<?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-8625066726058101057</id><updated>2011-08-01T21:32:21.056-04:00</updated><category term='Welcome'/><title type='text'>ET and ME</title><subtitle type='html'>Wondering about the URL?  Yes, we love these little ones.  But like all parents, we have our days of frustration.  So, thanks to the traditional and idle threat of "I'm going to sell you to the gypsies", and the fact that one of our good friends is a gypsy, we found our blog name.  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In my defense........ I guess I don't really have one other than being busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I still watch twins during the day and yes, that keeps us incredibly busy especially with Ethan now in school. School has been a wonderful growing experience for Ethan. He has been reading simple stories to us and is able to complete addition problems into the teens. And, according to his teacher at parent/teacher conferences, Ethan now has a girlfriend named Estella. When you ask him about it, he just grins and turns away unwilling to divulge information. Apparently he meant to keep that a secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya is growing very quickly as well and is at that point where her vocabulary is exploding, but she doesn't always pronounce things correctly. Lately, she tries to say darn it, though that's not what it sounds like. &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;, I guess people will just think we cuss a lot for a while. She also loves to talk about her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Punkle&lt;/span&gt; Paul. Amazingly, she is started to pronounce Kyla and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MaKendree&lt;/span&gt; accurately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Paul, Kyla and &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;MaKendree&lt;/span&gt; at our place the week of Thanksgiving. It was a blast to have family out here with us. It had been so long since I'd gone to most museums that I was not as good a tour guide as usual. Sorry guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to post more often, but no guarantees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625066726058101057-7994912501823760585?l=sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/feeds/7994912501823760585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625066726058101057&amp;postID=7994912501823760585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/7994912501823760585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/7994912501823760585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/2009/12/nominated-for-biggest-slacker.html' title='Nominated for Biggest Slacker'/><author><name>ET&amp;amp;ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085432874534724168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625066726058101057.post-9084668450187804429</id><published>2009-07-01T13:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T13:35:07.022-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad Rush Preparations for School</title><content type='html'>My baby boy has reached the ripe age of 5.  (Sniff, smile, sigh, sniff, sniff.)  This means that he starts school this fall.  We knew it was coming up, and had even tried to get him into some magnet programs.  But we were rejected, oh sorry, not selected for a position in the program.  No biggie right?  So time to register him for Kindergarten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did all the appointments, shots, tests, filled out all the forms, jumped through 5 hoops and raced to the red door.  Okay, so I'm exagerating, but that's how it felt.  We finally got everything turned in only to discover that our boundry school is on a modified school calendar.  So Ethan is supposed to start school at the very beginning of August. ??????????  Really?  That fast?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prepare yourself for them to grow up and are used to the idea and then the time line gets yanked right out from under your feet.  One month.  My baby?  Going to school in one month?  WOW!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So round 2 of the mad rush starts.  We get every item on his list.  Apply permanent marker labels to all items and have it stashed aside ready for school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've fully adjusted to the idea, start looking at where the bus will come for him.  We even drive by the school a few times so that Ethan can see it and get used to the idea.  Life is going along at a nice crazy, super busy pace again.   Ahhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Monday, we get a letter from the School District.  Oh, this must be the name of his teacher and the finalized bus schedules I'm thinking.  "This is to inform you that Ethan has been selected from the waiting list for admission to .......".   Wait, what?  Yay!!!!  What really?  Ethan got into the magnet program!!!!  Yay!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I am so elatedly confused.  It was so not the document I was expecting, but now we're really excited.  What does it all mean?  We're not entirely sure yet.  But, it looks like round 3 of the mad rush is just beginning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625066726058101057-9084668450187804429?l=sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/feeds/9084668450187804429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625066726058101057&amp;postID=9084668450187804429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/9084668450187804429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/9084668450187804429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/2009/07/mad-rush-preparations-for-school.html' title='Mad Rush Preparations for School'/><author><name>ET&amp;amp;ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085432874534724168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625066726058101057.post-8176386959692549814</id><published>2009-06-23T09:34:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T10:30:32.687-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Arrival of Twins</title><content type='html'>We have embarked on an all new adventure. Twins!!! Disclaimer: They are only ours M-F 7:00am-4:30pm. Ethan and Maya have loved to have the two new little ones around. Not that I'm complaining of the extra snuggle time either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350529489034259506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SkDmONIjrDI/AAAAAAAAAQY/OFB_B2N100Y/s320/034.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first day they came, Audrey smiled at Ethan and he was hooked. He instantly declared them friends and has wanted to hold her nearly every day since. Near the end of the day he was very upset that we had to give the twins back. He was under the impression that we got to keep them all the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350529497077049970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SkDmOrGG6nI/AAAAAAAAAQg/IajT5AXvHHc/s320/038.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Maya has adjusted remarkably well. I'm sure it helps that she is enthralled with babies in general. But she always has been a very girly girl. Loves shoes, jewelry, purses, babies and chocolate and easily gets emotional. Yep, all girl. Since Audrey is usually taken by Ethan, Maya goes to Charles to tickle his toes and gab at him, which he seems to love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350529500963194594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SkDmO5koxuI/AAAAAAAAAQo/hHn9WL1O6lc/s320/065.JPG" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;The real adventure comes when we all go out. I didn't realize it would take half an hour to load 4 kids in the van, but it does. Then there's the logisitcs of carts. Who's walking, riding, sitting in a backpack or staying in a carseat? All depends on the location. But the funniest things are the reactions of all the people in the community. (You know, people don't whisper as quietly as they think they do.) I don't have time in my day to explain to every stranger that they're not all mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, we are enjoying our adventure. And I'm pretty sure the twins are enjoying all the attention and affection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625066726058101057-8176386959692549814?l=sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/feeds/8176386959692549814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625066726058101057&amp;postID=8176386959692549814' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/8176386959692549814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/8176386959692549814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/2009/06/arrival-of-twins.html' title='The Arrival of Twins'/><author><name>ET&amp;amp;ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085432874534724168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SkDmONIjrDI/AAAAAAAAAQY/OFB_B2N100Y/s72-c/034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625066726058101057.post-1207669933292217469</id><published>2009-04-13T16:44:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T11:45:21.448-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Egg Roller Coaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SeSr3w1vmII/AAAAAAAAAPg/sferjqcqILA/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324569633950242946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SeSr3w1vmII/AAAAAAAAAPg/sferjqcqILA/s320/003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;We have had many ups and downs in trying to attend the White House Easter Egg Roll again. When the tickets went exclusively online I thought, "that beats camping over night on the ellipse." And then we actually tried to get the tickets. HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324569641173267106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SeSr4Lv2MqI/AAAAAAAAAPo/ufGuOo9z80w/s320/006.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;The joke was on us, and half the other people around here. The internet site was bogged down so quickly that the tickets were gone too fast. We had three adults on high speed connections trying to get tickets, but the site kept crashing from the high traffic. After a while we gave up on that method.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Todd decided to try the old fashioned way, ask people he knew. We didn't count on getting tickets, just hoped and waited. Then, at the end of last week, we got great news. One lady had enough tickets for our little family. Hooray!!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324569644779082914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SeSr4ZLilKI/AAAAAAAAAPw/ZtmBeyH7K6g/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;We again got excited and started planning out our trip. I could hardly contain my excitement, for although past years had been a little stressful, it was always so much fun. They had always had sponsors that handed out fresh fruit, small drinks and trinket toys even before you got into the actual egg roll. Then you got a little candy, egg decorating kits, collectors egg, poster, coloring books upon entering and hardly had to walk around to find entertainers roaming the lawn, small stages set off to the side, and just in general had a lot of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The big day finally came and we all went down, happy and ready for a great time. We walked from Todd's office as we ate our meager ham sandwiches. On the way we even got to see a large motorcade go through, which was kinda cool. Finally we reached the ellipse and got our first shock of the day. No activities on the ellipse. What?????? Only rows of ropes like cattle chutes. So we stood there in line for an hour, trying to entertain the kids. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324569649754397634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SeSr4rtv28I/AAAAAAAAAP4/-KP3skMXyxU/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Finally we got to move through security only to stand in another line for an hour. The "entertainment" was a middle aged man, trying to be a DJ, while dancing around in a strange orange outfit. Eventually they brought a magician on stage, but very few people wanted to leave their place in line to go watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324569906206822402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SeSsHnExUAI/AAAAAAAAAQI/t3oMfLnyV1w/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;Finally, we go inside. Yay!!!! Oh, wait.............you can only enter half of the activities if your child is 6 years or older. A little strange considering to even get tickets you have to have a child 10 or younger. So we bipassed those activites from which we were excluded and went for the egg roll, chose the short line and got through quickly, only to discover that there was not the traditional piece of candy at the end. So we're trying to console a competitive 5 year old, without sugar as a distraction, while trying to figure out what is left that we're allowed to do, all while attempting to talk loud enough to be heard over the pounding hiphop music from the stage. Yeah, again, music and entertainment geared toward older teenagers at a young child event? Have these event planners ever seen a young child?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324569650926190578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SeSr4wFH__I/AAAAAAAAAQA/kr2lSiGXSxY/s320/026.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We trudged down to the egg hunt, hoping for something better. With some cute smiles they sift through the straw to find the eggs and place them in the provided baskets.  The kids get through only to have everything prised from their hands, yet again, with no real compensation. (Why would a toddler be happy about a poster?) I glanced at the egg dying station which would only give 1 egg per family, yeah like that would work with 2 kids and vinegar, and they had eliminated the egg decorating kit which was traditionally given to each family when leaving the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With our heads throbbing, our children exhausted and bored, and little to show for our efforts, we left to get our collectors egg. We were hoping that Ethan and Maya could each get their favorite colors, blue and purple, but no. Another let down. All eggs given out were a horrid lime green. Seriously????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324569910196294354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 271px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SeSsH1770tI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/uruITpgK7_I/s320/028.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;I'm sure that this would have been an absolutely spectacular event, if we hadn't gone the last couple of years and had such wonderful experiences. We've yet to decide if we'll go again next year. All complaining aside, we did have some fun and the kids did enjoy parts of the day. It was also nice to be together as a family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625066726058101057-1207669933292217469?l=sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/feeds/1207669933292217469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625066726058101057&amp;postID=1207669933292217469' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/1207669933292217469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/1207669933292217469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-egg-roller-coaster.html' title='Easter Egg Roller Coaster'/><author><name>ET&amp;amp;ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085432874534724168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SeSr3w1vmII/AAAAAAAAAPg/sferjqcqILA/s72-c/003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625066726058101057.post-8862636448106183057</id><published>2009-03-16T16:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T17:04:19.252-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monkey Business</title><content type='html'>Well, our spunky little monkey had some interesting experiences this last week.  She is constantly growing like a weed.  My little, not yet two year old is taller than some of her 3 year old friends.  Yikes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But she also likes putting things where they don't belong.  She loves to put things into our intake duct for the furnace.  I'm going to have to take off the vent cover and take an inventory of what's been in there.  We know she's put in papers, crayons, probably puzzle pieces and maybe even some string cheese.  (Apparently she takes after me in this, as I have a large scar from doing the same thing with my finger when I was about her age.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she tried to shove a popsicle stick into the computer cooling vents.  Yeah, not the best thing.  I hope there's not much else in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there is her newest found hiding spot, her nose.  Maya began her typical "owie, stuck" routine, which usually means her arm is wedged in the chair slats.  So I go to release her to find her messing with her nose.  I look and find that something tan in color is lodged in her nostril.  For some reason, she pushed an unpopped pop corn kernel into her nose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with Ethan's help to hold her still, I extracted her latest antagonist.  But I do have to wonder, what will be next?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625066726058101057-8862636448106183057?l=sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/feeds/8862636448106183057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625066726058101057&amp;postID=8862636448106183057' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/8862636448106183057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/8862636448106183057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/2009/03/monkey-business.html' title='Monkey Business'/><author><name>ET&amp;amp;ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085432874534724168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625066726058101057.post-753166457378125301</id><published>2009-02-13T07:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T07:23:53.701-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Renaming Our Roads</title><content type='html'>Biased as I know I am, I love watching my kids grow and develop, discovering new things and understanding concepts.  Ethan gave us another moment of giggles as we drove the other day.  We were turning right, but this particular intersection had a cut-out for the turn and included a yield sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we made the turn, Ethan promptly informed us that we just went through a "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yieldersection&lt;/span&gt;".  We found that to be very appropriate, inventive and adorable.   So, from now on I think that's what our family will call those little cut-outs.  Hehe!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625066726058101057-753166457378125301?l=sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/feeds/753166457378125301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625066726058101057&amp;postID=753166457378125301' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/753166457378125301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/753166457378125301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/2009/02/renaming-our-roads.html' title='Renaming Our Roads'/><author><name>ET&amp;amp;ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085432874534724168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625066726058101057.post-1586365970258609061</id><published>2009-01-18T19:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T19:33:47.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone Fishing</title><content type='html'>Ethan has been fixated on getting a fishing pole and having daddy take him fishing. We decided to make that the theme for his birthday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So of course we needed bait. The kids started by making some creepy crawler bugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SXPJN6uQUsI/AAAAAAAAAOw/YlTRV4KTEfU/s1600-h/031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292795228029211330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SXPJN6uQUsI/AAAAAAAAAOw/YlTRV4KTEfU/s320/031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What's fishing without worms? The kids obediently dug their gummy worms out of the cups of chocolate pudding and oreo cookies. A few of them even liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SXPHYsm1SsI/AAAAAAAAAOo/QwFDd4wKBSk/s1600-h/027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292793214195288770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SXPHYsm1SsI/AAAAAAAAAOo/QwFDd4wKBSk/s320/027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SXPHYUdgc5I/AAAAAAAAAOg/ovqdRO_JTYE/s1600-h/025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292793207713723282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SXPHYUdgc5I/AAAAAAAAAOg/ovqdRO_JTYE/s320/025.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids fished in our pond, to gather some fish stickers. Somehow we missed pictures of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We ate our catch. Okay, so it was chocolate cake covered in cream cheese icing. Obviously, I'm no professional, but it worked out pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SXPHYEYBYWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/2FnTy0gQtzk/s1600-h/017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292793203395748194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SXPHYEYBYWI/AAAAAAAAAOY/2FnTy0gQtzk/s320/017.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And we ended the day with some present opening chaos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292793191470402914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SXPHXX8zDWI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/t0EqtEWNBeQ/s320/041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SXPHXH0IE4I/AAAAAAAAAOI/1mSSsqU0k7U/s1600-h/045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292793187139064706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SXPHXH0IE4I/AAAAAAAAAOI/1mSSsqU0k7U/s320/045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I think he was pretty happy with the events of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625066726058101057-1586365970258609061?l=sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/feeds/1586365970258609061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625066726058101057&amp;postID=1586365970258609061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/1586365970258609061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/1586365970258609061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/2009/01/gone-fishing.html' title='Gone Fishing'/><author><name>ET&amp;amp;ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085432874534724168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SXPJN6uQUsI/AAAAAAAAAOw/YlTRV4KTEfU/s72-c/031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625066726058101057.post-726233831808658049</id><published>2009-01-05T10:26:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T11:14:14.728-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Joys</title><content type='html'>It didn't take much convincing to get the kids up on Christmas morning. And despite the look on Ethan's face, they really were excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SWItWqo7GpI/AAAAAAAAANo/p-eD2A_zIV4/s1600-h/018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287838779912690322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SWItWqo7GpI/AAAAAAAAANo/p-eD2A_zIV4/s320/018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Through our trip to Disneyworld and riding the carousel, Maya cemented her love of horses. This made her Christmas morning all the more joyous when she saw her rocking horse, which has galloping and horse noises and some animation of the head and tail. She has spent several hours riding her horse since. She has also loved her various dolls (her babies).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287836690478080706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SWIrdC45IsI/AAAAAAAAANY/cyJTpMtdobM/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Ethan loved getting his toy tools and a new air plane addition to his train set. We had the livingroom covered with a huge setup. Luckily, we have enough trains and remotes for everyone to play because Maya refused to be left out of the fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287837893666371570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SWIsjFHVd_I/AAAAAAAAANg/6q9T44z0qNk/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of course, a miniature city means that somebody's going to play monster and knock it down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287838785434824450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SWItW_NgLwI/AAAAAAAAANw/7SZJmJ90OwU/s320/023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By mid-day, the kids had more fun than they could handle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287838786020660850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SWItXBZLVnI/AAAAAAAAAN4/H68E4o6WJ8Y/s320/021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todd got some gear and accessories for his new hobby.  Todd managed to keep a surprise and obtained a string of pearls for Maya and I, thanks to a colleague who had traveled to China.  I also got some books to complete "The Great and Terrible" series.  So I've spent the last two weeks fussing over food storage, water and emergency supplies after reading about potential events in the last days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625066726058101057-726233831808658049?l=sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/feeds/726233831808658049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625066726058101057&amp;postID=726233831808658049' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/726233831808658049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/726233831808658049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-joys.html' title='Christmas Joys'/><author><name>ET&amp;amp;ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085432874534724168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SWItWqo7GpI/AAAAAAAAANo/p-eD2A_zIV4/s72-c/018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625066726058101057.post-901787073440268521</id><published>2008-12-17T11:04:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T18:23:30.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney World Was a Blast!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SUkjh5w3mNI/AAAAAAAAALI/RQcY9vMLrr4/s1600-h/Disney++World+2008+030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280791103417063634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SUkjh5w3mNI/AAAAAAAAALI/RQcY9vMLrr4/s320/Disney++World+2008+030.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We obviously found the drums in the Africa section of the Animal Kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SUkjhnhNqiI/AAAAAAAAALA/TLC8nTGBxRE/s1600-h/Disney++World+2008+057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280791098519562786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SUkjhnhNqiI/AAAAAAAAALA/TLC8nTGBxRE/s320/Disney++World+2008+057.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya was much more enthralled with meeting the characters. Ethan tended to take a swing at them until we got after him for being rude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SUkjhgwOuuI/AAAAAAAAAK4/jNyG04R9CGg/s1600-h/Disney++World+2008+047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280791096703498978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SUkjhgwOuuI/AAAAAAAAAK4/jNyG04R9CGg/s320/Disney++World+2008+047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todd and Maya trekking through the jungle. Okay, well somewhere within the Animal Kingdom. I'm not sure exactly where I snapped the photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SUkjhaqDLGI/AAAAAAAAAKw/fxRzPuO8p3U/s1600-h/Disney++World+2008+ET+and+Stitch.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280791095066963042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 277px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SUkjhaqDLGI/AAAAAAAAAKw/fxRzPuO8p3U/s320/Disney++World+2008+ET+and+Stitch.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ET and Stitch, before the feud. To test his strength, Ethan clasped hands with Stitch. They then both pushed to see who was stronger. Ethan pushed Stitch back a ways. It was about time for Stitch to go, so we started to leave. Stitch followed Ethan with his hands up to request a rematch. It was great fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SUkjhPZ2_FI/AAAAAAAAAKo/HZ3ufT0G3sE/s1600-h/Disney++World+2008+Kissin+Tigger.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280791092046265426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SUkjhPZ2_FI/AAAAAAAAAKo/HZ3ufT0G3sE/s320/Disney++World+2008+Kissin+Tigger.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Maya kissing Tigger. She must really like Tigger, because he's the only character that received a kiss, at least from Maya. Ethan was kissing a cute French hostess at one of our dinners.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625066726058101057-901787073440268521?l=sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/feeds/901787073440268521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625066726058101057&amp;postID=901787073440268521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/901787073440268521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/901787073440268521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/2008/12/disney-world-was-blast.html' title='Disney World Was a Blast!!'/><author><name>ET&amp;amp;ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085432874534724168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SUkjh5w3mNI/AAAAAAAAALI/RQcY9vMLrr4/s72-c/Disney++World+2008+030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625066726058101057.post-3978018564979579208</id><published>2008-12-04T12:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T13:01:38.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Soon Will Be Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/STgaMBiQ5AI/AAAAAAAAAKY/HeP_8wmZWDw/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275995757337437186" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/STgaMBiQ5AI/AAAAAAAAAKY/HeP_8wmZWDw/s320/012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We can't escape the excitement of Christmas. Especially now that Ethan is almost 5. He is more than a little enthusiastic every time he sees Christmas lights as we drive around, or decorations in the stores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We recently received a gingerbread house kit, which he saw. Of course he started hounding us to make it ever since we got it. So, one evening before he could ask yet again, we broke out the set and made a gingerbread house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids loved it, and I have to say, with really young kids the sets are the way to go. We've baked our own gingerbread and made our own icing in years past. All that waiting wears on the patience of little ones. This kit had all the pieces cut and icing already in a squeezable bag. Simple, slightly neater and much faster for that holiday tradition.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/STgZY3XlV9I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/I3YwBn_gs-s/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275994878434957266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/STgZY3XlV9I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/I3YwBn_gs-s/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not saying we won't bake them in the future when the kids are older, have more patience, and better fine motor skills. But for the next few years I think I'm going to cheat a little.  At least on the gingerbread houses for the kids.  We may become quite the gingerbread family if the excitement factor holds out a few more years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625066726058101057-3978018564979579208?l=sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/feeds/3978018564979579208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625066726058101057&amp;postID=3978018564979579208' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/3978018564979579208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/3978018564979579208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-soon-will-be-here.html' title='Christmas Soon Will Be Here'/><author><name>ET&amp;amp;ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085432874534724168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/STgaMBiQ5AI/AAAAAAAAAKY/HeP_8wmZWDw/s72-c/012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625066726058101057.post-4336062010320996148</id><published>2008-11-26T15:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T15:23:39.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Thanks</title><content type='html'>Once again, Thanksgiving is upon us and we find ourselves counting our blessings.  While we watch so many people around the country getting laid off, we are blessed to continue to have income.  We are also blessed with health and good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we find at this time, that it is one of the ways that we can help the Lord help others.  We will again be hosting a Thanksgiving meal and have asked some grad. student families to join us.  We know that it is difficult to be far away from family during the holidays and offer ourselves as a meager substitute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that we will continue to recognize the blessings that Heavenly Father has granted us and we will continue to inpart what we can to others.  I will also strive to be thankful for what I have, instead of yearning for what I don't.  (Although, I don't think yearning to see family is a bad thing.  So that I'll keep.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625066726058101057-4336062010320996148?l=sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/feeds/4336062010320996148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625066726058101057&amp;postID=4336062010320996148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/4336062010320996148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/4336062010320996148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/2008/11/giving-thanks.html' title='Giving Thanks'/><author><name>ET&amp;amp;ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085432874534724168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625066726058101057.post-7692250354111865450</id><published>2008-11-17T09:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T09:17:43.582-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>On our way to church, Todd stopped for a pedestrian in a crosswalk.  A car came up very quickly on our right and we thought we were going to witness a nasty accident.  Luckily we didn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Todd&lt;/span&gt; - "I thought we were going to have to stop and give CPR!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kara&lt;/span&gt; - "And first aid."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Todd&lt;/span&gt; - "And call the police."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ethan&lt;/span&gt; - "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Todd&lt;/span&gt; - "So we could get that guy help and tell them what happened."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Ethan&lt;/span&gt; very adamantly - "And tell them it wasn't us!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625066726058101057-7692250354111865450?l=sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/feeds/7692250354111865450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625066726058101057&amp;postID=7692250354111865450' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/7692250354111865450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/7692250354111865450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/2008/11/on-our-way-to-church-todd-stopped-for.html' title=''/><author><name>ET&amp;amp;ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085432874534724168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625066726058101057.post-8623215026067411807</id><published>2008-11-17T08:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T09:19:15.754-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just a few Halloween pic.   Afterall, a picture's worth a thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SSF50ekN_GI/AAAAAAAAAJo/vmt40m4Yr_Q/s1600-h/Halloween+2008+016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269626981465324642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SSF50ekN_GI/AAAAAAAAAJo/vmt40m4Yr_Q/s320/Halloween+2008+016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SSF50GsUTkI/AAAAAAAAAJg/9ZUKvByHqbY/s1600-h/Halloween+2008+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269626975056842306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SSF50GsUTkI/AAAAAAAAAJg/9ZUKvByHqbY/s320/Halloween+2008+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SSF5z-yB2iI/AAAAAAAAAJY/16NV0k6bYK8/s1600-h/Halloween+2008+007(e).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269626972933315106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SSF5z-yB2iI/AAAAAAAAAJY/16NV0k6bYK8/s320/Halloween+2008+007(e).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SSF5zY4tJjI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Wprf1jrt2EY/s1600-h/Halloween+2008+002(e).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269626962760771122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SSF5zY4tJjI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Wprf1jrt2EY/s320/Halloween+2008+002(e).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SSF5zNlGkPI/AAAAAAAAAJI/rtNoWVYDhiU/s1600-h/Halloween+2008+005(e).JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269626959725760754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SSF5zNlGkPI/AAAAAAAAAJI/rtNoWVYDhiU/s320/Halloween+2008+005(e).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625066726058101057-8623215026067411807?l=sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/feeds/8623215026067411807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625066726058101057&amp;postID=8623215026067411807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/8623215026067411807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/8623215026067411807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ET&amp;amp;ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085432874534724168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SSF50ekN_GI/AAAAAAAAAJo/vmt40m4Yr_Q/s72-c/Halloween+2008+016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625066726058101057.post-2803984448655830714</id><published>2008-10-25T16:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T16:28:52.573-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Halloween Make-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfJvRC_WPJM/SQOBYjMt0wI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ZGLsiX_PKe0/s1600-h/006edited.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261191048464290562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfJvRC_WPJM/SQOBYjMt0wI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ZGLsiX_PKe0/s320/006edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being in our ward comes with a tradition of a trunk-or-treat activity each October. As usual, we got the kids in their costumes. I then decided to put just a little make-up on Maya. Todd just rolled his eyes at me. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maya, on the other hand, was giggling as I tried to put on some sparkly eye shadow and lip gloss. She thought it was great fun, especially licking the lip gloss as I tried to put it on. I had to laugh at how excited she was about it. At a year and a half, my baby already naturally loves shoes, purses, babies and make-up. Could she be any more girl? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todd was less than thrilled that our little angel is already liking make-up and giggling at the prospect. It may take a few years for him to get used to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625066726058101057-2803984448655830714?l=sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/feeds/2803984448655830714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625066726058101057&amp;postID=2803984448655830714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/2803984448655830714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/2803984448655830714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween-make-up.html' title='Halloween Make-up'/><author><name>jth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08803892625946942046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lfJvRC_WPJM/SQOBYjMt0wI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ZGLsiX_PKe0/s72-c/006edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625066726058101057.post-6215217854858686356</id><published>2008-10-10T18:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T19:08:46.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Music is a BIG part of my life!!!</title><content type='html'>I know, most of this blog is about my kids. But hey, maybe it's time I made a front stage appearance on my own blog. Those who know me well know that I love music and love to sing. I finally gave in and created a playlist. (Sorry to those of you who hate being assaulted by music on blogs.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll see that I have a few songs from Wicked. You can thank Paul and Kyla for that. I really like the single version of Defying Gravity. Steven Schwartz is an incredible composer. I was kind of upset that I couldn't find Stranger to the Rain. Some of the more current songs are a bit obvious, but you may not know the Dan Fogelberg songs. Longer, I just flat out love the melodies, harmonies and lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leader of the Band is a little more special to me. The lyrics, especially the last verse, remind me quite a lot of my father. Sometimes I get all teared up listening to it. Apparently I'm not the only one of my siblings that feels this way about the song. I recall bringing it up once, and then having a great discussion about the mutual love of our dad and the song. (By the way Justin, Mike, Aimee and Paul, I have the sheet music so we could sing it for Mom and Dad's 50th anniversary.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625066726058101057-6215217854858686356?l=sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/feeds/6215217854858686356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625066726058101057&amp;postID=6215217854858686356' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/6215217854858686356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/6215217854858686356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/2008/10/music-is-big-part-of-my-life.html' title='Music is a BIG part of my life!!!'/><author><name>ET&amp;amp;ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085432874534724168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625066726058101057.post-8248479977164356825</id><published>2008-10-02T08:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T09:02:33.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, Nuts!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Literally, nuts.  The source for an evening of extreme anxiety.  I didn't think that an evening snack would turn into such a headache, but it did.  Maya, our beautiful little girl, tried a cashew nut last night.  She'd had a little peanut butter before without reaction, so we didn't think twice about it.  Boy was that a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily she spit out most of it.  But then her body reacted.  She threw up a little.  Then her mouth became surrounded with hives.  Then the symptom that really scared us, her voice became hoarse as her throat started swelling shut.  I immediately gave her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;benedryl&lt;/span&gt; before the slight chaos of finding wallets and keys.  We took just a moment to decide whether or not to wake Ethan, and then Maya and I were out the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few blocks away, the terror hit me, I can't monitor her while I'm driving.  I could go back for Todd, but already almost a quarter of the way to the clinic, I kept going.  I couldn't chance the time.  I kept talking to my little one, trying to get her to laugh or say anything just so I could hear her breathing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though the drive was probably only 5 minutes, it felt like 20.  I ran her inside and straight to the pediatric desk, cards already out to check her in.  A triage nurse was immediately sent for while her information was placed in the computer.  "Did we call in?", what kind of question is that?  Like I'm going to waste time on the phone while my baby can't breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse comes, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yay&lt;/span&gt;!!  We skip the initial weighing in and go straight for the oxygen stats and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;stethoscope&lt;/span&gt; exam.  While the nurse checks Maya as I explain what happened and that Maya's had &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;benedryl&lt;/span&gt;.  Oxygen stats at 100, I finally feel like I can breathe.  Her lungs are clear, another sigh of relief.  But her voice is still so hoarse.  She sounds like she's whispering as she says bye bye to the room and we are taken to an official exam room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse practitioner comes to examine Maya.  Already the hives are fading and her voice is coming back slightly.  Maya is given an oral steroid and some extra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;benedryl&lt;/span&gt;.  I was told that we chose well, other than not bringing the whole family.  While we could have called 911, not all vehicles carry epinephrine.  If we ever do have to call, we have to specify that it be brought to make sure it's there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time we get our discharge papers, Maya's voice sounds clear and the hives are just slight pink discolorations around her mouth.  Then we get to wait in the building for 2 hours, to make sure she doesn't have a relapse in her condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the long evening, Maya is exhausted and, for the first time ever, falls asleep in her stroller, which we obtained after the exam but before our 2 hour jaunt through the halls.  We go home with an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;epipen&lt;/span&gt;, which gives me more comfort than you can know, and orders to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;benedryl&lt;/span&gt; the baby to kingdom come for the next 2 days.  We also go knowing that we will have to be extra cautious about all food given to our little one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I don't generally allow the kids to sleep in our bed, I felt that this night would be an appropriate exception to that rule.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625066726058101057-8248479977164356825?l=sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/feeds/8248479977164356825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625066726058101057&amp;postID=8248479977164356825' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/8248479977164356825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/8248479977164356825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-nuts.html' title='Oh, Nuts!!!!!!!'/><author><name>ET&amp;amp;ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085432874534724168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625066726058101057.post-1767696852455275027</id><published>2008-09-25T14:35:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T14:15:35.657-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Connecticut Coast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SN53HnrtrPI/AAAAAAAAAII/d-EM75DILAU/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250765188355697906" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SN53HnrtrPI/AAAAAAAAAII/d-EM75DILAU/s320/013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The government has this wonderful rule that as long as it doesn't cost the country any extra money, then an employee's family can join them on a business trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todd had to go to Connecticut, and we went with him. We enjoyed 3 beautiful days in Old Saybrook. We walked around the town quite a bit, and enjoyed the quaint main street. Ethan and Maya both enjoyed seeing all the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan was also enthralled with watching some men fish from the side of the river. He asked all sorts of questions and kept trying to get closer to look. I had to keep remindin&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SN53HcAnnhI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Mq3i3sjtXB4/s1600-h/016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250765185222155794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SN53HcAnnhI/AAAAAAAAAIA/Mq3i3sjtXB4/s320/016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;g him to back up so he wouldn't get a hook in the ear while they cast their lines. It was a bit of an education for him. He'll definitely be wanting Todd to take him fishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently it was an early location for a ferry that went to Long Island. There was a small park that gave a little info on that history, but the need for a restroom quickly ended that visit as well as finding out more of the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old Saybrook was also close to the spot where Yale started. Yes, the Yale. There were some commemorative stones there, ironically in the middle of a graveyard, where some remnants were left to rest. Obviously, Yale has since been moved.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SN53Hwn3_qI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/1dhf_bkoaX4/s1600-h/023.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625066726058101057-1767696852455275027?l=sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/feeds/1767696852455275027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625066726058101057&amp;postID=1767696852455275027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/1767696852455275027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/1767696852455275027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/2008/09/connecticut-coast.html' title='Connecticut Coast'/><author><name>ET&amp;amp;ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085432874534724168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SN53HnrtrPI/AAAAAAAAAII/d-EM75DILAU/s72-c/013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625066726058101057.post-809569609496849987</id><published>2008-09-25T14:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T14:25:37.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gas Prices Six Years Ago</title><content type='html'>Most of you who know us are also aware that we moved to the east coast 6 years ago.  The time has absolutely flown, especially the last four years with our little ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was cleaning out a binder to reuse and found an interesting scrap of paper.  It was an envelope on which we had written our gas expenses from our move out here.  We noted the town where we filled up, how many miles we had traveled, the number of gallons put in and the total price of the purchase.    I'll list some of the gas prices per gallon below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Green River, WY  $1.239&lt;br /&gt;North Platte, NE  $1.699&lt;br /&gt;Omaha, NE   $1.369&lt;br /&gt;Peoria, IL    $1.349&lt;br /&gt;London, OH   $1.319&lt;br /&gt;Annandale, VA  $1.359&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That trip cost us $305.75 in all.  At not quite 3 times the gas prices now, that same trip in a moving truck, towing a car at 10 mpg, we would spend about $825.55.   Oh, the good old days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625066726058101057-809569609496849987?l=sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/feeds/809569609496849987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625066726058101057&amp;postID=809569609496849987' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/809569609496849987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/809569609496849987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/2008/09/gas-prices-six-years-ago.html' title='Gas Prices Six Years Ago'/><author><name>ET&amp;amp;ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085432874534724168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625066726058101057.post-6495942659486207219</id><published>2008-09-09T07:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T07:50:48.118-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Hanna</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SMZiWlzy-SI/AAAAAAAAAH4/TGC9rN0x8JA/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243986956365527330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SMZiWlzy-SI/AAAAAAAAAH4/TGC9rN0x8JA/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay, so I couldn't resist the cheesy title. Truth be told, we faired quite well with what was then just a tropical storm system. We got about 5 inches of rain in 6 hours, so it was very wet. Luckily, we prepared by checking the gutters and walkout to make sure that the drainage paths were clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did not lose power during the actual storm, so our sump pump was able to mostly keep up with the water. We were also fortunate enough not to lose any trees this time. Ethan had fun watching the rivers of water in the streets, but did not like having to stay in doors.  (For those who don't know, that muddy brown section is our ditch topping over.  Sorry about the screen in the way, but I was not about to go outside just to get a clearer picture.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We'll have to see what the rest of the hurricane season has for us this year. Hopefully we won't receive any direct blows. The last time we did was 5 years ago with Hurricane Isabel. She left us without power for nearly 5 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625066726058101057-6495942659486207219?l=sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/feeds/6495942659486207219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625066726058101057&amp;postID=6495942659486207219' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/6495942659486207219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/6495942659486207219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/2008/09/holy-hanna.html' title='Holy Hanna'/><author><name>ET&amp;amp;ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085432874534724168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SMZiWlzy-SI/AAAAAAAAAH4/TGC9rN0x8JA/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625066726058101057.post-3616669382409439546</id><published>2008-09-03T11:35:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T11:59:54.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Helping Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SL60a1sKwSI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Lt0nHbPLsh8/s1600-h/010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241825389487767842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SL60a1sKwSI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Lt0nHbPLsh8/s320/010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maya has come to the point where she wants to be involved in everything. So she climbs up on the stove drawer handle to try and help us cook. Maya likes to help unload the dishwasher, whether or not the dishes are clean. Maya can never let Ethan be the only one in our laps, or being read to. She wants to help put away the laundry, in other words, she's really good at unfolding clothes and dragging them on the floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is one duty in which she has been able to start actually helping us. Diaper duty. Maya has now started to take her own diapers to the trash. She still needs assistance to open the pail, but throws the diaper in and joins with us in saying "Hurray Maya".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625066726058101057-3616669382409439546?l=sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/feeds/3616669382409439546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625066726058101057&amp;postID=3616669382409439546' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/3616669382409439546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/3616669382409439546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/2008/09/helping-out.html' title='Helping Out'/><author><name>ET&amp;amp;ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085432874534724168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SL60a1sKwSI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/Lt0nHbPLsh8/s72-c/010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625066726058101057.post-4870170944211399242</id><published>2008-08-26T16:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T16:15:05.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Go!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SLRkCiq9frI/AAAAAAAAAGo/geAe4C3EgTQ/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238922261368241842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SLRkCiq9frI/AAAAAAAAAGo/geAe4C3EgTQ/s320/001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each morning, Maya has a little routine to say good bye to Daddy. He has to pick her up, nothing else will do. Then she turns to me and waves good bye. She'll even give me kisses to let me know she'll be going with Daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This morning she went through the regular routine. When I took her back, she leaned to Daddy again until he held her. She then said something that sounded remarkably like, "Let's go. Go, go."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625066726058101057-4870170944211399242?l=sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/feeds/4870170944211399242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625066726058101057&amp;postID=4870170944211399242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/4870170944211399242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/4870170944211399242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/2008/08/lets-go.html' title='Let&apos;s Go!!'/><author><name>ET&amp;amp;ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085432874534724168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SLRkCiq9frI/AAAAAAAAAGo/geAe4C3EgTQ/s72-c/001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625066726058101057.post-734592224374082285</id><published>2008-08-11T19:09:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T19:20:24.628-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympic Enthusiasm</title><content type='html'>Gymnastics has been an interest in Todd's family for years. Two of his sisters were very active in the sport, one of the two also a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;collegiate competitor&lt;/span&gt;. I was always curious if Maya would show any ability or interest as she grew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, we watched the US women's gymnastic team compete in Beijing. Maya was enthralled. She turned around the floor as she watched and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;occasionally&lt;/span&gt; tried to flourish her hand up above her. It was all quite adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the coverage switched to swimming, she was not pleased. She started to make the ASL sign for "more" and then &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;re-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;imitated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;the hand flourish above her. She repeated this several times before she realized that she was stuck with swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps we'll have to enroll her in some classes in a few years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625066726058101057-734592224374082285?l=sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/feeds/734592224374082285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625066726058101057&amp;postID=734592224374082285' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/734592224374082285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/734592224374082285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/2008/08/olympic-enthusiasm.html' title='Olympic Enthusiasm'/><author><name>ET&amp;amp;ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085432874534724168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625066726058101057.post-8806609549720180108</id><published>2008-08-08T15:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T15:36:06.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Face Meets Door</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SJyfowU3CII/AAAAAAAAAGg/rIojsDhv3wM/s1600-h/Rough+Day+004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232232389613652098" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SJyfowU3CII/AAAAAAAAAGg/rIojsDhv3wM/s320/Rough+Day+004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Poor little Maya.  Now that she's gotten the walking down, she decided to start running as well.  Her body also decided to have a growth spurt which has made her a little clumsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day, she was running and didn't realize how close the door was getting.  Thus the red mark on her right cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poor kids also face planted 3 times that day and tripped at least 4 other times.  It was a rough day in all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625066726058101057-8806609549720180108?l=sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/feeds/8806609549720180108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625066726058101057&amp;postID=8806609549720180108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/8806609549720180108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/8806609549720180108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/2008/08/face-meets-door.html' title='Face Meets Door'/><author><name>ET&amp;amp;ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085432874534724168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SJyfowU3CII/AAAAAAAAAGg/rIojsDhv3wM/s72-c/Rough+Day+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625066726058101057.post-1782936417873693232</id><published>2008-08-01T07:43:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T15:39:06.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Observations of a 4 year old.</title><content type='html'>Todd and I were lucky enough to go to dinner with some friends. We had picked Ethan and Maya up, loaded the tired, crying children in the car and started making our way home. Ethan, being his usual observant self, started making some comments to us, after the motions of the car calmed the two little ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E-Mom, there's another seat here.&lt;br /&gt;K-Yeah, there is. What is it for?&lt;br /&gt;E-For another baby.&lt;br /&gt;T-What baby?&lt;br /&gt;E-The baby that comes after the last Disney World.&lt;br /&gt;K-Oh really?&lt;br /&gt;E-Mmm, hmm.&lt;br /&gt;K-Whose baby is it?&lt;br /&gt;E-Our baby.&lt;br /&gt;T-You want another baby?&lt;br /&gt;E-Yeah (giggling)&lt;br /&gt;T-What kind of baby?&lt;br /&gt;E-A boy.&lt;br /&gt;K-What would we name him?&lt;br /&gt;E-Ethan.&lt;br /&gt;T-Another Ethan. We can't do that, mom might call for Ethan and you wouldn't know if it was you. How about another name?&lt;br /&gt;E-How about Robert.&lt;br /&gt;T-Probably not Robert. (No offense intended to Robert or Roberta)&lt;br /&gt;E-How about Uncle Paul&lt;br /&gt;Laughter by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;That little boy cracks me up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Disclaimer-This story is not announcing any impending conditions or plans, known or not known, about the current size of our family. It is simply the musings of our son. Sorry Grandma.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625066726058101057-1782936417873693232?l=sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/feeds/1782936417873693232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625066726058101057&amp;postID=1782936417873693232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/1782936417873693232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/1782936417873693232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/2008/08/observations-of-4-year-old.html' title='Observations of a 4 year old.'/><author><name>ET&amp;amp;ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085432874534724168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625066726058101057.post-1002131924486677324</id><published>2008-07-25T18:53:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T18:44:57.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Miniature Golf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227296209827161090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SIsWNRp-ZAI/AAAAAAAAAGI/tUe5xDy5B9o/s320/004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today, for the first time, Ethan and Maya played miniature golf with us. Ethan was complaining when we first arrived. He could see a pool and some water slides just next to the course and wanted to go over there instead. We coaxed him onto the course. He waited, rather impatiently, for our turn to start. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SIsWjJC2G6I/AAAAAAAAAGY/L23wSj9Tp_E/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227296585472678818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SIsWjJC2G6I/AAAAAAAAAGY/L23wSj9Tp_E/s320/008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although we tried to teach him correct hand position, etc., that all went out the window with our four year old. We gradually made our way around the 18 holes, Ethan helping all of us with our puts. Ethan tried to hit every water hazard and sometimes tried to do a hole two or three times. Luckily the group behind us was quite slow, so we had no problems taking our time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maya just wanted to be in the middle of everything, literally. She sat down in the middle of the greens and grabbed at balls. We tried to play around her as best we could. Maya often used her new favorite word "share" to ask to hold the ball. Then she would chuck the ball to the ground. This was a little challenging when walking between holes, juggling the clubs, camera and baby while trying to keep up with Ethan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All in all, we had a blast. Ethan already asked to go back "next week" which loosely translated means tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625066726058101057-1002131924486677324?l=sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/feeds/1002131924486677324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625066726058101057&amp;postID=1002131924486677324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/1002131924486677324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/1002131924486677324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-miniature-golf.html' title='First Miniature Golf'/><author><name>ET&amp;amp;ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085432874534724168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SIsWNRp-ZAI/AAAAAAAAAGI/tUe5xDy5B9o/s72-c/004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625066726058101057.post-4198289933619643734</id><published>2008-07-25T18:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T18:53:01.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirsty Monkey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SIpYzlrQvFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/IvaGpbBGH3I/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227087960827018322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SIpYzlrQvFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/IvaGpbBGH3I/s320/002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our little Maya decided she was thirsty and attempted to get the orange water bottle on the cupboard.  She climbed up on the oven drawer handle, but soon found that she was stuck.  She started to call out to get someone to help her down.  We were more than willing to help, but just after we snapped a few photos.&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/8625066726058101057-4198289933619643734?l=sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/feeds/4198289933619643734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625066726058101057&amp;postID=4198289933619643734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/4198289933619643734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/4198289933619643734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/2008/07/thirsty-monkey.html' title='Thirsty Monkey'/><author><name>ET&amp;amp;ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085432874534724168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_zzNbIPzmgAc/SIpYzlrQvFI/AAAAAAAAAEo/IvaGpbBGH3I/s72-c/002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625066726058101057.post-3085282200276258860</id><published>2008-07-24T07:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T07:45:34.745-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye bye!!!</title><content type='html'>Our poor Maya has developed some allergies. Unfortunately, those allergies were triggered by our dog, Belle. While Belle has been an energetic, happy part of our family, we needed to put Maya's needs first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, yesterday we sent Belle to live with someone else. A lady in Pennsylvania has a ranch and a soft spot for Scottish Terriers. So now Belle is off barking at horses and playing with other dogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethan is taking the news quite well. He said good bye to her without tears. He later asked if we could go visit Belle. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;(I hate those moments when you feel like you should lie to your kids.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I told him no, she's not our dog anymore. &lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Besides, I don't know where in Pennsylvania or the name of the lady as our vet acted as an intermediary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya might be more upset if she were not already distressed about 2 new teeth coming in. Poor princess. I found them this morning and realized that was the cause of her decreased appetite and slightly less cheerful demeanor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625066726058101057-3085282200276258860?l=sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/feeds/3085282200276258860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625066726058101057&amp;postID=3085282200276258860' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/3085282200276258860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/3085282200276258860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/2008/07/bye-bye.html' title='Bye bye!!!'/><author><name>ET&amp;amp;ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085432874534724168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625066726058101057.post-5585401349134308404</id><published>2008-07-14T11:18:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T11:31:47.157-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Strange URL!!!!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so we've been catching some flack about the address to this blog.  Yes, we love our two little ones with all our hearts.  I may be a bit biased, but I think they are two of the most beautiful children I've ever seen.  And yes, sometimes we get frustrated in parenting.  If you've found a parent that doesn't, please introduce me to them so I can find out all their secrets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But really, the name came from a little bit of an inside joke with some of our friends.  One of our good friends, Cathi, is actually decendent from gypsies.  No joke.  That is her lineage.  So, as is common with her friends and family, we joke that we will sell the kids to the gypsies, or ship them off to Cathi's for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we all know that it is an empty threat.  As she has 3 daughters whom my children adore, it would be more of a reward than punishment to send them to her house for a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625066726058101057-5585401349134308404?l=sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/feeds/5585401349134308404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625066726058101057&amp;postID=5585401349134308404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/5585401349134308404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/5585401349134308404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-strange-url.html' title='What a Strange URL!!!!'/><author><name>ET&amp;amp;ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085432874534724168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625066726058101057.post-3483602540205910865</id><published>2008-07-14T10:54:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T11:18:18.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Princess is Walking, Kind Of</title><content type='html'>Yes, Maya is taking steps around the house, unassisted. She has been doing it for about a month. (Sorry I didn't update sooner.) She is still unstable though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often, she decides that it is just easier to scoot, so she drops to the floor and resumes her unique hobbling. She learned to stabilize herself on our wood floors when going to both knees resulted in a few face plants. Ouch!! So she started putting her right leg forward, using her arms and dragging the left leg a bit behind her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is also apparent in her walking. She tends to drag the left foot when she takes steps. So we're still working on the whole walking concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, we've found that playing hide and seek can be quite dangerous for mommy. Maya and I were hiding under a blanket while Ethan did his Fe, Fi, Fo, Fum bit. Maya gets very excited when he does this. She launched herself backward and planted the back of her head against the bridge of my nose. Crunch!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the pain. Not just the instant watering of the eyes from the stinging, which I'm sure most parents have experienced. No, it takes quite a bit of pain to actually make me cry, and tears were running down my cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maya was upset at seeing me cry so, being the sweetheart she is, she kept kissing me to try to help me feel better while I applied ice, lied down and tried to minimize bleeding and swelling. So two days out, I've got some bruising across the bridge of my nose, congestion, unrelated to allergies, and the constant throbbing pain through the sinuses. I still don't know if my nose was actually broken, as I was too cheap to pay $30 over the weekend to get it x-rayed, but it's not crooked, no leaking cerebral fluid or gray matter, so I figure why bother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just have to remember to place my face a bit more strategically in the future, or at least make sure it happens on a weekday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625066726058101057-3483602540205910865?l=sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/feeds/3483602540205910865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625066726058101057&amp;postID=3483602540205910865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/3483602540205910865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/3483602540205910865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/2008/07/our-princess-is-walking-kind-of.html' title='Our Princess is Walking, Kind Of'/><author><name>ET&amp;amp;ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085432874534724168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625066726058101057.post-3071262275130883026</id><published>2008-06-29T07:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T07:44:34.634-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Utter Disappointment</title><content type='html'>Poor Ethan!!!  He has been so excited to see Wall-E ever since he saw a preview on the Playhouse Disney website.  He has been asking to go see it for months, trying to save money, reminding us it was almost time, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, finally, the family loads in the car and drives to a local theatre.    We fork out $30 for matinee tickets, a small popcorn and a drink.  Of course the line is huge, but Ethan is so excited he can hardly sit still.  We get seats and sit through some previews. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up, the short film.  We laughed the whole way through, as it is one of the best short films I've seen from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pixar&lt;/span&gt;.  Ethan was laughing so hard we almost needed to shush him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Wall-E starts.  Ethan was a little confused by the setting, but got to see all of his favorite parts within the first 20 minutes of the movie.  Then wham, the political message hit and continued through the rest of the show.  Ethan was not very interested in the show anymore and asked repeatedly to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't blame him one bit.  Most of the humor is adult humor.  Little kids don't pick up on the small nuances in love and attraction.  While animated, it is not meant for small children, even less so than Ratatouille.  But even Ethan couldn't miss that Earth was messed up, and wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That brings me to the political statement.  Okay, obviously I should have done a little more research about what the show was about.  But I hate, repeat, hate being force fed a political message, whether or not I agree with it, especially after spending $30 of my own money to do so.  We wanted to be entertained, not preached to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left with a bad taste in our mouths, and it wasn't from the popcorn.  We all agreed that it was one pixar show that we would not be buying. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel especially bad for my poor four year old boy.  This is one of the largest disappointments he has had to face and survived it with just a few minor meltdowns.  Next time we will have to read all the reviews and spoilers to be sure that we don't waste our time, money or disappoint our little ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625066726058101057-3071262275130883026?l=sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/feeds/3071262275130883026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625066726058101057&amp;postID=3071262275130883026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/3071262275130883026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/3071262275130883026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/2008/06/utter-disappointment.html' title='Utter Disappointment'/><author><name>ET&amp;amp;ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085432874534724168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625066726058101057.post-2511430777359290306</id><published>2008-06-19T16:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T16:14:01.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Power Outage Blues</title><content type='html'>Luckily, we live far enough east that we are not getting the full force of the vicious storms raging through the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;midwest&lt;/span&gt;.  But, we do get some pretty big storms all the same.  Our area has had 4 major power outages in the last 3 weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these power outages lasted several days during 100 degree weather.  Luckily we had a friend whose home did not lose power and they had an extra room.  We got to escape the heat.  Ethan enjoyed getting out of the heat but was a little more enthusiastic about the visit than I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The latest of these power outages was earlier this week.  The power had been out for over 20 hours and we left to run errands.  When we returned, we were lucky enough to have power restored.  I was excited to have air conditioning and a working refrigerator.  Ethan was less than enthusiastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ethan, aren't you glad that we have power again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;No, I wanted to go to Heather's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625066726058101057-2511430777359290306?l=sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/feeds/2511430777359290306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625066726058101057&amp;postID=2511430777359290306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/2511430777359290306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/2511430777359290306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/2008/06/power-outage-blues.html' title='Power Outage Blues'/><author><name>ET&amp;amp;ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085432874534724168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625066726058101057.post-1676496972433092323</id><published>2008-06-13T10:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T10:59:11.153-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lawyer in the making?</title><content type='html'>Ethan has been developing his negotion skills quite well.  As most children do, he tries to manipulate the situation to his liking.  His latest venture has been with items that we use as rewards and incentives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than just asking if he can play on the game cube or have a piece of candy, he's learned to phrase it in a way that sets him in the advantage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, have I been good enough to get a peanut butter candy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, I helped you do laundry, can I play on the TV (game cube).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dad, I helped in the yard, can I play on the computer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he actually has been good, it is extremely difficult to tell him no.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625066726058101057-1676496972433092323?l=sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/feeds/1676496972433092323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625066726058101057&amp;postID=1676496972433092323' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/1676496972433092323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/1676496972433092323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/2008/06/lawyer-in-making.html' title='Lawyer in the making?'/><author><name>ET&amp;amp;ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085432874534724168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625066726058101057.post-3908841233259775483</id><published>2008-05-20T08:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T08:20:11.029-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Separation Anxiety</title><content type='html'>Maya has recently decided to let us know when she's not ready to take a nap.  Not only does she sit up and move everything she can, but she has started to vocalize her discontent.  After a few minutes of crying and shuffling you start to her this call get progressively louder throughout  the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The baby Maya."  ...........  "The baby Maya."   ............  "The baby Maya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if we could actually forget that she's there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has also expanded this call to when we leave the room to do dishes, or laundry, or anytime she just can't see us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625066726058101057-3908841233259775483?l=sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/feeds/3908841233259775483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625066726058101057&amp;postID=3908841233259775483' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/3908841233259775483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/3908841233259775483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/2008/05/separation-anxiety.html' title='Separation Anxiety'/><author><name>ET&amp;amp;ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085432874534724168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625066726058101057.post-4819886005121453575</id><published>2008-05-20T08:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T08:12:36.297-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stressful Life of an Infant</title><content type='html'>With the tears that accompany childhood, learning is obviously tough.  My discovery the other day made me start to wonder though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was at a park with the kids and some friends, I noticed that Maya had a funny, wiry piece of hair near the front of her head.  As I looked closer, to my dismay, I found that it was a gray hair.  I plucked it from her head, which didn't even make her flinch, and sought validation of my discovery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another mom confirmed that it was indeed a gray hair.  I didn't know you could get gray hair before your first birthday, but apparently you can.  Maybe a baby's life is harder than I thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625066726058101057-4819886005121453575?l=sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/feeds/4819886005121453575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625066726058101057&amp;postID=4819886005121453575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/4819886005121453575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/4819886005121453575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/2008/05/stressful-life-of-infant.html' title='The Stressful Life of an Infant'/><author><name>ET&amp;amp;ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085432874534724168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625066726058101057.post-8793042199566482837</id><published>2008-03-29T19:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T18:33:51.144-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More and More Teeth</title><content type='html'>Maya now has 6 teeth. Poor kid hasn't stopped teething in a month and a half. We're hoping for a small break for her poor little mouth. All that said, she has been remarkably good for a teething baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is also now trying to say a few more words. More, Belle and Brother are among those. Obviously she only gets approximations of them, but her actions help make the meaning clear. We don't know why she won't call him Ethan, but brother works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is becoming very social. Having an affectionate family, she thinks she is supposed to kiss everybody. Other 11 month old babies don't quite know how to react when she kisses them, or tries to play directly with them. It is cute though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625066726058101057-8793042199566482837?l=sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/feeds/8793042199566482837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625066726058101057&amp;postID=8793042199566482837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/8793042199566482837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/8793042199566482837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/2008/03/more-and-more-teeth.html' title='More and More Teeth'/><author><name>ET&amp;amp;ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085432874534724168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625066726058101057.post-3453244273799099660</id><published>2008-03-12T11:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T11:17:27.114-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where does he learn these words?</title><content type='html'>When Ethan gets in trouble and is sent to his room, he has the choice of going himself or having help with increased consequences. Today was a day that he started bright and early with hitting and sassing, both of which are not tolerated, and was sent to his room. He refused to go so I began taking him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"No, Mommy, I want to go in myself."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I set him down to give him the chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"Mommy, I don't need you to escort me in my room."&lt;/span&gt; He stood statue still just outside his door.  As I finish helping him to his room, I am stunned at his vocabulary. Where on earth did he learn the word escort, let alone what it means and how to use it in a sentence?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625066726058101057-3453244273799099660?l=sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/feeds/3453244273799099660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625066726058101057&amp;postID=3453244273799099660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/3453244273799099660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/3453244273799099660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/2008/03/where-does-he-learn-these-words.html' title='Where does he learn these words?'/><author><name>ET&amp;amp;ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085432874534724168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625066726058101057.post-6358489239052974954</id><published>2008-03-03T19:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T19:19:15.325-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tooth</title><content type='html'>Last week, Maya finally cut her first tooth.  She's still adjusting to the new feeling.  It looks like there are a few more on the way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625066726058101057-6358489239052974954?l=sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/feeds/6358489239052974954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625066726058101057&amp;postID=6358489239052974954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/6358489239052974954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/6358489239052974954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/2008/03/tooth.html' title='A Tooth'/><author><name>ET&amp;amp;ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085432874534724168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625066726058101057.post-6142202405018673248</id><published>2008-02-09T16:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T17:09:35.267-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Modesty Please Mommy</title><content type='html'>During the day, Ethan and I like to scrapbook together. Okay, so Mommy scrapbooks and Ethan helps trim items and apply glue. What he mostly likes is to look through his baby book and have Mommy explain what it says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We recently finished the page about my ultrasounds while I was pregnant with him. (Yes, I'm behind.) He looks at the page and asks, &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Mommy, what's this?"&lt;/span&gt; He's pointing at the picture that shows his gender. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"That shows that you are a boy. See, those are your boy parts."&lt;/span&gt; Ethan looks a little puzzled for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;"But Mommy, why did they take my diaper off?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625066726058101057-6142202405018673248?l=sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/feeds/6142202405018673248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625066726058101057&amp;postID=6142202405018673248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/6142202405018673248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/6142202405018673248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/2008/02/modesty-please-mommy.html' title='Modesty Please Mommy'/><author><name>ET&amp;amp;ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085432874534724168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625066726058101057.post-4091119631536354776</id><published>2008-02-04T19:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T19:27:50.391-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Maya</title><content type='html'>Our littlest angel is doing much better now. No more RSV or ear infections, hopefully. But, she is beginning to teethe. Her two bottom front teeth are trying to push their way up. Man, it is making for some rough nights at our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, Maya is trying to decide whether or not she actually wants to crawl. Right now, she much prefers to scoot around on her bottom. It just seems that everytime she tries to crawl, she does a face plant. Being all wood, our floors are far from soft. Ouch!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is beginning to pull herself to standing. Who knows, she may just skip crawling all together.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625066726058101057-4091119631536354776?l=sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/feeds/4091119631536354776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625066726058101057&amp;postID=4091119631536354776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/4091119631536354776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/4091119631536354776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/2008/02/miss-maya.html' title='Miss Maya'/><author><name>ET&amp;amp;ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085432874534724168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625066726058101057.post-5916656910266446859</id><published>2008-02-04T19:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T19:31:25.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Ski Trip</title><content type='html'>While we took our early Christmas Vacation, Ethan had the chance to ski for the first time.  Initially, he wanted no part of these weird sticks on his feet.  He made his father stay with him at the bottom of the hill while his cousins, aunt and uncles skied.  Since Ethan didn't want to ski, Daddy called to have Mommy pick him up early. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Mommy and Grandma came up the mountain, Daddy convinced Ethan to go down a small bump.  Ethan liked it so much that he insisted on more.  But would he get on the lift?  Oh no!  He had Daddy carry him up the hill time and time again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Mommy did show up, Ethan was on the hill ready to show his stuff.  Down he came, thumbs in the air and grinning from ear to ear.  He was so proud of himself.  He could even almost turn.  He never did manage to figure out how to stop.  Maybe next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625066726058101057-5916656910266446859?l=sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/feeds/5916656910266446859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625066726058101057&amp;postID=5916656910266446859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/5916656910266446859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/5916656910266446859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/2008/02/first-ski-trip.html' title='First Ski Trip'/><author><name>ET&amp;amp;ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085432874534724168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625066726058101057.post-7849960769255764136</id><published>2008-02-04T19:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T19:24:00.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comments</title><content type='html'>Now that we are back from vacation; over the illnesses; and trying to get back in the swing of things; we'll update the blog a bit.  We decided it is just too much hassle to go by initials for the family, so we'll use first names only.  (If the kids weren't so darn cute we wouldn't worry so much.)  =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those who know us, please refrain from using our full names and locations while making comments.  Todd, and/or Justin, says that I am just too paranoid that something will happen, but I'd hate to become a target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the stories, photos, and hopefully videos (assuming I can figure it out).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625066726058101057-7849960769255764136?l=sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/feeds/7849960769255764136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625066726058101057&amp;postID=7849960769255764136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/7849960769255764136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/7849960769255764136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/2008/02/comments.html' title='Comments'/><author><name>ET&amp;amp;ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085432874534724168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625066726058101057.post-2371732754494188913</id><published>2007-12-05T15:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T15:50:15.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Learning about Money</title><content type='html'>ET sometimes likes to play games, like club penguin and animal crossing, that imitate some aspects of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were driving in the car, he made a usual request to go to McDonalds and get an egg.  (An actual visit to McD's is a somewhat rare occurence in which I let him have the egg off my breakfast sandwich.)  I told him that we needed to save our money instead.  He wanted to know why.  I told him that daddy works hard to earn the money so he can have food, clothes and toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But, Mom, I played the game and earned coins.  So, you can have money to buy me a egg."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625066726058101057-2371732754494188913?l=sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/feeds/2371732754494188913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625066726058101057&amp;postID=2371732754494188913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/2371732754494188913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/2371732754494188913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/2007/12/learning-about-money.html' title='Learning about Money'/><author><name>ET&amp;amp;ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085432874534724168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625066726058101057.post-2629904239499131314</id><published>2007-10-30T16:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T17:02:08.887-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oreo Melt</title><content type='html'>This story occurs on a nice Sunday afternoon. We were home from church and had begun to make lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ET what do you want for lunch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Oreomelt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Buddy, you need to eat something else before you can eat oreos. How about some chicken nuggets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;No, I want oreomelt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Oreos and milk?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;No, oreomelt.&lt;/span&gt; I am completely wracking my brains at this point. What on earth is oreomelt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;What about some of that yummy meat you liked?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;No, I want oreomelt.&lt;/span&gt; We are on the verge of a major meltdown at this point. Daddy comes in to help figure it out. At one point ET agrees to Ramen Noodles, but then reverts to oreomelt. We keep offering other foods and he insists on oreomelt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ET is starting to actually cry in frustration. Then, in the midst of my chaotic thought process, I remember that he had had oatmeal for breakfast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ET, you mean oatmeal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;Yeah, I want oatmeal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calm begins to resume after the miscommunication has ended. A simple mispronunciation can be the end of the world to a three year old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625066726058101057-2629904239499131314?l=sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/feeds/2629904239499131314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625066726058101057&amp;postID=2629904239499131314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/2629904239499131314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/2629904239499131314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/2007/10/oreo-melt.html' title='Oreo Melt'/><author><name>ET&amp;amp;ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085432874534724168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625066726058101057.post-4207250881170650596</id><published>2007-10-21T16:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T17:05:57.369-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy, I Made a Mistake</title><content type='html'>ET likes to do many things. Among those activities are playing games, coloring, playing with trains and reading stories. One evening he was given the choice to continue playing a game or to have Daddy play trains with him. ET chose to play the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After his sister had gone to sleep, ET decided that he wanted to play trains. As the noisy toys are only a thin wall away from her bed, he was then denied that chance by his father. He came to me almost in tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Mommy, I made a mistake. I want to play with my trains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Buddy, ME is asleep. We can't play with them now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;But I made a mistake. I want to play with trains. Please?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;No, ET. You can play with them tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His voice rising in pitch-&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Please, I made a mista-a-ake.&lt;/span&gt; Full blown tears now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew that our answer was no. He also knew that he had made his choice. Now that time had run out, he had to live with the consequences, but didn't like them. After many tears, explanations, and snuggles, ET calmed down. It is yet to be seen if he learned anything from that night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625066726058101057-4207250881170650596?l=sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/feeds/4207250881170650596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625066726058101057&amp;postID=4207250881170650596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/4207250881170650596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/4207250881170650596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/2007/10/mommy-i-made-mistake.html' title='Mommy, I Made a Mistake'/><author><name>ET&amp;amp;ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085432874534724168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625066726058101057.post-7231262578088782855</id><published>2007-10-21T16:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T16:38:32.615-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ET's New Favorite "Diet"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;As happens each fall and winter, viruses are now sweeping our portion of the country.  When ET had a recent cold he was extremely congested.  Due to an inability to smell, nothing tasted very good to him.  For several days he would request certain foods, which he usually likes, but upon beginning to eat he would dislike the taste and refuse to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;He could, however, still handle peanut butter.  In an effort to get some &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;carbs&lt;/span&gt; in him in addition to the protein and fat, I added a little sugar and some flour.  At that point the consistency was easily edible.  ET ate it quite quickly.  He then began to brag to his father that he got cookie dough for dinner.  He wanted the dough for just a couple more days.   Once the cold passed, his diet was returned to normal, much to his dislike.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;He &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;occasionally&lt;/span&gt; still requests "cookie dough" for some of his meals.  Oh, the frustration of trying to reason with a 3 1/2 year old.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625066726058101057-7231262578088782855?l=sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/feeds/7231262578088782855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625066726058101057&amp;postID=7231262578088782855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/7231262578088782855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/7231262578088782855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/2007/10/ets-new-favorite-diet.html' title='ET&apos;s New Favorite &quot;Diet&quot;'/><author><name>ET&amp;amp;ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085432874534724168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625066726058101057.post-5806900340904805200</id><published>2007-09-28T21:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T21:32:05.148-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Today Daddy Visited with the President</title><content type='html'>Well, not really.  But I was invited to hear him give a speech.  Whether you like his politics or not, (and I really don't want to turn this into a political blog), it is still fun to come home and tell your kids that Daddy sat three rows from the President of the United States, right next to the Aussies, in front of the Chinese, and behind the Portugal delegation.  Not bad for a kid who grew up in the middle of no where rural America.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625066726058101057-5806900340904805200?l=sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/feeds/5806900340904805200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625066726058101057&amp;postID=5806900340904805200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/5806900340904805200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/5806900340904805200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/2007/09/today-daddy-visited-with-president.html' title='Today Daddy Visited with the President'/><author><name>jth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08803892625946942046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625066726058101057.post-6660941517958265272</id><published>2007-09-28T12:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T14:33:33.114-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Spiritual Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;We live in an area with heavy traffic and rude drivers. I can have a bit of a temper, so I tend to listen to religious music while I drive in order to help keep me calm. I began to sing along to one particular song that referenced getting closer to our Savior.  The lyrics talk about crying to, dancing for and flying to Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;ET &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;asks,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;"Mommy, why do we fly to Jesus?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The song just means to get to know him better and trust him. He loves us and helps us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;"Does Jesus keep me safe?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, ET, he does."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;"Is Jesus in the car?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I look around at the clutter. Wrappers, extra clothes, toys, shopping bags.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Probably not sweetie. Jesus likes to be where it is clean. Is the car very clean?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;"No."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;A few moments of silence follow.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;"Mommy, we need to clean the car so Jesus can have a place to sit."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;I start to choke up on how sweet his reasoning was. Once I could talk with a normal voice I ask him to help me clean the car that weekend. He agrees and we continue with our otherwise ordinary, but blessed day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625066726058101057-6660941517958265272?l=sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/feeds/6660941517958265272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625066726058101057&amp;postID=6660941517958265272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/6660941517958265272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/6660941517958265272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/2007/09/sweet-spiritual-moment.html' title='Sweet Spiritual Moment'/><author><name>ET&amp;amp;ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085432874534724168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625066726058101057.post-2693087393266924762</id><published>2007-09-28T12:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T12:38:55.987-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Has to Learn the Hard Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It seems to me that my son has to learn the hard way on many things. I can tell him over and over not to do something, but he won't stop until he actually gets hurt. Examples? Oh, where do I start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ET loves to run. Even when we are on concrete, going downhill, he will run. "ET, don't run or you could fall and get hurt."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;(In one ear and out the other.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"ET, please don't run on the sidewalk."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;(Still no response.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"ET, please stop. You could get hurt."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;(The front edge of his shoe catches and down he goes. Wailing and gnashing of teeth ensue.)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;ET says, "Mommy, you let me fall and get hurt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point I sometimes can't figure out which emotion I am supposed to have. Do I get angry he didn't listen, cry with him, or laugh at his ridiculous conclusion that it is somehow my fault? No, I am not that callous. I usually pull him close and comfort him. I then gently and quietly tell him that it was for precisely that reason I asked him not to run downhill on the sidewalk. I tell him that he should listen the next time I tell him to stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;(ET nods and lets me console him.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Five days later, we get to do almost the same sequence all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625066726058101057-2693087393266924762?l=sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/feeds/2693087393266924762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625066726058101057&amp;postID=2693087393266924762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/2693087393266924762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/2693087393266924762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/2007/09/has-to-learn-hard-way.html' title='Has to Learn the Hard Way'/><author><name>ET&amp;amp;ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085432874534724168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8625066726058101057.post-636224108442443277</id><published>2007-09-18T08:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T08:17:57.482-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Welcome'/><title type='text'>Beginning of ET &amp; ME</title><content type='html'>No, we are not huge alien fans, other than our own little ET.  Those are simply the initials of our beloved, sometimes frustrating, children.  And that brings us to the URL of this site.  In our society there are times when we feel like and even threaten to sell our children to the gypsies.  Some of the postings will undoubtedly display those moments but more often we will place some of our more beloved moments and stories for friends and family to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for those who read and share in the joy of our little ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8625066726058101057-636224108442443277?l=sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/feeds/636224108442443277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8625066726058101057&amp;postID=636224108442443277' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/636224108442443277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8625066726058101057/posts/default/636224108442443277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sellthemtothegypsies.blogspot.com/2007/09/beginning-of-et-me.html' title='Beginning of ET &amp; ME'/><author><name>ET&amp;amp;ME</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06085432874534724168</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
