tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78533736147812039672024-03-13T03:45:14.387-04:00The Daily BoogerMy attempts at first time parenthood and everything that goes with it!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger183125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853373614781203967.post-65131471498419483922009-12-10T08:30:00.009-05:002009-12-10T09:32:12.847-05:00Extreme Home Makeover...Kalamazoo StyleI hinted at our newest project <a href="http://boogerbby.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-dampa.html">here</a>.<br /><br /><br />So, I guess I should fill you in. And seeing how it's a snow day... it seems as good a time as any.<br /><br />Long story, lots of details....<br /><br /><br />We currently own two houses, and will in near months end up with no mortgage.<br /><br /><br />My husband began volunteering with the <a href="http://www.edisonneighborhood.com/">Edison Neighborhood Association</a> over the summer after a number of incidents near our home. (Reminder- we live the <em>ghet-to</em>). During this time, he came across a house that is, quite literally, around the corner from us.<br /><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413604802949276962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj034bMPa2yAY-Qy3cZRNsrP3A-jL12M1osO-h8sVrnwXNS_KxU8URQ-pGKnQKrcWs3XpJhPLbSUq-Lp591dwQkZsktNu8lW2bcO36m4lv6EudcElQ6G33uwaXdUp9nwe6KoUdVJE55how/s200/DSC06440.JPG" /><br />It was considered adandoned by the city and was slated to be torn down in 2010.<br /><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413603931725946690" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAR_wtV0bbt0LpzwNK9XA6I6tjU35CG9EKOXnz4WimlLhAiyqDTbwvcqZWq-x4G0G64pi9NtkALgF6t2fvX9Hk3cE7XjLCTUxrlm-HGyuwksKVkbA2tEgegMXHuBiOn3mzAuaDy6qp8tI/s200/DSC06401.JPG" /><br />Which is sad, as you can see, it's really quite a potential-full house.<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413600548250177794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlEZntgbjtXZt2FB5WPbTPMkyLMSEmlTitxoOIK32E1ZJV9IEZ-o_JAoI5-AaeZCka_fBXzXlzg2eS111UWfdUm8gnvNN3TioLxRmQ2MTwlkD6BmaEc_hJpRSpIQ1PrPkeBqe0MM5QFPk/s200/DSC06440.JPG" /><br />That wasn't quite living up to its potential.<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413603942453090066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWay6QEEmcIu1eRujehCAEhhsHu7ZzRjKzPDDyaTTV1lYeZsuCp5H-BTlr-LUiG5QIkyL47KwYGcIEhm44YQjZsnd3LV1wzxjzfEwS5wQOTY3WOBoUdenLR4dPNgAPLriyG2jM4EMtjWA/s200/DSC06443.JPG" /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413603923059200050" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS0NPnzom8UoK7T9RmgszHudmdBXvQ8neBEevC_2tiLkxQLNPyH30M1OUKuF0l78GVPOlr67ZCC_lzcN3VKEsCFheZXVm9S_uUnc2_sCPXVT8YdbKrC4FeGiQx0xmrcI9U5EvDusvEJwM/s200/DSC06398.JPG" /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmFRmNbpIz70zTfXwSOekF_LO7UtugiHGEy_zfrNmKLSSHrGxFcAatyeY-x4eNZlwNMjN67lamuPMTZps7VXr0uG9l36OMfNGQB29zA8QYV3goqSHcpis3GmV0Ts6VhHoyiBPxw2ZYtKk/s1600-h/DSC06399.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413600543639033378" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmFRmNbpIz70zTfXwSOekF_LO7UtugiHGEy_zfrNmKLSSHrGxFcAatyeY-x4eNZlwNMjN67lamuPMTZps7VXr0uG9l36OMfNGQB29zA8QYV3goqSHcpis3GmV0Ts6VhHoyiBPxw2ZYtKk/s200/DSC06399.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0CPoK4QRgtNbtLhULYiVvFB90PfNLuR-IH1zpfe67IsucA2M67j_i3sUwKOCX9jYM4ev48pGsimaU2IGNQbJCY98cjkx_X9wDALzKf_SU73AETH9wtLAVAiF39t-c9HMt3YBMM8IlgNw/s1600-h/DSC06395.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413600533661938642" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0CPoK4QRgtNbtLhULYiVvFB90PfNLuR-IH1zpfe67IsucA2M67j_i3sUwKOCX9jYM4ev48pGsimaU2IGNQbJCY98cjkx_X9wDALzKf_SU73AETH9wtLAVAiF39t-c9HMt3YBMM8IlgNw/s200/DSC06395.JPG" /></a><br />We have been able to acquire the house, and have grants and assistance lined up to help us restore it. While working out the details, we discovered it is a historic home. Which means there are some stipulations we have to adhere too. Which is okay by us, really- how beautiful will it be once it is renovated and showing off all its glory?<br /></div><br /><div>Thus begins Extreme Home Makeover: Kalamazoo Style</div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413609899773622818" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifaYs_hlEC3lQHSlrN5rb4gj-MMZRryU2MJzNOomALAs8MYS1MAX1Um5JcHYlL1dCD5zUppygOY_RIG1qnFfb36ReoOTV9W7iKUUMl5eEONTYJHCpFYcQ0FLZkbjl4NlZll5mi_YU9sh4/s200/DSC06396.JPG" /></div><span style="font-size:78%;">There are 15 foot ceilings above that silly drop ceiling</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413609908255264802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgahEueAQbj_W7N8QqZRj-U0iDA5f9tZoQrLaqCPzsLO7hiXtunkVEuTAS8gHqUoi9XqZptQJi2eMkr6bxWXGmTd8Av-FtUzzh1pa0rMgV1tzKLemHAqLDGE19ZjXfvagpH6sxpOGcLGCw/s200/DSC06424.JPG" /></span><span style="font-size:78%;">Who puts formica on the walls? Or on anything really...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"> </div></span><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413607637342295666" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKcZHbgEGQJQzRG_G_2-Dd5-RNIUD3-5o4_5QPpKzgKZqSU2u7pS2MupVrsSXfaVSMAYnQEA5ahBAky8eW_Ci__kGRPVmtBYAY7yNBGcjmlnZWcBo-IdYlSuYd2nFy8zhnGgg7SAdsPQE/s200/DSC06414.JPG" /> <div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Where there's not formica, there's paneling in nearly every room upstairs!</span></div><div><br /></div><div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413607622901094370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSiDcnEv3HJya6niraKCh8NFS69qos0mX55KrGazc2EMBt7PiS9u_bbWzYD7UbOZN8bdCMfmZS5OWXRfPl0fsmdmAXCBBRKxup6M7DZReV6exF9wtYUHmI34bf5UyJemX-R1u33z8CxmA/s200/DSC06419.JPG" /> <span style="font-size:78%;">Someone <em>really</em> liked U of M... maybe that's why they left...</span></div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><p>One of these days, I'll post some before and afters of our house now. We'll miss it, but are looking forward to a new adventure.</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com64tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853373614781203967.post-83302921397762402252009-12-09T08:00:00.000-05:002009-12-09T08:00:10.450-05:00Oh.... dampaThe Booger has been lucky enough to spend some extra time with his grandparents over the past month or so.<br /><br /><div></div><div>He spent time with my in-laws during my conferences, and a couple days when he was down and out sick for a week just before that. He had finally figured out how to say grandma by the time conferences were done. But he couldn't quite figure out <em>who </em>to call grandma- it was quite the universal grandparent reference.</div><br /><br /><div></div><div>This wide spread use of 'damma' continued through Thanksgiving weekend- grandpa was outside and he'd yell for 'damma'. Grandma was in the other room and he'd yell for 'damma'. Grandpa came back in and he cheered for 'damma's' return. You get the picture.</div><br /><br /><div></div><div>This past weekend, he stayed with my parents, so Mike and I could work on a big project. <span style="font-size:85%;">(More on the later, really, I promise.) </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412653109715315314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3WNY7YH2tqanwjW1_hEXQH-keIbYbC9-Pe2ZpPLlWSfA_H1tApPiuyx5Jy6hyVlRaVl9yrMN0vKI11syxBiodvPR5lRnBUQpgifHYT-m8zGejPbN-UUQ-uITVFkaI5SMjjEIIMGoBcWc/s200/DSC06446.JPG" /><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">(Okay, so you might have to remind me...).</span></div><br /><div>Annnny way.. It seems he's figured it out.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>He woke up one morning asking for 'damma'.</div><br /><div></div><div>And rode home from daycare that night saying "ohhhh.... dampa!"</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Keeping my fingers crossed that these terms of endearment don't morph into another two syllable word that starts with 'dam....'</div><div> </div><div>Oh the joys!</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853373614781203967.post-54040959354992368242009-12-08T08:00:00.000-05:002009-12-08T08:00:02.345-05:00two for tuesday<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-IqZVsoJbb35_kIriDEN08-jy9mxcWAsQGWkM4XaQotIth87piNuJcJkRSX_XzTXaKGpEvFmT8sEzLIEnhUmJp3gI7JglxSUZ29-Gycws7YM7s4yh4yXqUgUxWcUS1KkVcRyprAQcsGY/s1600-h/DSC06563.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412631977800019986" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-IqZVsoJbb35_kIriDEN08-jy9mxcWAsQGWkM4XaQotIth87piNuJcJkRSX_XzTXaKGpEvFmT8sEzLIEnhUmJp3gI7JglxSUZ29-Gycws7YM7s4yh4yXqUgUxWcUS1KkVcRyprAQcsGY/s400/DSC06563.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtjyNvzZ2A6eKdf2ecm_7RTe5ufrbJ-clrZWR5Z8NGGukoA2ptU-1mHbTTylNril9mMHrXWzv-N6CAXy07I05lp9AWkBMLekG7pyOBkoHssKMN13-SKCFcW4E_rWFonPq9fSJHiNIABTo/s1600-h/DSC06475.JPG"></a><div>I made it into a picture for once. <span style="font-size:78%;">(at least I'm pretty sure that's my hand..)</span></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.bouffard11.blogspot.com/"><img src="http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k224/debi90/Twos-daybutton5.jpg" /></a></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853373614781203967.post-27033305168592177012009-12-06T20:39:00.011-05:002009-12-06T21:24:58.851-05:00An open letter to my blog...<div><div><div><div><div>Hello there... </div><div><br />It's been a while. I know, I know.<br /></div><div>Grab a cup of coffeee, pull up a seat. Let me catch you up.<br /></div><div>We've done some trick or treating...</div></div><div> </div><div><div><br /></div><div></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412309509586060002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHffzmbW_3mANzR3e1C0Ti1Y6rN0nbk7Z7QRwUozc4lB5byA-Ot-do9kJzBwjtq3c8E04G_04o3LKy8VgrsPyX78KG8oMVNC6tcX3rt7lD_hR7uld-GZH_37qsLIOz7aPG7s629aXxSWc/s320/DSC06246.JPG" /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjd-mJItpqRzSeO3APCeKHOGKzsIMxw0KvglRcKZ-A-WgZdMO2C1DvnLPb-hd5Ni7WiLpR2k4WUyanwkaHnoeabQ5Btjhk6q00Q8NWX7hXq-DPn-wmSQ8kid7SIuUsWdsb9PbRcpz6JoM/s1600-h/DSC05369.JPG"></a><br />Taken a hay ride...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1JyHo-g-QTPGTzWBvEIgN8NSp9vAUgidEFJsLnl2fO-zmQJ0ZxTEYPjY1_WlUgNNmlZ5t8YBp2Xc8Vc5lfQLi0cqqWyMd5IrPixLZ2oHnG8Ke1VYqt8uca-4D8pVjcmOHSe7UdGFJAhE/s1600-h/DSC06045.JPG"></a><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412308939378570658" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcuFBeEVZyx0bQRIsykLFEGle2okNndOjE7UKu0pLOcCh2aCNz4L6dTvV4V3-d_xbdODwYoTUXXEYcH8UAmrmxAC3Rk6bzcVeirB5kWk_uGrmPoVnbACrjq0mczanaVHXckg1xD7_dUdM/s320/DSC06053.JPG" /><br /><br /><div>Hung out a bit.. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412308931710576210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAPffKny71jC37pk8Asp8a2huh2iiiYGrhqEiabAiNR2oYAi2lMwZNrkCUHH4cPgGKBnHgG3Dh7x-yQ7-zDyy5jjJoenz5aaff6hZzNQ72N9EcZezZKgQ2982_Fzbr7qW6iQPSvjIbLFw/s320/DSC05972.JPG" /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwvHVeiHu_yEEozHxfPwcTBVn1x8GCgo_XCuI6AeYwkANJG7BfPyNaXHSBO-nOwFZaXoUve_CD0u4YFrWuENgDtv1eQhnEH-0A4rEwc6d4tufw6nxASJHo1JHdsAHZ2REcuQGVarylnno/s1600-h/DSC05972.JPG"></a>Played with rainbows... </div><div><br /> </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412308922565308034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuS5vlmx91ik_Vq1LZTmzxvsErse8weL4PNFjucrXWmqQF06TTN5MGZ_x274ieWOJQ8rr80YWRN_x9ptA5ixcQyDP5S5ufCoX1mpJzVz9KoCpyCigwa22xJPgHjXLAk2cDTI5JGJ9wySM/s320/DSC05401.JPG" /></div><br /><div>Discovered the joys of trains...<br /><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412306565288176034" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNYzck7hDWksuWg06okNgJNhBk9QZTce9LtDFH8xzjKR2zKUnmctFwlklP60thZoiUoyBFN6BV3SXeenIlHpeATX0bmX5zQQWW98WR0JVAh-JXvFaGg25eDT0OLdS0wJoKHv_5jNYVlpw/s320/DSC06297.JPG" /></p><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412306582345631794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf7Pfm-tj5PGVca3Id7BDogY4c0N-AV8lbeYVYqslYhd-l2wy6lYCl62xFAHrd-Bdo1CdbodTxw8QnaNky9Bq01BMmTAYnCv_zJBSJTeVYaImlA8_jbT19zndMWQ8ByULWD2TOFT5UD98/s320/DSC06450.JPG" /></p><br /><div><div>And done a bit of performing...<br /><br /><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412311105672705922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM0yTxKrcwx6xyXDGmyBTjQSDbTz9Fn6V1KheNkvssgrv_by0ykDcrxzTj5k83cEzC9vglGJWgOvUAY40XbmRHhVVV0o6Xc9zrLm5IOBlXQv5jYOyXkm12CR721SEr8Ly-FEGFmyXB3v4/s320/DSC06569.JPG" /><br />There's so much more to catch up on on. The Booger's grown by leaps and bounds, we've got a big project going on, the holidays are coming up....I'll be back. Don't worry. Too much.<br /><br /><div> </div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853373614781203967.post-63160107447699556142009-09-06T08:33:00.003-04:002009-09-06T08:48:56.018-04:00Baby Picture Sunday<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO4GF4lI7Z98yhKFDbP7HUfXV14qxR2Z1lytmNk2r_RB9whPZjVNrTyN3cPjUhIRsAlGXlGiKHPQXu9IDKXKNGlFdvo1C0gVWV7u2yoxKcxXbTzaEAY8L9XslpoeJAov1Z55NjCZKYz6w/s1600-h/DSC05438.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378334507619547042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjO4GF4lI7Z98yhKFDbP7HUfXV14qxR2Z1lytmNk2r_RB9whPZjVNrTyN3cPjUhIRsAlGXlGiKHPQXu9IDKXKNGlFdvo1C0gVWV7u2yoxKcxXbTzaEAY8L9XslpoeJAov1Z55NjCZKYz6w/s400/DSC05438.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh03ggktRPbQKvNElvJ8umG90Ja2FAC13IRA_LUox8b6oHHCE8YI-I1u-mqJJ1okqFEKTgbO0ixZS2-9oUjk90xzg16NN38hct_WopWAhrvrewMYd8-mAxFzuAi4H2v3m44905AbBM9P1s/s1600-h/DSC05463.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378334499615794210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh03ggktRPbQKvNElvJ8umG90Ja2FAC13IRA_LUox8b6oHHCE8YI-I1u-mqJJ1okqFEKTgbO0ixZS2-9oUjk90xzg16NN38hct_WopWAhrvrewMYd8-mAxFzuAi4H2v3m44905AbBM9P1s/s400/DSC05463.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSV07GVYXIV2AdSaYra2G4jA7IlFtnz2NEwr1cL0bbqCdaJbJv750US7idEmE14iaJfk28LBImb7Oro8X-6F1-NPQzBa8p66YBkJRvt9fvjd7QaHlJDB42B9b-XGtIRO22IhA09W3lj1E/s1600-h/DSC05525.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378332987553135330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSV07GVYXIV2AdSaYra2G4jA7IlFtnz2NEwr1cL0bbqCdaJbJv750US7idEmE14iaJfk28LBImb7Oro8X-6F1-NPQzBa8p66YBkJRvt9fvjd7QaHlJDB42B9b-XGtIRO22IhA09W3lj1E/s400/DSC05525.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Playing together is just like holding hands, right?<br /><br /><div></div><br /><p align="center"><a href="http://www.bouffard11.blogspot.com/"><img src="http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k224/debi90/BabyPictureSundays2.jpg" /></a></p></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853373614781203967.post-81043520628366035272009-09-01T08:00:00.000-04:002009-09-01T08:00:11.352-04:00highlight reel continues..<div align="left"><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="center" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0"><tbody><tr><td><p align="left">I promised the rest of the <a href="http://www.airzoo.org/">Air Zoo</a> a <a href="http://boogerbby.blogspot.com/2009/08/good-times-at-air-zoo.html">bit ago</a>. And since we're in the midst of <a href="http://boogerbby.blogspot.com/2009/08/highlight-reel.html">remembering</a> some summer fun, now is quite a good time.</p><p align="left">This building has a lot more space oriented things to explore and a lot of hands-on activties. </p><p align="left"></p><p align="center"><a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d5445774f544d7a4f44673d0d0a&blogview=true&campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox photobook: Air Zoo 2, 2009" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d5445774f544d7a4f44673d0d0a.jpg" width="386" /></a></p></td></tr><tr><td><p align="center"><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="46" alt="Create your own photobook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" width="386" /></a></p></td></tr><tr><td align="middle"><p align="center"><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/photobooks" target="_blank">Make a Smilebox photobook</a></p><p></p></td></tr></tbody></table></div>Looking forward to heading back there with my <a href="http://barbaramanatee.blogspot.com/">sister's </a>family next month!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853373614781203967.post-34786471348244123682009-08-31T08:00:00.001-04:002009-08-31T08:00:11.848-04:00This is how we feel today.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_MtiXVGVm9hIc82IDhiBW7rf_vJAKVULLjyhOUgdunvIGFmAdQ9cclgy3jxntUEa605yBIScTla4WAtAClQy4xE0pOteSzhGiF85G_WOvDfCE_wH7dC87o1L4TdDSZSzTD55L6_XwkFU/s1600-h/DSC05206.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375408430515425970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_MtiXVGVm9hIc82IDhiBW7rf_vJAKVULLjyhOUgdunvIGFmAdQ9cclgy3jxntUEa605yBIScTla4WAtAClQy4xE0pOteSzhGiF85G_WOvDfCE_wH7dC87o1L4TdDSZSzTD55L6_XwkFU/s400/DSC05206.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Boo.<br /><br />Can we have summer back please?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853373614781203967.post-61746411050296465252009-08-30T08:00:00.000-04:002009-08-30T08:00:04.630-04:00Highlights...<div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0"><p>We had some beautiful days this summer. (Not that you'd know since apparently it's already fall here in the mid-west...)<br /><p></p><p>The Booger and I took advantage of the less than scorching hot days to play outside and check out some fun spots in good ol' Kzoo... </p><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375395731897085410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhidGts3VkaGU8Wr5iYeo-GT4V9qq8wiZ9ecJw88th03sB_MCaJSnYTCYHB1u7_ejSEGgwSWvRYBbmEAcVq_h_JDNkzCxp18G-XEw87yVv7oiz8IUESgh3LkOTM7aVmHD7XoQiySRf9A4A/s400/kalamazoo-LapelPins.jpg" border="0" />We headed to <a href="http://www.central-city.net/maps_districts.php?diID=2">Bronson Park</a> , downtown. There is beautiful landscaping and two huge fountains that are fun to watch (and play in), as well as an outdoor ampitheater that hosts concerts throughout the spring and summer.<br /></p><br /><br /><p>Speaking of landscaping... have you ever seen a tree like this?</p><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375398844910998498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtmbzyl_GC4cnRTEBWxfa2EMQTBy2c51OLgXjboK3w6ZhyphenhyphenIhmBDYFVezszYVzFbfaz-gEU3PF861q0MXbytVUteBksM2FvR4O-BlLGYt-29GmpxqC0kKV79kiesx2j9nzOkbB4cJ-d47w/s200/DSC04597.JPG" border="0" />Look closely- bright green and purple? I was so impressed. What a pretty tree! Odd leaves, but gorgeous!<br /></p><p>Looker closer.</p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375399909112106354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJRRiYxqbX25MyMQf1UmeO0HWVQ2028EC3i7pBzBmpYsOcZoq5_lzvjxQOmz6NJnW_OfC31O49DLWi3xh8NdCmRMlhdC9NCorrnSJD__ZUev0FzqYZg6E9aoKT1u_IQR6qYW6P2F43ybY/s320/DSC04615.JPG" border="0" />My, what pretty.... <em>flowerpots?</em> Sheesh. </p><tbody><tr>Enough of that silliness. Check out the silliest, cutest toddler you ever did see. And yes, he's really a toddler, not an imitation or a crazy stand designed to look like a toddler. <td><a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d5445774f5449354e6a673d0d0a&blogview=true&campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow: Bronson Park '09" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d5445774f5449354e6a673d0d0a.jpg" width="386" /></a></td></tr><tr><br /><td><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" width="386" /></a></td></tr><tr><br /><br /><td align="middle"><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank">Make a Smilebox slideshow</a></td></tr></tbody><br /><p></p><p></p></p></table></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853373614781203967.post-88534041029107198562009-08-29T08:00:00.001-04:002009-08-29T10:15:53.540-04:00highlight reel<table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0"><tbody><tr><td><p align="left">Since summer is *tear* wrapping up, I thought I'd pull out a few highlights. One of our favorite adventures was playing with my <a href="http://barbaramanatee.blogspot.com/">sister</a> and her family at the super duper cool <a href="http://www.midmicm.org/">Children's museum</a> in Saginaw.</p><p align="left">I have soo many pictures from our fun times together, here are a few extra cute photos.</p><p align="center"><a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d5445774f44517a4d44673d0d0a&blogview=true&campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox postcard: Children's museum '09" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d5445774f44517a4d44673d0d0a.jpg" width="386" /></a></p></td></tr><tr><td><p align="center"><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="46" alt="Create your own postcard - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" width="386" /></a></p></td></tr><tr><td align="middle"><p align="center"><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/postcards" target="_blank">Make a Smilebox postcard</a></p></td></tr></tbody></table>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853373614781203967.post-41364455043935412892009-08-28T15:11:00.002-04:002009-08-28T15:16:25.033-04:00A question...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNTiN6v-xt7VuFX0XyLCk-bV09EoJXDLPGYdjrvrNrtkbtj_wGnvVQwu-hJEQEiz4nRvbew51kS11c-WboOt6AsMjSEoMTlwk2ZuoZzXqTrbWFJT22Nyt_cT-6HlrDTaSLwiXSkBsfqbM/s1600-h/DSC05003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375094802522251698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNTiN6v-xt7VuFX0XyLCk-bV09EoJXDLPGYdjrvrNrtkbtj_wGnvVQwu-hJEQEiz4nRvbew51kS11c-WboOt6AsMjSEoMTlwk2ZuoZzXqTrbWFJT22Nyt_cT-6HlrDTaSLwiXSkBsfqbM/s400/DSC05003.JPG" border="0" /></a> The Booger much more cheerfully than me, wonders....<br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Where did the summer go?<br /></span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853373614781203967.post-7703901895245529662009-08-27T11:40:00.004-04:002009-08-27T12:22:34.658-04:00Rainy daysAfter spending lots of time outside and enjoying summer time lately, we've had a few dreary rainy days lately. Poo. We realized the three of us were mili-seconds from going stir crazy yesterday, and met the limit of lazyness for the week, so we decided to venture out for some good ol' family fun.<br /><br />Trying to think of something new and different to do can be challenging, but thanks to great sites like <a href="http://www.mlive.com/entertainment/">Mlive</a> ( you can pick the area of the state, the date, and the type of event) and <a href="http://www.discoverkalamazoo.com/EventCalendar.aspx">DiscoverKalamazoo</a> (you can search the calendar for events), along with a little insider knowledge thanks to my jobs that required finding lots of things to entertain children- we came up with a perfect rainy day place....<br /><br /><a href="http://www.bouncelandparty.com/">Bounceland! </a><br /><br /><br />The Booger loves him some slides! He's such a little daredevil, more than willing to brave the big kids and the even bigger slides on his own once he got a taste of the fun.<br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYEFwHRp4YCc9o5zKfybYzOcYRa5EIZ9cCl9Ui2PHMZLYRnhQuLkN24ddvMIJJmicYzCr6-V90aDFTfY0LDmyqrJrlSX8VhjUrU5lI76AwY5lyGT0md48dqdCGBBBWdXPIIj2Q-7g_edI/s1600-h/DSC05335.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374673281807838578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYEFwHRp4YCc9o5zKfybYzOcYRa5EIZ9cCl9Ui2PHMZLYRnhQuLkN24ddvMIJJmicYzCr6-V90aDFTfY0LDmyqrJrlSX8VhjUrU5lI76AwY5lyGT0md48dqdCGBBBWdXPIIj2Q-7g_edI/s320/DSC05335.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374673249483468722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh54pcRffJ5-ZmdbhVoB30xi933z5el8RUbECigJDh4OpVl1v18ImIacr2bfPPpxNCfnUvGYybjK_68eTiqq7843R844FAo-CwD9p6ksqfnxetH2Y-fm6hZbRwLKwwYqal2_rzG0dYWUfs/s320/DSC05326.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh86Q-gF7exFw2ImMoKMdD6DbS54eqhGxdhmtv2roHb6wlqIZG9MiTitCSyLJx67-yl7MI37vM1i9cukuQ4ZUGMzejcW1Pi4o0O9f4eI2OV6Yca1LC32NhxK5ABhgWyqLAgvP0EV-5AFcY/s1600-h/DSC05329.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374673264451055762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh86Q-gF7exFw2ImMoKMdD6DbS54eqhGxdhmtv2roHb6wlqIZG9MiTitCSyLJx67-yl7MI37vM1i9cukuQ4ZUGMzejcW1Pi4o0O9f4eI2OV6Yca1LC32NhxK5ABhgWyqLAgvP0EV-5AFcY/s320/DSC05329.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> Look at those smiles!</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /> </div><div align="left">It was a great deal, we only had to pay for him, and we got in free, but still got to join in the bounce-filled fun- for as long as we wanted! Even though all three of us were whipped and ready to head out within the better part of an hour.<br /><br />This sequence occured moments after exiting the parking lot...<br /></div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374670112967664338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhx2GHAg-XCGdPpCqR8KHxpdeO04EnPPShMTd7p8rGA4MvSsmJkv8idpQn8xPmcmPnm6xceBS6NgbmQEol6LeVz54N4ZXBp_xDHJdl43ayhA3X-3gmzmCI3ugjmbemwG2RaqFvHdgnxINQ/s200/DSC05355.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Just settling in...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374670100083923842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtQdvncq6l0u94NE2y6GMxtnCNgbaSzLWVnjc9miWZGHeBduLfEYRqOruDj8ijS2mQJdMYIFq_YcvjREImO4zMnBWW5aW-BmF-8zUerd9XNSqDxvvgcseeR-v1gV1kXuoctkO8DSQ4sqM/s200/DSC05353.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Moments later...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374670125882837698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi770e_1f76nGos0f6Ra2We-lXJMt4b1lm6a21y1yIdejtk2iooRm-HXaKwDuqSVtEflZPeUZoSortEc74yjTKwI8hHt9PK63ukUp6fvNlrTsj0jRq1W8ufOfvP8OjLmMG7n-Vku2wv4gw/s200/DSC05357.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">3.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374670135164221490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAFW_p5epbE_3aomVR2r_eJYLqYXzyiFRVafU_9YOMWi0ava_bP5mq9Kg47yhc-gw7yPLlMh5mYfrZNDZX6niRK-I_uBnw3zWGvwqIleq38LqQ2T17aINYY2sLitPV7bvpDTZqgSPk5Fo/s200/DSC05359.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">2.</span> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY1zoEJb_SY-8H6HkYbR_cCT3plfIYEcN4To_6nMWg7g1bG38UWXIiwOEy-XmydGA1v3KOlLIX-GtIpvmhPTAhocg7RhVUl3b3atjaMaofzdsbGrFoXgrfR11xOAbME_kK7XUn7yfC3CQ/s1600-h/DSC05360.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374670147454410914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY1zoEJb_SY-8H6HkYbR_cCT3plfIYEcN4To_6nMWg7g1bG38UWXIiwOEy-XmydGA1v3KOlLIX-GtIpvmhPTAhocg7RhVUl3b3atjaMaofzdsbGrFoXgrfR11xOAbME_kK7XUn7yfC3CQ/s200/DSC05360.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">1.</span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">He totally lost the fight with his eye-lids.</span></div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="left"><br />So excited to visit often but even more for him to get bigger so we don't have to haul him to the (very high!) top ourselves. Some less fit than I parents may have very ungracefully returned to the bottom of the upward climb with a wiggly toddler on several occasions... not that I'd know....<br /><br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374678152805103858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 188px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwmDzKMDFQsh8iWOIslyeh-4P784DLDH4U5Y6MKs7yvmLvYczsX6LSWHG3CQiUhiwQP7sPJ8h2I9vJvsdyQ62nndIEmyORzdC1UqqEK_o2xasm4mgIpPzmBoGv7FTc3790FOCorxUzrBw/s320/DSC05349.JPG" border="0" /><span style="font-size:78%;">It's not blurry because I'm sliding down... when I should be climbing up...no way...</span></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853373614781203967.post-35330982399998778472009-08-11T10:45:00.004-04:002009-08-11T11:20:59.591-04:00Good times at the Air Zoo<table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0"><tbody><tr><td><p align="left">This summer the <a href="http://airzoo.org/">Air Zoo</a> in Portage is offering free general admision, which I totally wanted to take advantage of! If you're in the area or going to be, it would definetly something to put on your to-do list, especially if someone with you is obessessed with... or ummm enjoys planes, astronauts, space and the like.</p><p align="left">I'm splitting this up into two posts, as there is so much to do and see there. And this barely even begins to give you an idea! In this building there are <a href="http://www.airzoo.org/page.php?menu_id=26">planes </a>from the Navy, Army, Nasa, <a href="http://www.airzoo.org/page.php?menu_id=11">flight simulators</a>, and <a href="http://www.airzoo.org/page.php?menu_id=14">rides</a>, even a room for little tykes with small arcade type rides, toys, murals, and a magnetic space station to build, and so, so much more.</p><p align="center"><a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d5441344d544d324d7a453d0d0a&blogview=true&campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox photobook: Air Zoo '09" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d5441344d544d324d7a453d0d0a.jpg" width="386" /></a></p></td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="46" alt="Create your own photobook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" width="386" /></a></td></tr><tr><td align="middle"><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/photobooks" target="_blank">Make a Smilebox photobook</a></td></tr></tbody></table><p> </p><p>P.S. Not that it'll be very surprising I'll be away for a few days. <span style="font-size:78%;">(Cause really, despite the fact that I'm the worst commenter and a very stalky lurker thanks for Google Reader, I do visit often!)</span> Very excited to go visit my <a href="http://barbaramantee.blogspot.com/">sister and her lil' bakery</a> this week!</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853373614781203967.post-76209686347851387962009-08-11T09:51:00.003-04:002009-08-11T10:02:24.167-04:00Two for Twos-day<div align="center"> <a href="http://www.bouffard11.blogspot.com/"><img src="http://i89.photobucket.com/albums/k224/debi90/Twos-daybutton.jpg" /></a></div><div align="center"><br /> </div>We've been enjoying some family time this summer, thanks to my husband's new much more family friendly schedule. We headed over to the <a href="http://www.airzoo.org/">Air Zoo</a> a little bit ago. I have a ton of pictures to post, but thought I'd play along with a long lost (to me...) meme first!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368705393218854290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK6T5XMpyr1sT3l4FpyTEgntqMTEn4OpxaG3fm2HcWNZxTY5HsdRkHu9EW4iIJE2NzEEJdojll29xOOAwqsl_y4xgFPa77kuZkz1NUqetOk1tDqRGwvo7AIfj6RMFoRyJk9db3dVYsoUQ/s400/DSC04886.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p>Daddy and the Booger having a little fun on the walk back.</p><p>Swing by <a href="http://bouffard11.blogspot.com/">Debi's</a> and see who else is playing along!</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853373614781203967.post-77033086364172824012009-08-05T10:02:00.005-04:002009-08-05T10:30:56.806-04:00A few tidbits from the morningThe Booger has been full of entertainment this morning! Thought I'd share with you seeing as how I'm soo not cool or techy enough to <a href="http://twitter.com/">Twitter</a>.<br /><br />He found some Desitin in his daycare bag. Immediately sat down and tried to apply it to his foot. I laughed and told him it was for his butt <span style="font-size:78%;">(ask me someday if I regret talking about his butt).</span> He proceeded to spread his legs.<br /><br /><br /><br />He has wandered through the house adorned with a variety of bracelets, lifting his arms alternately and showing them off glamorously.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />We went upstairs to <span style="font-size:78%;">have 25 seconds alone so I could pee</span> play, and he entered the bathroom, walked to the toilet, and pointed. He knew what was up.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />While standing on the couch (cause he can get <a href="http://boogerbby.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-attack.html">up there </a>now), he looked out the window and then gave me this face...<br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366484700715171986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4yA0JQD3UIZ7JLvUOQnvk17YArHOiMyo14vox89jg9ceETM6ExDlPRyN13akfsuy1_3uexM_OjLy89LdoDRHGuuHdVgQA6gXws6yNLREYmOb_uYuon0hLW8z_1J7qbREm2ezQAa7kVyE/s200/DSC04955.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br />He'd noticed one the <span style="font-size:78%;">super annoying</span> stray cats that have been ever present lately, laying in his water table. And then he gave it the look.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366484710003967986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5-v3Vj6ittCpscTV74RRFgKXdsw7juhtdok4gJMBKZvPd7wGZM86k210tCK7PH-jKgyy5_azO4mH-xw8xS_mINw6Sf3J2I-6LZpHmwrWb_s-1EqhCzy89ptLZlFRq5SYGxEe6bpAbFB8/s200/DSC04954.JPG" border="0" /> That is sooo MINE. Get out.<br /><br />I think the cat got the vibe.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366484720483009426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioF4aFc3-YmpVDIn_E3BwMB2LprlnJQRnIp5Yp_Ubex1bm6tqw9Iz02xHWALMl6WUTgt4Z2hLjoBxt0IxS18lUJ03J2kU6Gssi9MQcGm33TxN8N7GhhzBpa5xQa8ZzDkf6g6QjZvt_3IY/s200/DSC04953.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br />Hope your morning is as entertaining as mine!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853373614781203967.post-57582605113581216692009-08-03T09:00:00.000-04:002009-08-03T09:00:04.365-04:00Emotions<div><div><span style="font-size:100%;"><div align="left">I recently (sort-of, like recently as in sometime in the past 3 months...) read an article in a parent magazine (might have been <a href="http://www.parents.com/">Parent</a> or <a href="http://www.parenting.com/">Parent<em>ing</em></a> - also recently realized they are actually two different magazines. oops.)<br /></div><br /><div> </div><div>Anywhooooo. I was reading an article, don't recall about exactly <em>what</em>, cause I'm just not that terrific. But the gist was that toddlers are full of emotions. How they really feel their feelings, with their whole entire being. Despite what we think, they are not being drama queens (and kings) for our benefit to twist our pinky fingers into giving them what they want. <span style="font-size:85%;">At least not completely....</span> That they really, truly, with all their little 20 something pound body and soul <em>feel </em>what they are feeling. </div><div></span><br /> </div><div><span style="font-size:100%;">Come to think of it, it was probably an article with tips on preserving your sanity while your toddler yo-yos from happy as a lark to writhing on the floor at your feet biting your ankles in anger. </span></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">But ever since I read that article, it comes to mind whenever my incredibly emotional son is <em>um</em> displaying his feelings. That boy really gets it. He puts his everything into what he's doing and feeling. </div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left">He laughs from his belly, </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364622948062105234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjclsipMKL8W5dyNz3qANKb7cx9Z3d_B7wcFJtqQZFxwX0CWopxJh-UzqKV4llU62IEXdJDDFL6fuG8-tNkezj5liBTIzyHaiaFYtcurr1zuxs6hWIeS1HbUaw9Bb97YPXgFR124TPiGgg/s320/DSC04313.JPG" border="0" />He says 'woah' and 'wow' all the time, because there is just sooo much that <em>amazes</em> him.</div><br /><div><br />He <em>needs</em> to know about every moving vehicle and stationary object we pass in the car, and everywhere else for that matter. </div><br /><div><br />He is so <em>friendly</em> that he says 'hi', waves, and blows kisses to most of the objects we pass in the car and the people we see. </div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div>He <em>smiles</em> with his whole face</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364625464831490594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEire7Pyx1lU1959mjLPDzzXTLvaXj3VLA0lbrlSEIQ_W17mb2iH8awDYeKdUKtjpfIeyhfu9GK5RPD7CShnPbYY9Mwr0UHAICDvwjvsoeHvSEFFjKjIanT8Dyl7aiAeX6zwy3kyMb9mSYo/s320/DSC03481.JPG" border="0" /></div></div><br /><p>He trusts me so much that even when I am operating the loud, scary, noisemaker (the vacuum, the hairdryer...), he still runs to me and wants to be held. </p><br /><p>He puts his whole self into showing how unhappy he is when he has to come inside.</p><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364625450071222130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGjz_NNPmEGRQPd4Uc2L3xBQqTSAfV8lYAYVYAjKBWKpCFOsSgx_eNeLs9srYcTGdmqeDIG2E2jiVmdvMdY-TOSe4mF-zeE9ZgjY0pe_uYkdxL3oI9MrmeZ4bJvaNamdMOoNHkTlhW-QA/s320/DSC03726.JPG" border="0" /></p><br /><p>When he wants something, he will do <em>absolutely</em> anything he can to get it- he nods his head, asks 'yeah?, yeah?', signs 'more' and 'please' over and over, takes your hand (and you) to what he wants, and adds a carefully timed whine or cry for good measure.</p><br /><p>He is so <em>proud</em> of himself when he does something new, he loves to hear "Yay!" and claps for himself whenever he accomplishes anything.</p><br /><p>He <em>celebrates</em> with other people -at restaurants, on TV, around the neighborhood- if he hears cheering, clapping, or music, he is guaranteed to to join in.</p><br /><p>He <em>loves</em> me and his daddy so much that he showers us with wet, slobbery kisses and hugs.</p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364640768999901778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUK8r8TkAoNfcLh7iIzsloAK65AKVkrQmLFTIebF2oxBYgQsoogDNa2D-hAfP1OjGgGGtBEC2P78FFrPrM9ZmmuZkUwIHK8_XDerpeMqfKw_cSewgREE6M0BhhTTSqRuzk_Q9Y02l8Dr0/s320/DSC02924.JPG" border="0" /><br /><p></p><br /><p>I love how remarkable he is and how lucky I am to have him. He makes me stop and enjoy and pay attention to the world around me and manages to make everything more fun and interesting. Thank you bubba, I love you! </p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853373614781203967.post-11936614141989104912009-08-01T08:00:00.000-04:002009-08-01T08:00:04.495-04:00not pregant- published!I very much appreciate and enjoy <a href="http://www.5minutesforparenting.com/">5 minutes for Parenting. </a>...among a few other 5 minutes for (fill in the blank- so many options!) sites- goodness knows 5 minutes is a completely accurate description of how much spare time I've got some days. It is very relieving, <em>ahem, refreshing</em> that way more experienced, smarter than me, moms, with lots of notches on their mommy belts badges on their sashes, and many more oodles of cupcakes baked (cupcake tally is: them 1,700,992- me 0) still do goofy things, and are as totally and utterly exhausted, <em>I mean</em>, <em>feel just the same way</em> I do some days.<br /><br />A bit ago I thought it'd be fun to share a few of my posts with <a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.graspingforobjectivity.com">Rachel</a>, who hosts a weekly Dose of Humor, featuring a variety of wonderfully captivating, entertaining blogging mommas.<br /><br />And by golly, I made the cut! ha! Stop by <a href="http://www.5minutesforparenting.com/">5 minutes for Parenting </a>today and see me <em>um, read about how I...</em> embarrass myself by telling countless people a funny story about the Booger and I. Gotta love my first time parenting choices...<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.5minutesforparenting.com/453/a-dose-of-humor-i/"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364326205883710562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 125px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhISe69-elYieArQ6d1oNUEaEKeE2gQpTsMR-jgPwsFj4F6Bjgku35ZvfjCyy3Vy2LqFjRjoDX5UdVlGAz8GSpDP1XxMrQmUAqndgDas-y0yVpMHb5_kUmT3EyDw6ylOTZPk4h_T-Ta-SI/s320/ivebeendosedbutton.jpg" border="0" /></a>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853373614781203967.post-5779501755551673912009-07-31T09:09:00.003-04:002009-07-31T09:31:00.521-04:00Another attack......of mommy brain.<br /><br /><br /><br />Surprise: postponed due to my inability to understand a calendar and use a clock. Ahem. Sorry about that.<br /><br /><br /><br />However, we have another shocking development.<br /><br /><br /><br />I've lost my battle to keep my toddler off the couch. He's outsmarted the second step behind our planning ahead when we agonized over what couch to buy.<br /><br /><br /><br />1) we choose a dark couch to repel stains that were sure to arrive once a baby did <span style="font-size:78%;">and cat hair (ewwww)</span><br /><br /><br /><br />2) we bought a sofa sleeper, so it's higher up, and in my brain, naturally defended itself against climbing toddlers. <span style="font-size:85%;">Not too mention it could welcome wonderful family to come help care for said baby once he arrived.</span><br /><br /><br /><br />But not mine.<br /><br /><br /><br />Hopefully he doesn't soon disprove reason #1. I'll keep my fingers crossed.<br /><br /><br /><p><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzmfoLZXBBb7SQfwPatCbsXABq5QJX5Q6Cpe0s3t3mY7YQafffaevwKqOTSMzF01B1vgNFIb_er3j-8lv-GKA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></p><p>BTW: He just now crawled across the couch to watch himself on video. And 'dat?' is the cat he saw coming down the stairs. He loves that cat!</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853373614781203967.post-1977203809306958872009-07-30T14:32:00.003-04:002009-07-30T14:41:50.525-04:00Cutie PieOver the last few <a href="http://boogerbby.blogspot.com/2009/07/road-trip.html">events</a> and <a href="http://barbaramanatee.blogspot.com/2009/07/blessed-baby.html">gatherings</a>, I've snapped a few sweet photos of my oh-so-sweet boy. And I recently redecorated (sorta) our bathroom (I'll post some before and after's one of these days...) and the walls called for some eye candy. So, I obliged... and then I thought I'd share some delicious baby with you too!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvq4brMmdejmPL1D7FenwRE6zI5I3M7ZkWwOobxBma-vhg4YE81tt___2l2op0OMXzoCExzYK846pRcel_sWhGxnYhoX0t-6-7ygOGId4oDH3UAQf55rHXsXjbdMc4xvMYDh2zGDlrHTw/s1600-h/tunnel.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364323631525740786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvq4brMmdejmPL1D7FenwRE6zI5I3M7ZkWwOobxBma-vhg4YE81tt___2l2op0OMXzoCExzYK846pRcel_sWhGxnYhoX0t-6-7ygOGId4oDH3UAQf55rHXsXjbdMc4xvMYDh2zGDlrHTw/s320/tunnel.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8ps7P6cxcnGCcsD9OGOOreNOX7xwHkoX0VteEevrtU-Svlkm7t_oIxdAV4PqmTTR_A4kxoaiM__SEzc78iX9VeqNXeqtohCG7hX6rZbO25chG3eGO7xKOqsPq_KEeMBKo-lnsx6VKg_Q/s1600-h/swing+1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364323626656748194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8ps7P6cxcnGCcsD9OGOOreNOX7xwHkoX0VteEevrtU-Svlkm7t_oIxdAV4PqmTTR_A4kxoaiM__SEzc78iX9VeqNXeqtohCG7hX6rZbO25chG3eGO7xKOqsPq_KEeMBKo-lnsx6VKg_Q/s320/swing+1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibjmNKQ6i6OclfJ_vYVqIjX4uo8FlL84zlJopOWt-GPBDhubz-Mvey0hLxYByDRIpikl6npE4NUrOX7uBcROwCtwIXTvQvLcqsPUnW_7EUhET3ous8vyWHB6GpdXRqJsao1Keh3K6KJY8/s1600-h/standing.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364323616538186386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibjmNKQ6i6OclfJ_vYVqIjX4uo8FlL84zlJopOWt-GPBDhubz-Mvey0hLxYByDRIpikl6npE4NUrOX7uBcROwCtwIXTvQvLcqsPUnW_7EUhET3ous8vyWHB6GpdXRqJsao1Keh3K6KJY8/s320/standing.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTwcE-Zd91HYuJ-LshnXD-Oald3lbPBSm5Q7-x-IhA8kncc4kGzo11HaRbgvwg_mCd2Jaf2a00EUjb8okceDFG4YUdbfaaQjW1yokQ2M67QC9iFjAGd5Qw-5pahIfEfnPXskll76iBw3s/s1600-h/bubbles.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364323613617388946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTwcE-Zd91HYuJ-LshnXD-Oald3lbPBSm5Q7-x-IhA8kncc4kGzo11HaRbgvwg_mCd2Jaf2a00EUjb8okceDFG4YUdbfaaQjW1yokQ2M67QC9iFjAGd5Qw-5pahIfEfnPXskll76iBw3s/s320/bubbles.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfEdA_p7pJSJBUJvixbOPPFVMlgUUqL-HArH-m96_z3HVyznaAwnhndmW-NYogCmBn1KWP_hPyRLZtcQtZGXRoB25Yn-b-NOSNpiIT5sTnYm7I3QdvFD4Fz_KWWarOscSm3d3E5ScN8e0/s1600-h/chips.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364323599383699234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfEdA_p7pJSJBUJvixbOPPFVMlgUUqL-HArH-m96_z3HVyznaAwnhndmW-NYogCmBn1KWP_hPyRLZtcQtZGXRoB25Yn-b-NOSNpiIT5sTnYm7I3QdvFD4Fz_KWWarOscSm3d3E5ScN8e0/s320/chips.jpg" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div><br /><p> </p><p>Psst....Stop back tomorrow for an exciting surprise.</p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853373614781203967.post-7076031623617515202009-07-23T14:13:00.008-04:002009-07-23T15:10:55.411-04:00A transformation<div><div>Before....</div><div><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8UDPj7j8ntqrsmDgyxUEZeUx7UhENNbox0wmoM4msJxG61N5LtS-RkKYBd7nI0a_jvS47gZLCgTTjxGI5sITNG2YwX7YtfjFd92AkUd5UtueL5WsROvW9bWEJMxSS-R1GFqHenUGOTNY/s1600-h/DSC04252.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361722658395316706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8UDPj7j8ntqrsmDgyxUEZeUx7UhENNbox0wmoM4msJxG61N5LtS-RkKYBd7nI0a_jvS47gZLCgTTjxGI5sITNG2YwX7YtfjFd92AkUd5UtueL5WsROvW9bWEJMxSS-R1GFqHenUGOTNY/s320/DSC04252.JPG" border="0" /></a> After...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieUP38RmkDJE9FGRJjt55MbJjMDMvR0NAd8TIl262bcww2dlnfsFM28BuVMbrcrpuZkF_TTdRcgcKmbHc3PFhyoeon_yG5OerOrEQ9X7R7jxUq4o9VVROsZ2Q7D7yVVCC8DF9QqfFOnzk/s1600-h/DSC04243.JPG"></a><div><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361728533653797746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjgIhi6f_YF_HP43BFA1FIwTTH11A3iDJ6ObJiyIPVSCVzSBNShksg1ZAbMD2EEdc7IWcMjW17CvCi3eTBoMxx1Zlh8rbQsFooKCGYP_OGMC-tKkE-EnKuYAcNZHzyPpnsn8Kn4gZZ0mU/s320/DSC04323.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div>Looking like a big kid!<br /><br /></div><div align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivfdaHAe9_sop0hKv5mQiIpboWWDtyhjp8mH2fARFqK2uPyFRfXk5tGXNhIL_aH9LQ-esU8TZKsZ8FoW_qZ_CnqVdqNXuPAoFJi4c6r5EJSdzmpI4hWGSOHj4aatZqtLLO4ts6xFXPRc0/s1600-h/DSC04332.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361721338984635826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivfdaHAe9_sop0hKv5mQiIpboWWDtyhjp8mH2fARFqK2uPyFRfXk5tGXNhIL_aH9LQ-esU8TZKsZ8FoW_qZ_CnqVdqNXuPAoFJi4c6r5EJSdzmpI4hWGSOHj4aatZqtLLO4ts6xFXPRc0/s320/DSC04332.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />After a week of absolutely wild and crazy hair, I decided the Booger was more than due for a 'big boy' hair cut. So far all that has been cut is along his neck and ears, which led to the predicament of a hairstyle he was sporting up to this week. </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">The style formerly known as a hot mess....<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361730790968267314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 253px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhc9aFHRsr2hVSC7wFkM_7x1MEdW6JWPr8-YSyOFn7w-oDZ3-DjNkZP_GQqtws3cK_utYHVeNj28UWtxaC4-R-gUDQrOIvofxGCsf9k5KFLRRFlCClKHdsJAKMLMOwWD0f4st8AJc0gAuc/s320/cropped.JPG" border="0" /><span style="font-size:78%;">Look close- the fuzzy spot over on the left? Yep that's his hair. Waaay out there. </span></div><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><div><br /></div><div>Little did I know how grown up he'd look without all those wispy strands. * The nice lady who cut off my boy's locks said it should thicken up and fill in now that *tear* his baby hair is gone.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361721324734351506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTgEVmIr0HEIPbjkdrfM1hnMZSUF7RZ6JUQM8tc6Q5xPVbz_C2aRMqbj0xKA4VXXPyuylkdvZqYbe4V5m9xgwrBeubor4GpfC2MP5NayQeam45fxvkZDSLoEwvBUU85eDdOjb3rz-wgTM/s320/DSC04323.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>*Nor did I know he still somehow has the remnants of baby bald spot syndrome. <span style="font-size:78%;">Sorry about that buddy... Promise I won't show these pictures to anyone. You know besides everyone here....</span></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853373614781203967.post-84517723588738498312009-07-18T08:00:00.000-04:002009-07-18T08:00:02.555-04:00Monkey see, Monkey doI don't know who started it.....<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXS_bHb6ZKvzunvK13M4IZyhRL_2JgaNe75mUVeT1V7jryP82cFJxQDxk5ZloJ3FenkqLTwpmdFSPc1-U6p4QC7Ol_RGv-Li9ZsNrJRRyDvwo9nOE86o46MCQMAuFOxFh-3xtHAE0Qb2E/s1600-h/DSC04319.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359454091184480002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXS_bHb6ZKvzunvK13M4IZyhRL_2JgaNe75mUVeT1V7jryP82cFJxQDxk5ZloJ3FenkqLTwpmdFSPc1-U6p4QC7Ol_RGv-Li9ZsNrJRRyDvwo9nOE86o46MCQMAuFOxFh-3xtHAE0Qb2E/s320/DSC04319.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0xY9v-sq_fhk3kFiiVCXt0C0BrdRhQEe5tfKB6XRAcZKhUGGNCMAZSGhWKX6Fs7fPJiJ31lh6SwEZlu4WslXjbpoHa6dj0I7BTWKVCPCIxwuB-jm450WU32GrGtNqUaNyJvXbsI0UJw4/s1600-h/DSC04321.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359454087957910514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0xY9v-sq_fhk3kFiiVCXt0C0BrdRhQEe5tfKB6XRAcZKhUGGNCMAZSGhWKX6Fs7fPJiJ31lh6SwEZlu4WslXjbpoHa6dj0I7BTWKVCPCIxwuB-jm450WU32GrGtNqUaNyJvXbsI0UJw4/s320/DSC04321.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div>but this is how I happened upon the Booger and his friend George yesterday at naptime.</div><div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853373614781203967.post-22467172934611884972009-07-17T10:42:00.003-04:002009-07-17T11:36:14.959-04:00Road TripSummertime has given us some great opportunities this year- time in South Haven (one of our favorite places in the whole world!), lots of playing outside, time with friends, and time with family. Last weekend we were fortunate enough to reconnect with some long-lost family. As a child, my husband and his brother spent a lot of time with his single mother's parents and siblings. After his grandparents passed away and career and school moved his uncles to the UP and soon after to Texas, everyone went on with day to day business, and as with many families, didn't stay as close.<br /><br />Over time, Mike has kept in touch with his Uncle Dave a few times, but this past January, as our son turned one, Dave and his family had some <a href="http://boogerbby.blogspot.com/2009/03/thoughtful-tuesday.html">hard times</a>. I don't know if the idea of how short life really is struck him, the need for family ties that had drifted and a desire for his son to know the family he loves, the fact that they now live only an hour and a half away, or all of these things combined.<br /><br />Last weekend, we made the short road trip to <a href="http://www.ci.portage.in.us/">Portage, IN.</a> We spent an evening reminiscing with both of his uncles about times with his grandparents and family memories, joking with their four great kids, and then talking long into the night with Dave and his terrific wife of 20 years, Melany. We caught up on the last handful of years, talked a little about church, religion, and hoops (maybe someday I'll get into my thoughts about religion here...) and made plans for the next day and hopes for more get-togethers in the future. His uncle is a pastor at a great little <a href="http://www.fbcportage.org/app/w_page.php?id=2&type=section">church</a>, that we attended with them on Sunday morning. Sunday afternoon, we joined them at the church's annual hog roast. It was a great, relaxing afternoon with friendly people and family time. The Booger spent his fair share of time eating, blowing bubbles, and running around like a madman. I was a bit too busy chasing him to catch any pictures of the trek all over the park, but the rest of the fun is well documented thanks to Smilebox!<br /><br /><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0"><tbody><tr><td><p align="center"><a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d5441304d6a51334e7a553d0d0a&blogview=true&campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox scrapbook: Dave and Melany's 2009" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d5441304d6a51334e7a553d0d0a.jpg" width="386" /></a></p></td></tr><tr><td><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="46" alt="Create your own scrapbook - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" width="386" /></a></td></tr><tr><td align="middle"><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/scrapbooks" target="_blank">Make a Smilebox scrapbook</a></td></tr></tbody></table>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853373614781203967.post-75901383032699244132009-07-09T09:00:00.000-04:002009-07-09T09:00:03.708-04:00Top five reasons I love summer5) Knowing I only have to work 4 half days a week for 6 weeks ( 3 weeks down, 3 to go!)<br /><br />4) Strawerry shortcake<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQKLu4YVSwBvMGONN9pkZkMb4E1LUGyVvDjn1QzUkbZfgUx4rdJv-I2NkMxoDItOZMEFOwSxyALj6nV41niCETlOD1E8ekrI1w66uwM-yHcSrph88hMVwI0tObJiZwfgUyw-kwkBsqEEk/s1600-h/DSC04101.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355894045767144306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQKLu4YVSwBvMGONN9pkZkMb4E1LUGyVvDjn1QzUkbZfgUx4rdJv-I2NkMxoDItOZMEFOwSxyALj6nV41niCETlOD1E8ekrI1w66uwM-yHcSrph88hMVwI0tObJiZwfgUyw-kwkBsqEEk/s320/DSC04101.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />3) Boys in swimsuits<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwhi18k7PLq-gJBjlbGvpDgIUEijBYcyhS91TRRUGgymy4et0SlX_NaAkMAnKE2KZGqWPxs6FRluCBNcJukOqS5wFfw2nl9hQXFJGajVMpqjGAXctJMkBH5nDgwR6RuZ4RDbxg63Rm0a8/s1600-h/DSC04071.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355894043919912690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwhi18k7PLq-gJBjlbGvpDgIUEijBYcyhS91TRRUGgymy4et0SlX_NaAkMAnKE2KZGqWPxs6FRluCBNcJukOqS5wFfw2nl9hQXFJGajVMpqjGAXctJMkBH5nDgwR6RuZ4RDbxg63Rm0a8/s320/DSC04071.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div> </div><div> 2) South Haven<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhET41HpPDqQIcgN00gCbgl9wri8t7cw4uPxAWgqLSpVI1Dx94qoFoSemVbKQlhQyJrnGqy9NTCpM65a_cCIZXPWLNMKPeezbZnLX_XFZnAVIKVYTfyE_kRPMoepaA_Sx0anjKqmpv-0PU/s1600-h/DSC04168.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355894038725849826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhET41HpPDqQIcgN00gCbgl9wri8t7cw4uPxAWgqLSpVI1Dx94qoFoSemVbKQlhQyJrnGqy9NTCpM65a_cCIZXPWLNMKPeezbZnLX_XFZnAVIKVYTfyE_kRPMoepaA_Sx0anjKqmpv-0PU/s320/DSC04168.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />1) Spending hours making him make this face and the amazing laugh that goes with it.<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2FAnXlpVCYV6qHBuhEft7M4B3CgoRB362lLpd1ygTBPUdibBad2rlGBw1FbaIryoM7DcF4ShdRXcY6RYLmhRDkQpctNFrAf5ORoatSgSO5huJD7fApVWZYVD-79Hs0e8C7eHGWexEeRI/s1600-h/DSC04112.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355894032456439730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2FAnXlpVCYV6qHBuhEft7M4B3CgoRB362lLpd1ygTBPUdibBad2rlGBw1FbaIryoM7DcF4ShdRXcY6RYLmhRDkQpctNFrAf5ORoatSgSO5huJD7fApVWZYVD-79Hs0e8C7eHGWexEeRI/s320/DSC04112.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853373614781203967.post-73821884657487213002009-07-08T17:30:00.007-04:002009-07-08T19:56:27.363-04:00It takes a village<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzKTEkp-pnD83RqHraYRxkRWxe2og-SPRB2lPAC3QGKBMEMqdkD8I_d4xNxGIQsYvf1Jn-DNwNDTYc7wbXXAxfDnoz5wnOs-5FL-rQSt83656A_yiPyeLNy2MGZjCv969l34ceownBj-I/s1600-h/working%2520together.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356239304751687922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 145px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzKTEkp-pnD83RqHraYRxkRWxe2og-SPRB2lPAC3QGKBMEMqdkD8I_d4xNxGIQsYvf1Jn-DNwNDTYc7wbXXAxfDnoz5wnOs-5FL-rQSt83656A_yiPyeLNy2MGZjCv969l34ceownBj-I/s200/working%2520together.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left">So, I'm all about it takes a village to raise a family. I love my friends and family, and am super willing to jump in and help out, and occasionally super willing to share the Booger with them, especially so I can sit and engage in an adult conversation that does not contain the words "poop" or "nap" or "toys", or my getting up to redirect a crazy curious daredevil toddler.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="left">However, I question if a given person's <em>village,</em> should include a complete stranger who happens by their sidewalk. Mind you I don't even know <em>whose</em> village I was just whisking my son and his bike away from. Or <em>where</em> the person who is the chief of the village of 2 naughty little children was located while said children descended upon us like attention craving, yelling, pushing vultures as I desperately tried to extricate my son and his bike from their grasps.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356207488201537314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZOekdKbOIvwdrMnt9NODZGfrxsubxJ0oq-8y7-ObNEFFYw4JDPn3oKoSrvL1xwiKJ9l58iDhmMHxjn2Bk6uiL_e1HWT32tGNFr00YyilkonZeTAWlq8vpgqwUNERxdDRmcGk9VpW4uyw/s200/31BvQv1L4mL__SL160_AA160_.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Apparently the coolest bike ever!</span><br /></p><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>Seriously! What in the world! Are you truly that busy with the rest of your life that you are completely oblivious for a matter of at least 7 or 8 minutes while your young children are outside, alone, in the <em>ghetto?</em> (reminder, we don't live in a particularly terrific neighborhood) Apparently these folks are okay with any random stranger, ahem, <em>villager, </em>stopping by and doing who knows what with their children. Not so much how I run <em>my</em> village. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div><em></em>The Booger and I were toddling quietly by when two little girls appeared from nowhere off of a porch and proceeded to mount my son's bike and push every button. For a few minutes, he was interested in checking out their things and it was a pretty fair exchange. With his toddler attention span, this happy exchanged turned sour quickly as soon as he realized his bike had been commandeered. However the younger girl was very interested in a toy that was complete and worked as it should (which does break my heart- very lucky for what we have). </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>All the while the girls yell at and hit each other, and one tattles to me that the other hit her. And I'm pretty sure how I handle a hitting child and how the adults in their home are quite different. So I advise her she should let her mom or whomever is watching her know. Thinking, "hey, this'll help, another adult will come handle them and I can get outta here! " No such luck. More time passes and the Booger is now less than pleased that he is neither walking nor riding his bike.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I pull out the polite, friendly, most-kids-this-age would-get-the-hint "We are going to finish our walk now, maybe we'll see you later". Which was promptly greeted with beeps and sirens from my son's bike. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>That was still being held hostage. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I wait what seemed an appropriate amount of time and repeat my attempt at politeness. After several minutes of this, and some firmer words from me I manage to rescue the bike, pick up my son, and reunite them several feet down the sidewalk. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Only to be followed and surrounded again. One of the girls insisted on talking to me and running into my legs with her bike, while the other proceeded to push buttons on the Booger's bike. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>While he was sitting on it. Yep. <em>My</em> space even felt invaded. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Somehow we managed to extricate ourselves again with some firm words-- including "you're pushing and hitting, we're leaving because we don't play with people who push and hit". Now I have an angry Booger under one arm, the bike in the other hand and am going back to our house. </div><div> </div><div>And I'm still being followed! </div><div> </div><div>Around the corner. </div><div> </div><div>No longer in sight of their house.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>By golly, you can believe I didn't want them to follow us all the way home. I'm pretty confident they would let themselves into my house and into the Booger's toys, and never leave. So I choose to stop moving toward my safe, one child home, and start pulling out some reasons why they need to go home. </div><div> </div><div>"I'm worried you are going to get in trouble, you are too far from home. You might not get to play outside anymore". </div><div> </div><div>"We are going to eat dinner and are all done playing". </div><div> </div><div>"You need to go home, now". </div><div> </div><div>Finally, someone from the little girls' village got a clue, and proceeded to yell obscenities, that effectively summoned the girls' to return home. Guess I should've tried that.<br /></div><div></div><br /><div> I have no plans to turn left at the corner ever again. No need to re visit <em>that</em> village.</div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853373614781203967.post-45266299170564374532009-07-08T07:31:00.000-04:002009-07-09T01:47:48.957-04:00<p align="left">I'm sure you've been anxiously waiting for me to get off my derriere <span style="font-size:78%;">(by the way... very funny if you look that up on </span><a href="http://wikipedia.com/"><span style="font-size:78%;">Wikipedia</span></a>) and post some pictures from Chicago. </p><p align="left">The Booger is at a great age where everything is amazingly interesting and exciting. He just wanted to be a part of, really right up <em>in</em> everything. I have a handful of pictures of him, face to the glass, trying to step into the tanks, puzzled why he couldn't get in there and touch the super cool swimmy things. He was so puzzled by a searay exhibit - the glass tank continues under your feet, so it seems that you're standing on top of the rays. He tried so hard to get them, even jumped up and down trying to make it in there!<br /></p><br /><br /><table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" bgcolor="#ffffff" border="0"><br /><tbody><br /><tr><td><p align="center"><a href="http://smilebox.com/play/4d5441794e7a59334e7a633d0d0a&blogview=true&campaign=blog_playback_link" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="303" alt="Click to play this Smilebox slideshow: Shedd Aquarium" src="http://smilebox.com/snap/4d5441794e7a59334e7a633d0d0a.jpg" width="386" /></a></p></td></tr><br /><tr><td><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/?partner=smilebox&campaign=blog_snapshot" target="_blank"><img style="BORDER-RIGHT: medium none; BORDER-TOP: medium none; BORDER-LEFT: medium none; BORDER-BOTTOM: medium none" height="46" alt="Create your own slideshow - Powered by Smilebox" src="http://www.smilebox.com/globalImages/blogInstructions/blogLogoSmileboxSmall.gif" width="386" /></a></td></tr><tr><td align="middle"><a href="http://www.smilebox.com/slideshows" target="_blank">Make a Smilebox slideshow</a></td></tr></tbody></table><p></p><p><br /></p>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7853373614781203967.post-63802316252958190792009-07-07T18:49:00.002-04:002009-07-07T18:54:18.404-04:00You know you're the mother of a boy when...<div>you see <a href="http://www.babycenter.com/404_should-i-let-my-toddler-fall-asleep-after-hes-had-a-serious_12348.bc?scid=momstodd_20090707:3&pe=2Uk3sfB">this article</a>. And realize that's something you really ought to know.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355855291265068242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3ZI3g2bwxB8TB2Kc7DEGISlz3ASChtlxdl7eThD3qEwxzqKT7euygwrJ9y0KhT8izFujDldHJQ228o6Rz7WLIR8poG5_CT1YbUh8bhQoPPCtaTF9ZmQ8P3TAKalVQqihHDbdFP6_QS5g/s320/DSC03481.JPG" border="0" /></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2