give myself monthly goals/standards too live up to.  So, in case you were wondering, here's my chore list (I'm assigning a room per day to clean, along with some other daily activities):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday: Living Room and laundry (including putting it away)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday: Bathroom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday: Playroom and laundry (including putting it away)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday: Kitchen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday: Bedrooms and laundry (including putting it away)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday: Hallway/Stairs in addition to clean sweep of all rooms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday: Day of Rest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyday: pick up stuff, toys put away, dishes done, counter tops/stove top clean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm currently writing this out on a pretty piece of paper (or plain &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ol&lt;/span&gt;' notebook paper) for my refrigerator (our printer is not currently hooked up to our computer, and it's too much hassle to print something out).  I will commit to this schedule, &lt;i style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;I WILL&lt;/i&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since this is nearly the last day of the month, I thought I'd update you on my progress with my actually New Year's Resolution.  I'm currently caught up on my daily reading, along with a short daily devotional on the life of Paul (by Beth Moore).  I'm also trying to catch up on another short daily devotional that I really enjoy, but I'm a tad farther behind on that one.  I've also realized that while my time in the word is becoming more sufficient, my quiet time and prayer time is lacking.  I'm trying to work on that now.  A couple of ladies from my Monday night Bible study suggested keeping a prayer journal by recording and praying over scripture that I'm reading that's really impacting me.  I love that idea, and I am planning on implementing it.  I'd love your prayer and support in those areas that I'm working on now.  Thanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-4952868604980661985?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/4952868604980661985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=4952868604980661985&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/4952868604980661985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/4952868604980661985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2011/01/cleanliness-is-next-to-godliness.html' title='Cleanliness Is Next To Godliness'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-2766946084048260548</id><published>2011-01-19T19:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T19:23:35.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>(Mostly) Wordless Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Yes, these are cell phone photos.  Not fabulous, but what I had on hand....&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TTeAIKIa0WI/AAAAAAAAEfU/IhD6aJh-Aos/s1600/1215001017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TTeAIKIa0WI/AAAAAAAAEfU/IhD6aJh-Aos/s320/1215001017.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564056742286512482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These were taken at our Wednesday morning bible study Christmas party.  All of the older kids (not babies) sang a few songs for the moms.  My two children sang the loudest (and were the only singers on one song).  Proud Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TTeAHbxKYSI/AAAAAAAAEfM/czazwfuQrRw/s1600/1215001017a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TTeAHbxKYSI/AAAAAAAAEfM/czazwfuQrRw/s320/1215001017a.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564056729840935202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-2766946084048260548?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/2766946084048260548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=2766946084048260548&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/2766946084048260548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/2766946084048260548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2011/01/mostly-wordless-wednesday.html' title='(Mostly) Wordless Wednesday'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TTeAIKIa0WI/AAAAAAAAEfU/IhD6aJh-Aos/s72-c/1215001017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-8360937791955081387</id><published>2011-01-17T05:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T05:04:00.664-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeremy's Resolution</title><content type='html'>Yeah, it's not really a "resolution" per see for Jeremy, but it is something that Jeremy's hoping to do this winter/spring.  We need to build our kids a set of bunk beds before our new baby comes.&lt;div&gt;We actually spent an hour Friday afternoon looking at various stores to see what they have, what's affordable for us, and what is actually possible for us to try to create on our own.  We certainly got some fabulous ideas (we're thinking a loft bed with stairs that have storage with a twin bed on the floor underneath), and would you believe how inspired I was to log onto &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Twinsanity's&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.itstwinsanity.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; and see that she's &lt;a href="http://www.itstwinsanity.com/2011/01/secret-project-complete.html"&gt;&lt;i&gt;made&lt;/i&gt; the &lt;i&gt;exact&lt;/i&gt; thing&lt;/a&gt; we are wanting to make for the boys' room!  She even provided us with links to &lt;a href="http://www.ana-white.com/2010/09/easy-playhouse-loft-bed-with-storage-stairs.html"&gt;the plans&lt;/a&gt; she got to build them.  Considering that she managed to make that awesome bed/playhouse for her kids, I am even leaning towards the idea that I could certainly help/maybe make them too...  Wow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here we go...  I'll let you know how it goes.  Or which store we end up buying bunks from. Which ever comes first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-8360937791955081387?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/8360937791955081387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=8360937791955081387&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/8360937791955081387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/8360937791955081387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2011/01/jeremys-resolution.html' title='Jeremy&apos;s Resolution'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-1736464067331863098</id><published>2011-01-16T16:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T17:03:04.287-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolutions</title><content type='html'>When you manage to get up off the floor (because of the surprise of me actually posting two new posts in just one day - can you imagine!), I'll fill you in on what my New Year's resolution for this year is.&lt;div&gt;Last year I was successful at my New Year's resolution for the first time in my life.  Yes, after 29 years, I have finally managed to make a resolution and keep it - for the entire year.  If you remember, &lt;a href="http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2010/01/back-sliding.html"&gt;my resolution for last year&lt;/a&gt; was giving up pop, more specifically Diet Pepsi, and drinking only water for a month.  I needed to kick a bad addiction I had going, and I managed to go an entire year without any pop (minus one short mental lapse in which I enjoy a glass of punch at a wedding without thinking about the fact that there was probably pop in it).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In light of the fact that I managed to fulfill my first ever New Year's resolution, I thought long and hard about what I wanted to resolve to do this year.  After some thought, I decided that reading the Bible every day was what I wanted to do.  So I dusted off the Bible in a Year my brother had given me for Christmas a few years ago.  Mind you, making a resolution to stop doing something (like drinking pop) is &lt;i&gt;very different&lt;/i&gt; from resolving to actually do something new.  Yes, I was reading the bible every once in a while, but actually carving time out of every day to read a porting of "God's words to us" (what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jayce&lt;/span&gt; tells me the Bible is every time we sing "The B-I-B-L-E") is going to be a lot different.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that's exactly what I came to find out that first week.  I managed to ignore my new reading for a week straight.  It was easy to do, you see, because Jeremy was home a lot, things were starting up again for the winter, and the boys demanded a lot of attention, along with the normal household chores, taking down all our Christmas decorations, etc.  But then we went to my friend, Heather's, house, and she told me that she too was trying to read through the Bible in a year.  Suddenly, there was someone in my exact place, but with a busier household, more space to clean, more laundry, etc.  I knew immediately that I had a buddy who would keep me accountable and keep me in the Word every day.  So, thank you, Heather.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't tell you how exciting it was to turn to Matthew 9:9-13 this morning at church and realize that I had just read through that passage this week.  How exciting it has been to learn more about Abraham, Noah, Isaac, and Jacob than I had in my 18 years of Christian education.  How refreshing it is to start and end my day in "God's words to us".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here I am, putting it out there: this year, I am resolving to get to know God better, by spending time in his Word.  Every day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-1736464067331863098?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/1736464067331863098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=1736464067331863098&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/1736464067331863098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/1736464067331863098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-years-resolutions.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolutions'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-2368985433610159404</id><published>2011-01-16T14:33:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T15:53:17.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gasp!  A Real Post?!?</title><content type='html'>Yes, many of these photos are nearly a month old, but I thought you might like to take a look at what our crazy-busy Christmas looked like this year!  And I managed to only add a couple of photos from each celebration - so this won't take you a whole day to look through, only an hour or two.  Just kidding.  I think.&lt;div&gt;To start off, one of our local malls installs a huge electronic train set every Christmas season, and it is always a highlight to check it out.  It seems like they add more and more each year, including Thomas the train and some of his buddies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TTNSUFYDw-I/AAAAAAAAEfE/OUScW8-TJuQ/s1600/Trains_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TTNSUFYDw-I/AAAAAAAAEfE/OUScW8-TJuQ/s320/Trains_0002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562880469726643170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They also have a &lt;i&gt;free&lt;/i&gt; Santa who comes in at certain times of the week - it doesn't cost a thing to visit him, take your own picture, and they have a digital camera there should you have forgotten your own that they will email you a copy.  Who knew that there is a mall out there that actually embodies the true Christmas spirit - &lt;i&gt;give&lt;/i&gt; not &lt;i&gt;take&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TTNSTi62WHI/AAAAAAAAEe8/Kw9FORQGxzg/s1600/Trains_0008-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TTNSTi62WHI/AAAAAAAAEe8/Kw9FORQGxzg/s320/Trains_0008-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562880460477323378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We spent a week at my parents house just before Christmas, which included many Christmas celebrations.  Our first, other than getting to see my brother and sister-in-law (from Virginia), was family Christmas for my dad's side of the family.  I couldn't decide on just one or two photos for this one because there were so many people there we hadn't seen in so long!  First, the photo of Kevin is because of that beautiful butterfly stitch on his face: he attacked my dog, and she defended herself.  I just had to include it!  Also, we were thrilled to see Tyler (top right), who is 18 and just joined the Army and who we haven't seen in several years (I didn't even recognize him!), my Grandma D, who broke out of rehab where she was recovering from knee replacement surgery, and my Aunt Carol, who was hospitalized not too long ago for having fluid around her heart - very scary situation!  Looking back, it was so much fun spending the evening with all these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TTNQ52-9tbI/AAAAAAAAEe0/9GgfBCHgrXs/s1600/2010_12_18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TTNQ52-9tbI/AAAAAAAAEe0/9GgfBCHgrXs/s320/2010_12_18.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562878919675065778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our next Christmas party was with my mom's side of the family.  These are all the younger generation of 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; cousins who were at the party.  We were actually missing 5 others, and the oldest 6 didn't want to sit with the "little kids" on the floor.  They also didn't get presents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TTNPgRWtJYI/AAAAAAAAEes/-ak3zZbu9yM/s1600/Flood%2BFamily%2BChristmas_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TTNPgRWtJYI/AAAAAAAAEes/-ak3zZbu9yM/s320/Flood%2BFamily%2BChristmas_0031.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562877380565738882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By far one of my favorite times of this party was torturing my cousin, Austin, with the singing doll his little sister got.  He &lt;i&gt;hated&lt;/i&gt; the song it played, so it was great fun to turn it on nearby him and watch him squirm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TTNPf9uKhUI/AAAAAAAAEek/qYHIYxgPalQ/s1600/Flood%2BFamily%2BChristmas_0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TTNPf9uKhUI/AAAAAAAAEek/qYHIYxgPalQ/s320/Flood%2BFamily%2BChristmas_0065.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562877375295423810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While we were at my parents' house over that week, we carved out some time to go spend with my Grandma D, who was still at rehab recovering.  She got the boys some Christmas gifts that they opened while we were there, and Grandma D got her gift from us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TTNNwXKBXiI/AAAAAAAAEec/KNYDc9WIWIE/s1600/Christmas%2Bwith%2BGrandma%2BD_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TTNNwXKBXiI/AAAAAAAAEec/KNYDc9WIWIE/s320/Christmas%2Bwith%2BGrandma%2BD_0007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562875457977802274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since we weren't going to be with my parents, brother, or sister-in-law for Christmas, we had our own Christmas celebration.  I tried sticking a red bow on Lexi and giving her as a "gift" to Kevin and Rachel, but they didn't go for it.  Lexi wasn't too happy about me trying to give her away either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TTNNTCAjdfI/AAAAAAAAEeU/lrPUGR1tOeo/s1600/Christmas%2B%2540%2BMahan%2527s_0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TTNNTCAjdfI/AAAAAAAAEeU/lrPUGR1tOeo/s320/Christmas%2B%2540%2BMahan%2527s_0027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562874954084742642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Grayson&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;loved&lt;/i&gt; the hat that Kevin and Rachel got for him, and he still wears it every time he goes out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TTNNS5trlBI/AAAAAAAAEeM/gjCqE3CWTcM/s1600/Christmas%2B%2540%2BMahan%2527s_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TTNNS5trlBI/AAAAAAAAEeM/gjCqE3CWTcM/s320/Christmas%2B%2540%2BMahan%2527s_0054.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562874951858099218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A cute picture with our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Aunti&lt;/span&gt; and Uncle we don't get to see nearly enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TTNMFl5onCI/AAAAAAAAEeE/Vzdv2_AnIYk/s1600/Family_0004-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TTNMFl5onCI/AAAAAAAAEeE/Vzdv2_AnIYk/s320/Family_0004-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562873623689600034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys had so much fun playing with Uncle Kevin the week we were with him.  For how shy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Grayson&lt;/span&gt; was with him a couple of weeks before that, he certainly warmed up after spending so much time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TTNMFclOMrI/AAAAAAAAEd8/mynH4vaQPus/s1600/Family_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TTNMFclOMrI/AAAAAAAAEd8/mynH4vaQPus/s320/Family_0022.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562873621188063922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas Eve, we got together with Jeremy's family to celebrate Christmas.  Jeremy's sisters, brother-in-law, and mom went together and got this awesome train table for the boys.  Needless to say, it was a big hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TTNME1HWMHI/AAAAAAAAEd0/5B2VTKWVUKo/s1600/Meyers%2BChristmas%2BPt.1_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TTNME1HWMHI/AAAAAAAAEd0/5B2VTKWVUKo/s320/Meyers%2BChristmas%2BPt.1_0005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562873610593775730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also got to meet Jonathan and Lauren's new puppy, Tallahassee.  Here he's sitting on his new couch, a Christmas present from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Kalena&lt;/span&gt; and Karen.  Isn't he cute!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TTNMEhfGW5I/AAAAAAAAEds/YmyHbGo7pf8/s1600/Meyers%2BChristmas%2BPt.1_0025-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TTNMEhfGW5I/AAAAAAAAEds/YmyHbGo7pf8/s320/Meyers%2BChristmas%2BPt.1_0025-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562873605324692370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christmas morning the boys had fun opening gifts together and apart, seeing family who came for breakfast, and just relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TTNJ_73HgjI/AAAAAAAAEdk/QMRMInC1FgA/s1600/Christmas_0002-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TTNJ_73HgjI/AAAAAAAAEdk/QMRMInC1FgA/s320/Christmas_0002-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562871327482151474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Aunti&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Kalena&lt;/span&gt; even got involved in a very frustrating game of "The Duck Game," which I had to bow out of because I couldn't handle &lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;some one's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; refusal to play by the rules.  Thankfully, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Kalena&lt;/span&gt; is a better sport than I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TTNJ_lnZBEI/AAAAAAAAEdc/_3j94ZwVgKg/s1600/Christmas_0030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TTNJ_lnZBEI/AAAAAAAAEdc/_3j94ZwVgKg/s320/Christmas_0030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562871321510609986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my favorite things about Christmas at Jeremy's mom's house is that when we were opening up our stockings, we found some of the clues Jeremy's dad had used when they were kids.  Jeremy's mom and dad always made a game out of figuring out whose gifts were whose, and where they were.  It was usually a day long process to open gifts at Christmas, even sometimes going into the next day.  Jeremy and his sister had fun looking back at the old clues and seeing their dad's handwriting again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TTNI_5Jtg0I/AAAAAAAAEdU/iJR8hRhlmFw/s1600/Meyers%2BChristmas%2Bpt.2_0004-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TTNI_5Jtg0I/AAAAAAAAEdU/iJR8hRhlmFw/s320/Meyers%2BChristmas%2Bpt.2_0004-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562870227243205442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last, the boys got these suckers in their stockings this year.  Do you know who they are?  If you are at all familiar with Mater or the &lt;i&gt;Cars&lt;/i&gt; movie, you should have recognized them right away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TTNIfumzxtI/AAAAAAAAEdM/GF1u8z2v65I/s1600/Mater%2BTeeth%2BSuckers_0002-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TTNIfumzxtI/AAAAAAAAEdM/GF1u8z2v65I/s320/Mater%2BTeeth%2BSuckers_0002-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562869674656646866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see, we had a great Christmas this year, filled with tons of family and celebrations, part of the best part of Christmas for me.  But truthfully, even better than family and parties, remembering the true meaning of Christmas, and having my kids know that Christmas is just a celebration of Jesus' birthday, that He came to earth as a baby who would eventually grow into the man that would take away the sins of this world, was what really made Christmas special this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-2368985433610159404?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/2368985433610159404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=2368985433610159404&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/2368985433610159404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/2368985433610159404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2011/01/gasp-real-post.html' title='Gasp!  A Real Post?!?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TTNSUFYDw-I/AAAAAAAAEfE/OUScW8-TJuQ/s72-c/Trains_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-6194240401282157089</id><published>2011-01-14T18:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T18:47:00.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I know, I know</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I know it's been a &lt;i style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;VERY&lt;/i&gt; long time since I've actually posted on here.  My apologies.  Especially because tonight I'm not actually "posting" something...  I'm just checking in to say "Hey!  Check out my friend, Kristi's, blog."  It's called &lt;a href="http://www.brokenandredeemed-kristi.blogspot.com"&gt;Broken and Redeemed - Confessions of an Imperfect Woman&lt;/a&gt;.  Understand, she's only posted one time, so far, but she's a totally amazing woman who certainly has a lot to say on faith.  I especially &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; her first post on Trust vs. Fear.  It really hit home.  So, if you have a few extra minutes in your day, check out what she has to say.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'll use my extra time to finally download our Christmas pictures and hopefully get a few of them posted. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-6194240401282157089?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/6194240401282157089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=6194240401282157089&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/6194240401282157089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/6194240401282157089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2011/01/i-know-i-know.html' title='I know, I know'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-6263757870752613098</id><published>2010-12-31T20:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T20:26:39.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Meyers</title><content type='html'>We had our ultrasound this past Thursday, and I thought I'd share a picture of our "perfectly developing" third boy!  We are excited to meet him and find out his name come this May!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TR6CNxi0BlI/AAAAAAAAEdE/Y7YX9HfsNG0/s1600/1230002225.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TR6CNxi0BlI/AAAAAAAAEdE/Y7YX9HfsNG0/s320/1230002225.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557022163371034194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-6263757870752613098?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/6263757870752613098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=6263757870752613098&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/6263757870752613098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/6263757870752613098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2010/12/baby-meyers.html' title='Baby Meyers'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TR6CNxi0BlI/AAAAAAAAEdE/Y7YX9HfsNG0/s72-c/1230002225.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-3136916434671209346</id><published>2010-12-16T18:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T18:15:40.972-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Shouldn't Happen, Right?</title><content type='html'>So, last Saturday, my husband and I decided to brave the world known as Toys-R-Us-at-Christmas.  Naturally, they didn't have the sale items that I needed for Christmas presents for my kids, and they told me that there were none at our other local store.  My only option, according to the sales person, was to order it online at the sale price and &lt;i&gt;maybe&lt;/i&gt; it would get to my house before we leave for our out of town Christmas celebrations.  So I did it.  Because they other store didn't have the game.  &lt;i&gt;Or so they told me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Because I have all the time in the world at this time of year, I decided to run to the other store and just check and see if they had what I needed.  Would you believe they did - &lt;i&gt;and 5 of them&lt;/i&gt;!  I went ahead and purchased what I needed, and called the 1-800 number to cancel my online order.  Much to my dismay, I was &lt;i&gt;just&lt;/i&gt; too late to cancel.  I suppose this is one good thing about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;toysrus&lt;/span&gt;.com - they immediately start packing up what's been ordered.  Thankfully they offered me a free return label so that I could ship my package back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then &lt;i style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;this&lt;/i&gt; is what I received in the mail today.  It's half open, with paperwork dangerously close to falling out, one whole corner ripped up, and banged up so badly that the gift inside was slightly damaged.  Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TQqaOHi989I/AAAAAAAAEc4/PbkNdZAjHIU/s1600/1216001656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TQqaOHi989I/AAAAAAAAEc4/PbkNdZAjHIU/s320/1216001656.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551419058022118354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Moral of the story: Avoid Toys R' Us at Christmastime.  And maybe UPS isn't the best way to ship this time of the year.&lt;br /&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/27741553953802200-3136916434671209346?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/3136916434671209346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=3136916434671209346&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/3136916434671209346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/3136916434671209346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2010/12/this-shouldnt-happen-right.html' title='This Shouldn&apos;t Happen, Right?'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TQqaOHi989I/AAAAAAAAEc4/PbkNdZAjHIU/s72-c/1216001656.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-7336257252757735632</id><published>2010-11-22T10:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T10:52:15.821-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, people.  It's official.  I need to be locked up in a loony bin.  Or at least in my house come Friday this week.  That's right, I'm going shopping.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year, it's not the usual get up early and go out route I'm taking.  I'm starting at 10 pm, Thanksgiving night.  At Toys R' Us.  The most insane after-Thanksgiving shopping place &lt;i&gt;EVER&lt;/i&gt;.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, where's my straight jacket?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-7336257252757735632?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/7336257252757735632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=7336257252757735632&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/7336257252757735632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/7336257252757735632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-8013436943911748927</id><published>2010-11-12T16:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T16:36:00.889-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Search of Color</title><content type='html'>Despite the fact that it was November 11, the boys and I (later joined by Grandma) managed to enjoy a beautiful, sunny day at the Gardens.  Sadly, November marks the month where all of the technicolor Chihuly starts to disappear, along with the beautiful fall foliage.  I still went in search of a little color, and I was pleasantly surprised to find as much as I did.  Fair warning: this post contains a ton of photos, but not too many words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TN1maAEkLiI/AAAAAAAAEcw/XM4nXe2Sqvo/s1600/Fall%2BGardens_0002-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TN1maAEkLiI/AAAAAAAAEcw/XM4nXe2Sqvo/s320/Fall%2BGardens_0002-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538695713617358370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TN1mZ_LhT1I/AAAAAAAAEco/yWgVZMuMBCM/s1600/Fall%2BGardens_0003-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TN1mZ_LhT1I/AAAAAAAAEco/yWgVZMuMBCM/s320/Fall%2BGardens_0003-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538695713378094930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I asked Grayson to take his fingers out of his mouth for this photograph, and I got a kiss being blown at me instead.  Oh well, it's still cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TN1mZRxXKLI/AAAAAAAAEcg/zhPhfj_Ias8/s1600/Fall%2BGardens_0004-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TN1mZRxXKLI/AAAAAAAAEcg/zhPhfj_Ias8/s320/Fall%2BGardens_0004-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538695701188782258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is what happens when I say, "Grayson, put  your hands down here," and put my hands on my legs.  Monkey see, monkey do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TN1mZEmrsEI/AAAAAAAAEcY/AhK6HviMu5Y/s1600/Fall%2BGardens_0007-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TN1mZEmrsEI/AAAAAAAAEcY/AhK6HviMu5Y/s320/Fall%2BGardens_0007-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538695697654329410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TN1kAJeacrI/AAAAAAAAEcQ/MIiqoLhGC5I/s1600/Fall%2BGardens_0009-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TN1kAJeacrI/AAAAAAAAEcQ/MIiqoLhGC5I/s320/Fall%2BGardens_0009-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538693070441837234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TN1j_hEmHrI/AAAAAAAAEcI/kmKV7GX3vHE/s1600/Fall%2BGardens_0011-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TN1j_hEmHrI/AAAAAAAAEcI/kmKV7GX3vHE/s320/Fall%2BGardens_0011-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538693059596132018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TN1j_SdgeCI/AAAAAAAAEcA/E26pQTpA5eo/s1600/Fall%2BGardens_0016-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TN1j_SdgeCI/AAAAAAAAEcA/E26pQTpA5eo/s320/Fall%2BGardens_0016-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538693055674087458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The place looks a little drab compared to some of the beautiful summer photos we'd taken.  The Chihuly installers are in the final stages of removing all of the installations from this summer's exhibit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TN1ip2Wj8SI/AAAAAAAAEb4/QRmQso0tOpg/s1600/Fall%2BGardens_0018-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TN1ip2Wj8SI/AAAAAAAAEb4/QRmQso0tOpg/s320/Fall%2BGardens_0018-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538691587839881506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TN1ipeXerBI/AAAAAAAAEbw/RS-eSSPYF5c/s1600/Fall%2BGardens_0021-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TN1ipeXerBI/AAAAAAAAEbw/RS-eSSPYF5c/s320/Fall%2BGardens_0021-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538691581401279506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TN1io2I48aI/AAAAAAAAEbo/R7ToKtItDTw/s1600/Fall%2BGardens_0023-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TN1io2I48aI/AAAAAAAAEbo/R7ToKtItDTw/s320/Fall%2BGardens_0023-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538691570602668450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jayce found a friend to play hide and seek with - here he is counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TN1g9uQTzXI/AAAAAAAAEbg/mbYpzUnizRk/s1600/Fall%2BGardens_0030-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TN1g9uQTzXI/AAAAAAAAEbg/mbYpzUnizRk/s320/Fall%2BGardens_0030-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538689730240302450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TN1g9EdZ1SI/AAAAAAAAEbY/7ng6XpW4PAk/s1600/Fall%2BGardens_0031-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TN1g9EdZ1SI/AAAAAAAAEbY/7ng6XpW4PAk/s320/Fall%2BGardens_0031-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538689719020934434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TN1g8_78HDI/AAAAAAAAEbQ/UExKPCGXdMw/s1600/Fall%2BGardens_0033-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TN1g8_78HDI/AAAAAAAAEbQ/UExKPCGXdMw/s320/Fall%2BGardens_0033-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538689717806832690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TN1fi1ra9RI/AAAAAAAAEbI/5RgNRzyDQKc/s1600/Fall%2BGardens_0035-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TN1fi1ra9RI/AAAAAAAAEbI/5RgNRzyDQKc/s320/Fall%2BGardens_0035-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538688168864970002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TN1fiq6lzqI/AAAAAAAAEbA/OEai3xtrU7o/s1600/Fall%2BGardens_0045-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TN1fiq6lzqI/AAAAAAAAEbA/OEai3xtrU7o/s320/Fall%2BGardens_0045-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538688165975805602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TN1fh8z_SoI/AAAAAAAAEa4/GcmTK-F7h1w/s1600/Fall%2BGardens_0046-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TN1fh8z_SoI/AAAAAAAAEa4/GcmTK-F7h1w/s320/Fall%2BGardens_0046-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538688153600084610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNzLKsEgn3I/AAAAAAAAEaw/zL0IiJTTPOI/s1600/Fall%2BGardens_0048-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNzLKsEgn3I/AAAAAAAAEaw/zL0IiJTTPOI/s320/Fall%2BGardens_0048-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538525026248073074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNzLKFQ4P5I/AAAAAAAAEao/MpkfymyLRZA/s1600/Fall%2BGardens_0049-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNzLKFQ4P5I/AAAAAAAAEao/MpkfymyLRZA/s320/Fall%2BGardens_0049-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538525015830970258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNzLJnmc1oI/AAAAAAAAEag/JyU48kcxiKM/s1600/Fall%2BGardens_0050-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNzLJnmc1oI/AAAAAAAAEag/JyU48kcxiKM/s320/Fall%2BGardens_0050-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538525007868384898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNzJuRmPr-I/AAAAAAAAEaY/_mf6aEU1LR0/s1600/Fall%2BGardens_0053-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNzJuRmPr-I/AAAAAAAAEaY/_mf6aEU1LR0/s320/Fall%2BGardens_0053-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538523438593847266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNzJt0e36EI/AAAAAAAAEaQ/EiaISOr3xc0/s1600/Fall%2BGardens_0054-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNzJt0e36EI/AAAAAAAAEaQ/EiaISOr3xc0/s320/Fall%2BGardens_0054-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538523430778300482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We decided to picnic at the Gardens too.  It was much too nice of a day to go home and eat inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNzJtd4ifsI/AAAAAAAAEaI/UH6TCyfnGd8/s1600/Fall%2BGardens_0056-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNzJtd4ifsI/AAAAAAAAEaI/UH6TCyfnGd8/s320/Fall%2BGardens_0056-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538523424711933634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, we picnicked (is that a word??) in front of the horse statue.  Gave us something to look at while we ate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNzGVOyTxhI/AAAAAAAAEaA/Sbj1pp4Xi1E/s1600/Fall%2BGardens_0058-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNzGVOyTxhI/AAAAAAAAEaA/Sbj1pp4Xi1E/s320/Fall%2BGardens_0058-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538519709807527442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNzGUSXZhiI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/QxV5Fo0EDtE/s1600/Fall%2BGardens_0060-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNzGUSXZhiI/AAAAAAAAEZ4/QxV5Fo0EDtE/s320/Fall%2BGardens_0060-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538519693588530722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNzGTUt6RVI/AAAAAAAAEZw/H3i9z17aGIQ/s1600/Fall%2BGardens_0061-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNzGTUt6RVI/AAAAAAAAEZw/H3i9z17aGIQ/s320/Fall%2BGardens_0061-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538519677039953234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNzEE7ZgKXI/AAAAAAAAEZo/1e3xZi_Vb9k/s1600/2010_11_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNzEE7ZgKXI/AAAAAAAAEZo/1e3xZi_Vb9k/s320/2010_11_11.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538517230702045554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNzEEdj8BII/AAAAAAAAEZg/XpN6pqREdoc/s1600/Fall%2BGardens_0068-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNzEEdj8BII/AAAAAAAAEZg/XpN6pqREdoc/s320/Fall%2BGardens_0068-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538517222692750466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNzEEPUtFMI/AAAAAAAAEZY/XpA5KfjIZx4/s1600/Fall%2BGardens_0070-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNzEEPUtFMI/AAAAAAAAEZY/XpA5KfjIZx4/s320/Fall%2BGardens_0070-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538517218870760642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNzB-Ljbx4I/AAAAAAAAEZQ/yCXV9gGVNBE/s1600/Fall%2BGardens_0074-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNzB-Ljbx4I/AAAAAAAAEZQ/yCXV9gGVNBE/s320/Fall%2BGardens_0074-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538514915756328834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNzB9yit1wI/AAAAAAAAEZI/nZw-hRXeDQw/s1600/Fall%2BGardens_0075-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNzB9yit1wI/AAAAAAAAEZI/nZw-hRXeDQw/s320/Fall%2BGardens_0075-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538514909042431746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNzB9nFJR8I/AAAAAAAAEZA/nIUHWqYQZmU/s1600/Fall%2BGardens_0076-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNzB9nFJR8I/AAAAAAAAEZA/nIUHWqYQZmU/s320/Fall%2BGardens_0076-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538514905965610946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Out to the farm we went to ring the bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNy_wuPoBUI/AAAAAAAAEY4/an4P6YvU8tQ/s1600/Fall%2BGardens_0077-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNy_wuPoBUI/AAAAAAAAEY4/an4P6YvU8tQ/s320/Fall%2BGardens_0077-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538512485527061826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNy_wfEu3JI/AAAAAAAAEYw/JfUgVdZXqOs/s1600/Fall%2BGardens_0081-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNy_wfEu3JI/AAAAAAAAEYw/JfUgVdZXqOs/s320/Fall%2BGardens_0081-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538512481454840978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNy_vsY8EYI/AAAAAAAAEYo/QC9zgNkzR0w/s1600/Fall%2BGardens_0083-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNy_vsY8EYI/AAAAAAAAEYo/QC9zgNkzR0w/s320/Fall%2BGardens_0083-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538512467849384322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNy-BwlZyTI/AAAAAAAAEYg/Z1J84bz5hMY/s1600/Fall%2BGardens_0086-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNy-BwlZyTI/AAAAAAAAEYg/Z1J84bz5hMY/s320/Fall%2BGardens_0086-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538510579189795122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNy-BWM6WgI/AAAAAAAAEYY/Gbsir2j0Gp8/s1600/Fall%2BGardens_0091-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNy-BWM6WgI/AAAAAAAAEYY/Gbsir2j0Gp8/s320/Fall%2BGardens_0091-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538510572107749890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNy8_FEbp4I/AAAAAAAAEYQ/XdFJMVUNs-c/s1600/Fall%2BGardens_0094-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNy8_FEbp4I/AAAAAAAAEYQ/XdFJMVUNs-c/s320/Fall%2BGardens_0094-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538509433637414786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we walked all the way to the opposite side of the park to the waterfall.  I had some very tired boys on my hands when we got done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNy8-lJGwVI/AAAAAAAAEYI/xbd3OmFytrE/s1600/Fall%2BGardens_0107-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNy8-lJGwVI/AAAAAAAAEYI/xbd3OmFytrE/s320/Fall%2BGardens_0107-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538509425067082066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The last of the exhibit being removed.  Sad day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNy4yPINT9I/AAAAAAAAEYA/prk_lSmBKHc/s1600/Fall%2BGardens_0110-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNy4yPINT9I/AAAAAAAAEYA/prk_lSmBKHc/s320/Fall%2BGardens_0110-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538504814952796114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNy4xzfP9kI/AAAAAAAAEX4/PQKV9zPryG8/s1600/Fall%2BGardens_0111-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNy4xzfP9kI/AAAAAAAAEX4/PQKV9zPryG8/s320/Fall%2BGardens_0111-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538504807533246018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Christmas trees are being put up and decorated.  We took advantage of a photo opportunity while I had two willing participants.  Unfortunately, Grayson and Jayce both got a little washed out.  I'll have to work on that for next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNy4xZETP1I/AAAAAAAAEXw/tIV8zb3Vosk/s1600/Fall%2BGardens_0118-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNy4xZETP1I/AAAAAAAAEXw/tIV8zb3Vosk/s320/Fall%2BGardens_0118-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538504800440893266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNy4xBgRPNI/AAAAAAAAEXo/k5cgis-WUo0/s1600/Fall%2BGardens_0121-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNy4xBgRPNI/AAAAAAAAEXo/k5cgis-WUo0/s320/Fall%2BGardens_0121-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538504794115751122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-8013436943911748927?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/8013436943911748927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=8013436943911748927&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/8013436943911748927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/8013436943911748927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2010/11/in-search-of-color.html' title='In Search of Color'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TN1maAEkLiI/AAAAAAAAEcw/XM4nXe2Sqvo/s72-c/Fall%2BGardens_0002-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-5677267973956319882</id><published>2010-11-12T06:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T06:15:00.474-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumpin' In The Leaves</title><content type='html'>While Jeremy worked hard at getting our yard cleaned up the other day, and I kind of worked hard at the same, the kids decided to do some hard work of their own:  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jumpin&lt;/span&gt;' in the leaves.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNyuCFi7p7I/AAAAAAAAEXc/d4RmIRKRcQ0/s1600/leaves_0001-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNyuCFi7p7I/AAAAAAAAEXc/d4RmIRKRcQ0/s320/leaves_0001-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538492992630532018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Before one can really jump into the leaves, one must rake them into a pile.  Thankfully, the kids were willing to do their own hard work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNytd5smqdI/AAAAAAAAEXU/NEyQRnFucKs/s1600/leaves_0003-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNytd5smqdI/AAAAAAAAEXU/NEyQRnFucKs/s320/leaves_0003-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538492370974583250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They actually worked at it for a long time before needing help from a bigger person with stronger arms to pile up the leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNytdXATbeI/AAAAAAAAEXM/rwmUAlpDmOw/s1600/leaves_0004-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNytdXATbeI/AAAAAAAAEXM/rwmUAlpDmOw/s320/leaves_0004-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538492361661967842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, well, actually one little boy asked for help and the other refused it.  I didn't really enjoy raking with a kiddie rake, but hey, we do what we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNytc-EKWrI/AAAAAAAAEXE/dJ3SxIP8RXY/s1600/leaves_0005-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNytc-EKWrI/AAAAAAAAEXE/dJ3SxIP8RXY/s320/leaves_0005-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538492354967263922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unfortunately, only one boy really wanted to jump after we worked so hard, but that was his choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNytcfa63bI/AAAAAAAAEW8/NKA4fTtxwgo/s1600/leaves_0010-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNytcfa63bI/AAAAAAAAEW8/NKA4fTtxwgo/s320/leaves_0010-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538492346741218738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ready, set....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNyqo9oPEoI/AAAAAAAAEW0/4OxH5I-IR7o/s1600/leaves_0011-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNyqo9oPEoI/AAAAAAAAEW0/4OxH5I-IR7o/s320/leaves_0011-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538489262473679490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;JUMP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNyqofLt2yI/AAAAAAAAEWs/6qOUN_UPaNI/s1600/leaves_0008-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNyqofLt2yI/AAAAAAAAEWs/6qOUN_UPaNI/s320/leaves_0008-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538489254300998434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'd give this landing a perfect 10!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNyqoIJKANI/AAAAAAAAEWk/2YJyxl2YnJU/s1600/leaves_0009-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNyqoIJKANI/AAAAAAAAEWk/2YJyxl2YnJU/s320/leaves_0009-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538489248116244690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a lot of fun jumping again and again into the leaves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNxl6WZhs9I/AAAAAAAAEWc/jZx5r_Q3Ask/s1600/leaves_0014-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNxl6WZhs9I/AAAAAAAAEWc/jZx5r_Q3Ask/s320/leaves_0014-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538413694878331858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Meanwhile, the other boy tried to swing on his own.  Unsuccessfully.  He's a little short to get up on our swing by himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNxl5xHg5WI/AAAAAAAAEWU/EorOweAyJhw/s1600/leaves_0016-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNxl5xHg5WI/AAAAAAAAEWU/EorOweAyJhw/s320/leaves_0016-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538413684870669666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He really didn't appreciate my taking pictures instead of helping get him into the swing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNxjydQ2EmI/AAAAAAAAEWM/M3Q639OX99c/s1600/leaves_0019-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNxjydQ2EmI/AAAAAAAAEWM/M3Q639OX99c/s320/leaves_0019-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538411360258757218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Especially when I kept snapping more and more pictures because I thought he looked funny.  Rest assured, this was the last picture I took before he went for a quick ride before playing in the nearly empty sandbox.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNxjx1Mn6pI/AAAAAAAAEWE/ySHtSAez5rE/s1600/leaves_0022-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNxjx1Mn6pI/AAAAAAAAEWE/ySHtSAez5rE/s320/leaves_0022-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538411349503634066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you now understand why I said that Jeremy worked hard, and I hardly worked?  Hey, someone has to watch the children (and take pictures).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-5677267973956319882?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/5677267973956319882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=5677267973956319882&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/5677267973956319882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/5677267973956319882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2010/11/jumpin-in-leaves.html' title='Jumpin&apos; In The Leaves'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNyuCFi7p7I/AAAAAAAAEXc/d4RmIRKRcQ0/s72-c/leaves_0001-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-6530635435385417579</id><published>2010-11-11T15:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T16:03:58.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cook's Farm Dairy</title><content type='html'>I never quite understood why Cook's decided to name their place "Cook's Farm Dairy".  I've always thought it should be reversed.  But, I suppose no one consulted me...  &lt;div&gt;A couple of weekends ago, we traveled back to the East side of the state, and my baby cravings drove us to Cook's for some cute pictures and delicious ice cream.  I thought I'd take the opportunity to try to get some cute fall pictures of the boys.  I thought this one turned out nice, minus the need of haircuts and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jayce's&lt;/span&gt; goofy face.  It was, however, the best photo of both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNxXWnpJxTI/AAAAAAAAEV8/ok1uJRunTaY/s1600/Cook%2527s%2BFarm_0006-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNxXWnpJxTI/AAAAAAAAEV8/ok1uJRunTaY/s320/Cook%2527s%2BFarm_0006-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538397687869195570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Of course, they had to check out the scale and see how much they weighed.  I wish it was true, as the scale said that the two of them together was only 74 lbs.  I know better; after all, I'm the one who pushes them around in a stroller!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNxXWbabJsI/AAAAAAAAEV0/WSAeqbfkQDI/s1600/Cook%2527s%2BFarm_0012-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNxXWbabJsI/AAAAAAAAEV0/WSAeqbfkQDI/s320/Cook%2527s%2BFarm_0012-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538397684586194626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNxXWIjUGII/AAAAAAAAEVs/S4pecwJMQYs/s1600/Cook%2527s%2BFarm_0013-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNxXWIjUGII/AAAAAAAAEVs/S4pecwJMQYs/s320/Cook%2527s%2BFarm_0013-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538397679523207298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also checked out the baby cows.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Grayson&lt;/span&gt; peeked in the window of this one and was startled when the calf looked at him.  Many screams were followed by some sweet lady trying to comfort him by touching his face right after she let a cow suck on her fingers.  So disgusting!  Who does that?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNxVuvWSCmI/AAAAAAAAEVk/pRIQpKIfVq4/s1600/Cook%2527s%2BFarm_0016-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNxVuvWSCmI/AAAAAAAAEVk/pRIQpKIfVq4/s320/Cook%2527s%2BFarm_0016-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538395903231134306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was feeding time for the adult cows too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNxVua_ctcI/AAAAAAAAEVc/CUics_xPGvA/s1600/Cook%2527s%2BFarm_0023-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNxVua_ctcI/AAAAAAAAEVc/CUics_xPGvA/s320/Cook%2527s%2BFarm_0023-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538395897766655426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we ventured back to check out the pigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNxVt45qdVI/AAAAAAAAEVU/L0FnTRyGZqc/s1600/Cook%2527s%2BFarm_0025-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNxVt45qdVI/AAAAAAAAEVU/L0FnTRyGZqc/s320/Cook%2527s%2BFarm_0025-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538395888615585106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Grayson&lt;/span&gt; finally got over his fear of the calves and pet one.  We did a thorough cleaning of the face and hands before we went inside and got ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNxVtijj8qI/AAAAAAAAEVM/5S6rj_AfElg/s1600/Cook%2527s%2BFarm_0028-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNxVtijj8qI/AAAAAAAAEVM/5S6rj_AfElg/s320/Cook%2527s%2BFarm_0028-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538395882617303714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Funny, I don't have pictures of our ice cream...  I guess I was too busy stuffing my face.  Maybe next time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-6530635435385417579?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/6530635435385417579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=6530635435385417579&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/6530635435385417579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/6530635435385417579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2010/11/cooks-farm-dairy.html' title='Cook&apos;s Farm Dairy'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNxXWnpJxTI/AAAAAAAAEV8/ok1uJRunTaY/s72-c/Cook%2527s%2BFarm_0006-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-7839392088371629062</id><published>2010-11-05T16:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T16:35:00.727-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Better Than Going To The Mall To Play??</title><content type='html'>Answer:  Having a special Aunt to bring along who will get in the boat with the boys, crawl through tunnels with the boys, and go down the slide with the boys.  She even went down the slide head first, with Grayson riding her like a surfboard.  Needless to say, the boys had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNRqFO3lcSI/AAAAAAAAEVE/2ggYIYLiY18/s1600/1105001254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNRqFO3lcSI/AAAAAAAAEVE/2ggYIYLiY18/s320/1105001254.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536166480068309282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-7839392088371629062?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/7839392088371629062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=7839392088371629062&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/7839392088371629062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/7839392088371629062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2010/11/whats-better-than-going-to-mall-to-play.html' title='What&apos;s Better Than Going To The Mall To Play??'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TNRqFO3lcSI/AAAAAAAAEVE/2ggYIYLiY18/s72-c/1105001254.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-194063584127478984</id><published>2010-10-28T18:16:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T23:02:06.331-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain, Wind, Snow, or Sleet</title><content type='html'>Well, we really only conquered one of those things today, but it still felt like a victory!  But first, we carved some pumpkins at Grandma's house.&lt;div&gt;Jayce liked to think he was able to do it on his own, but both boys really needed help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMofOQtWJ3I/AAAAAAAAEU0/xEcLFrPT1Wk/s1600/pumpkins_0001-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMofOQtWJ3I/AAAAAAAAEU0/xEcLFrPT1Wk/s320/pumpkins_0001-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533269422041868146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma "helped" Grayson with his pumpkin.  In all actuality, Grandma did all the work.  Grayson didn't really want anything to do with it.  I'm not sure if it was being at Grandma's house and being able to play there, or disliking the insides of the pumpkin, but neither boy really wanted to have anything to do with the insides of our jack-o-lanterns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMofN6DYpYI/AAAAAAAAEUs/mWD1FDTFhjo/s1600/pumpkins_0002-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMofN6DYpYI/AAAAAAAAEUs/mWD1FDTFhjo/s320/pumpkins_0002-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533269415960290690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had the boys draw a face on the pumpkins and then we actually did the carving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMofNXIp9YI/AAAAAAAAEUk/LhL9xSpXYgU/s1600/pumpkins_0008-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMofNXIp9YI/AAAAAAAAEUk/LhL9xSpXYgU/s320/pumpkins_0008-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533269406587155842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here's Jayce's drawing.  It was a tad small, so I had to encourage him to add to it a little bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMofMXSUyJI/AAAAAAAAEUc/fQZg7cB39I0/s1600/pumpkins_0009-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMofMXSUyJI/AAAAAAAAEUc/fQZg7cB39I0/s320/pumpkins_0009-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533269389447841938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then I got to carve his pumpkin for him, with a little help from Jayce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TModPjqeFxI/AAAAAAAAEUU/lBODKf1F-Gg/s1600/pumpkins_0013-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TModPjqeFxI/AAAAAAAAEUU/lBODKf1F-Gg/s320/pumpkins_0013-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533267245286692626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grandma and Grayson worked on Grayson's pumpkin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TModPHjG63I/AAAAAAAAEUM/p7EYtm-Go3M/s1600/pumpkins_0017-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TModPHjG63I/AAAAAAAAEUM/p7EYtm-Go3M/s320/pumpkins_0017-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533267237739621234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jayce with his finished product!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMobnaRZSuI/AAAAAAAAET8/Foj3xc_Ceo0/s1600/pumpkins_0028-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMobnaRZSuI/AAAAAAAAET8/Foj3xc_Ceo0/s320/pumpkins_0028-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533265456059206370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grayson with his jack-o-lantern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMobmyYYDwI/AAAAAAAAET0/lTmcB98LqTs/s1600/pumpkins_0021-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMobmyYYDwI/AAAAAAAAET0/lTmcB98LqTs/s320/pumpkins_0021-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533265445351067394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After we carved our pumpkin friends, we toasted our pumpkin seeds and had lunch.  Then Grandma made us chocolate chip cookies before we headed off to the Gardens, for that last &lt;a href="http://www.chihuly.com/"&gt;Chihuly&lt;/a&gt; visit.  Of course, we brought along some toasted pumpkin seeds to share with our friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMobmfYit_I/AAAAAAAAETs/ONRG0D_b8dI/s1600/Gardens_0003-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMobmfYit_I/AAAAAAAAETs/ONRG0D_b8dI/s320/Gardens_0003-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533265440251492338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Can you imagine?  We actually got a good picture of all of the big kids again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMoaBmDnYMI/AAAAAAAAETk/vBEGhysSreQ/s1600/Gardens_0009-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMoaBmDnYMI/AAAAAAAAETk/vBEGhysSreQ/s320/Gardens_0009-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533263706875977922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That doesn't mean that we didn't get a few not-so-great photos first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMoaBAVKCQI/AAAAAAAAETc/Pve41O_FI-A/s1600/Gardens_0011-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMoaBAVKCQI/AAAAAAAAETc/Pve41O_FI-A/s320/Gardens_0011-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533263696749005058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMoaAZ9XXdI/AAAAAAAAETU/uTriXapVyYQ/s1600/Gardens_0012-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMoaAZ9XXdI/AAAAAAAAETU/uTriXapVyYQ/s320/Gardens_0012-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533263686448668114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grayson met some new friends back at the farm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMoYRy2MjnI/AAAAAAAAETM/7T03X43GSXs/s1600/Gardens_0015-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMoYRy2MjnI/AAAAAAAAETM/7T03X43GSXs/s320/Gardens_0015-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533261786164006514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also stumbled across a pumpkin patch made up of huge pumpkins!  Jayce was kind enough to actually pose for a picture for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMoYRVEsW9I/AAAAAAAAETE/F6v3UVjAvFE/s1600/Gardens_0022-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMoYRVEsW9I/AAAAAAAAETE/F6v3UVjAvFE/s320/Gardens_0022-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533261778171747282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then he tried to actually move one of those huge pumpkins.  Not an easy task for a near four year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMoULZbNahI/AAAAAAAAES8/FTpve6isy-k/s1600/Gardens_0023-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMoULZbNahI/AAAAAAAAES8/FTpve6isy-k/s320/Gardens_0023-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533257278214203922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grayson was kind enough to pose for a picture too.  He doesn't do a very natural smile...  yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMoUKIAe-gI/AAAAAAAAES0/QntCmpWpL_Q/s1600/Gardens_0027-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMoUKIAe-gI/AAAAAAAAES0/QntCmpWpL_Q/s320/Gardens_0027-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533257256358836738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I didn't want to leave our stroller-bound tag-along out of the picture taking!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMoUJjfEqQI/AAAAAAAAESs/AH-pevPTPKU/s1600/Gardens_0029-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMoUJjfEqQI/AAAAAAAAESs/AH-pevPTPKU/s320/Gardens_0029-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533257246555023618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jayce goofing off with the big pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMoO6DZghfI/AAAAAAAAESk/MS8J61HKqpI/s1600/Gardens_0030-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMoO6DZghfI/AAAAAAAAESk/MS8J61HKqpI/s320/Gardens_0030-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533251482685572594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is an attempt at getting a posed picture of my two kids together.  I had a little help from my friend, Heather, who was making faces at the kids to get them to smile.  Jayce decided to make faces back at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMoO5kQkI3I/AAAAAAAAESc/9pcyf59SHLA/s1600/Gardens_0037-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMoO5kQkI3I/AAAAAAAAESc/9pcyf59SHLA/s320/Gardens_0037-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533251474326561650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But Grayson's picture turned out well!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMo2_cc14kI/AAAAAAAAEU8/hehFiTqVSBU/s1600/Gardens_0036-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMo2_cc14kI/AAAAAAAAEU8/hehFiTqVSBU/s320/Gardens_0036-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533295555774898754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We actually found the last Chihuly that I hadn't seen in the six months it's been on display.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMoO5Mqps_I/AAAAAAAAESU/dKG251EAYhw/s1600/Gardens_0041-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMoO5Mqps_I/AAAAAAAAESU/dKG251EAYhw/s320/Gardens_0041-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533251467993527282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One last stop at the tree house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMoO4TsPm8I/AAAAAAAAESM/5xvJXwXJ4oo/s1600/Gardens_0051-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMoO4TsPm8I/AAAAAAAAESM/5xvJXwXJ4oo/s320/Gardens_0051-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533251452699384770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and our exhaustion fully kicked in.  Grayson sat on the robin's eggs and stared off into the distance for a full two minutes, which led us to believe it was time to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMoO4EAEi0I/AAAAAAAAESE/Df4Q1dCCmOQ/s1600/Gardens_0055-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMoO4EAEi0I/AAAAAAAAESE/Df4Q1dCCmOQ/s320/Gardens_0055-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533251448487578434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not even rain, high winds, or low temperatures kept us from the Gardens and our pumpkin fun today.  And the best part?  The kids skipped naps and ran around outside for two straight hours so it was early to bed for everyone!  My kind of day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-194063584127478984?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/194063584127478984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=194063584127478984&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/194063584127478984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/194063584127478984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2010/10/rain-wind-snow-or-sleet.html' title='Rain, Wind, Snow, or Sleet'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMofOQtWJ3I/AAAAAAAAEU0/xEcLFrPT1Wk/s72-c/pumpkins_0001-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-1454153059239941336</id><published>2010-10-28T11:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T11:50:00.895-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Meyers 2011</title><content type='html'>Blurry, yes.  But we captured our first pictures of Baby Meyers, 2011 this week.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMehpYv7U0I/AAAAAAAAER0/tktWm6AdpMA/s1600/-1026001443.jpg-"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMehpYv7U0I/AAAAAAAAER0/tktWm6AdpMA/s320/-1026001443.jpg-" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532568399638123330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also got to hear the heartbeat during the ultrasound.  Baby's heart rate was initially 182, but it was also measured at 176 at the end of the ultrasound.  Now, according to the old wives tale, the heart rate indicates it could be a girl.  However, both boys had initial heart rates that measured at 176 - somehow Jeremy remembered that information!  My doctor, the one who told me the old wives tale, also told me that in his experience, it was about 50% accurate.  Put all that information together, and we are definitely having a boy.  Or a girl.  I guess time will tell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-1454153059239941336?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/1454153059239941336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=1454153059239941336&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/1454153059239941336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/1454153059239941336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2010/10/baby-meyers-2011.html' title='Baby Meyers 2011'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMehpYv7U0I/AAAAAAAAER0/tktWm6AdpMA/s72-c/-1026001443.jpg-' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-1915042695124780112</id><published>2010-10-26T23:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T23:49:25.898-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gardens - Fall 2010</title><content type='html'>I bet you thought that I might be posting one final Gardens set of pictures before the fall weather/snow move into West Michigan and take over.  You're probably wrong.  I fully intend to make it there again this week, just so I can enjoy the Chihuly exhibit one more time.  Which is exactly what we did a few days ago, with some &lt;a href="http://thecircusiscoming.blogspot.com/"&gt;good friends&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;div&gt;Can you imagine how surprised we were that all of the "big kids" with us actually wanted to sit down on the same bench and pose for a picture together?  I can't believe that it actually turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMeeK5vXXLI/AAAAAAAAERk/8DFRNsGjhyk/s1600/-IMG_0044.JPG-"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 182px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMeeK5vXXLI/AAAAAAAAERk/8DFRNsGjhyk/s320/-IMG_0044.JPG-" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532564577383308466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As we were walking out, Jayce took the hand of one of his future girlfriends (I'm sure), and they walked together, fingers interlaced.  So.  Stinkin'.  Cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMeeLvaa3sI/AAAAAAAAERs/nEd53rsqyNg/s1600/-IMG_0050.JPG-"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMeeLvaa3sI/AAAAAAAAERs/nEd53rsqyNg/s320/-IMG_0050.JPG-" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532564591790972610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You should know that I am in no way responsible for these fantastic photos.  That's my friend Heather.  Pop over to &lt;a href="http://thecircusiscoming.blogspot.com/"&gt;her blog&lt;/a&gt; to check out some more of her cute photos!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-1915042695124780112?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/1915042695124780112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=1915042695124780112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/1915042695124780112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/1915042695124780112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2010/10/gardens-fall-2010.html' title='The Gardens - Fall 2010'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMeeK5vXXLI/AAAAAAAAERk/8DFRNsGjhyk/s72-c/-IMG_0044.JPG-' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-7699161402438775217</id><published>2010-10-25T13:39:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T13:47:56.180-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ms. Betsy</title><content type='html'>Library time is our Monday morning activity of choice for many reasons, most of all Ms. Betsy.  As you can see in the following picture (sorry, cell phone pictures - not great), my boys have really taken to her.  Grayson finally participates and Jayce doesn't really want to move up to the "big kids" Monday class because Ms. Betsy isn't the teacher.  That's why last week was so bitter-sweet.  Ms. Betsy announced that she's retiring at the end of this cycle of library times - in only 3 weeks!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMXBA7PrHhI/AAAAAAAAERc/CMgA9O0Gln0/s1600/-cp1_1025001106.jpg-"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 163px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMXBA7PrHhI/AAAAAAAAERc/CMgA9O0Gln0/s320/-cp1_1025001106.jpg-" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532039938942115346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Come January, I know we'll show up at the library on Monday morning, but I'm not sure what we are going to do.  I do know one thing for sure - We'll be missing Ms. Betsy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMXBAWYFPlI/AAAAAAAAERU/jaYC9BCCiok/s1600/-cp1_1025001102.jpg-"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 163px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMXBAWYFPlI/AAAAAAAAERU/jaYC9BCCiok/s320/-cp1_1025001102.jpg-" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532039929045270098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-7699161402438775217?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/7699161402438775217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=7699161402438775217&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/7699161402438775217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/7699161402438775217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2010/10/ms-betsy.html' title='Ms. Betsy'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMXBA7PrHhI/AAAAAAAAERc/CMgA9O0Gln0/s72-c/-cp1_1025001106.jpg-' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-8703536195531843207</id><published>2010-10-23T21:43:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T22:54:54.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ArtPrize 2010</title><content type='html'>It's fair to say that I live in one of the coolest, most exciting cities in Michigan or better.  We have a million things to do here:  apple orchards galore, museums, parks by the dozen, small town atmospheres, a zoo, botanical gardens, an awesome children's museum, etc.  However, the best thing Grand Rapids ha brought into our lives lately is &lt;a href="http://www.artprize.org/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ArtPrize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;a href="http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2009/10/artprize-preview.html"&gt;Last year&lt;/a&gt; we enjoyed walking around downtown and exploring this new and different art competition.  This year, we really tried to get the kids involved, to get them interested in art.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOZIJlzysI/AAAAAAAAERM/uECM4KMhOWg/s1600/DSC07474.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOZIJlzysI/AAAAAAAAERM/uECM4KMhOWg/s320/DSC07474.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531433132633606850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOYy9NXNTI/AAAAAAAAERE/h3WbCnfoFVs/s1600/DSC07475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOYy9NXNTI/AAAAAAAAERE/h3WbCnfoFVs/s320/DSC07475.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531432768532591922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOYylPe8zI/AAAAAAAAEQ8/wee34a3nGVA/s1600/DSC07476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOYylPe8zI/AAAAAAAAEQ8/wee34a3nGVA/s320/DSC07476.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531432762099036978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOYyDnz2kI/AAAAAAAAEQ0/GanNOB3wQ2A/s1600/DSC07478.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOYyDnz2kI/AAAAAAAAEQ0/GanNOB3wQ2A/s320/DSC07478.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531432753074264642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOYx-eeFBI/AAAAAAAAEQs/dzi1ZxWPWdw/s1600/DSC07485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOYx-eeFBI/AAAAAAAAEQs/dzi1ZxWPWdw/s320/DSC07485.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531432751692911634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOYxt5G6PI/AAAAAAAAEQk/mtK0v744nJc/s1600/DSC07491.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOYxt5G6PI/AAAAAAAAEQk/mtK0v744nJc/s320/DSC07491.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531432747241236722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grand Rapids had a huge storm blow through the night before the competition officially started.  Since most of the outdoor art was already set up, it had to weather the storm.  This piece didn't do so well - the bottom of it shattered.  We actually got to see the artist fix this piece and start it up.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jayce&lt;/span&gt; really enjoyed it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOXdFalmjI/AAAAAAAAEQc/pKZ3jf1BtJA/s1600/DSC07494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOXdFalmjI/AAAAAAAAEQc/pKZ3jf1BtJA/s320/DSC07494.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531431293266795058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOXczOx8hI/AAAAAAAAEQU/JbycDsIzxt0/s1600/DSC07500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOXczOx8hI/AAAAAAAAEQU/JbycDsIzxt0/s320/DSC07500.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531431288385434130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a sculpture made of metal that melted glass was being poured over.  It was interesting to see the artists making it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOXcYcfqmI/AAAAAAAAEQM/nWORhhpf77w/s1600/DSC07510.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOXcYcfqmI/AAAAAAAAEQM/nWORhhpf77w/s320/DSC07510.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531431281195199074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These elephant heads moved in the wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOXbzlYDJI/AAAAAAAAEQE/MkQRYA8aFq4/s1600/DSC07515.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOXbzlYDJI/AAAAAAAAEQE/MkQRYA8aFq4/s320/DSC07515.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531431271300336786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the art exhibits was several pianos painted and set out around the city.  People were encouraged to play them, and the boys certainly got into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOXbtPtnqI/AAAAAAAAEP8/6ROW-3uEHTU/s1600/DSC07521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOXbtPtnqI/AAAAAAAAEP8/6ROW-3uEHTU/s320/DSC07521.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531431269598863010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This huge portrait was made completely of Rubik's cubes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOWFhCUmmI/AAAAAAAAEP0/wFJLPaSQ4W8/s1600/DSC07528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOWFhCUmmI/AAAAAAAAEP0/wFJLPaSQ4W8/s320/DSC07528.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531429788852722274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nana and Papa made it over for a weekend of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ArtPrize&lt;/span&gt; too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOWFTsgx-I/AAAAAAAAEPs/ORmPiUwuWBk/s1600/DSC07529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOWFTsgx-I/AAAAAAAAEPs/ORmPiUwuWBk/s320/DSC07529.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531429785271584738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a live statue.  He's incredibly talented and totally realistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOWFPmOUWI/AAAAAAAAEPk/WtG43a_D15A/s1600/DSC07531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOWFPmOUWI/AAAAAAAAEPk/WtG43a_D15A/s320/DSC07531.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531429784171467106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOWE3FyjEI/AAAAAAAAEPc/DnLEioXeiCs/s1600/DSC07537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOWE3FyjEI/AAAAAAAAEPc/DnLEioXeiCs/s320/DSC07537.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531429777592978498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOWEfqShzI/AAAAAAAAEPU/JyDsj6wHINk/s1600/DSC07536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOWEfqShzI/AAAAAAAAEPU/JyDsj6wHINk/s320/DSC07536.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531429771303618354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The finished product of the melted glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOU23b9ghI/AAAAAAAAEPM/IzMy08gFREk/s1600/DSC07538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOU23b9ghI/AAAAAAAAEPM/IzMy08gFREk/s320/DSC07538.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531428437656175122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When you laid on this platform, you could hear the music from the speakers above.  Fun and interactive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOU2nsoG-I/AAAAAAAAEPE/v3b9FSGtXy4/s1600/DSC07541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOU2nsoG-I/AAAAAAAAEPE/v3b9FSGtXy4/s320/DSC07541.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531428433431108578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This beautiful piece of artwork is a mosaic made of glass.  So beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOU2F_mnRI/AAAAAAAAEO8/HYkPuN7RzRg/s1600/DSC07543.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOU2F_mnRI/AAAAAAAAEO8/HYkPuN7RzRg/s320/DSC07543.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531428424383896850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This beach scene is made of many layers of ribbon and string.  So interesting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOU19Z8K3I/AAAAAAAAEO0/WYMvKfGaRKU/s1600/DSC07545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOU19Z8K3I/AAAAAAAAEO0/WYMvKfGaRKU/s320/DSC07545.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531428422078442354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOU1qWQoKI/AAAAAAAAEOs/_rgfuwO8ew0/s1600/DSC07546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOU1qWQoKI/AAAAAAAAEOs/_rgfuwO8ew0/s320/DSC07546.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531428416962732194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOTkrE6BfI/AAAAAAAAEOk/2kJPBWvlXJ4/s1600/DSC07547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOTkrE6BfI/AAAAAAAAEOk/2kJPBWvlXJ4/s320/DSC07547.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531427025588979186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A gigantic penny made of pennies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOTkIy0dAI/AAAAAAAAEOc/3qKZ9yrWRjM/s1600/DSC07549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOTkIy0dAI/AAAAAAAAEOc/3qKZ9yrWRjM/s320/DSC07549.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531427016386311170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOTj3HnNgI/AAAAAAAAEOU/O2c_EuI7Swc/s1600/DSC07556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOTj3HnNgI/AAAAAAAAEOU/O2c_EuI7Swc/s320/DSC07556.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531427011641685506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a close-up shot of the picture above.  It was made from little plastic balls (or paint balls - I can't remember which) lined up in plastic tubes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOTiz8m7PI/AAAAAAAAEOM/CXx65zq3_n8/s1600/DSC07553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOTiz8m7PI/AAAAAAAAEOM/CXx65zq3_n8/s320/DSC07553.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531426993610353906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My kids were so patient waiting to play this gigantic xylophone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOTijWxuBI/AAAAAAAAEOE/cHrMye4tj-8/s1600/DSC07568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOTijWxuBI/AAAAAAAAEOE/cHrMye4tj-8/s320/DSC07568.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531426989156710418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOQji9kZEI/AAAAAAAAEN8/GPJ5S8CNg1c/s1600/DSC07574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOQji9kZEI/AAAAAAAAEN8/GPJ5S8CNg1c/s320/DSC07574.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531423707695965250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This Grand Rapids city scape was made from a single piece of paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOQjEvXSBI/AAAAAAAAEN0/uVMnyr49qaU/s1600/DSC07575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOQjEvXSBI/AAAAAAAAEN0/uVMnyr49qaU/s320/DSC07575.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531423699583322130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Waiting patiently in line to get into the Grand Rapids Art Museum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOQi_5HRZI/AAAAAAAAENs/9yzcldaVIvM/s1600/DSC07579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOQi_5HRZI/AAAAAAAAENs/9yzcldaVIvM/s320/DSC07579.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531423698282038674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The $250,000 winner.  This is a pencil drawing - and you can see how big it is.  Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOQir7lVeI/AAAAAAAAENk/pRJWSwyOP9Q/s1600/DSC07581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOQir7lVeI/AAAAAAAAENk/pRJWSwyOP9Q/s320/DSC07581.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531423692923688418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOQh0hK5cI/AAAAAAAAENc/ba0R-7ta1yU/s1600/DSC07597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOQh0hK5cI/AAAAAAAAENc/ba0R-7ta1yU/s320/DSC07597.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531423678048953794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had an amazing time, exploring art and our city.  Won't you consider journeying to Grand Rapids next fall to check out one of the coolest cities and art competitions in the world?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-8703536195531843207?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/8703536195531843207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=8703536195531843207&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/8703536195531843207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/8703536195531843207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2010/10/artprize-2010.html' title='ArtPrize 2010'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TMOZIJlzysI/AAAAAAAAERM/uECM4KMhOWg/s72-c/DSC07474.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-850375691890301145</id><published>2010-09-26T14:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T15:08:18.521-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG Announcement</title><content type='html'>I'd like to say that our big announcement is that I'm planning on blogging a lot more frequently.  But if you look at my most recent post, it's from September 1 - nearly a month ago.  I certainly haven't been too good at keeping up with things on here.  My apologies.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;However, I think that my BIG announcement is much, much better than that!  In fact, I think I'll let &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jayce&lt;/span&gt; tell you himself:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jayce&lt;/span&gt;:  I have a surprise for you!  It's a secret!  My mommy has a sister in her belly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, truthfully, we don't &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; that it's a sister yet.  I'd say that part is wishful thinking on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jayce's&lt;/span&gt; part.  But we are expecting again!  Jeremy and I are beyond thrilled and excited and apprehensive.  While we certainly we not surprised by our third baby, suddenly the realization that we need more space is hitting us.  We'll see how that works out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Telling &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jayce&lt;/span&gt; about our newest addition has certainly led to some interesting conversations, such as this one:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jayce&lt;/span&gt;:  Mommy, my sister is in your belly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:  So, you think it's going to be a girl-baby?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jayce&lt;/span&gt;:  Yes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:  What if the baby is a boy-baby?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jayce&lt;/span&gt;:  Then it's a sister-boy-baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:  What should we name the baby?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jayce&lt;/span&gt;:  girl-baby sister!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think that the next seven months or so are going to be very interesting around here!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-850375691890301145?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/850375691890301145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=850375691890301145&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/850375691890301145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/850375691890301145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2010/09/big-announcement.html' title='BIG Announcement'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-4002378523835973540</id><published>2010-09-01T19:45:00.020-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T16:42:11.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Munising, MI</title><content type='html'>I guess we're starting at the end of our trip.  I started uploading photos of our recent family vacation, and realized that it would be insanely long.  Therefore:  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Munising&lt;/span&gt;, Michigan.&lt;div&gt;Kevin and Rachel flew up from Virgina a couple of weeks ago to enjoy a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mahan&lt;/span&gt; family tradition:  &lt;a href="http://www.gitche.net/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gitche&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gumee&lt;/span&gt; Bible Camp&lt;/a&gt;.  Because they were flying out the day after camp ended, the whole family traveled to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Munising&lt;/span&gt;, MI to take in some beautiful scenery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here we are hiking a short path to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Munising&lt;/span&gt; Falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH8OJo6mZ8I/AAAAAAAAEMs/YA0m3Ku7hfM/s1600/Munising_0002-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH8OJo6mZ8I/AAAAAAAAEMs/YA0m3Ku7hfM/s320/Munising_0002-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512140027689592770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My Dad and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Grayson&lt;/span&gt;, checking out the falling water.  The boys were surprisingly interested in doing a lot of the sight seeing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH8OJNg0HhI/AAAAAAAAEMk/SH5IvZutzlU/s1600/Munising_0008-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH8OJNg0HhI/AAAAAAAAEMk/SH5IvZutzlU/s320/Munising_0008-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512140020333682194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They just weren't as interested in posing for pictures.  Keep in mind this was the end of the week - don't you just love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Grayson's&lt;/span&gt; "death stare"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH8Mxy5xILI/AAAAAAAAEMc/ImifAneKcS4/s1600/Munising_0018-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH8Mxy5xILI/AAAAAAAAEMc/ImifAneKcS4/s320/Munising_0018-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512138518541967538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Such beautiful scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH8MxSOXrwI/AAAAAAAAEMU/QPolEav52wU/s1600/Munising_0019-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH8MxSOXrwI/AAAAAAAAEMU/QPolEav52wU/s320/Munising_0019-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512138509770010370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Climbing down from the upper viewing area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH8MwXbdebI/AAAAAAAAEMM/AeusG5g7jKg/s1600/Munising_0028-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH8MwXbdebI/AAAAAAAAEMM/AeusG5g7jKg/s320/Munising_0028-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512138493987223986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Look, Mom!  That's where I just was.  Up there!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH8GlOpV32I/AAAAAAAAEME/hM-rPYUMgAY/s1600/Munising_0030-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH8GlOpV32I/AAAAAAAAEME/hM-rPYUMgAY/s320/Munising_0030-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512131705581199202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The family posing on one of the bridges along the trail to the falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH8GkpFyWdI/AAAAAAAAEL8/MQLozc2l5g8/s1600/Munising_0041-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH8GkpFyWdI/AAAAAAAAEL8/MQLozc2l5g8/s320/Munising_0041-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512131695499958738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We kept driving down the coast and found this awesome place!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH_50_us4SI/AAAAAAAAEM0/JEb67TWcpn0/s1600/Munising_0049-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH_50_us4SI/AAAAAAAAEM0/JEb67TWcpn0/s320/Munising_0049-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512399157780603170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a retired Coast Guard station.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH8DXEYanwI/AAAAAAAAELU/FOhZYuy05RY/s1600/Munising_0070-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH8DXEYanwI/AAAAAAAAELU/FOhZYuy05RY/s320/Munising_0070-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512128163772800770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you can see, there was an overturned life boat along the shore line that made a fantastic photographic opportunity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH8GkOO1PyI/AAAAAAAAEL0/U2pOkjEz4v0/s1600/Munising_0048-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH8GkOO1PyI/AAAAAAAAEL0/U2pOkjEz4v0/s320/Munising_0048-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512131688290139938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our family even got in on the action.  Although, I was a little nervous being on this obviously deteriorating wooden boat.  I thought I'd be going in the water to fish out a child or my husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH8GjkvLNHI/AAAAAAAAELs/ULWecq8Ma6s/s1600/Munising_0054-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH8GjkvLNHI/AAAAAAAAELs/ULWecq8Ma6s/s320/Munising_0054-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512131677151507570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Obviously everyone wasn't so into posing for pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH8DYXD_pwI/AAAAAAAAELk/IQcUBORzPVM/s1600/Munising_0052-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH8DYXD_pwI/AAAAAAAAELk/IQcUBORzPVM/s320/Munising_0052-2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512128185967290114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They preferred to explore.  Off they went down the beach to see what kind of mischief they could get into.  Those are tracks that the boats would ride down to get in the water from the Coast Guard building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH8DX1gyoPI/AAAAAAAAELc/kacG7o16dEo/s1600/Munising_0059-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH8DX1gyoPI/AAAAAAAAELc/kacG7o16dEo/s320/Munising_0059-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512128176961265906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another vantage point.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH8DWo0cTxI/AAAAAAAAELM/avcBempqZro/s1600/Munising_0072-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH8DWo0cTxI/AAAAAAAAELM/avcBempqZro/s320/Munising_0072-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512128156374159122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The sand was a brilliant pink/red color.  I think this picture will do well for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;scrapbooking&lt;/span&gt; - whenever I find the time to start again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH8BKsDmhPI/AAAAAAAAELE/USyWgEVMX5g/s1600/Munising_0082-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH8BKsDmhPI/AAAAAAAAELE/USyWgEVMX5g/s320/Munising_0082-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512125752061363442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom and Dad wanted an opportunity to get a nice shot together.  I suppose it could have been better without the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;rugrats&lt;/span&gt; in the background, but I'm guessing they will like that aspect of the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH8BJ6vtO-I/AAAAAAAAEK8/Y1s_U81UJjQ/s1600/Munising_0088-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH8BJ6vtO-I/AAAAAAAAEK8/Y1s_U81UJjQ/s320/Munising_0088-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512125738824580066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;London Bridge anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH8BJklRvDI/AAAAAAAAEK0/ijYwH2pXYcM/s1600/Munising_0092-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH8BJklRvDI/AAAAAAAAEK0/ijYwH2pXYcM/s320/Munising_0092-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512125732875254834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was inside the Coast Guard building.  I'm not sure what it's being used for now other than storage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH8BI8YWc4I/AAAAAAAAEKs/0WB5Hj3BBsY/s1600/Munising_0104-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH8BI8YWc4I/AAAAAAAAEKs/0WB5Hj3BBsY/s320/Munising_0104-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512125722083619714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After dinner, a dip in the swimming pool, and a good nights rest, we were off exploring again before Kevin and Rachel had to get to their flight.  This time we hiked to Miners Castle Falls.  While we thought it was a relatively short hike, it really felt much longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH7-oPo7QrI/AAAAAAAAEKk/pmjzA3jwOmo/s1600/DSC07369-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH7-oPo7QrI/AAAAAAAAEKk/pmjzA3jwOmo/s320/DSC07369-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512122961294475954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Jayce&lt;/span&gt; was lucky enough to get a ride from many different people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH7-nbaUIrI/AAAAAAAAEKc/obd1EuFzKP8/s1600/Munising_0112-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH7-nbaUIrI/AAAAAAAAEKc/obd1EuFzKP8/s320/Munising_0112-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512122947274547890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Grayson&lt;/span&gt; got a ride too.  Can you see the falls in the background?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH7-mw2fPEI/AAAAAAAAEKU/bl6FUFu34ds/s1600/Munising_0113-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH7-mw2fPEI/AAAAAAAAEKU/bl6FUFu34ds/s320/Munising_0113-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512122935849991234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A better view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH7-mA6AgjI/AAAAAAAAEKM/6o208HPU15c/s1600/Munising_0114-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH7-mA6AgjI/AAAAAAAAEKM/6o208HPU15c/s320/Munising_0114-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512122922979852850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is Miners Castle, part of the Pictured Rocks National Shoreline. The picture is unedited because it didn't really need a bump in color:  this is exactly how it looked in person.  It was absolutely beautiful.  The color of the water, the rocks, the trees and even the kayaks totally complimented each other.  I've now added to my list of places I want to see in the Upper Peninsula the rest of the Pictured Rocks National Shoreline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH77iYRR4MI/AAAAAAAAEKE/LUqAeXehw_k/s1600/Munising_0116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH77iYRR4MI/AAAAAAAAEKE/LUqAeXehw_k/s320/Munising_0116.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512119561997115586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I couldn't take enough pictures at this place.  It was seriously one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen.  I can't imagine what it would look like for one of the people in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH77hgiKPXI/AAAAAAAAEJ8/qXds719j-js/s1600/Munising_0119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH77hgiKPXI/AAAAAAAAEJ8/qXds719j-js/s320/Munising_0119.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512119547035532658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Grayson&lt;/span&gt; had a bad habit of grabbing glasses: Kevin complied this time and let him wear his sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH77hDzTIfI/AAAAAAAAEJ0/n0c0kvwYHno/s1600/Munising_0121-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH77hDzTIfI/AAAAAAAAEJ0/n0c0kvwYHno/s320/Munising_0121-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512119539322790386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Kevin and Rachel at Miners Castle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH75CQms4rI/AAAAAAAAEJk/sTbJpt-HL7A/s1600/Munising_0126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH75CQms4rI/AAAAAAAAEJk/sTbJpt-HL7A/s320/Munising_0126.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512116811160412850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We stopped for a very quick lunch before my Mom and Dad took Kevin and Rachel to the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH75B9avmEI/AAAAAAAAEJc/85PQG7JwF5I/s1600/DSC07373-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH75B9avmEI/AAAAAAAAEJc/85PQG7JwF5I/s320/DSC07373-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512116806009985090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we had to say our goodbyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH75BaNNiAI/AAAAAAAAEJU/TGLMs37zl-A/s1600/DSC07377-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH75BaNNiAI/AAAAAAAAEJU/TGLMs37zl-A/s320/DSC07377-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512116796557985794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While Mom and Dad took Kevin and Rachel to the airport, we took the kids on a glass-bottom boat Shipwreck Tour.  This is the building we left from in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Munising&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH75Az8f79I/AAAAAAAAEJM/_c_rt9wJ5MM/s1600/DSC07379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH75Az8f79I/AAAAAAAAEJM/_c_rt9wJ5MM/s320/DSC07379.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512116786287341522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once we got on the boat, the boys got to have their lunch:  cheese and crackers, cucumbers, and fruit snacks.  Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH73J6GZXJI/AAAAAAAAEJE/ZQpc5cZBS14/s1600/DSC07382-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH73J6GZXJI/AAAAAAAAEJE/ZQpc5cZBS14/s320/DSC07382-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512114743535033490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Peeking out the window as the boat got going.  He wanted to see where we were headed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH73Jt7RxxI/AAAAAAAAEI8/fWZsuTBOz30/s1600/Shipwreck+Cruise_0005-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH73Jt7RxxI/AAAAAAAAEI8/fWZsuTBOz30/s320/Shipwreck+Cruise_0005-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512114740267173650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's hard for a nearly two-year-old boy to sit still...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH73I4RCR7I/AAAAAAAAEI0/VG_Nhq_17Co/s1600/Shipwreck+Cruise_0007-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH73I4RCR7I/AAAAAAAAEI0/VG_Nhq_17Co/s320/Shipwreck+Cruise_0007-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512114725862918066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of the views as we made our way out to the first shipwreck site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH73IQsxbaI/AAAAAAAAEIs/SvWM2yH48-4/s1600/Shipwreck+Cruise_0008-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH73IQsxbaI/AAAAAAAAEIs/SvWM2yH48-4/s320/Shipwreck+Cruise_0008-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512114715241835938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We came across another boat, just like ours, at the first site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH70z76gdMI/AAAAAAAAEIk/uCjjGbpjQ-s/s1600/Shipwreck+Cruise_0010-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH70z76gdMI/AAAAAAAAEIk/uCjjGbpjQ-s/s320/Shipwreck+Cruise_0010-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512112167041660098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our first glimpse.  On the bottom deck of the boats, there were viewing wells that opened up (they were benches other wise) and allowed the passengers to look down clearly under the water.  While I was busy taking a few first shots, and Jeremy was keeping Jayce busy, Grayson took it upon himself to get a good look of the first shipwreck.  He nearly fell into the five foot deep viewing well (which was difficult to actually do, but he found a way) but for the kindness of a stranger who saw him starting to go over the side and grabbed him.  Thankfully he was just startled and not hurt.  The gentleman on the microphone telling us about the different wrecks we were seeing said later on that they have had to go into the wells for many things before that people had dropped, but that this was the first time he almost had to go in after a child.  That's my Grayson!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH70zQb4RPI/AAAAAAAAEIc/OrxDtqWhDSs/s1600/Shipwreck+Cruise_0015-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH70zQb4RPI/AAAAAAAAEIc/OrxDtqWhDSs/s320/Shipwreck+Cruise_0015-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512112155370472690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was amazing how clear everything way - like you could almost reach out and touch it, even though most of the artifacts were still 5-25 ft underwater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH70ySCT7nI/AAAAAAAAEIU/RH-iim3Ah3Y/s1600/DSC07392-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH70ySCT7nI/AAAAAAAAEIU/RH-iim3Ah3Y/s320/DSC07392-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512112138620235378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The area we were in was at the very beginning on the Pictured Rocks National Shoreline, so I took way too many pictures of the scenery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH70xxgZU8I/AAAAAAAAEIM/F2f4czpVB4Y/s1600/Shipwreck+Cruise_0060-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH70xxgZU8I/AAAAAAAAEIM/F2f4czpVB4Y/s320/Shipwreck+Cruise_0060-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512112129888048066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Totally amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH7qOM_evII/AAAAAAAAEIE/0r7zYgLRByo/s1600/Shipwreck+Cruise_0021-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH7qOM_evII/AAAAAAAAEIE/0r7zYgLRByo/s320/Shipwreck+Cruise_0021-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512100523674614914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A lighthouse we passed on our way to one of the wrecks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH7qNQB7UWI/AAAAAAAAEH8/blGVQRoW6s8/s1600/Shipwreck+Cruise_0041-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH7qNQB7UWI/AAAAAAAAEH8/blGVQRoW6s8/s320/Shipwreck+Cruise_0041-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512100507310313826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The boys had a hard time being interested in everything along our boat ride.  Jayce got creative with his crackers (see no evil, hear no evil, speak no evil) and Grayson explored ways to derail the rest of the trip and get into things he shouldn't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TIAJRX_IOiI/AAAAAAAAENE/MO9ZWl_bZEI/s1600/2010_08_14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TIAJRX_IOiI/AAAAAAAAENE/MO9ZWl_bZEI/s320/2010_08_14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512416138002709026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the Upper Peninsula, highway 2 runs right along the Lake Michigan shoreline.  There are many, many places you can pull off the side of the road and take a quick dip or put your toes in the water.  So we did.  My parents managed to catch up to us (or we caught up with them) in the UP so they stopped with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TIAIxTbBriI/AAAAAAAAEM8/KYdL1Ov0--I/s1600/Lk+Michigan+beach_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TIAIxTbBriI/AAAAAAAAEM8/KYdL1Ov0--I/s320/Lk+Michigan+beach_0004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512415587021729314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We should have realized that we wouldn't stay clean and dry (and should have left a change of clothes out), but playing in the sand was totally worth it.  Here's Grayson in a hold Jeremy dug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH7qMwgAm7I/AAAAAAAAEH0/YhprzzXRXDs/s1600/Lk+Michigan+beach_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH7qMwgAm7I/AAAAAAAAEH0/YhprzzXRXDs/s320/Lk+Michigan+beach_0020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512100498846555058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jayce jumping into the same hole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH7qMe_NyvI/AAAAAAAAEHs/FfT0nKG-Mv0/s1600/Lk+Michigan+beach_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH7qMe_NyvI/AAAAAAAAEHs/FfT0nKG-Mv0/s320/Lk+Michigan+beach_0024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512100494145604338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We don't get too many opportunities to take pictures with just us, so we posed with the beautiful background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH7nW1-nJ6I/AAAAAAAAEHk/K415BNgDY_s/s1600/Lk+Michigan+beach_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH7nW1-nJ6I/AAAAAAAAEHk/K415BNgDY_s/s320/Lk+Michigan+beach_0041.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512097373580896162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After crossing the Mackinac Bridge, we stopped in Mackinaw City to eat dinner and explore some souvenir shops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH7nWS5KsfI/AAAAAAAAEHc/GSSQrNqsmkY/s1600/DSC07428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH7nWS5KsfI/AAAAAAAAEHc/GSSQrNqsmkY/s320/DSC07428.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512097364162818546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We found a restaurant that didn't have an hour long wait on a Saturday night, and Jeremy carved the boys' names in our booth, which was covered with other carvings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH7nV1dsjEI/AAAAAAAAEHU/nCmaSTweJiQ/s1600/DSC07435-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH7nV1dsjEI/AAAAAAAAEHU/nCmaSTweJiQ/s320/DSC07435-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512097356262968386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we got to see the sun set with the bridge, all lit up for the night, in the background.  A beautiful ending to a wonderful family vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH7nVMxrrAI/AAAAAAAAEHM/ixLM5KF04W4/s1600/Mackinac+Bridge_0016-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH7nVMxrrAI/AAAAAAAAEHM/ixLM5KF04W4/s320/Mackinac+Bridge_0016-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512097345340943362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm already counting down the days until we go back again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-4002378523835973540?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/4002378523835973540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=4002378523835973540&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/4002378523835973540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/4002378523835973540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2010/09/munising-mi.html' title='Munising, MI'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH8OJo6mZ8I/AAAAAAAAEMs/YA0m3Ku7hfM/s72-c/Munising_0002-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-1357477388612524681</id><published>2010-09-01T14:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T19:14:46.518-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Does This Mean?**REVISED**</title><content type='html'>Can you guess what this is?  Or what it means?  Tune in later today to find out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH6WB07RdbI/AAAAAAAAEG0/qv9byduyEqg/s1600/Munising_0075-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH6WB07RdbI/AAAAAAAAEG0/qv9byduyEqg/s320/Munising_0075-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512007952079353266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was Jayce's attempt at writing his name in the sand in Munising, MI while we were on a family vacation a couple of weeks ago.  Yes, I'm that behind.  I'm trying to get all my photos edited and ready to post, so hang in there:  we should have some new stuff soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH7chsqjxkI/AAAAAAAAEHE/KD_TburoFKU/s1600/Munising_0077-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH7chsqjxkI/AAAAAAAAEHE/KD_TburoFKU/s320/Munising_0077-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512085465431524930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH7cg3SkXBI/AAAAAAAAEG8/httTxQwL6EM/s1600/Munising_0079-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH7cg3SkXBI/AAAAAAAAEG8/httTxQwL6EM/s320/Munising_0079-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512085451103820818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-1357477388612524681?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/1357477388612524681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=1357477388612524681&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/1357477388612524681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/1357477388612524681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-does-this-mean.html' title='What Does This Mean?**REVISED**'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TH6WB07RdbI/AAAAAAAAEG0/qv9byduyEqg/s72-c/Munising_0075-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-1994803550618417534</id><published>2010-08-20T08:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T08:52:33.121-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Grayson!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TG55nC0jB1I/AAAAAAAAEGc/Imh2cjNNYwY/s1600/DSC07266.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TG55nC0jB1I/AAAAAAAAEGc/Imh2cjNNYwY/s320/DSC07266.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507473105999824722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years ago today, I was a very tired and very pregnant Mama, eagerly awaiting the birth of her second-born.  I can't believe it's already been two years!  Happy Birthday, Grayson!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TG55n1_BddI/AAAAAAAAEGs/OXry_2T8Cu8/s1600/DSC07120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TG55n1_BddI/AAAAAAAAEGs/OXry_2T8Cu8/s320/DSC07120.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507473119733970386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TG55npw6ruI/AAAAAAAAEGk/bmwKiLvt2B8/s1600/DSC07131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TG55npw6ruI/AAAAAAAAEGk/bmwKiLvt2B8/s320/DSC07131.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507473116453580514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;**These photos are from our recent trip to Gitche Gumee and our birthday celebration for Grayson that we had with Kevin and Rachel.**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-1994803550618417534?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/1994803550618417534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=1994803550618417534&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/1994803550618417534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/1994803550618417534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-birthday-grayson.html' title='Happy Birthday, Grayson!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TG55nC0jB1I/AAAAAAAAEGc/Imh2cjNNYwY/s72-c/DSC07266.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-2343064651254714662</id><published>2010-07-30T23:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T23:31:28.407-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There Are Tigers In My Mall!</title><content type='html'>Can you believe this!  My husband was working a long shift the other day, so in a desperate attempt to preserve my sanity, I took the kids to the mall to play.  Much to my surprise, there were three &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;tigers&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; along with other wild animals.  The cages were flimsily constructed with a fence that would hold back nothing surrounding it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TFOWTbWsplI/AAAAAAAAEGU/zgxtnqoBZTE/s1600/-downsized_0728001808.jpg-"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TFOWTbWsplI/AAAAAAAAEGU/zgxtnqoBZTE/s320/-downsized_0728001808.jpg-" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499904830454146642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;Thankfully there were two cubs and an adolescent there.  The best part is this:  the tigers were there with an organization that was raising money for tiger rescues.  One could pay $25 to allow two people into the tiger cage for a period of time.  Pretty cool, until I saw one of the cubs playfully chewing on a "trainer".  I then determined that I would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; allow my two small children in the cage with the animals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TFOWS1vC4WI/AAAAAAAAEGM/p5gg2fjj6iU/s1600/-downsized_0728001707.jpg-"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TFOWS1vC4WI/AAAAAAAAEGM/p5gg2fjj6iU/s320/-downsized_0728001707.jpg-" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499904820355719522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It sure was fun to see the tigers at the mall today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-2343064651254714662?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/2343064651254714662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=2343064651254714662&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/2343064651254714662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/2343064651254714662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2010/07/there-are-tigers-in-my-mall.html' title='There Are Tigers In My Mall!'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TFOWTbWsplI/AAAAAAAAEGU/zgxtnqoBZTE/s72-c/-downsized_0728001808.jpg-' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-5802806275998352760</id><published>2010-07-27T14:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T15:18:53.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Kick-Butt Workout</title><content type='html'>Today, I thought I'd get a little exercise and take the kids to the park near our house - on bike!  I've biked to this park a few other times, and I always felt like I had a decent workout, but today was completely different.  For the first time biking to this park, I was pulling over 90 pounds behind me in the shape of my two children and their trailer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TE8oNV3ExRI/AAAAAAAAEGE/2k6DvN-Kfgg/s1600/-downsized_0727001132.jpg-"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TE8oNV3ExRI/AAAAAAAAEGE/2k6DvN-Kfgg/s320/-downsized_0727001132.jpg-" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498657879714219282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids had a blast playing at the park - their legs didn't ache from the ride there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TE8oM4ZxCzI/AAAAAAAAEF8/4RADAZsPRbg/s1600/-downsized_0727001134.jpg-"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TE8oM4ZxCzI/AAAAAAAAEF8/4RADAZsPRbg/s320/-downsized_0727001134.jpg-" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498657871806663474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After they determined the playground equipment was too hot, they took to inventive playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TE8oMUcL1jI/AAAAAAAAEF0/QSRWLBh1GR0/s1600/-downsized_0727001135.jpg-"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TE8oMUcL1jI/AAAAAAAAEF0/QSRWLBh1GR0/s320/-downsized_0727001135.jpg-" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498657862153131570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was running around trees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TE8oL0o2ABI/AAAAAAAAEFs/IJfqhvz4u_8/s1600/-downsized_0727001136.jpg-"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TE8oL0o2ABI/AAAAAAAAEFs/IJfqhvz4u_8/s320/-downsized_0727001136.jpg-" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498657853616291858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hanging out at the picnic tables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TE8oLuSWGSI/AAAAAAAAEFk/Br6zskMMtNg/s1600/-downsized_0727001137.jpg-"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TE8oLuSWGSI/AAAAAAAAEFk/Br6zskMMtNg/s320/-downsized_0727001137.jpg-" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498657851911313698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Walking on the picnic tables (and yes, I quickly removed him as soon as I snapped a quick photo).  Grayson soon found this activity to be dangerous.  At our house, Grayson tried this and fell off - thankfully he didn't get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TE8n4pB06YI/AAAAAAAAEFc/yP-cFCNHpug/s1600/-downsized_0727001142.jpg-"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TE8n4pB06YI/AAAAAAAAEFc/yP-cFCNHpug/s320/-downsized_0727001142.jpg-" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498657524082338178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Playing near the disgusting water.  I'm so thankful we didn't get too close. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TE8n4OAD56I/AAAAAAAAEFU/wIIonoOSXTk/s1600/-downsized_0727001144.jpg-"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TE8n4OAD56I/AAAAAAAAEFU/wIIonoOSXTk/s320/-downsized_0727001144.jpg-" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498657516827174818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We finally did get around to playing with the playground equipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TE8n33J2-bI/AAAAAAAAEFM/POvYKsRr71g/s1600/-downsized_0727001146.jpg-"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TE8n33J2-bI/AAAAAAAAEFM/POvYKsRr71g/s320/-downsized_0727001146.jpg-" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498657510694255026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We just played underneath.  In the shade.  It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TE8n3i7IKWI/AAAAAAAAEFE/CEbWRZLKC00/s1600/-downsized_0727001146a.jpg-"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TE8n3i7IKWI/AAAAAAAAEFE/CEbWRZLKC00/s320/-downsized_0727001146a.jpg-" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498657505263757666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The downfall to our day, trying to get back home.  Apparently, the path to the park is mostly downhill, so my tired legs had to pedal up hill, pulling 90 plus pounds, all the way home.  I don't think my legs will ever be the same again.  That's a good thing, right??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-5802806275998352760?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/5802806275998352760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=5802806275998352760&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/5802806275998352760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/5802806275998352760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2010/07/kick-butt-workout.html' title='A Kick-Butt Workout'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TE8oNV3ExRI/AAAAAAAAEGE/2k6DvN-Kfgg/s72-c/-downsized_0727001132.jpg-' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-5047257522071552427</id><published>2010-07-26T21:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T21:51:39.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i {heart} faces</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iheartfaces.com/" mce_href="http://www.iheartfaces.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.iheartfaces.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/I_Heart_Faces_Photography_125.jpg" mce_src="http://www.iheartfaces.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/05/I_Heart_Faces_Photography_125.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm actually entering a photo this week!  Go me!!  This week's theme is "Purple".  I didn't really consider how hard it would be to find a photo for this theme until I realized that all I take photos of is my kids - and I have two boys!!  After searching for a while, I came across this photo of my kids from one week day night.  They tend to get a little wild and crazy in the evening, and this night was no exception.  It just included a couple of my headbands!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TE46yrREDQI/AAAAAAAAEE8/C6Ydhk7TDpI/s1600/Silly+boys_0009-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TE46yrREDQI/AAAAAAAAEE8/C6Ydhk7TDpI/s320/Silly+boys_0009-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498396837348117762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As always, click on over to &lt;a href="http://www.iheartfaces.com/2010/07/week-30-%E2%80%A2-purple-photo-challenge/#more-1616"&gt;i {heart} faces&lt;/a&gt; to check out all the other awesome entries!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-5047257522071552427?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/5047257522071552427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=5047257522071552427&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/5047257522071552427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/5047257522071552427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-heart-faces.html' title='i {heart} faces'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TE46yrREDQI/AAAAAAAAEE8/C6Ydhk7TDpI/s72-c/Silly+boys_0009-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-1234193178330206623</id><published>2010-07-25T16:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T19:19:19.971-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Undergoing Construction</title><content type='html'>Please be patient!!!  We'll be back, better than ever very soon!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***I think I'm finally done!***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-1234193178330206623?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/1234193178330206623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=1234193178330206623&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/1234193178330206623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/1234193178330206623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2010/07/undergoing-construction.html' title='Undergoing Construction'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-7289724109354107210</id><published>2010-07-23T09:47:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T10:20:39.598-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Berry Cream Muffins</title><content type='html'>On a suggestion from a friend on F&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;acebook&lt;/span&gt; (who also reads my blog), I'm posting a fantastic recipe that I baked yesterday.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEmfbAKzT-I/AAAAAAAAEDc/GJJKPlmQBOo/s1600/Muffins_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEmfbAKzT-I/AAAAAAAAEDc/GJJKPlmQBOo/s320/Muffins_0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497100106432991202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; It's a recipe borrowed from the Taste of Home Cookbook:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BERRY CREAM MUFFINS&lt;br /&gt;2 cups all-purpose flour&lt;br /&gt;1 cup sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp baking powder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp baking soda&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp salt&lt;br /&gt;Combine these and set aside.&lt;br /&gt;1-1/2 cup berries &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;(The recipe calls for 1-1/2 cup berries to be tossed in the dry mixture, but I mashed them and added them to the wet mixture.  And I used closer to 2 cups of berries.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs, lightly beaten&lt;br /&gt;1 cup (8 ounces) sour cream &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;(I substituted 1 cup &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;low fat&lt;/span&gt; vanilla yogurt)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup vegetable oil &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;(I substituted 1/2 cup applesauce - healthier!)(However, I figured out that you need a little bit of the oil.  I did about half oil, half applesauce on the second batch which turned out a bit better.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/2 tsp vanilla&lt;br /&gt;Combine wet ingredients; mix well. Stir into dry ingredients until &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt; moistened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Fill greased muffin cups 2/3 full. Bake at 400 degrees for 18-22 minutes &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;(I think it was a couple minutes longer for me.  I'm pretty sure they were in there for 25-27 minutes.)&lt;/span&gt; or until a toothpick comes out clean. Cool for 5 minutes before removing from pan to wire rack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;color:#000000;"&gt;As my mother-in-law commented, "They taste like more!" meaning she wanted more after just having one.  These things are so good and so addictive!  Beware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEmfa5fW5RI/AAAAAAAAEDU/EMPHO5RQAxY/s1600/Muffins_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEmfa5fW5RI/AAAAAAAAEDU/EMPHO5RQAxY/s320/Muffins_0002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497100104640161042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I did manage to get about a dozen of raspberry and a dozen of blueberry into the freezer (I made 2 dozen - one batch - of each).  Hopefully they freeze well.  I suppose time will tell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEmfaI1KWLI/AAAAAAAAEDM/EEcqn7CR-Vc/s1600/Muffins_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEmfaI1KWLI/AAAAAAAAEDM/EEcqn7CR-Vc/s320/Muffins_0003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497100091578276018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I think I need a muffin now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-7289724109354107210?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/7289724109354107210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=7289724109354107210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/7289724109354107210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/7289724109354107210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2010/07/berry-cream-muffins.html' title='Berry Cream Muffins'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEmfbAKzT-I/AAAAAAAAEDc/GJJKPlmQBOo/s72-c/Muffins_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-8989274708943614154</id><published>2010-07-22T09:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T11:31:18.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>#400 Post - Alternately Titled: Box Boys</title><content type='html'>I'll agree with you.  This totally looks like one of my laundry tubs.  However, to those with a wild imagination, this can be many things...&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEhheD3h-uI/AAAAAAAAEDE/xKInQ9m1f_Y/s1600/Box+Boys_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEhheD3h-uI/AAAAAAAAEDE/xKInQ9m1f_Y/s320/Box+Boys_0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496750514267880162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It can be a toy to climb in and out of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEhhdpCdQ9I/AAAAAAAAEC8/j9d7aYTMVWY/s1600/Box+Boys_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEhhdpCdQ9I/AAAAAAAAEC8/j9d7aYTMVWY/s320/Box+Boys_0004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496750507065951186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It can be a race car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEhhdZC3W8I/AAAAAAAAEC0/lIvIT6xfMI4/s1600/Box+Boys_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEhhdZC3W8I/AAAAAAAAEC0/lIvIT6xfMI4/s320/Box+Boys_0007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496750502772693954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It can be a way to test gravity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEhhcSsXlmI/AAAAAAAAECs/iGTvPj6y1T4/s1600/Box+Boys_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEhhcSsXlmI/AAAAAAAAECs/iGTvPj6y1T4/s320/Box+Boys_0011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496750483887855202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It can be a hiding place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEhhbmM9XdI/AAAAAAAAECk/V78OGqMYct8/s1600/Box+Boys_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEhhbmM9XdI/AAAAAAAAECk/V78OGqMYct8/s320/Box+Boys_0013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496750471944953298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It can be a clubhouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEhN8TQPEQI/AAAAAAAAECc/VhhUBPGomJ4/s1600/Box+Boys_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEhN8TQPEQI/AAAAAAAAECc/VhhUBPGomJ4/s320/Box+Boys_0015.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496729043561550082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It can be a way to work together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEhN7njrpLI/AAAAAAAAECU/IpOEE5Y37oE/s1600/Box+Boys_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEhN7njrpLI/AAAAAAAAECU/IpOEE5Y37oE/s320/Box+Boys_0020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496729031831954610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It can be a place for a silly dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEhN7Fa0eoI/AAAAAAAAECM/61rQN3pBFdY/s1600/Box+Boys_0021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEhN7Fa0eoI/AAAAAAAAECM/61rQN3pBFdY/s320/Box+Boys_0021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496729022667979394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It can be a turtle shell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEhN6oSywgI/AAAAAAAAECE/IaU5145KsvA/s1600/Box+Boys_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEhN6oSywgI/AAAAAAAAECE/IaU5145KsvA/s320/Box+Boys_0024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496729014849683970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most importantly, it can be a way for two little boys to spend an hour before bedtime playing and laughing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-8989274708943614154?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/8989274708943614154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=8989274708943614154&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/8989274708943614154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/8989274708943614154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2010/07/400-post-alternately-titled-box-boys.html' title='#400 Post - Alternately Titled: Box Boys'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEhheD3h-uI/AAAAAAAAEDE/xKInQ9m1f_Y/s72-c/Box+Boys_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-2870033171335847873</id><published>2010-07-21T22:25:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T23:53:34.468-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chicago</title><content type='html'>A couple of weekends ago, our family made the trek to Chicago (technically Indiana) to visit some &lt;a href="http://macschreib.blogspot.com/"&gt;family&lt;/a&gt; that was "in town" visiting from Arizona.  While we adore all of our Arizona family, we were thrilled to be able to see Mike and Megan, and to meet their adorable daughter, Minuet!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEe2atTH3cI/AAAAAAAAEB8/26Up_-KTLYA/s1600/Chicago_0002-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEe2atTH3cI/AAAAAAAAEB8/26Up_-KTLYA/s320/Chicago_0002-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496562440181636546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids had fun playing "together" for an evening - let's be honest: together just means they played in the same general area.  I think this is the only photo of all three kids in the same area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEe2aGzrKUI/AAAAAAAAEB0/dM3xMqJGSow/s1600/Chicago_0003-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEe2aGzrKUI/AAAAAAAAEB0/dM3xMqJGSow/s320/Chicago_0003-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496562429849184578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Grayson&lt;/span&gt; got a kick out of this singing, dancing flower pot.  I was thrilled, however, to leave the next morning and to never hear that thing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEe2ZphD6mI/AAAAAAAAEBs/9gUh3cX1KjY/s1600/Chicago_0007-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEe2ZphD6mI/AAAAAAAAEBs/9gUh3cX1KjY/s320/Chicago_0007-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496562421986486882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Isn't she adorable!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEe2ZKfKLPI/AAAAAAAAEBk/3bx2CkGFf_Q/s1600/Chicago_0012-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEe2ZKfKLPI/AAAAAAAAEBk/3bx2CkGFf_Q/s320/Chicago_0012-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496562413657009394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jayce&lt;/span&gt;, of course, gravitated towards some cars that Megan's grandparents had to play with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEe2YcNYDoI/AAAAAAAAEBc/l1asErI08qA/s1600/Chicago_0014-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEe2YcNYDoI/AAAAAAAAEBc/l1asErI08qA/s320/Chicago_0014-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496562401234390658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Grayson&lt;/span&gt; tried his hand at ping pong.  The only problem was that the ping pong table was also a pool table and he got confused over which balls to hit across the net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEe0g8YtcdI/AAAAAAAAEBU/vXifcb1v6Vg/s1600/Chicago_0016-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEe0g8YtcdI/AAAAAAAAEBU/vXifcb1v6Vg/s320/Chicago_0016-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496560348287562194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Minuet loved our Bob and Larry that we brought along.  I'd like to say she's giving Bob a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEe0gdymoBI/AAAAAAAAEBM/jr0ENTUpr44/s1600/Chicago_0020-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEe0gdymoBI/AAAAAAAAEBM/jr0ENTUpr44/s320/Chicago_0020-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496560340074668050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Grayson&lt;/span&gt; working out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEe0fzwdpZI/AAAAAAAAEBE/oVJRrC-ZmLM/s1600/Chicago_0021-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEe0fzwdpZI/AAAAAAAAEBE/oVJRrC-ZmLM/s320/Chicago_0021-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496560328791401874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jayce&lt;/span&gt; being silly with Minuet.  I suppose they kind of played together after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEe0fao_8sI/AAAAAAAAEA8/hmeXDgryDk8/s1600/Chicago_0024-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEe0fao_8sI/AAAAAAAAEA8/hmeXDgryDk8/s320/Chicago_0024-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496560322049209026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I absolutely love her blue eyes!  And she has the sweetest smile and giggle.  It was so fun getting to meet this little lady (and getting to see her parents again!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEey07nyuuI/AAAAAAAAEA0/3PolJmtf3Lg/s1600/Chicago_0028-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEey07nyuuI/AAAAAAAAEA0/3PolJmtf3Lg/s320/Chicago_0028-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496558492656515810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since we were in the Chicago area, we decided to go into the city for a day.  We spent Saturday at the &lt;a href="http://www.chicagochildrensmuseum.org/"&gt;Chicago Children's Museum&lt;/a&gt;.  The kids had fun playing in their Block Party exhibit.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jayce&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Grayson&lt;/span&gt; "rocked out" to the music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEey0RQi2FI/AAAAAAAAEAs/tkpwxlTHxN4/s1600/2010_07_102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEey0RQi2FI/AAAAAAAAEAs/tkpwxlTHxN4/s320/2010_07_102.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496558481284716626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our next stop was at their firefighters exhibit.  You can see here that the kids got to dress up in life-like gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEeyz08ebMI/AAAAAAAAEAk/Pv8q6-nFLNs/s1600/Chicago_0053-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEeyz08ebMI/AAAAAAAAEAk/Pv8q6-nFLNs/s320/Chicago_0053-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496558473684348098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was a pole to slide down, a truck to pretend to drive, a radio (which Jeremy proved how good he is at his job) to talk through, telephones to answer, and a "smoke room" to practice crawling through.  The boys &lt;i&gt;loved&lt;/i&gt; this area!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEeyzVESLAI/AAAAAAAAEAc/87-NkGZfshY/s1600/2010_07_103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEeyzVESLAI/AAAAAAAAEAc/87-NkGZfshY/s320/2010_07_103.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496558465127164930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a musical slide.  As you go over the white on the "sliding board", little hammers underneath hit different musical notes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEewtjhbgRI/AAAAAAAAEAU/F-FpvRr-r7k/s1600/2010_07_101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEewtjhbgRI/AAAAAAAAEAU/F-FpvRr-r7k/s320/2010_07_101.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496556166905037074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This area was really neat.  It was an invention spot.  You could create a Styrofoam flying shape and use this machine to raise it to the ceiling and fly it down.  There were timers to see how long it would fly.  The kids never tired of this room: Jeremy and I did!  We needed a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEewtKJMYzI/AAAAAAAAEAM/gZesKstrKSk/s1600/2010_07_104.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEewtKJMYzI/AAAAAAAAEAM/gZesKstrKSk/s320/2010_07_104.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496556160092496690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The Museum had an awesome water-play area.  The kids could put on rain coats and venture all over the place in here: they could great a tube structure to make water flow through, there were various pumps and devices to "move" the water, there were sprayers, and all kinds of fun ways to get wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEewsv-tf8I/AAAAAAAAEAE/S5IgXxPS64c/s1600/2010_07_105.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEewsv-tf8I/AAAAAAAAEAE/S5IgXxPS64c/s320/2010_07_105.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496556153069207490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We did eventually break for lunch at Navy Pier where we enjoyed Chicago hot dogs and people watching.  Then we went back to the Museum for a while longer where the boys enjoyed building with Daddy.  If you take a close look at these photos, you'll notice that all of the big building projects were mainly constructed by the fathers/men in the room.  My boys (and yes, I do mean all three) got into the tools and building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEewsOoVbLI/AAAAAAAAD_8/284g-kYhkuE/s1600/2010_07_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEewsOoVbLI/AAAAAAAAD_8/284g-kYhkuE/s320/2010_07_10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496556144116985010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All in all, we had a great trip to Indiana and Chicago and we are hoping to be able to see our Arizona family again soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-2870033171335847873?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/2870033171335847873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=2870033171335847873&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/2870033171335847873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/2870033171335847873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2010/07/chicago.html' title='Chicago'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEe2atTH3cI/AAAAAAAAEB8/26Up_-KTLYA/s72-c/Chicago_0002-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-1049636621865159534</id><published>2010-07-18T15:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T15:58:40.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How We Beat That Summer Heat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TENczf25bGI/AAAAAAAAD_0/EP2ugwihLoI/s1600/Pool_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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I did manage to take one lame picture of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Grayson&lt;/span&gt; stealing my raspberries.  Although we all came back with scrapes and scratches, we had a lot of fun picking (and eating!) the sweet berries.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEKEBXD_HvI/AAAAAAAAD-U/XVg87SlttvA/s1600/-downsized_0716001135.jpg-"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEKEBXD_HvI/AAAAAAAAD-U/XVg87SlttvA/s320/-downsized_0716001135.jpg-" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495099654250897138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, since I forgot my camera for the really interesting part of the day, I'll show you pictures of me making red raspberry jam.  First, washing the jam containers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEKEA6UiD1I/AAAAAAAAD-M/ogCK23g1XaA/s1600/raspberry+jam_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEKEA6UiD1I/AAAAAAAAD-M/ogCK23g1XaA/s320/raspberry+jam_0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495099646535667538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Mmm&lt;/span&gt;, sweet red raspberries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEKEAW1sD6I/AAAAAAAAD-E/X_77QptQVu8/s1600/raspberry+jam_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEKEAW1sD6I/AAAAAAAAD-E/X_77QptQVu8/s320/raspberry+jam_0002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495099637011058594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Turned into sweet red raspberry mash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEJ8rsF3QUI/AAAAAAAAD98/HYpgKzf6_Nc/s1600/raspberry+jam_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEJ8rsF3QUI/AAAAAAAAD98/HYpgKzf6_Nc/s320/raspberry+jam_0003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495091585357398338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the stuff I chose for pectin.  I think I need to look for something with a lower sugar option.  I still had to add 3 1/2 cups - seems like a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEJ8q-wa1kI/AAAAAAAAD90/hST-8SomNI4/s1600/raspberry+jam_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEJ8q-wa1kI/AAAAAAAAD90/hST-8SomNI4/s320/raspberry+jam_0006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495091573187860034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See, sugar.  Lots of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEJ8qhhu3cI/AAAAAAAAD9s/EjP1pTLErJ8/s1600/raspberry+jam_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEJ8qhhu3cI/AAAAAAAAD9s/EjP1pTLErJ8/s320/raspberry+jam_0005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495091565341629890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Add a little water...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEJ8qFL23fI/AAAAAAAAD9k/yrTg1oW9HnA/s1600/raspberry+jam_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEJ8qFL23fI/AAAAAAAAD9k/yrTg1oW9HnA/s320/raspberry+jam_0007.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495091557733686770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and boil.  This was so simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEJ6hk8TZxI/AAAAAAAAD9c/-1jdY1moeMA/s1600/raspberry+jam_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEJ6hk8TZxI/AAAAAAAAD9c/-1jdY1moeMA/s320/raspberry+jam_0008.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495089212616304402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Add berry mush...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEJ6hV0yVAI/AAAAAAAAD9U/3sn_rFwfwQQ/s1600/raspberry+jam_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEJ6hV0yVAI/AAAAAAAAD9U/3sn_rFwfwQQ/s320/raspberry+jam_0009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495089208558244866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and viola!  Look what we have: red raspberry jam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEJ6g9oFcvI/AAAAAAAAD9M/TrFt1H-Xp-M/s1600/raspberry+jam_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEJ6g9oFcvI/AAAAAAAAD9M/TrFt1H-Xp-M/s320/raspberry+jam_0010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495089202062521074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I plan to try some on my toast in the morning. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEJ6gQZzOGI/AAAAAAAAD9E/qA1gO8nD0Ik/s1600/raspberry+jam_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEJ6gQZzOGI/AAAAAAAAD9E/qA1gO8nD0Ik/s320/raspberry+jam_0011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495089189923010658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Next up, black raspberry jam, blueberry jam, blueberry syrup, and who knows what else...  :)  Any suggestions??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-4244803147573872055?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/4244803147573872055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=4244803147573872055&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/4244803147573872055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/4244803147573872055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2010/07/raspberry-jam.html' title='Raspberry Jam'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEKEBXD_HvI/AAAAAAAAD-U/XVg87SlttvA/s72-c/-downsized_0716001135.jpg-' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-2585593629247788140</id><published>2010-07-16T22:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T22:50:00.831-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Columbus</title><content type='html'>About 6 weeks ago (yes, I know, Mom.  Long overdue!), the boys and I packed up and drove south with my parents.  We met my brother, Kevin, and his wife, Rachel, in Columbus to hang out.  Our visit with them was long-overdue and brief, but so very good!&lt;div&gt;The night we got there, the boys were so exhausted from the lack of nap.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Grayson&lt;/span&gt; even fell asleep at dinner.  However, as soon as we got back to the hotel, he was ready for some giggling and goofing off with Uncle Kevin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TED8LIjBFsI/AAAAAAAAD80/3dz6vc187cs/s1600/2010_06_04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TED8LIjBFsI/AAAAAAAAD80/3dz6vc187cs/s320/2010_06_04.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494668813595121346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Grayson&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jayce&lt;/span&gt; slept on their blow-up camping beds while we were at the hotel.  However, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Grayson&lt;/span&gt; didn't sleep so well that way, so he ended up in bed with me by morning.  He was just so cute sleeping that I had to take a picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TED6_gk1XTI/AAAAAAAAD8s/KH9lZ0vb5yc/s1600/Columbus_0006-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TED6_gk1XTI/AAAAAAAAD8s/KH9lZ0vb5yc/s320/Columbus_0006-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494667514375134514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We went to the Columbus Zoo on Saturday.  Our first stop was at the petting zoo.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Grayson&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jayce&lt;/span&gt; had so much fun hanging out with the goats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TED6_MgWDHI/AAAAAAAAD8k/0czE0zX0Kv0/s1600/2010_06_051.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TED6_MgWDHI/AAAAAAAAD8k/0czE0zX0Kv0/s320/2010_06_051.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494667508987595890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our next stop was the polar bear exhibit.  There were characters walking around, a play ground area (that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Grayson&lt;/span&gt; took quite the tumble and got a huge bump on his head - see next picture), an above ground polar bear viewing area, and an underwater polar bear viewing area.  Very fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TED6-nWynqI/AAAAAAAAD8c/Dg-7lP3X44k/s1600/2010_06_052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TED6-nWynqI/AAAAAAAAD8c/Dg-7lP3X44k/s320/2010_06_052.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494667499015413410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The big bump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEEKuPgQQjI/AAAAAAAAD88/COzGvrTKQC4/s1600/Columbus_0034-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEEKuPgQQjI/AAAAAAAAD88/COzGvrTKQC4/s320/Columbus_0034-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494684809920791090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The men on the trip with the elephants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TED6-Nc4JFI/AAAAAAAAD8U/VqwgJQtXA-Q/s1600/Columbus_0048-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TED6-Nc4JFI/AAAAAAAAD8U/VqwgJQtXA-Q/s320/Columbus_0048-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494667492061619282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Uncle Kevin gave awesome piggy back rides when little ones got sick of riding in the strollers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDTns7JOgII/AAAAAAAAD8M/qDYOBTVALIY/s1600/Columbus_0052-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDTns7JOgII/AAAAAAAAD8M/qDYOBTVALIY/s320/Columbus_0052-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491268604648128642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys had fun running around and around this elephant statue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDTnr80-HyI/AAAAAAAAD8E/j5HqyrcDVUw/s1600/Columbus_0062-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDTnr80-HyI/AAAAAAAAD8E/j5HqyrcDVUw/s320/Columbus_0062-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491268587920170786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the elephants, we took a quick break for lunch.  I don't have any pictures from lunch because I was busy chasing off Canadian geese the entire time.  These birds were tenacious.  They &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; stopped trying to get food from us - and there were 10 birds!  One actually tried taking a chicken nugget out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jayce's&lt;/span&gt; hand.  So, no pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our next stop was the aquarium because it was raining.  My parents, Kevin, Rachel, and the boys went through the touch and feel line while I took pictures.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jayce&lt;/span&gt; wasn't thrilled about touching all of the underwater creatures, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Grayson&lt;/span&gt; sure enjoyed it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDTnrLorm0I/AAAAAAAAD78/qCV7nUpH5mw/s1600/2010_06_053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDTnrLorm0I/AAAAAAAAD78/qCV7nUpH5mw/s320/2010_06_053.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491268574715288386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Checking out the huge tropical fish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDTgqn3ISQI/AAAAAAAAD70/1e5cF97Y9vk/s1600/Columbus_0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDTgqn3ISQI/AAAAAAAAD70/1e5cF97Y9vk/s320/Columbus_0087.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491260868530817282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The manatees! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDTgqUrCr-I/AAAAAAAAD7s/QCnejmoESQg/s1600/Columbus_0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDTgqUrCr-I/AAAAAAAAD7s/QCnejmoESQg/s320/Columbus_0101.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491260863379845090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Jayce&lt;/span&gt; &lt;i&gt;was&lt;/i&gt; brave enough to touch the snake in the reptile house!  So was I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDTgppl0c7I/AAAAAAAAD7k/isXjvkvUPFc/s1600/Columbus_0104-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDTgppl0c7I/AAAAAAAAD7k/isXjvkvUPFc/s320/Columbus_0104-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491260851815216050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These turtles were exhibiting some strange behavior.  Do you see the 3 of them stacked on top of each other...  Odd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDTeorf9tbI/AAAAAAAAD7c/pbF4RuPv0Wc/s1600/Columbus_0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDTeorf9tbI/AAAAAAAAD7c/pbF4RuPv0Wc/s320/Columbus_0113.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491258636124403122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Grayson&lt;/span&gt; and Uncle Kevin had fun checking out the reptiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDTeoKwqIoI/AAAAAAAAD7U/MdIcLihNqVE/s1600/Columbus_0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDTeoKwqIoI/AAAAAAAAD7U/MdIcLihNqVE/s320/Columbus_0114.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491258627336053378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our next stop was a visit to the gorillas.  These guys acted like they were posing for pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDTenjQYYGI/AAAAAAAAD7M/2w4KqXiRtD0/s1600/Columbus_0120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDTenjQYYGI/AAAAAAAAD7M/2w4KqXiRtD0/s320/Columbus_0120.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491258616731689058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And these guys needed a nap.  Unfortunately, they didn't see much of the gorillas or any of the monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDTVs3Qe0EI/AAAAAAAAD7E/CreC_-yMrSk/s1600/2010_06_05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDTVs3Qe0EI/AAAAAAAAD7E/CreC_-yMrSk/s320/2010_06_05.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491248812395515970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They really missed out by not seeing this little guy.  This is a 4 month old baby who got in the way of a fight between his mom and dad, and dad took it out on him: the father &lt;i&gt;bit off&lt;/i&gt; his leg!  Pour baby, but it was so cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDTVsfQJxJI/AAAAAAAAD68/0ObqOWn3ZEI/s1600/Columbus_0129-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDTVsfQJxJI/AAAAAAAAD68/0ObqOWn3ZEI/s320/Columbus_0129-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491248805951685778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys woke up to pose for a picture with Uncle Kevin, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Aunti&lt;/span&gt; Rachel, and a tiger statue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDTVr5YkjFI/AAAAAAAAD60/rfztBNwdwV4/s1600/Columbus_0150-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDTVr5YkjFI/AAAAAAAAD60/rfztBNwdwV4/s320/Columbus_0150-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491248795786447954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See, he gave rides to those who were tired of the stroller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDTVrYpv83I/AAAAAAAAD6s/-iJ9ruWagS0/s1600/Columbus_0166-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDTVrYpv83I/AAAAAAAAD6s/-iJ9ruWagS0/s320/Columbus_0166-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491248787000128370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The last thing we did at the zoo was go for a train ride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDTVqo2fNII/AAAAAAAAD6k/9D3Y-S_u8dM/s1600/Columbus_0172-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDTVqo2fNII/AAAAAAAAD6k/9D3Y-S_u8dM/s320/Columbus_0172-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491248774168654978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had such a fun time meeting Kevin and Rachel in Columbus.  While it helped to spend time with them (because we don't get to see them nearly enough) playing games, swimming, and hanging out, it does make me miss them all the more.  Thankfully, we get to spend a whole week with them at one of my favorite places later this summer.  And after looking through all of our pictures from our Columbus trip, I'm looking forward to that week even more!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-2585593629247788140?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/2585593629247788140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=2585593629247788140&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/2585593629247788140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/2585593629247788140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2010/07/columbus.html' title='Columbus'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TED8LIjBFsI/AAAAAAAAD80/3dz6vc187cs/s72-c/2010_06_04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-7732835043296041244</id><published>2010-07-13T23:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T23:32:37.219-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Firstborn</title><content type='html'>Tonight, I took the kids out in the evening to run errands.  I had built in rewards to ensure good behavior: dinner at the Pizza and Hot Dog Store (Sam's Club), fruit snacks, and ice cream from McDonald's.  &lt;div&gt;As I paid for our ice cream treat, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jayce&lt;/span&gt; asked me for the change.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Jayce&lt;/span&gt;:  Mommy, can I have your money?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:  No.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Jayce&lt;/span&gt;:  Why not?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:  Because I need this money to pay for groceries this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jayce&lt;/span&gt;:  But I want the money.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:  If you had my money, what would you do with it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Jayce&lt;/span&gt;:  (&lt;i&gt;Thinks for a minute&lt;/i&gt;)  I would buy ice cream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:  Well, since I already paid for ice cream, you could do something else with it.  What would you do with the money if I already bought ice cream?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jayce&lt;/span&gt;:  I would keep it!  Mommy, let me have your money and it will be mine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I laughed for a couple of minutes over this one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As we were driving home, we cut through an area that has a daycare with a huge playground.  I had previously explained to him that it was not a playground we could play at, but that it was for kids whose parents worked and they needed a place to be while their parents were at work.  Tonight, as we drove by, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Jayce&lt;/span&gt; said this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jayce&lt;/span&gt;:  That's where the kids whose mommies and daddies work go while they are at work.  I'm a kid!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me:  Yes, you are a kid, but you don't need to go there.  Your mommy doesn't have a job.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Jayce&lt;/span&gt;:  You have a job, Mommy!  You're a Mommy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Melt my heart: someone recognizes that being a Mommy &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; work/a job.  I love my kid(s)!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-7732835043296041244?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/7732835043296041244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=7732835043296041244&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/7732835043296041244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/7732835043296041244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-firstborn.html' title='My Firstborn'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-767740447490285634</id><published>2010-07-07T14:33:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T14:53:00.654-04:00</updated><title type='text'>T-Ball</title><content type='html'>My kids seem to have a love for sports.  T-ball is the most current obsession.  Jayce puts on his bike helmet (he &lt;i&gt;needs&lt;/i&gt; a helmet, he tells me every time), and goes to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDTL5kozV0I/AAAAAAAAD6c/cTy27YHI5UM/s1600/t-ball_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDTL5kozV0I/AAAAAAAAD6c/cTy27YHI5UM/s320/t-ball_0003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491238035619272514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's not only Jayce that is so excited about hitting that ball off of the stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDTL5IDhFfI/AAAAAAAAD6U/fHSjAslcwWU/s1600/t-ball_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDTL5IDhFfI/AAAAAAAAD6U/fHSjAslcwWU/s320/t-ball_0011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491238027946694130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grayson has been getting a chance too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDTL4cTl6OI/AAAAAAAAD6M/QD3DcvuPc14/s1600/t-ball_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDTL4cTl6OI/AAAAAAAAD6M/QD3DcvuPc14/s320/t-ball_0013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491238016202959074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although he doesn't quite understand the right way to hold the bat or hit the ball.  From this picture, though, it looks like he might be a lefty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDTKXcIseZI/AAAAAAAAD6E/aYYTEYBl3_M/s1600/t-ball_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDTKXcIseZI/AAAAAAAAD6E/aYYTEYBl3_M/s320/t-ball_0014.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491236349709941138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jeremy even likes to show off how well he can hit it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDTKWDXvjhI/AAAAAAAAD50/BrgYaV5Hrsw/s1600/t-ball_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDTKWDXvjhI/AAAAAAAAD50/BrgYaV5Hrsw/s320/t-ball_0024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491236325882301970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But Jayce, he's got it down.  He knows how to stand correctly, how to hold the bat correctly, how to swing correctly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDTKWtOsDpI/AAAAAAAAD58/CZEnXJlP7Ls/s1600/t-ball_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDTKWtOsDpI/AAAAAAAAD58/CZEnXJlP7Ls/s320/t-ball_0016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491236337118613138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It seems like we just need a little work on "eye-on-the-ball" coordination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDTKVBQ7AtI/AAAAAAAAD5s/wSBTKYuMzSE/s1600/t-ball_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDTKVBQ7AtI/AAAAAAAAD5s/wSBTKYuMzSE/s320/t-ball_0026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491236308136952530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anyone up for a game of t-ball?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-767740447490285634?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/767740447490285634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=767740447490285634&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/767740447490285634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/767740447490285634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2010/07/t-ball.html' title='T-Ball'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDTL5kozV0I/AAAAAAAAD6c/cTy27YHI5UM/s72-c/t-ball_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-7855528212407911667</id><published>2010-07-06T18:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T18:00:02.175-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Playhouse</title><content type='html'>A &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;BIG THANKS!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; to my parents who spotted this awesome find (in their neighbor's garbage - who knew!) and then carted it to our house and helped washed it up and put it together.  The boys already LOVE it!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDNhpBzuXAI/AAAAAAAAD5c/l7i1lMjG9P4/s1600/playhouse_0004-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDNhpBzuXAI/AAAAAAAAD5c/l7i1lMjG9P4/s320/playhouse_0004-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490839728182680578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grayson even enjoyed washing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDNhobCIBvI/AAAAAAAAD5U/Gb3V8THzIcU/s1600/playhouse_0005-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDNhobCIBvI/AAAAAAAAD5U/Gb3V8THzIcU/s320/playhouse_0005-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490839717774100210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and scrubbing it clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDNhn5LkCaI/AAAAAAAAD5M/KsPww0oOdso/s1600/playhouse_0010-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDNhn5LkCaI/AAAAAAAAD5M/KsPww0oOdso/s320/playhouse_0010-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490839708686879138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Yes, it does say "The Baby Club" on the door, but a can of spray paint will soon fix that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDNhnNersjI/AAAAAAAAD5E/-aZrnBIYBKg/s1600/playhouse_0011-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDNhnNersjI/AAAAAAAAD5E/-aZrnBIYBKg/s320/playhouse_0011-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490839696955912754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-7855528212407911667?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/7855528212407911667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=7855528212407911667&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/7855528212407911667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/7855528212407911667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2010/07/playhouse.html' title='Playhouse'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDNhpBzuXAI/AAAAAAAAD5c/l7i1lMjG9P4/s72-c/playhouse_0004-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-6746982804923636115</id><published>2010-07-06T12:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T13:04:32.267-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lip</title><content type='html'>Do your kids ever get those injuries that just baffle you?  Or make it look like you've been beating on them?  My second born is a walking injury waiting to happen.  It probably stems from his thinking that he's actually a three-year-old in a one-year-old's body: he's certain that he can do anything his brother can do!  Therefore, he usually has a colorful array of bruises any given day, along with one or two lumps on his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDNZtBqw9_I/AAAAAAAAD48/7XmGhYMqVNA/s1600/gardens-injury_0010-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDNZtBqw9_I/AAAAAAAAD48/7XmGhYMqVNA/s320/gardens-injury_0010-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490831000771557362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Therefore, I really shouldn't have been surprised about the most recent injury.  The other day, we were walking out of the house to go swimming at our neighbors.  Grayson, being the independent little fellow he is, wanted to walk down the three concrete stairs out the back by himself!  The problem was that he was distracted by an ant crawling across the second stair, so he stopped on the top and bent over to take a look - just as Jayce started his way out the door.  Jayce tripped over Grayson, and Grayson fell.  Fortunately for Jayce, his fall was cushioned.  Unfortunately for Grayson, he cushioned Jayce's fall by ending up on the concrete &lt;i&gt;under&lt;/i&gt; Jayce.  His upper lip took the brunt of the fall.  Poor kid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDNZtBqw9_I/AAAAAAAAD48/7XmGhYMqVNA/s1600/gardens-injury_0010-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDNZsRnOXxI/AAAAAAAAD40/lSAERimUxDk/s1600/gardens-injury_0008-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDNZsRnOXxI/AAAAAAAAD40/lSAERimUxDk/s320/gardens-injury_0008-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490830987871805202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wouldn't you know that the same day Grayson's lip is starting to look healed, he took &lt;i&gt;two&lt;/i&gt; headers in the house (while the boys were running around and being crazy) and hit his lip &lt;i&gt;both&lt;/i&gt; times!  Does anyone have some bubble wrap I could borrow for a couple of years??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDNh1oClqeI/AAAAAAAAD5k/CEZKk-TaCn8/s1600/-0704001952+(1).jpg-"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDNh1oClqeI/AAAAAAAAD5k/CEZKk-TaCn8/s320/-0704001952+(1).jpg-" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490839944604002786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-6746982804923636115?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/6746982804923636115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=6746982804923636115&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/6746982804923636115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/6746982804923636115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2010/07/lip.html' title='The Lip'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDNZtBqw9_I/AAAAAAAAD48/7XmGhYMqVNA/s72-c/gardens-injury_0010-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-688594879229721628</id><published>2010-07-06T11:57:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T12:46:42.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Beautiful Gardens Photos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDNY8xHYCwI/AAAAAAAAD4s/fXQ3qqhi1gA/s1600/gardens-injury_0007-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDNY8xHYCwI/AAAAAAAAD4s/fXQ3qqhi1gA/s320/gardens-injury_0007-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490830171694435074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDNY8euSg1I/AAAAAAAAD4k/DM5KVNq7wHI/s1600/gardens-injury_0005-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDNY8euSg1I/AAAAAAAAD4k/DM5KVNq7wHI/s320/gardens-injury_0005-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490830166757376850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDNY7pNLwVI/AAAAAAAAD4c/BdXpnHLT0pI/s1600/gardens-injury_0003-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDNY7pNLwVI/AAAAAAAAD4c/BdXpnHLT0pI/s320/gardens-injury_0003-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490830152391442770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDNSrvygW2I/AAAAAAAAD4U/1Q3YcAu8fyE/s1600/2010_06_24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDNSrvygW2I/AAAAAAAAD4U/1Q3YcAu8fyE/s320/2010_06_24.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490823282210921314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-688594879229721628?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/688594879229721628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=688594879229721628&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/688594879229721628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/688594879229721628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2010/07/some-beautiful-gardens-photos.html' title='Some Beautiful Gardens Photos'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TDNY8xHYCwI/AAAAAAAAD4s/fXQ3qqhi1gA/s72-c/gardens-injury_0007-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-2523885274467067454</id><published>2010-06-30T14:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T14:17:34.572-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma and Other Funny Things</title><content type='html'>I don't really believe in the idea of Karma, but if it's out there, this is one of those times when it totally worked.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took my kids to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Aldi&lt;/span&gt; to do my weekly grocery shopping today.  On the way, we stopped and got them a bite to eat because they were having a great attitude about shopping this morning (probably because we started the morning at the park, but I like to think it was just good attitudes).  I got two carts, one for the boys eating lunch, one for my groceries.  We gathered up all that we needed, and headed for the checkouts.  Of course, being &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Aldi&lt;/span&gt;, there was only one lane open, so we waited patiently.  Behind me, I heard someone mutter under their breath, "Ugh!  She's got two full carts.  We're going to be here forever!"  I also heard the man with her &lt;i&gt;hush&lt;/i&gt; her.  I politely turned around and asked the woman behind me if she and her small cart load of groceries would like to go ahead of me.  "Oh, sure.  Thanks!" she replied, and she went around us and started unloading on the conveyor belt.  Just then, one of the workers came over, put up the closed sign on the line we were in, and invited me over to the next lane to check us out.  The rude lady just stared at us, dumbfounded.  I ended up walking out of the store before she was even checked out.  That has to be Karma, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On a funnier note, we saw the most hilarious thing while driving down the road today.  There was a biker (man) in full biker gear: black, leather jacket with fringe, black jeans, black biker boots, black helmet and a Harley t-shirt.  He even had the face of a biker: beard, mustache, stubble, etc.  The best part - he was riding an old-lady scooter.  I laughed for minutes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-2523885274467067454?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/2523885274467067454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=2523885274467067454&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/2523885274467067454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/2523885274467067454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2010/06/karma-and-other-funny-things.html' title='Karma and Other Funny Things'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-2107961346102161658</id><published>2010-06-25T06:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T06:36:00.439-04:00</updated><title type='text'>100%</title><content type='html'>100% their idea to put on the headbands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TCQYJ2G0kJI/AAAAAAAAD4M/mwh3fd7sRjk/s1600/Silly+boys_0009-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TCQYJ2G0kJI/AAAAAAAAD4M/mwh3fd7sRjk/s320/Silly+boys_0009-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486536803466121362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;100% friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TCQYJZW8gYI/AAAAAAAAD4E/3fbODq-UhLQ/s1600/Silly+boys_0005-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TCQYJZW8gYI/AAAAAAAAD4E/3fbODq-UhLQ/s320/Silly+boys_0005-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486536795749122434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;100% crazy, every night, running around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TCQYIyQWD0I/AAAAAAAAD38/Bm2Jdql9cfg/s1600/Silly+boys_0004-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TCQYIyQWD0I/AAAAAAAAD38/Bm2Jdql9cfg/s320/Silly+boys_0004-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486536785252454210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;100% goofy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TCQWdWgIRoI/AAAAAAAAD30/xDaI2sj1LTw/s1600/Silly+boys_0003-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TCQWdWgIRoI/AAAAAAAAD30/xDaI2sj1LTw/s320/Silly+boys_0003-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486534939556464258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;100% silly faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TCQWchbZL-I/AAAAAAAAD3s/65kg900xu4Y/s1600/Silly+boys_0006-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TCQWchbZL-I/AAAAAAAAD3s/65kg900xu4Y/s320/Silly+boys_0006-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486534925309521890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;100% Meyers - can't take his eyes off of the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TCQWcLgGZfI/AAAAAAAAD3k/UymcoCYnlW4/s1600/Silly+boys_0011-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TCQWcLgGZfI/AAAAAAAAD3k/UymcoCYnlW4/s320/Silly+boys_0011-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486534919423682034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;100% independent - insistent on doing it himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TCQWbh5ct6I/AAAAAAAAD3c/9LYLLBEeTdA/s1600/Silly+boys_0012-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TCQWbh5ct6I/AAAAAAAAD3c/9LYLLBEeTdA/s320/Silly+boys_0012-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486534908255713186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;100% BOYS.  Even with the headbands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-2107961346102161658?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/2107961346102161658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=2107961346102161658&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/2107961346102161658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/2107961346102161658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2010/06/100.html' title='100%'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TCQYJ2G0kJI/AAAAAAAAD4M/mwh3fd7sRjk/s72-c/Silly+boys_0009-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-6886663229847391313</id><published>2010-06-24T06:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T06:36:00.295-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandpa's Spot</title><content type='html'>The other day we went with Jeremy's mom to place a new flower arrangement at "Grandpa's Spot".  It is absolutely beautiful; she did a wonderful job creating it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TCJTANpMfEI/AAAAAAAAD3U/O4ryd09FKEI/s1600/Dad%27s+Memorial+_0003-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TCJTANpMfEI/AAAAAAAAD3U/O4ryd09FKEI/s320/Dad%27s+Memorial+_0003-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486038559218236482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While we were there I got to have a first look at the bench that was put in at Dad Meyers' grave site.  This is the back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TCJS_8c6YrI/AAAAAAAAD3M/c6GM3whkIqU/s1600/Dad%27s+Memorial+_0005-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TCJS_8c6YrI/AAAAAAAAD3M/c6GM3whkIqU/s320/Dad%27s+Memorial+_0005-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486038554603315890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also took my parents to see the new marker and flowers a few days later.  In this picture you can see the front of the marker - it has both Ron's and Karen's names along with a sweet photo of them together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TCJRfoQn38I/AAAAAAAAD3E/B_AD2FXb7Ew/s1600/Dad%27s+Memorial+_0006-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TCJRfoQn38I/AAAAAAAAD3E/B_AD2FXb7Ew/s320/Dad%27s+Memorial+_0006-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486036899915620290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We tried to get a good photo of the boys at "Grandpa's Spot".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TCJReCMORXI/AAAAAAAAD28/avpYBRxtYL4/s1600/Dad%27s+Memorial+_0009-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TCJReCMORXI/AAAAAAAAD28/avpYBRxtYL4/s320/Dad%27s+Memorial+_0009-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486036872516748658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then we tried to get a photo of the boys with Jeremy.  It didn't work well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TCJNONoCkdI/AAAAAAAAD20/x8Gx6_mYJS0/s1600/Dad%27s+Memorial+_0011-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TCJNONoCkdI/AAAAAAAAD20/x8Gx6_mYJS0/s320/Dad%27s+Memorial+_0011-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486032202661794258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I probably would have gotten a decent shot, except that the children didn't want to sit still, and Jeremy didn't enjoy the wisecrack I said about seeing his "balding" spot in the pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TCJNNjtsD4I/AAAAAAAAD2s/TOhtgro2RPI/s1600/Dad%27s+Memorial+_0013-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TCJNNjtsD4I/AAAAAAAAD2s/TOhtgro2RPI/s320/Dad%27s+Memorial+_0013-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486032191411195778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys did have a good time running around in the grass.  I tried to explain to them that it wasn't polite to step on any of the markers, and they were compliant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TCJNNE5r4bI/AAAAAAAAD2k/tZZtRjjpWns/s1600/Dad%27s+Memorial+_0015-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TCJNNE5r4bI/AAAAAAAAD2k/tZZtRjjpWns/s320/Dad%27s+Memorial+_0015-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486032183140016562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By far, the sweetest moment of the evening was when we told the boys that the bench had pictures of Grandma and Grandpa so we could remember Grandpa.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Grayson&lt;/span&gt; walked to the bench, pointed at the picture of Ron and said, "Grandpa" clear as day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TCJNMi9BjVI/AAAAAAAAD2c/q85qi-81k44/s1600/Dad%27s+Memorial+_0016-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TCJNMi9BjVI/AAAAAAAAD2c/q85qi-81k44/s320/Dad%27s+Memorial+_0016-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486032174027214162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-6886663229847391313?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/6886663229847391313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=6886663229847391313&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/6886663229847391313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/6886663229847391313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2010/06/grandpas-spot.html' title='Grandpa&apos;s Spot'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TCJTANpMfEI/AAAAAAAAD3U/O4ryd09FKEI/s72-c/Dad%27s+Memorial+_0003-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-3998786919397828887</id><published>2010-06-23T13:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T13:05:47.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Decorated</title><content type='html'>I don't believe my children enjoyed my all-black ensemble today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TCI-flwmnnI/AAAAAAAAD2U/0f3Gwcoam0Y/s1600/DSC07065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TCI-flwmnnI/AAAAAAAAD2U/0f3Gwcoam0Y/s320/DSC07065.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486016008523521650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Because they decorated me with stickers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TCI-fHGZozI/AAAAAAAAD2M/GFhbHcT-X-A/s1600/DSC07066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TCI-fHGZozI/AAAAAAAAD2M/GFhbHcT-X-A/s320/DSC07066.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486016000293446450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Many, many stickers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-3998786919397828887?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/3998786919397828887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=3998786919397828887&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/3998786919397828887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/3998786919397828887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2010/06/decorated.html' title='Decorated'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TCI-flwmnnI/AAAAAAAAD2U/0f3Gwcoam0Y/s72-c/DSC07065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-2001591137472406447</id><published>2010-06-17T10:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T11:39:49.959-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Backyard Drama</title><content type='html'>Do you remember this mess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TBo9TGJeJkI/AAAAAAAAD2E/ovGFrfei-lU/s1600/backyard+destruction_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TBo9TGJeJkI/AAAAAAAAD2E/ovGFrfei-lU/s320/backyard+destruction_0029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483762894554146370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's finally gone.  So is the skunk (we think).  While Jeremy bravely dug in this corner that Mr. Skunk called his home, I stood inside our house and "watched" for it to make an appearance.  I also took pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TBo9SZHW9EI/AAAAAAAAD18/SSAMQEujyYI/s1600/Yardwork_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TBo9SZHW9EI/AAAAAAAAD18/SSAMQEujyYI/s320/Yardwork_0013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483762882465690690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It took a couple of weeks (crazy schedules, vacation times two, etc.) but we finally got that corner dug out.  While Jeremy and I worked on it (yes, I did finally come outside once it because apparent that Mr. Skunk had moved on), the kids played. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TBo7T2jzbpI/AAAAAAAAD10/5lPISunz7_w/s1600/Yardwork_0016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TBo7T2jzbpI/AAAAAAAAD10/5lPISunz7_w/s320/Yardwork_0016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483760708526239378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Water and the car made for big entertainers during this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TBo7Te22tEI/AAAAAAAAD1s/5DhZvbKMytg/s1600/Yardwork_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TBo7Te22tEI/AAAAAAAAD1s/5DhZvbKMytg/s320/Yardwork_0018.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483760702163694658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'd fill up the pool every morning (this was back during those really hot days we had in May), and the boys would play and play and get the water dirtier and dirtier.  Eventually they would get a snack, and this day, they opted to eat it in the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TBo7SuK_VFI/AAAAAAAAD1k/5Za95dlZpZY/s1600/Yardwork_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TBo7SuK_VFI/AAAAAAAAD1k/5Za95dlZpZY/s320/Yardwork_0024.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483760689094808658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was slow-moving, but we did make progress.  After we cleared the corner out and dug down about a foot in some places (the compost pile that had been there made for some awesome dirt for my flower beds this year), we filled the corner with sand and created a patio with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;paver&lt;/span&gt; blocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TBo7R4PWXBI/AAAAAAAAD1c/9I0qRpIYmY4/s1600/Yardwork_0025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TBo7R4PWXBI/AAAAAAAAD1c/9I0qRpIYmY4/s320/Yardwork_0025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483760674617580562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While we've been doing all this work, our Shasta daisies that the boys and I planted started growing.  The boys are getting a kick out of watching them sprout - since they did the planting and have done some of the watering, I think they have a real sense of ownership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TBo2i158i9I/AAAAAAAAD1U/EMbVjaQ8mX0/s1600/Yard_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TBo2i158i9I/AAAAAAAAD1U/EMbVjaQ8mX0/s320/Yard_0004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483755468490574802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My flower beds got planted (please ignore the chipping paint - that's on the list of things to be done this summer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TBo2iZfHf4I/AAAAAAAAD1M/PP4iXDrsNdE/s1600/Yard_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TBo2iZfHf4I/AAAAAAAAD1M/PP4iXDrsNdE/s320/Yard_0005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483755460861853570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our new shed.  It was a 3-4 week project, but it's done.  Now Jeremy is going to build a lean-to type roof thing (like that description?) next to the shed for the kids' outdoor toys.  (They are currently covered by a tarp because of the recent rain.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TBo2hkmbt8I/AAAAAAAAD1E/mZ5bv9hdcAM/s1600/Yard_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TBo2hkmbt8I/AAAAAAAAD1E/mZ5bv9hdcAM/s320/Yard_0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483755446665459650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's a relief to finally be done with that corner, but truth be told, we have a lot more yard work to do this summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-2001591137472406447?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/2001591137472406447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=2001591137472406447&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/2001591137472406447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/2001591137472406447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2010/06/backyard-drama.html' title='Backyard Drama'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TBo9TGJeJkI/AAAAAAAAD2E/ovGFrfei-lU/s72-c/backyard+destruction_0029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-5795594323868888915</id><published>2010-06-17T09:59:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T10:13:37.841-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Been Brought To My Attention</title><content type='html'>That I haven't updated the blog in over a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TBotT6skhcI/AAAAAAAAD08/_Aw6MacTip0/s1600/Yard_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TBotT6skhcI/AAAAAAAAD08/_Aw6MacTip0/s320/Yard_0003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483745316473963970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Done.  (More later, I hope.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-5795594323868888915?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/5795594323868888915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=5795594323868888915&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/5795594323868888915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/5795594323868888915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2010/06/its-been-brought-to-my-attention.html' title='It&apos;s Been Brought To My Attention'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TBotT6skhcI/AAAAAAAAD08/_Aw6MacTip0/s72-c/Yard_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-2931454907668872380</id><published>2010-05-16T21:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T22:39:31.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Skunk Who Destroyed Our Yard</title><content type='html'>No, we were not recently hit by a tornado.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S_ChuJntToI/AAAAAAAAD0s/o9u25vwQQyI/s1600/backyard+destruction_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S_ChuJntToI/AAAAAAAAD0s/o9u25vwQQyI/s320/backyard+destruction_0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472051361483673218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No, there was not a hurricane or a terrible storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S_Chto6dZdI/AAAAAAAAD0k/19B0qCjgJvs/s1600/backyard+destruction_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S_Chto6dZdI/AAAAAAAAD0k/19B0qCjgJvs/s320/backyard+destruction_0002.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472051352703952338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There was no natural disaster of any kind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S_ChtLGznaI/AAAAAAAAD0c/JLLnkZPWXeA/s1600/backyard+destruction_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S_ChtLGznaI/AAAAAAAAD0c/JLLnkZPWXeA/s320/backyard+destruction_0003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472051344702676386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Except for a skunk.  And this dog.  Oh yes, Lexi finally met the skunk(s) living underneath/behind our shed.  Our shed that is a hazard and is falling apart.  Our shed that today, was reduced to a pile of rubble.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S_Cfj5NQKqI/AAAAAAAAD0E/4eryijIr5Io/s1600/backyard+destruction_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S_Cfj5NQKqI/AAAAAAAAD0E/4eryijIr5Io/s320/backyard+destruction_0023.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472048986255796898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All it took was a man, a hammer, and a spud/pry/breaker bar.  Yes, Jeremy named that long, skinny steel bar all those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S_Chspx_d-I/AAAAAAAAD0U/8mlgeCCChi8/s1600/backyard+destruction_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S_Chspx_d-I/AAAAAAAAD0U/8mlgeCCChi8/s320/backyard+destruction_0010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472051335757002722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The shed was a tad more resilient than we expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S_CfkQA2ykI/AAAAAAAAD0M/EBDcjmcnDBQ/s1600/backyard+destruction_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S_CfkQA2ykI/AAAAAAAAD0M/EBDcjmcnDBQ/s320/backyard+destruction_0017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472048992377817666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;But fall she did.  So did Jeremy.  I warned him that it wasn't safe to try to break it apart by standing on it and bouncing, but he did.  And his leg shows the battle wound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S_CfjP4xfsI/AAAAAAAADz8/7cO0ZkjcK_o/s1600/2010_05_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S_CfjP4xfsI/AAAAAAAADz8/7cO0ZkjcK_o/s320/2010_05_16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472048975164047042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One would think he might have learned a lesson, but no.  Up on top he went again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S_CaY4L5q-I/AAAAAAAADz0/fIQb1nbEXPU/s1600/backyard+destruction_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S_CaY4L5q-I/AAAAAAAADz0/fIQb1nbEXPU/s320/backyard+destruction_0036.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472043299444992994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Until he was able to declare himself "King of the Mountain", or at least king of the shed!  Those skunks are going to have to find a new place to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S_CaYXB_L4I/AAAAAAAADzs/pM8_asAbbDM/s1600/backyard+destruction_0038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S_CaYXB_L4I/AAAAAAAADzs/pM8_asAbbDM/s320/backyard+destruction_0038.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472043290545041282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now we just have to figure out a way to get all this rubble out of our yard and to the dump.  Remember that &lt;a href="http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2009/08/cash-4-clunkers.html"&gt;Cash for Clunkers&lt;/a&gt; deal last summer....  no truck.  Thankfully we have good friends and family who are willing to loan us what's necessary to get this stuff out of here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw a butterfly and thought it was neat.  Thought we'd end on a nice, pretty, positive note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S_CaXyGXmUI/AAAAAAAADzk/V0-hS1vJ1uo/s1600/backyard+destruction_0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S_CaXyGXmUI/AAAAAAAADzk/V0-hS1vJ1uo/s320/backyard+destruction_0041.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472043280631306562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-2931454907668872380?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/2931454907668872380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=2931454907668872380&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/2931454907668872380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/2931454907668872380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2010/05/skunk-who-destroyed-our-yard.html' title='The Skunk Who Destroyed Our Yard'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S_ChuJntToI/AAAAAAAAD0s/o9u25vwQQyI/s72-c/backyard+destruction_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-4875939125648844844</id><published>2010-05-14T12:28:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T17:40:57.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grand Rapids Children's Museum</title><content type='html'>Every year, the Gardens does a swap with The Grand Rapids Children's Museum for a month.  Those with memberships to the museum can get into the Gardens for free, and vice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;versa&lt;/span&gt;.  We plan to take advantage as much as possible in May.  Let me give you a glance at what we did on our first visit this year - in collage format.  I couldn't make you sit through all these photos, right?  If you want to see something more close up, click on the photo collage, and your computer will blow it up for you.&lt;div&gt;First up, Super Market Sweep!  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jayce&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Grayson&lt;/span&gt; got a kick out of the miniature shopping carts and being able to choose their own groceries.  Jeremy even enjoyed playing the part of the cashier - don't let his grumpy look fool you.  I learned one thing:  &lt;i&gt;never let &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Grayson&lt;/span&gt; put fresh produce in a grocery cart&lt;/i&gt;!!  He has quite the throwing arm, and made good use of it by flinging apples, melons, peppers, and onions into his cart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S-2_fRThk4I/AAAAAAAADzc/rwcYeM5ZOPU/s1600/2010_05_114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S-2_fRThk4I/AAAAAAAADzc/rwcYeM5ZOPU/s320/2010_05_114.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471239666267165570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A sampling of some of the fun activities on the main floor.  "Driving" the yellow bug, sorting colored balls, the trains, and just plain running around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S-2_ewfAfWI/AAAAAAAADzU/ugOD5Ej6wlM/s1600/2010_05_116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S-2_ewfAfWI/AAAAAAAADzU/ugOD5Ej6wlM/s320/2010_05_116.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471239657456958818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Upstairs there was a Vets Office set up.  The boys really liked playing at the a desk.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Grayson&lt;/span&gt; wasn't used to someone actually &lt;i&gt;letting&lt;/i&gt; him play with a computer.  He kept looking at me like I was about to discipline him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S-2_eJEeqjI/AAAAAAAADzE/JiL9GCG_Iv0/s1600/2010_05_1110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S-2_eJEeqjI/AAAAAAAADzE/JiL9GCG_Iv0/s320/2010_05_1110.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471239646876707378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the toddler area, there was this ball track thing.  Good technical term, I know.  Look closely at these pictures in order:  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Grayson&lt;/span&gt; pulls a ball (which actually was a melon from the grocery area) from the bin and loads it on the track and runs next to it as it goes down.  Then he follows it right into the bin.  Funny stuff.  Jeremy and I laughed for several minutes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S-2-BcZWbeI/AAAAAAAADy8/jXTjr0HLfNY/s1600/2010_05_113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S-2-BcZWbeI/AAAAAAAADy8/jXTjr0HLfNY/s320/2010_05_113.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471238054336687586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Playing with the colorful beads. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S-2-Ap4G5dI/AAAAAAAADys/cT0qV_SUAw8/s1600/2010_05_117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S-2-Ap4G5dI/AAAAAAAADys/cT0qV_SUAw8/s320/2010_05_117.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471238040775484882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jeremy and Grandma tried teaching the kids how to make these discs roll on the turn table.  They didn't quite get the idea, but they had fun watching!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S-2-BMWpxeI/AAAAAAAADy0/Ld8Ba7xgP-w/s1600/2010_05_111.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S-2-BMWpxeI/AAAAAAAADy0/Ld8Ba7xgP-w/s320/2010_05_111.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471238050030405090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The Bubble Area!  By far a favorite of all who visited.  Jeremy showed the boys how to make huge bubbles, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jayce&lt;/span&gt; got really good at it.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Grayson&lt;/span&gt; just played with his hands in the bubbles.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jayce&lt;/span&gt; tried to put himself in a huge bubble too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S-28cKCesHI/AAAAAAAADyU/O9sAj0vrhaM/s1600/2010_05_112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S-28cKCesHI/AAAAAAAADyU/O9sAj0vrhaM/s320/2010_05_112.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471236314242134130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of the table fun.  There were dominoes the boys tried to line up and a magnetic table with nuts and bolts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S-17IPGYxhI/AAAAAAAADyM/HUXOBbKnJZQ/s1600/2010_05_118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S-17IPGYxhI/AAAAAAAADyM/HUXOBbKnJZQ/s320/2010_05_118.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471164503747511826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drums!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S-17IPGYxhI/AAAAAAAADyM/HUXOBbKnJZQ/s1600/2010_05_118.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S-17HsWY5wI/AAAAAAAADyE/t82Yq_0bIAg/s1600/2010_05_119.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S-17HsWY5wI/AAAAAAAADyE/t82Yq_0bIAg/s320/2010_05_119.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471164494419388162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is this one &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;trippy&lt;/span&gt; collage!!  There are several mirrored tunnels that the kids would play with while I was taking their pictures.  I get pictures of the kids here every time we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S-17HTc4V3I/AAAAAAAADx8/NeULU3ikdi8/s1600/2010_05_115.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S-17HTc4V3I/AAAAAAAADx8/NeULU3ikdi8/s320/2010_05_115.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471164487735727986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a fun trip - I can't wait to go back again soon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-4875939125648844844?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/4875939125648844844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=4875939125648844844&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/4875939125648844844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/4875939125648844844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2010/05/grand-rapids-childrens-museum.html' title='The Grand Rapids Children&apos;s Museum'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S-2_fRThk4I/AAAAAAAADzc/rwcYeM5ZOPU/s72-c/2010_05_114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-3917068579718142192</id><published>2010-05-13T12:57:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T14:53:59.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Zoo (A Tale of Pictures)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S-xKlWm7c2I/AAAAAAAADx0/A5aKuVmBc2Y/s1600/zoo_0004-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S-w5cgFiZ7I/AAAAAAAADvk/Bgjqafyujys/s320/zoo_0080-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470810809160591282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S-w5cIxM3KI/AAAAAAAADvc/UHRxM8govZE/s1600/zoo_0083-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S-w5cIxM3KI/AAAAAAAADvc/UHRxM8govZE/s320/zoo_0083-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470810802901277858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S-w1vgZM4XI/AAAAAAAADvU/yiyLh04HcdE/s1600/zoo_0100-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S-w1vgZM4XI/AAAAAAAADvU/yiyLh04HcdE/s320/zoo_0100-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470806737614070130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S-w1vN9iDyI/AAAAAAAADvM/536isju5qyU/s1600/zoo_0101-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S-w1vN9iDyI/AAAAAAAADvM/536isju5qyU/s320/zoo_0101-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470806732666179362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S-w1uI4CwZI/AAAAAAAADvE/BQMvHPUuAgk/s1600/zoo_0102-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S-w1uI4CwZI/AAAAAAAADvE/BQMvHPUuAgk/s320/zoo_0102-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470806714121109906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S-wxE04mlqI/AAAAAAAADu8/hydijYLS4oI/s1600/zoo_0104-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S-wxE04mlqI/AAAAAAAADu8/hydijYLS4oI/s320/zoo_0104-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470801606333601442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S-wxEbqd7zI/AAAAAAAADu0/4xjInJJzRkc/s1600/zoo_0109-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S-wxEbqd7zI/AAAAAAAADu0/4xjInJJzRkc/s320/zoo_0109-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470801599563427634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S-wxDQu5fhI/AAAAAAAADus/QdQ_r2gWClQ/s1600/zoo_0111-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S-wxDQu5fhI/AAAAAAAADus/QdQ_r2gWClQ/s320/zoo_0111-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470801579449351698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-3917068579718142192?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/3917068579718142192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=3917068579718142192&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/3917068579718142192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/3917068579718142192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2010/05/zoo-tale-of-pictures.html' title='The Zoo (A Tale of Pictures)'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S-xKlWm7c2I/AAAAAAAADx0/A5aKuVmBc2Y/s72-c/zoo_0004-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-2033205651301318135</id><published>2010-05-12T16:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T17:06:04.092-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess Who....</title><content type='html'>Got a haircut today!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S-sXWfCMUbI/AAAAAAAADuk/H_8cA_tURK0/s1600/Grayson+haircut_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S-sXWfCMUbI/AAAAAAAADuk/H_8cA_tURK0/s320/Grayson+haircut_0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470491847426855346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;We took a lot off and he was so brave!  He fussed and whined about the clippers at first, but the "Move It!  Move It!" video did wonders keeping him distracted while I went to town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S-sXV4UktJI/AAAAAAAADuc/PQU4_uJABfo/s1600/Grayson+haircut_0004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S-sXV4UktJI/AAAAAAAADuc/PQU4_uJABfo/s320/Grayson+haircut_0004.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470491837034968210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He even got a special treat when we were all done because he was so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S-sXVKEJrnI/AAAAAAAADuU/92R8ByWoQn0/s1600/Grayson+haircut_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S-sXVKEJrnI/AAAAAAAADuU/92R8ByWoQn0/s320/Grayson+haircut_0005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470491824618057330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If only he didn't look so old now...  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-2033205651301318135?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/feeds/2033205651301318135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27741553953802200&amp;postID=2033205651301318135&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/2033205651301318135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27741553953802200/posts/default/2033205651301318135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melarcile.blogspot.com/2010/05/guess-who.html' title='Guess Who....'/><author><name>Melissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11525550744300297332</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/TEyl5LKPyXI/AAAAAAAAEEE/RYgrdjveasI/S220/choo+choo+train+030-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S-sXWfCMUbI/AAAAAAAADuk/H_8cA_tURK0/s72-c/Grayson+haircut_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27741553953802200.post-8283732007035565224</id><published>2010-05-10T06:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T06:36:00.675-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i {heart} faces</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.iheartfaces.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.livinglocurto.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/01/I_Heart_Faces_Photography_125.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weeks photo challenge is "Celebrating Moms".  I love this picture of my mother-in-law and my son.  She is a terrific mother, grandmother, and mother-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S-a7GM2eT1I/AAAAAAAADuM/9sU27GfkHSw/s1600/Gardens_0009-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S-a7GM2eT1I/AAAAAAAADuM/9sU27GfkHSw/s320/Gardens_0009-1.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469264512691359570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S-a6lgkk-TI/AAAAAAAADuE/QUPfQCn9d-s/s1600/I_Heart_Faces_Photo_Challenge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 96px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bu_lPDOek18/S-a6lgkk-TI/AAAAAAAADuE/QUPfQCn9d-s/s320/I_Heart_Faces_Photo_Challenge.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469263951049324850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As always, click on over to &lt;a href="http://iheartfaces.blogspot.com/"&gt;i&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://iheartfaces.blogspot.com/"&gt;heart&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://iheartfaces.blogspot.com/"&gt;faces&lt;/a&gt; to see all the other amazing photo entries this week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27741553953802200-8283732007035565224?l=melarcile.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</cont
