<?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-4538984909953355303</id><updated>2011-09-12T12:09:56.915-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tootling along</title><subtitle type='html'>-Classic Little Golden Book "Tootle"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Singletons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08507327082719283887</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538984909953355303.post-2387562039128673150</id><published>2011-04-02T20:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T21:13:48.218-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Cumpleaños Jack</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;baby is turning 4 next week and I wonder where time has gone.  He is so aware of his birthday this year, he is counting down the days.  Last week he got his first birthday card in the mail and he was so excited he could hardly stand it.  He held on to his card and kept it close to his chest.  He showed it to all of us several times and would tell us how much he loved it.  So who was the wonderful person that made Jack's year with this wonderful card?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A big "Thank You" to our health insurance company.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_fai5iV4IpY/TZfGausIqWI/AAAAAAAAA48/KP2FYazOCWg/s1600/DSC_0766.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_fai5iV4IpY/TZfGausIqWI/AAAAAAAAA48/KP2FYazOCWg/s400/DSC_0766.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591155624915806562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thanks to Jack's wonderful card we know how to keep him healthy in English as well as in Spanish.  He could care less exactly what it says.  He is just so glad that it was addressed to him and  that someone took the time to remember just him and notice that he is really getting bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z3E-SluMONI/TZfGaMsL6iI/AAAAAAAAA40/U-cVW6hdgHA/s1600/DSC_0765.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-z3E-SluMONI/TZfGaMsL6iI/AAAAAAAAA40/U-cVW6hdgHA/s400/DSC_0765.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591155615789214242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It makes me think of &lt;a href="http://lds.org/?lang=eng"&gt;Elder Ballard's&lt;/a&gt; talk today, that we need to keep life simple.  If a little boy can find joy in a simple card....I know that I am missing out in finding the joy in simple things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4538984909953355303-2387562039128673150?l=singletonsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2387562039128673150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2011/04/feliz-cumpleanos-jack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/2387562039128673150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/2387562039128673150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2011/04/feliz-cumpleanos-jack.html' title='Feliz Cumpleaños Jack'/><author><name>Singletons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08507327082719283887</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/-_fai5iV4IpY/TZfGausIqWI/AAAAAAAAA48/KP2FYazOCWg/s72-c/DSC_0766.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538984909953355303.post-5594970577333412068</id><published>2011-03-21T19:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T20:40:31.649-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr &amp; Mrs Smith come to NYC</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;For&lt;/span&gt; Matt's spring break we had visitors come to us so that we did not have to go far for fun.  Scott and Christy graced us with their wonderful smiles and sense of humor.  It was a bit cold since Spring started on Sunday but the Lord was looking out for us and we were able to walk around without scarfs and gloves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;While the Smith's were here we saw all of the usual tourist sights.  We went on the boat to get a closer view of Lady Liberty.  We visited the MET the American Museum of Natural History, Time Square, FAO, Rockefeller Center, the Empire State Building and Central Park.  There were plenty of sights along the way to keep us busy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For Saint Patty's Day we ventured out to 5th Ave and were almost taken over by the huge green mob.  So we raced into Central Park and visited the Penguins.  Then we went on a treasure hunt and found Belvedere Castle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-%20%20%20%20OADi56R_RS4/TZe67Gmkj0I/AAAAAAAAA4s/laSQmEVr5gc/s1600/DSC_0148.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OADi56R_RS4/TZe67Gmkj0I/AAAAAAAAA4s/laSQmEVr5gc/s400/DSC_0148.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591142986951200578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another day we wandering about Time Square and fun more chocolate than you can dream of.  For dinner we went to PJ Clark's and ate until we could no longer move.  After dinner we went and sat on the steps of the Lincoln Center.  People watching, looking at the temple and keeping the planet safe from the steps... what more could you ask for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X4n8osrC76Y/TZe66_1ZwhI/AAAAAAAAA4k/mxNs_lqjZvo/s1600/DSC_0754.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-X4n8osrC76Y/TZe66_1ZwhI/AAAAAAAAA4k/mxNs_lqjZvo/s400/DSC_0754.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591142985134359058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Claire enjoyed making faces while I had my camera pointed at her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v6O9uVzlSLI/TZe661MKwPI/AAAAAAAAA4c/0XcmRxDDSms/s1600/DSC_0764.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v6O9uVzlSLI/TZe661MKwPI/AAAAAAAAA4c/0XcmRxDDSms/s400/DSC_0764.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591142982277054706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then there were the boys on the steps of the Lincoln Center.  Lance and Jack recruited Scott as one of them to defend the galaxy from the Dark side.  The "boys" crawled all over the steps shooting each other,  falling apart, and being rebuilt all over again to keep fighting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thank you Smith's for sharing some of your last kid free days with us.  Thank you for the trampoline in our living room, the iphone games, the hugs and kisses!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I have washed the sheets, our new dishwasher is installed and we are ready for visitors again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4538984909953355303-5594970577333412068?l=singletonsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5594970577333412068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2011/03/mr-mrs-smith-come-to-nyc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/5594970577333412068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/5594970577333412068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2011/03/mr-mrs-smith-come-to-nyc.html' title='Mr &amp; Mrs Smith come to NYC'/><author><name>Singletons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08507327082719283887</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/-OADi56R_RS4/TZe67Gmkj0I/AAAAAAAAA4s/laSQmEVr5gc/s72-c/DSC_0148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538984909953355303.post-5845570966503670319</id><published>2010-12-11T21:37:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T23:18:50.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 Wrap-Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt; an amazing year this had been. To fill our friends and family in on our recent happenings I thought that I would do a 2010 wrap-up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQl6Ngm84QI/AAAAAAAAA2c/sR-KGousHks/s1600/DSC_0749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551102388221042946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQl6Ngm84QI/AAAAAAAAA2c/sR-KGousHks/s400/DSC_0749.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Central Park November 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Our year starting out with &lt;a href="http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow.html"&gt;freezing cold weather &lt;/a&gt;that invited us to go outside and throw snowball at each other and the passing neighbors. Claire was enjoying Kindergarten and Matt was enjoying studying the Classics at Columbia University. Lance, Jack and I enjoyed exploring the city. The American Museum of Natural History became one of our favorite places. Lance and Jack can tell you exactly what floor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Rexy&lt;/span&gt; and "Dumb dumb you give me gum gum" are on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQl7aYYCHxI/AAAAAAAAA2k/dvtHz7xoTyg/s1600/DSC_0132.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551103708860915474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQl7aYYCHxI/AAAAAAAAA2k/dvtHz7xoTyg/s400/DSC_0132.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;When the weather warmed up we craved a road trip and headed south to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010/03/washington-dc.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Washington DC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. We loved spending time with old friends and making new friends like Abraham Lincoln. While Claire was learning to read, Matt was learning to read and translate Latin and keep up with remembering the Greek that he learned in the Fall semester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQl83ZKmaMI/AAAAAAAAA2s/Sny7tutoTb0/s1600/DSC_0166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551105306800842946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQl83ZKmaMI/AAAAAAAAA2s/Sny7tutoTb0/s400/DSC_0166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In the Spring we lost a wonderful man in our family, my Dad, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010_05_01_archive.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;J David Fraser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; . It was this bitter sweet event that took Matt and I to California for the week...kid free. It was wonderful to see family and share tender memories. We come home to 3 little children that enjoyed their week long slumber party and missed their Mommy and Daddy. We used some much needed family time we toured &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010/07/monticello.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Virginia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; and our little ones were able to walk where great men walked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQmFLJO7oKI/AAAAAAAAA3E/OHxj_25kSxU/s1600/101_0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551114442214449314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQmFLJO7oKI/AAAAAAAAA3E/OHxj_25kSxU/s400/101_0051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Brooklyn Bridge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As Kindergarten was wrapping up for Claire, Matt was starting another round of classes, so the kids and I packed up for California (and less humidity) We had a "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; list" a mile long and I am not really sure what we did but we came home tan, missing NY city and most of all Daddy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQl-1lXxPoI/AAAAAAAAA20/CM4WHcOoLjI/s1600/DSC_0273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551107474740821634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQl-1lXxPoI/AAAAAAAAA20/CM4WHcOoLjI/s400/DSC_0273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Cousins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;September brought more changes to our little group. Four new classes for Matt, 1st grade for Claire, Kindergarten for Lance, jack being the only kid home....and a move to Manhattan for the whole family. We loved living in the Bronx, leaving our friends and community was tough, but we loving being in the city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;We went from a 3 bedroom 2.5 bath with all the modern convinces (garbage disposal, etc) to a 2 bedroom 1 bath and the cutest dishwasher I have ever seen...Matt. There has been much adjusting, but some things never change.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQmFMSjx3LI/AAAAAAAAA3U/9Acul9zo86Q/s1600/DSC_0539.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551114461897678002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQmFMSjx3LI/AAAAAAAAA3U/9Acul9zo86Q/s400/DSC_0539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; is quite the story teller and thinks that he is just as big as his siblings (except when it comes to riding in the stroller) He loves to build wonderful forts and train stations out of his wooden blocks. Jack also enjoys doing "homework" and complaining about it like the rest of us. I love having him home to myself and touring the city with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQmFLzXw6VI/AAAAAAAAA3M/T7hKMA3sPn4/s1600/DSC_0190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551114453525784914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQmFLzXw6VI/AAAAAAAAA3M/T7hKMA3sPn4/s400/DSC_0190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010/08/lance-5.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; is our comedian! He loves to act out scenes from various movies and keeps us laughing. He loves to build and create cities with blocks, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;legos&lt;/span&gt; and every car and train in the house. He is also a hard worker and will work until the job is done perfect. We hear shouts from his friends excited to see him as we walk to Kindergarten. He breezes through his homework and often asks for more. I wish I could bottle his excitement and energy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQmFKk-BUxI/AAAAAAAAA28/hn7TIiOhK2Y/s1600/DSC_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551114432479843090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQmFKk-BUxI/AAAAAAAAA28/hn7TIiOhK2Y/s400/DSC_0033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Steps of Lincoln memorial where &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;MLK&lt;/span&gt; gave his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;speech&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010_04_01_archive.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Claire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; is our princess, in every &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;sense&lt;/span&gt; of the word. If something does not go her way she lets us know about it. She is also so sweet and loving and makes sure that her brothers are taken care of. Claire is our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ballerina&lt;/span&gt; and turns circles all over our apartment and down Broadway as we walk home. She is always asking to help to clean and make dinner. She is quite the little mommy with all of her babies and keeping the boys in line.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Matt and I, well we just try to keep up with our babies. Matt does this while carrying a full load at Columbia (which includes memorizing Greek and Latin every semester among other things). He also keeps our Missionaries in line as the Ward Mission Leader. I love to run all over the city, find new &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;thrift&lt;/span&gt; store finds with Jack, and laugh and learn with the Relief &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Society&lt;/span&gt; sisters in our ward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This year has been a year full of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;unforgettable&lt;/span&gt; moments and moments that I wish I could hold on to a little longer. Looking back I remember how lucky I am and how good I have it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Here is to many more years of memory making...cheers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4538984909953355303-5845570966503670319?l=singletonsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5845570966503670319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010-wrap-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/5845570966503670319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/5845570966503670319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010/12/2010-wrap-up.html' title='2010 Wrap-Up'/><author><name>Singletons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08507327082719283887</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/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQl6Ngm84QI/AAAAAAAAA2c/sR-KGousHks/s72-c/DSC_0749.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538984909953355303.post-5516176595988625815</id><published>2010-10-22T22:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T19:54:38.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yankee Games</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We&lt;/span&gt; living in NY...we had to attend at least 1  (or 2 or 3) Yankee game.  Yankee Stadium is in our back yard, we do live in the Bronx after all.  So we dawned Yankee blue, packed the backpack full of food and headed to the game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQg3pl17qtI/AAAAAAAAAy0/EA8RAw16Tqg/s1600/101_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550747728406620882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQg3pl17qtI/AAAAAAAAAy0/EA8RAw16Tqg/s400/101_0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We arrived  early so that we could find our seats, and tour the new stadium a bit.  Getting to the stadium was part of the fun part.   We parked a mile away and walked with all of the other fans past where old Yankee Stadium stood ( you can still see the rubble through the cracks in the boards).  It is just such a neighborhood feeling if you can say that about a thousands of closest neighbors.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQg3pEk5BII/AAAAAAAAAys/FaexV_88YL4/s1600/101_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550747719476774018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQg3pEk5BII/AAAAAAAAAys/FaexV_88YL4/s400/101_0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jack chose cotton candy as a treat to share.  He was so excited that he asked if we could open it all the way to our seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQg3o1CoulI/AAAAAAAAAyk/oSzRjCuZ17M/s1600/101_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550747715306568274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQg3o1CoulI/AAAAAAAAAyk/oSzRjCuZ17M/s400/101_0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lance was so excited to be sitting in his own seat of a Stadium that we drive past often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQg3osLKJ_I/AAAAAAAAAyc/rry_UEyTh68/s1600/101_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550747712926394354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQg3osLKJ_I/AAAAAAAAAyc/rry_UEyTh68/s400/101_0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The food was also a draw for Claire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQg3oVlPyoI/AAAAAAAAAyU/zQBoptdq4ys/s1600/101_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550747706861800066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQg3oVlPyoI/AAAAAAAAAyU/zQBoptdq4ys/s400/101_0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When the game lost it's interest the kids found other ways to entertain themselves.  Jack sang songs and drove his cars along the seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQg3WDxsRvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/6Nljz7DOC0I/s1600/101_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550747392844515058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQg3WDxsRvI/AAAAAAAAAyM/6Nljz7DOC0I/s400/101_0023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another boredom buster were Mommy and Daddy's ipods...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQg3VmNqcZI/AAAAAAAAAyE/6S6YArkrKus/s1600/101_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550747384908771730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQg3VmNqcZI/AAAAAAAAAyE/6S6YArkrKus/s400/101_0031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fun was had by all.  There was singing, dancing, a fight and beer poured on us.  Ah, the stuff that family memories are made of.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the end the Yankee's won and we walked home with our neighbors...all of us in a very good mood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months later Matt and I had a chance to attend a Yankee playoff game and we jumped at the chance.  Thanks to 3 wonderful friends we were kidless and ready to scream ourselves horse!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQg3VDKAxSI/AAAAAAAAAx8/UTx0qzGL51M/s1600/DSCN2155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550747375498216738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQg3VDKAxSI/AAAAAAAAAx8/UTx0qzGL51M/s400/DSCN2155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were one row away from the tip of the top, but we did not care, we were at a playoff game...with the Yankees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQg3Uo-4ncI/AAAAAAAAAx0/uXCvTPneW9w/s1600/DSCN2157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550747368472223170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQg3Uo-4ncI/AAAAAAAAAx0/uXCvTPneW9w/s400/DSCN2157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As the sun went down the game started to get exciting, the temperature started to drop and we were kicking some tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQg3UVp7BXI/AAAAAAAAAxs/kJXE-hG4bDU/s1600/DSCN2167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550747363284026738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQg3UVp7BXI/AAAAAAAAAxs/kJXE-hG4bDU/s400/DSCN2167.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the end we (yes we are officially Yankee fans!) won that game.  We drove home with our bellies full of hot dogs and garlic fries and less voice than we had when the game started.  Just to hear Frank sing NY NY, is such a treat.&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4538984909953355303-5516176595988625815?l=singletonsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5516176595988625815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010/10/yankee-games.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/5516176595988625815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/5516176595988625815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010/10/yankee-games.html' title='Yankee Games'/><author><name>Singletons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08507327082719283887</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/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQg3pl17qtI/AAAAAAAAAy0/EA8RAw16Tqg/s72-c/101_0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538984909953355303.post-4089700550358619961</id><published>2010-10-10T21:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T20:01:10.855-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Apple Picking</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Apple&lt;/span&gt; Weather! This was our 2nd Annual apple picking trip up to Connecticut to Silverman Farm. Many of our friends that went with us last year have moved so we brought along car loads of new friends to create memories with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQjxw03bnzI/AAAAAAAAAzs/q7-G8fsWMqY/s1600/DSC_0652.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550952361861291826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQjxw03bnzI/AAAAAAAAAzs/q7-G8fsWMqY/s400/DSC_0652.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This year we noticed that they had added new tractors to the petting zoo.  There were many places to hide and climb on top of those great tractors. Jack jumped in the driver seat and made himself at home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQjxwAPni_I/AAAAAAAAAzk/v0aJXf_GE4w/s1600/DSC_0662.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550952347735657458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQjxwAPni_I/AAAAAAAAAzk/v0aJXf_GE4w/s400/DSC_0662.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We loved feeding the animals and the kids giggled as the goats, sheep and lamas licked the feed out of their hands. Claire the social butterfly enjoyed visiting with her friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQjxlUSg8nI/AAAAAAAAAzc/oF7wIrbt28I/s1600/DSC_0668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550952164137955954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQjxlUSg8nI/AAAAAAAAAzc/oF7wIrbt28I/s400/DSC_0668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lance made himself at home and took in the sights and sounds.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQjxkpXYOjI/AAAAAAAAAzU/8Mi4OujSXDk/s1600/DSC_0674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550952152615631410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQjxkpXYOjI/AAAAAAAAAzU/8Mi4OujSXDk/s400/DSC_0674.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We borrowed  wagons to pull the kids along while waiting for the hay ride.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQjxkT20L0I/AAAAAAAAAzM/WhKE9nSZpU4/s1600/DSC_0677.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550952146841907010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQjxkT20L0I/AAAAAAAAAzM/WhKE9nSZpU4/s400/DSC_0677.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;At the top of the hill the apples were plenty and the sun was high. Lance was a trooper carrying his full bag of apples. It became his trophy as he  showed off all of the apples that he had picked.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQjxjvXvLOI/AAAAAAAAAzE/gUh1OzyzM-A/s1600/DSC_0682.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550952137047878882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQjxjvXvLOI/AAAAAAAAAzE/gUh1OzyzM-A/s400/DSC_0682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids were hard workers and ate their fill of apples.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQjxjImNmTI/AAAAAAAAAy8/lqX5Kq1G-9c/s1600/DSC_0691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550952126639610162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQjxjImNmTI/AAAAAAAAAy8/lqX5Kq1G-9c/s400/DSC_0691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Great memories! The hay ride back to our cars showed the dirty, apple juice stained smiling faces and a great days work. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;After the picking the apples came the second hardest job, deciding what to do with all of these apples?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4538984909953355303-4089700550358619961?l=singletonsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4089700550358619961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010/12/apple-picking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/4089700550358619961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/4089700550358619961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010/12/apple-picking.html' title='Apple Picking'/><author><name>Singletons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08507327082719283887</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/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQjxw03bnzI/AAAAAAAAAzs/q7-G8fsWMqY/s72-c/DSC_0652.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538984909953355303.post-2362005028719653838</id><published>2010-09-09T20:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T20:02:44.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Babies</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Besides&lt;/span&gt; Grandma's house one of the kids favorite places is the beach.  So one night we went with the Feist's and Gma to Laguna Beach and had a dinner picnic.  The evening was beautiful and the kids were so excited to get their toes (and possibly their whole bodies), in the water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIgv549B1OI/AAAAAAAAAvk/mIP8k9FNePE/s1600/DSC_0156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514710415302579426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIgv549B1OI/AAAAAAAAAvk/mIP8k9FNePE/s400/DSC_0156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIgv5ZSritI/AAAAAAAAAvc/j6o12uJoSf8/s1600/DSC_0154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514710406803458770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIgv5ZSritI/AAAAAAAAAvc/j6o12uJoSf8/s400/DSC_0154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIgv40COWTI/AAAAAAAAAvU/XDGUcW-emkY/s1600/DSC_0138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514710396802324786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIgv40COWTI/AAAAAAAAAvU/XDGUcW-emkY/s400/DSC_0138.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIgu7APp89I/AAAAAAAAAvM/gxohKB0JZL0/s1600/DSC_0142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514709334927995858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIgu7APp89I/AAAAAAAAAvM/gxohKB0JZL0/s400/DSC_0142.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIgu6qIY2MI/AAAAAAAAAvE/z0uQdgFZuhA/s1600/DSC_0149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514709328991934658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIgu6qIY2MI/AAAAAAAAAvE/z0uQdgFZuhA/s400/DSC_0149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIgu5hzPUiI/AAAAAAAAAu8/oJ8OtyU1rE4/s1600/DSC_0150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514709309575877154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIgu5hzPUiI/AAAAAAAAAu8/oJ8OtyU1rE4/s400/DSC_0150.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/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIgu45mYU_I/AAAAAAAAAu0/YGKPPuEQ_mw/s1600/DSC_0153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514709298784523250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIgu45mYU_I/AAAAAAAAAu0/YGKPPuEQ_mw/s400/DSC_0153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIgu4RQUYEI/AAAAAAAAAus/OIv9jRB_zgA/s1600/DSC_0163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514709287954571330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIgu4RQUYEI/AAAAAAAAAus/OIv9jRB_zgA/s400/DSC_0163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it got darker and darker the kids would not give up the chance to be in the water.  With soaked clothes, chattering teeth,  goose bumps and sand between their toes they were all happy campers.  As I pulled them away from the sand to wash them off and put on PJ's, Jack said, "And then I want to build a sand castle".  When I broke the news that it was 9 at night and that we were headed home, stamping feet and crocodile tears followed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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&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/4538984909953355303-2362005028719653838?l=singletonsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2362005028719653838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010/09/beach-babies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/2362005028719653838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/2362005028719653838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010/09/beach-babies.html' title='Beach Babies'/><author><name>Singletons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08507327082719283887</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/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIgv549B1OI/AAAAAAAAAvk/mIP8k9FNePE/s72-c/DSC_0156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538984909953355303.post-1969854930798885194</id><published>2010-09-08T21:18:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T20:05:41.475-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventure Playground</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;One&lt;/span&gt; of the many items of fun on our "To Do List" while we were in California was to go to Adventure Playground, or as the kids call it "Mud Park".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIg4GS3o2TI/AAAAAAAAAws/ySECobSR2tI/s1600/DSC_0173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514719424510744882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIg4GS3o2TI/AAAAAAAAAws/ySECobSR2tI/s400/DSC_0173.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Wearing cut off jeans and borrowed shoes Claire was eager to jump on one of the Tom Sawyer rafts.   Last year she figured out how to use them right when it was time to go home. She needed no help with year as she pushed her raft through the 2 feet deep puddle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIg4FAKS7cI/AAAAAAAAAwk/nVOweZytuLM/s1600/DSC_0176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514719402308857282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIg4FAKS7cI/AAAAAAAAAwk/nVOweZytuLM/s400/DSC_0176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lance found a great pair of Nike shoes in the pile and jumped on a raft as well. He handled that raft with great skill and took his task very serious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIg4Ek1MVMI/AAAAAAAAAwc/0eUOvG59g-A/s1600/DSC_0189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514719394972587202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIg4Ek1MVMI/AAAAAAAAAwc/0eUOvG59g-A/s400/DSC_0189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He took a break from the raft and tried his hand on the mud slide. Although he made it more of a mud skid as he used his feet to wiggle down the steep slope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIg4EP0tpII/AAAAAAAAAwU/ftsNC6RxX7Y/s1600/DSC_0195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514719389333431426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIg4EP0tpII/AAAAAAAAAwU/ftsNC6RxX7Y/s400/DSC_0195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When it came time for Jack to take a ride on the rafts Lance was all to glad to show Jack exactly how it was done. Eventually Jack tired of the work and went along for the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIg3ONm80wI/AAAAAAAAAwM/hsOB0qMCNIs/s1600/DSC_0203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514718461025899266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIg3ONm80wI/AAAAAAAAAwM/hsOB0qMCNIs/s400/DSC_0203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As the raft become more and more waterlogged it started to scrape the bottom of the pond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIg3NRWQQgI/AAAAAAAAAwE/k8iit7tbxWQ/s1600/DSC_0206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514718444849742338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIg3NRWQQgI/AAAAAAAAAwE/k8iit7tbxWQ/s400/DSC_0206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was fun watching all of the kids cross the rope bridge and all the different skills that they enlisted. Each time Lance went across he tried a different technique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIg3MrYHioI/AAAAAAAAAv8/g9xJ1NlC0Sk/s1600/DSC_0209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514718434657012354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIg3MrYHioI/AAAAAAAAAv8/g9xJ1NlC0Sk/s400/DSC_0209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jack took it slow and steady and did it over and over again until he could make it across in record time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIg3LrLdVwI/AAAAAAAAAv0/dwfhdNkuX5k/s1600/DSC_0224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514718417424045826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIg3LrLdVwI/AAAAAAAAAv0/dwfhdNkuX5k/s400/DSC_0224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then it was off to the wood pile to create tree houses and what ever else they could make with a hammer and 4 nails. Claire was very proud that hers looked like something she recognized...hum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIg3LBQyb7I/AAAAAAAAAvs/gUcNWwndl0c/s1600/DSC_0228.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514718406172110770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIg3LBQyb7I/AAAAAAAAAvs/gUcNWwndl0c/s400/DSC_0228.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Once again Lance was a great big brother in showing Jack exactly how it was done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a great day to spend with cousins and to become as dirty as you could (in fact Mommy encouraged it!) I wish we could have more days like this!&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&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4538984909953355303-1969854930798885194?l=singletonsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1969854930798885194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010/09/adventure-playground.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/1969854930798885194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/1969854930798885194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010/09/adventure-playground.html' title='Adventure Playground'/><author><name>Singletons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08507327082719283887</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/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIg4GS3o2TI/AAAAAAAAAws/ySECobSR2tI/s72-c/DSC_0173.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538984909953355303.post-5507204597959444932</id><published>2010-09-07T22:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T20:08:44.347-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;They&lt;/span&gt; did it...they made it to 1st Grade and Kindergarten. And they were both bubbling with excitement! We took a first day picture to show how much they have grown from year to year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQmNfvYr8ZI/AAAAAAAAA4E/S1jRzFF1HMk/s1600/DSC_0400.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551123592146317714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQmNfvYr8ZI/AAAAAAAAA4E/S1jRzFF1HMk/s400/DSC_0400.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Don't worry Lance you will pass her up someday!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQmNWsJMiAI/AAAAAAAAA38/UNeOpM9Eb8M/s1600/DSC_0404.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551123436657215490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQmNWsJMiAI/AAAAAAAAA38/UNeOpM9Eb8M/s400/DSC_0404.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Claire is such a sweet girl and I found the perfect dress to let her shine. She was so excited to put on her first day dress that she put it out weeks before. &lt;a href="http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2009/09/kindergarten.html"&gt;Look &lt;/a&gt;how big she has grown from her first day last year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQmNWBgbM5I/AAAAAAAAA30/Crzsigjdm9w/s1600/DSC_0406.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551123425211921298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQmNWBgbM5I/AAAAAAAAA30/Crzsigjdm9w/s400/DSC_0406.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lance was given a new watch as part of his "1st day of School Countdown". It just matched his big kid look. He woke up with the sun and asked every 2 minutes if it was time to go. Yeah, he was a tad on the excited side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQmNVk1P9tI/AAAAAAAAA3s/7ssbd3EXOeY/s1600/DSC_0410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551123417514637010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQmNVk1P9tI/AAAAAAAAA3s/7ssbd3EXOeY/s400/DSC_0410.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We left the apartment 20 minutes early because he could not stand waiting any longer! To stretch out our wait we counted to steps across the bridge and the rungs on the fence around the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQmNU7g9XAI/AAAAAAAAA3k/MTwCLrQBWII/s1600/DSC_0416.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551123406423677954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQmNU7g9XAI/AAAAAAAAA3k/MTwCLrQBWII/s400/DSC_0416.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lance used his hand to aid in the counting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQmNUPrGPFI/AAAAAAAAA3c/E4cHHoAHo2E/s1600/DSC_0420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551123394655042642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQmNUPrGPFI/AAAAAAAAA3c/E4cHHoAHo2E/s400/DSC_0420.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This Kindergarten thing in hard work, but Lance will figure it out in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4538984909953355303-5507204597959444932?l=singletonsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5507204597959444932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010/09/first-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/5507204597959444932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/5507204597959444932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010/09/first-days.html' title='First Days'/><author><name>Singletons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08507327082719283887</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/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQmNfvYr8ZI/AAAAAAAAA4E/S1jRzFF1HMk/s72-c/DSC_0400.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538984909953355303.post-5774906145151419254</id><published>2010-09-05T21:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T15:35:43.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All Wet!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;What&lt;/span&gt; would a trip to California be without many visits (entire days) to the pool. Grandma's pool is 2 blocks away and Aunt Karen has one in her back yard. We all went from NY pale to CA bronze in no time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIRPPeGGwuI/AAAAAAAAAsc/1lbqDbOvx-o/s1600/DSC_0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513618971003634402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIRPPeGGwuI/AAAAAAAAAsc/1lbqDbOvx-o/s400/DSC_0128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When we first arrived going to the pool w&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;as&lt;/span&gt; at the top of the list. We meet the cousins at the pool and the swimming party turned into much more. Tyler became the "water bus" and swam around the little pool. When he arrived at the desired Lance would yell, "This is our stop!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIRPO_dfWqI/AAAAAAAAAsU/XmLCJ1vxV0A/s1600/DSC_0133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513618962780215970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIRPO_dfWqI/AAAAAAAAAsU/XmLCJ1vxV0A/s400/DSC_0133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyler was very patient and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;continued&lt;/span&gt; to let the 3 water babies take a ride on his back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIRRPzoZsaI/AAAAAAAAAt8/VSa8dNjuzzc/s1600/DSC_0334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513621175807881634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIRRPzoZsaI/AAAAAAAAAt8/VSa8dNjuzzc/s400/DSC_0334.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At Aunt Karen's house swimming lessons were a number 1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;priority&lt;/span&gt;, having Ben throw the kids across the pool was the bonus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIRRPmUfAgI/AAAAAAAAAt0/8rP0p35bRt8/s1600/DSC_0328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513621172234682882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIRRPmUfAgI/AAAAAAAAAt0/8rP0p35bRt8/s400/DSC_0328.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIRRO9JRpRI/AAAAAAAAAts/egZj-yzwfMg/s1600/DSC_0325.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513621161181816082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIRRO9JRpRI/AAAAAAAAAts/egZj-yzwfMg/s400/DSC_0325.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am not quite sure who had more fun...the thrower or the thrown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIRROQfLZII/AAAAAAAAAtk/lIGtIU-2mUE/s1600/DSC_0322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513621149194085506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIRROQfLZII/AAAAAAAAAtk/lIGtIU-2mUE/s400/DSC_0322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jack got braver and braver as the month progressed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He would ask me "Mommy, I want to swim from you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIRQFDDEc3I/AAAAAAAAAtc/69tlFl7HE8w/s1600/DSC_0317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513619891456078706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIRQFDDEc3I/AAAAAAAAAtc/69tlFl7HE8w/s400/DSC_0317.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Claire was the little Mermaid. She swam from one of the pool to the other, she did the back stroke, handstands and back flips. But the best was how she would cover her eyes with one hand and hold her nose with the other...a sign of true talent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIRQE4q1MPI/AAAAAAAAAtU/WOzhsSmxKXo/s1600/DSC_0318.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513619888670060786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIRQE4q1MPI/AAAAAAAAAtU/WOzhsSmxKXo/s400/DSC_0318.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIRQEprsdqI/AAAAAAAAAtM/igeh-GzD9aI/s1600/DSC_0311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513619884647151266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIRQEprsdqI/AAAAAAAAAtM/igeh-GzD9aI/s400/DSC_0311.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Rules of the Game: Climb on the green floating &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;crocodile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIRQEM5LnzI/AAAAAAAAAtE/4IjeQQdWSQM/s1600/DSC_0312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513619876919090994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIRQEM5LnzI/AAAAAAAAAtE/4IjeQQdWSQM/s400/DSC_0312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hang on as tight as you can tight as you can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIRQD8OcbfI/AAAAAAAAAs8/JRZC6u5MTOs/s1600/DSC_0313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513619872444870130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIRQD8OcbfI/AAAAAAAAAs8/JRZC6u5MTOs/s400/DSC_0313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Before Ben tips you over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIRPQS7JJ3I/AAAAAAAAAs0/-0Y_8e4TmKI/s1600/DSC_0310.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513618985184733042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIRPQS7JJ3I/AAAAAAAAAs0/-0Y_8e4TmKI/s400/DSC_0310.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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIRPP89yeSI/AAAAAAAAAss/qU2mj1lqgo8/s1600/DSC_0308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513618979290249506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIRPP89yeSI/AAAAAAAAAss/qU2mj1lqgo8/s400/DSC_0308.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; New game: Ben steals crock from a 6 year old and two 5 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt; and makes them chase him around the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIRPPsC1ErI/AAAAAAAAAsk/3TMf9miLaZ0/s1600/DSC_0309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513618974747988658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIRPPsC1ErI/AAAAAAAAAsk/3TMf9miLaZ0/s400/DSC_0309.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kids win!&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4538984909953355303-5774906145151419254?l=singletonsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5774906145151419254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010/09/all-wet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/5774906145151419254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/5774906145151419254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010/09/all-wet.html' title='All Wet!'/><author><name>Singletons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08507327082719283887</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/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIRPPeGGwuI/AAAAAAAAAsc/1lbqDbOvx-o/s72-c/DSC_0128.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538984909953355303.post-1663868530903462588</id><published>2010-08-29T22:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T21:41:59.287-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer in Cali...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;As much as we love NY we needed to escape the humidity. So the kids and I packed our bags, kissed Daddy good-bye (he was nose deep in Greek) and jumped on a plane to Grandma's house. She was very excited to see us although I think she forgot how loud and messy we are. Since we could waste no time we loaded our calendar with fun field trips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our first outing was to Wild Rivers. They have carload deals on Monday nights, so we put as many little ones as we could in a 12 passager van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIQ5kgdbuTI/AAAAAAAAAsM/dl4KQMinckE/s1600/IMG_0370%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513595143159789874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIQ5kgdbuTI/AAAAAAAAAsM/dl4KQMinckE/s400/IMG_0370%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jack and I went on an adventure and slid down the slide together. The face full of water was quite a surprise at the end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIQ5kWQHn4I/AAAAAAAAAsE/Xqih357RCsY/s1600/IMG_0374%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513595140419592066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIQ5kWQHn4I/AAAAAAAAAsE/Xqih357RCsY/s400/IMG_0374%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire and I jumped around in the pool to keep warm as the sun went down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIQ5kCjLZCI/AAAAAAAAAr8/2JQeJnLpRww/s1600/IMG_0381%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513595135130821666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIQ5kCjLZCI/AAAAAAAAAr8/2JQeJnLpRww/s400/IMG_0381%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Claire loved being the Princess and sitting on top of her tube &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;while she floated down the lazy river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIQ5j8Z1htI/AAAAAAAAAr0/EvBYjfeJpdg/s1600/IMG_0385%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513595133481027282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIQ5j8Z1htI/AAAAAAAAAr0/EvBYjfeJpdg/s400/IMG_0385%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lance loved the being in the tube, being out of the tube, being in the tube, being out of the tube. For him the lazy river was anything but lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIQ5jnxRMzI/AAAAAAAAArs/WPAJ2SJ_oow/s1600/IMG_0392%5B1%5D"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513595127942165298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIQ5jnxRMzI/AAAAAAAAArs/WPAJ2SJ_oow/s400/IMG_0392%5B1%5D" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the end we were all purple, sleepy and ready to go home to Grandma's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4538984909953355303-1663868530903462588?l=singletonsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1663868530903462588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010/08/summer-in-cali.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/1663868530903462588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/1663868530903462588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010/08/summer-in-cali.html' title='Summer in Cali...'/><author><name>Singletons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08507327082719283887</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/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TIQ5kgdbuTI/AAAAAAAAAsM/dl4KQMinckE/s72-c/IMG_0370%5B1%5D' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538984909953355303.post-6921770484639153614</id><published>2010-08-22T21:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T20:12:13.067-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lance 5...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt; Lance&lt;/span&gt; never was a little baby.  Weighing in at 10lb 4oz at birth and then improving that with thunder thighs that you just wanted to sink your teeth into...heaven.  But 5?!  How did that happen.  He was just this sweet baby that looked at you with his deep blue eyes and he would get you do anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQgxaybftYI/AAAAAAAAAxk/nmxf72C-fLE/s1600/DSCN0712.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550740877017593218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQgxaybftYI/AAAAAAAAAxk/nmxf72C-fLE/s400/DSCN0712.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now when I look into his eyes I still fall in love, but I also hear his mischievous giggle and wonder what he up to now!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Being here in NY we have let the kids choose several NY attractions to tour on their special day.  Lance chose to go to the Fire Fighter Museum, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;FAO&lt;/span&gt; Schwartz and our favorite little book store Bank Street Bookstore.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQgxalvGu5I/AAAAAAAAAxc/4KN_PM4exjU/s1600/DSC_0352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550740873610181522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQgxalvGu5I/AAAAAAAAAxc/4KN_PM4exjU/s400/DSC_0352.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Being August it was a typical hot and humid day in the Big Apple.  We took the train to lower Manhattan and went into the Museum that was a former NY Fire station.  The displays were amazing and very kid friendly.  Lance fit the "Handsome" firefighter profile perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQgxGGQ7pAI/AAAAAAAAAxU/1A04SAnxEs4/s1600/DSC_0355.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550740521564742658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQgxGGQ7pAI/AAAAAAAAAxU/1A04SAnxEs4/s400/DSC_0355.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He had so much fun trying on all the different out fits and seeing how the trucks evolved from being pulled by a horse to what we have today.  He pulled us around and had us read all the signs on the wall that explained about the equipment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQgxF2UEXFI/AAAAAAAAAxM/NuHGtUGcs6k/s1600/DSC_0358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550740517282929746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQgxF2UEXFI/AAAAAAAAAxM/NuHGtUGcs6k/s400/DSC_0358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They had a simple but touching tribute to NY Firefighters from 911.  This was a helmet that was found in the rubble as the clean up was occurring at ground zero.  It was interesting to see the reverence that our kids gave the rooms dedicated to these heroes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQgxFpwQRmI/AAAAAAAAAxE/WN5k17iR0ho/s1600/DSC_0360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550740513911490146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQgxFpwQRmI/AAAAAAAAAxE/WN5k17iR0ho/s400/DSC_0360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lance enjoyed just hanging out on the fire engine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQgxFNSefMI/AAAAAAAAAw8/JQAFoS2BeFw/s1600/DSC_0364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550740506270399682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQgxFNSefMI/AAAAAAAAAw8/JQAFoS2BeFw/s400/DSC_0364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Nana and Katie made a special visit for Lance's birthday and brought fancy cupcakes.  Lance could hardly contain his excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQgxE3IYJOI/AAAAAAAAAw0/9cf1q1GTc38/s1600/DSC_0375.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550740500322460898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQgxE3IYJOI/AAAAAAAAAw0/9cf1q1GTc38/s400/DSC_0375.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Is this a sign that his eyes are bigger then his stomach?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a wonderful day to celebrate the birth of our little Lance.  We are so glad that he is in our family.  His contagious laughter adds to our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4538984909953355303-6921770484639153614?l=singletonsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/6921770484639153614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010/08/lance-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/6921770484639153614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/6921770484639153614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010/08/lance-5.html' title='Lance 5...'/><author><name>Singletons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08507327082719283887</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/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQgxaybftYI/AAAAAAAAAxk/nmxf72C-fLE/s72-c/DSCN0712.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538984909953355303.post-825168875073367697</id><published>2010-07-13T14:05:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T00:03:40.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Claire's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Claire&lt;/span&gt; has been planning this day for months.  Any time we talk about birthdays she would start her new idea with... "For my Birthday we are going to..." and it was usually followed by something spectacular like having a slumber party at the Plaza.  With each of her new ideas I would follow up with, "That would be great!" But in the end we had to come up with something really special for our Princess.  So weeks before I asked her where in NY she wanted to celebrate her birthday and she picked Central Park.  That was the easy part so we fill the rest of the day in with New York's finest.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TDysRw0LGNI/AAAAAAAAAnk/RqmLvRfnZ8k/s1600/DSC_0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TDysRw0LGNI/AAAAAAAAAnk/RqmLvRfnZ8k/s400/DSC_0147.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493455066646649042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;First of all Claire wanted to bring Molly, her American Girl Doll, so Molly was Claire constant companion.  Not once did Molly need to take a ride in the stroller.  Our first stop was to our little red lighthouse.  I read that it was going to be open and visitors could climb to the top for a great view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TDysRMJQnoI/AAAAAAAAAnc/a0UkeT6bBoo/s1600/DSC_0135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TDysRMJQnoI/AAAAAAAAAnc/a0UkeT6bBoo/s400/DSC_0135.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493455056802979458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So up we all climbed.  It was a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;unnerving&lt;/span&gt; to see Lance and Jack lean a little too far over the rail.  One by one they admitted to me that they were a little scared and liked the view from the ground better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TDysQQvartI/AAAAAAAAAnU/GWRovcGSgpM/s1600/DSC_0138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TDysQQvartI/AAAAAAAAAnU/GWRovcGSgpM/s400/DSC_0138.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493455040856895186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The spiral stair case and the great echo made the trip down a treat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TDysPyJoS2I/AAAAAAAAAnM/PLoX288YTD0/s1600/DSC_0141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TDysPyJoS2I/AAAAAAAAAnM/PLoX288YTD0/s400/DSC_0141.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493455032645340002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jack was so excited to finally reach that door that earlier he had tried to squeeze through the gate to get to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TDyr6C0nBnI/AAAAAAAAAnE/MXGi6Dq8ZPU/s1600/DSC_0151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TDyr6C0nBnI/AAAAAAAAAnE/MXGi6Dq8ZPU/s400/DSC_0151.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493454659163457138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lance was excited to find more nooks to climb in and to be able to run in circles around the light house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TDyr5suFl_I/AAAAAAAAAm8/R9BLbeJ1m2Q/s1600/DSC_0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TDyr5suFl_I/AAAAAAAAAm8/R9BLbeJ1m2Q/s400/DSC_0155.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493454653230520306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After a picnic lunch the kids enjoyed climbing on the rocks and watching a few boats pass by.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TDyr5bD6ifI/AAAAAAAAAm0/o4wjXbk8RNM/s1600/DSC_0160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TDyr5bD6ifI/AAAAAAAAAm0/o4wjXbk8RNM/s400/DSC_0160.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493454648490232306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From there we took the train downtown to 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; and 49&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; to where little girl's (and Mommy's) dream's come true... The American Girl Doll Store.  Claire saved her birthday money and had in mind what she wanted before we entered the store.  In the end Molly was dressed in a new birthday dress, and added a swim suite and PJ's to her wardrobe. Claire was so excited and had to change Molly right away!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TDyr4vu-ZwI/AAAAAAAAAms/51dp-MDi0O4/s1600/DSC_0166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TDyr4vu-ZwI/AAAAAAAAAms/51dp-MDi0O4/s400/DSC_0166.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493454636859680514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From there we went to "Crumbs" and everyone chose their favorite sugar rush.  Claire chose Cookies and Cream...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TDyr4CjsGbI/AAAAAAAAAmk/cLFkApUZ0p0/s1600/DSC_0169.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TDyr4CjsGbI/AAAAAAAAAmk/cLFkApUZ0p0/s400/DSC_0169.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493454624732748210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lance Candy....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TDyrfNsJB-I/AAAAAAAAAmc/0ewTTHH8p4A/s1600/DSC_0167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TDyrfNsJB-I/AAAAAAAAAmc/0ewTTHH8p4A/s400/DSC_0167.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493454198224259042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jack Carrot....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TDyrenSEvfI/AAAAAAAAAmU/KrIqBCMfYIo/s1600/DSC_0171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TDyrenSEvfI/AAAAAAAAAmU/KrIqBCMfYIo/s400/DSC_0171.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493454187914378738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And Daddy, Chocolate along with a bite of Lance's.  Mommy enjoyed a Black and White.  We all sat on the grass in Central Park, sang to Claire, and ate 1/4 of our treats to save the rest for breakfast in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TDyrePkRYbI/AAAAAAAAAmM/MBNImn2A6_4/s1600/DSC_0180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TDyrePkRYbI/AAAAAAAAAmM/MBNImn2A6_4/s400/DSC_0180.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493454181548253618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With that much energy we ran off some steam at the playground and in the sprinklers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TDyrdoINufI/AAAAAAAAAmE/0MyvpWmVqwY/s1600/DSC_0182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TDyrdoINufI/AAAAAAAAAmE/0MyvpWmVqwY/s400/DSC_0182.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493454170961590770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Some of us had a sugar melt down and needed to go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TDyrdPgtfGI/AAAAAAAAAl8/7Gpf_dCRg4I/s1600/DSC_0187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TDyrdPgtfGI/AAAAAAAAAl8/7Gpf_dCRg4I/s400/DSC_0187.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493454164353449058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To top off Claire's day we walked to Gray's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Papaya&lt;/span&gt; and ate our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;hot dogs&lt;/span&gt; at the 69&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; Street station.  What a great NY birthday.  The weather was perfect and the kids enjoyed being in the city.  I can't believe that my baby is 6, I am so proud of who she is turning out to be and look forward to exploring with her through many more birthdays. &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/4538984909953355303-825168875073367697?l=singletonsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/825168875073367697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010/07/claires-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/825168875073367697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/825168875073367697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010/07/claires-day.html' title='Claire&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Singletons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08507327082719283887</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/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TDysRw0LGNI/AAAAAAAAAnk/RqmLvRfnZ8k/s72-c/DSC_0147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538984909953355303.post-2224218950343983925</id><published>2010-07-08T15:29:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T15:29:00.817-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monticello</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The day following our adventure to Mount Vernon we decided to try one more historical landmark. This time we travel 2 hours from our  gracious host's home to &lt;a href="http://www.monticello.org/"&gt;Monticello, the home of Thomas Jefferson our 3rd President.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Monticello was build on a hill and means beautiful hill. Touring Monticello had a very different feeling than Mount Vernon. While Mount Vernon was spread wide, Monticello climbs to the sky.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TC-QwV0Va2I/AAAAAAAAAjE/OlAqRak_QJI/s1600/DSC_0141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489765630952696674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TC-QwV0Va2I/AAAAAAAAAjE/OlAqRak_QJI/s400/DSC_0141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Beautiful trees surround the home, while along the outlining path is Mulberry Row, the slave's homes and shops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TC-Qw4F_g-I/AAAAAAAAAjM/-0_HpEycxxE/s1600/DSC_0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489765640153564130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TC-Qw4F_g-I/AAAAAAAAAjM/-0_HpEycxxE/s400/DSC_0074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There was a children's center that allowed the kids to explore what life was like in Thomas Jefferson's time. There was a slave home that the kids are able to prepare a meal over a fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TC-QxR_cPZI/AAAAAAAAAjU/ONHhctHRZBU/s1600/DSC_0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489765647105408402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TC-QxR_cPZI/AAAAAAAAAjU/ONHhctHRZBU/s400/DSC_0075.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lance lounged in a replica of Jefferson's bed. In his home he built this bed in a alcove between his bedroom and his office. That way he was never too far from either.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TC-Qx_BieGI/AAAAAAAAAjc/Pgl7pIqmwB4/s1600/DSC_0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489765659193800802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TC-Qx_BieGI/AAAAAAAAAjc/Pgl7pIqmwB4/s400/DSC_0080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also had wooden blocks that we all enjoyed building our own Monticello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TC-QyUhsmVI/AAAAAAAAAjk/vfw0kEFBpBo/s1600/DSC_0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489765664965826898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TC-QyUhsmVI/AAAAAAAAAjk/vfw0kEFBpBo/s400/DSC_0088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We enjoyed the beautiful gardens. There was a wonderful breeze and we laid on the grass to take in the smell of nature that we don't get very often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TC-SfZLYf4I/AAAAAAAAAkE/31fjTW0AN1Y/s1600/DSC_0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489767538820153218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TC-SfZLYf4I/AAAAAAAAAkE/31fjTW0AN1Y/s400/DSC_0094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All of three of the kids took off in different directions and explored nature to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TC-Se7hwpdI/AAAAAAAAAj8/Qx1NCHftTsw/s1600/DSC_0111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489767530860946898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TC-Se7hwpdI/AAAAAAAAAj8/Qx1NCHftTsw/s400/DSC_0111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After a tour of the home the kids enjoyed foot races in true Jefferson fashion. Jefferson would go on the front lawn with his grandchildren and drop a handkerchief to signal the start of the race. Matt used a tissue to start our race and the kids took to be the first to Daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TC-SegRTwkI/AAAAAAAAAj0/5MMNhKHjnMI/s1600/DSC_0118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489767523544187458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TC-SegRTwkI/AAAAAAAAAj0/5MMNhKHjnMI/s400/DSC_0118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While in the children's center a woman that worked there gave each of our kids a nickle.  She explained who was on the coin and that his home was on the back.  Jack loves to look at his nickle and tell us all about going to Thomas Jefferson's home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TC-SeDlp_gI/AAAAAAAAAjs/oS_pbmMPADM/s1600/DSC_0135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489767515844902402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TC-SeDlp_gI/AAAAAAAAAjs/oS_pbmMPADM/s400/DSC_0135.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was a small pond that Jefferson built in his garden.  The reflection of Monticello was breath taking and the kids loved throwing rocks into the water and watching the water ripple.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;An amazing part of history that we were able to share with our little family.  Jack can still tell you who is on the nickle.  The kids watch movies with historic places and figures and talk about being there, I would not miss this for the world.  The other day the kids even talked about meeting George Washington and Thomas Jefferson and we teased that they were entertaining Grandpa...we all got a good giggle out of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4538984909953355303-2224218950343983925?l=singletonsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2224218950343983925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010/07/monticello.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/2224218950343983925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/2224218950343983925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010/07/monticello.html' title='Monticello'/><author><name>Singletons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08507327082719283887</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/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TC-QwV0Va2I/AAAAAAAAAjE/OlAqRak_QJI/s72-c/DSC_0141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538984909953355303.post-9055619926389433795</id><published>2010-07-07T20:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T22:12:51.781-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Red, White and NY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;The 4th of July is one of my favorite holidays. And like may holidays it means dressing in holiday colors. So bright and early Sunday morning we all dressed in red, white and blue. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TDPN3hXQa0I/AAAAAAAAAk0/fi17fmHYD4k/s1600/DSC_0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490958724427180866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TDPN3hXQa0I/AAAAAAAAAk0/fi17fmHYD4k/s400/DSC_0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After church the celebration started with bright red frosting and sprinkles. We made "funfetti" cupcakes with red and blue dots and went on a sugar rush. Then with hot dogs and fries to top it off, we were off into the city for fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TDPPcEf_zYI/AAAAAAAAAl0/sE6wj3QnMRI/s1600/DSC_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490960451846000002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TDPPcEf_zYI/AAAAAAAAAl0/sE6wj3QnMRI/s400/DSC_0003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took the train to 59th and then walked to 57th all the way west. We found a spot in the middle of the street and spread out our Texas blanket. "Where was Jack?", you may ask...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TDPPbvX4-1I/AAAAAAAAAls/05jAQfsUmNM/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490960446174853970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TDPPbvX4-1I/AAAAAAAAAls/05jAQfsUmNM/s400/DSC_0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Where most kids should be at 9:00 at night, asleep in their stroller.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TDPN5aDeRoI/AAAAAAAAAlU/k29AC5XanNQ/s1600/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490958756824893058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TDPN5aDeRoI/AAAAAAAAAlU/k29AC5XanNQ/s400/DSC_0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We watched a beautiful sunset across the Hudson River while dripping sweat. It was in the mid 90 and the fireworks were about to start.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TDPN46dGBKI/AAAAAAAAAlM/2PxXuYx_Ta4/s1600/DSC_0007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490958748342420642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TDPN46dGBKI/AAAAAAAAAlM/2PxXuYx_Ta4/s400/DSC_0007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A few thousand or our little friends joined our street party. This was a view just to the north of of us. The crowds went from 59th Ave to 12th Ave.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TDPN4qJcXgI/AAAAAAAAAlE/IyhsATOliEY/s1600/DSC_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490958743965031938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TDPN4qJcXgI/AAAAAAAAAlE/IyhsATOliEY/s400/DSC_0013.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once the fireworks started Jack was up and the kids were climbing on the police barrier in front of us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TDPN4C6W34I/AAAAAAAAAk8/K8m9yTZVdXw/s1600/DSC_0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490958733432774530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TDPN4C6W34I/AAAAAAAAAk8/K8m9yTZVdXw/s400/DSC_0017.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The show was amazing with new fireworks that I had never seen before.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;When it was all over we went with ALL of our new friends to the the train... and then took a taxi home. It was a great night, and as Matt says something we never need to do again :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4538984909953355303-9055619926389433795?l=singletonsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/9055619926389433795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010/07/red-white-and-ny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/9055619926389433795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/9055619926389433795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010/07/red-white-and-ny.html' title='Red, White and NY'/><author><name>Singletons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08507327082719283887</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/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TDPN3hXQa0I/AAAAAAAAAk0/fi17fmHYD4k/s72-c/DSC_0018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538984909953355303.post-4357796996118295181</id><published>2010-07-06T14:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T14:06:00.159-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mount Vernon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;On Tuesday, May 11th, Matt and I packed up our little family and drove to Reston, VA. The Keller's had volunteered to take our kids for the week while Matt and I went on a action packed week in California. The trip to California was a real whirlwind. Seeing family, celebrating my Dad's life and taking in the sights made for a fast paced trip that could not be missed. Without the Keller's, we could not have done it. They are destined for the Celestial Kingdom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After our California adventures, we decided to slow it down and go sight seeing in Virgina for a bit. First on our list was &lt;a href="http://www.mountvernon.org/"&gt;Mount Vernon, the home of our first President, George Washington&lt;/a&gt;. Being married to Matt, I have learned to appreciate history more. And being my parents' daughter, I love a good adventure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TC-FQCXCkvI/AAAAAAAAAi8/whl04m5r3lw/s1600/DSC_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489752981345833714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TC-FQCXCkvI/AAAAAAAAAi8/whl04m5r3lw/s400/DSC_0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We drove about 45 minutes and arrived at the home of George Washington. The grounds were open for visitors to wander the plantation along with a tour of his home. This was the gate to the garden and his Greenhouse. I felt that I had stepped back in time and I felt the peace and tranquility of my surroundings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TC-FPxIFsGI/AAAAAAAAAi0/Yaa_K069oZY/s1600/DSC_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489752976719720546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TC-FPxIFsGI/AAAAAAAAAi0/Yaa_K069oZY/s400/DSC_0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids loved wandering through the garden. Looking at the beautiful flowers as well as the crops that were being grown and tended by volunteers. The kids were also given a treasure map with clues that helped them to earn a reward at the end. With the help of our maps and the clues, we all learned a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TC-FPcajVOI/AAAAAAAAAis/48daWNUaM6Q/s1600/DSC_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489752971160016098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TC-FPcajVOI/AAAAAAAAAis/48daWNUaM6Q/s400/DSC_0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After a tour of the house that held original artifacts, we rested a spell on the porch and took in the view of the Potomac River.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TC-FORyqKVI/AAAAAAAAAik/h5fiVFLeZio/s1600/DSC_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489752951128467794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TC-FORyqKVI/AAAAAAAAAik/h5fiVFLeZio/s400/DSC_0023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids ran, climbed the gate and picked flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TC9-9XY6wTI/AAAAAAAAAic/TkKR3ebR__I/s1600/DSC_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489746063503573298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TC9-9XY6wTI/AAAAAAAAAic/TkKR3ebR__I/s400/DSC_0031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another favorite game was rolling down the hill. Being that close to history was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TC9-9I8JfFI/AAAAAAAAAiU/uLDGsdqHgFY/s1600/DSC_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489746059624807506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TC9-9I8JfFI/AAAAAAAAAiU/uLDGsdqHgFY/s400/DSC_0036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These are the "HAHA walls" that we learned about thanks to our treasure map. George needed a way to keep the cattle in the meadow and not close to the house without a tacky wall. So he built these short walls. The house was on top of the wall and the animals below, and we all know that cows can't climb walls. But if you were playing a game of tag on the house lawn and did not know that the walls were there, you would fall off. Then everyone would laugh at you...hence the "HAHA walls"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TC9-8rm9P3I/AAAAAAAAAiM/ySfLi65-l88/s1600/DSC_0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489746051751296882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TC9-8rm9P3I/AAAAAAAAAiM/ySfLi65-l88/s400/DSC_0044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some of us got a little carried away with the name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TC9-8G6L33I/AAAAAAAAAiE/ClArlC8TqCw/s1600/DSC_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489746041899835250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TC9-8G6L33I/AAAAAAAAAiE/ClArlC8TqCw/s400/DSC_0058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What an amazing sight! Thinking of George Washington riding his horse up to this same point to return home from the battlefields, then retiring to his small den to run our newly formed Country. Amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a great day to make memories. Claire said over and over again, "I wish I was George Washington's Granddaughter so I could live here". Lance and Jack loved seeing statues of Washington as a solider. Each one of them had their favorite part of Mount Vernon. It was a wonderful experience to bring history to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TC9-7bX03TI/AAAAAAAAAh8/y5iOALCxgyI/s1600/DSC_0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4538984909953355303-4357796996118295181?l=singletonsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4357796996118295181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010/07/mount-vernon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/4357796996118295181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/4357796996118295181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010/07/mount-vernon.html' title='Mount Vernon'/><author><name>Singletons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08507327082719283887</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/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TC-FQCXCkvI/AAAAAAAAAi8/whl04m5r3lw/s72-c/DSC_0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538984909953355303.post-4246031684220472821</id><published>2010-06-30T22:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T14:05:13.052-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lego Mania</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;New York&lt;/span&gt; has too many fun things going on during the Summer that it is hard to choose what to do. But when I heard that a new Lego store was opening at Rockefeller Center, we had to go. They had tables set up on either side of the ice skating rink with bins full of red Legos so that the kids could build bricks to help to construct a 15 foot Lego apple. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TC9pk_FMOfI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Xc0KZuOcHvc/s1600/DSC_0244.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489722554917337586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TC9pk_FMOfI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Xc0KZuOcHvc/s400/DSC_0244.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jack was so excited to get to build with Legos. He was really good at following the directions and making his brick exactly how the Lego experts taught him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TC9pkVLyM1I/AAAAAAAAAhs/ph6CO6AP9FQ/s1600/DSC_0247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489722543670702930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TC9pkVLyM1I/AAAAAAAAAhs/ph6CO6AP9FQ/s400/DSC_0247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was SO hot in the little tent. Claire as a trooper and worked diligently to create her part of the apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TC9pkKnQuII/AAAAAAAAAhk/bv_LoosqB68/s1600/DSC_0252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489722540833159298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TC9pkKnQuII/AAAAAAAAAhk/bv_LoosqB68/s400/DSC_0252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; TA DA! Three little bricks made by my three favorite little people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TC9nShloE4I/AAAAAAAAAhc/DuCbrs2GzP4/s1600/DSC_0253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489720038739415938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TC9nShloE4I/AAAAAAAAAhc/DuCbrs2GzP4/s400/DSC_0253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When they were done they took their bricks to the "Master Builders" to add to the apple. Here is a prototype of what the apple will look like. Each little brick on the prototype represents one of the kids big bricks on the big apple!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TC9nSD2wsZI/AAAAAAAAAhU/TuSAKdrJOB0/s1600/DSC_0267.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489720030758220178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TC9nSD2wsZI/AAAAAAAAAhU/TuSAKdrJOB0/s400/DSC_0267.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went in the store for awhile to cool off and when went back to work. Closer to 5th Ave they had tables set up with only green Legos. They asked the kids to build plants to add to Rockefeller Center. The one with the red bricks was Jack's. A man from the New York Post was taking his picture and needed contrast in the photo. We stood there for over an hour building and the kids were in Lego heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TC9nR0fahWI/AAAAAAAAAhM/0XYUS32YVe8/s1600/DSC_0268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489720026633766242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TC9nR0fahWI/AAAAAAAAAhM/0XYUS32YVe8/s400/DSC_0268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lance was so excited about his creation. I was so excited that it did not fall on the way to putting it with the other creations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TC9nRckOUGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/cdjf8VhSPOs/s1600/DSC_0127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489720020211486818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TC9nRckOUGI/AAAAAAAAAhE/cdjf8VhSPOs/s400/DSC_0127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The apple took 3 days to build. We missed seeing it finished but at 7:30 that night it killed me that we missed seeing it so we drove downtown and caught a glimpse. This is the view from 5th Ave as we drove by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TC9nQxOZbjI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AH0CW_8A8JE/s1600/DSC_0123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489720008577216050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TC9nQxOZbjI/AAAAAAAAAg8/AH0CW_8A8JE/s400/DSC_0123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We drove around the blocks several times just so that everyone could see it. Here is a view from 50th , the taxis behind me did not appreciate what I was trying to do. Their horns added to the moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we got home we had accomplished 2 goals. 1) See the finished apple. 2) Carry 3 sleeping children up to the 6th floor and tuck them in bed. Mission accomplished!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4538984909953355303-4246031684220472821?l=singletonsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4246031684220472821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010/06/legos-mania.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/4246031684220472821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/4246031684220472821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010/06/legos-mania.html' title='Lego Mania'/><author><name>Singletons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08507327082719283887</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/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TC9pk_FMOfI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Xc0KZuOcHvc/s72-c/DSC_0244.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538984909953355303.post-4700250972396000546</id><published>2010-06-30T21:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T22:33:54.344-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Little Red Lighthouse</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is a wonderful story by Hildegarde H. Swift and Lynd Ward titled &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Little-Lighthouse-Great-Gray-Bridge/dp/0152045732/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1277949600&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;"The Little Red Lighthouse and The Great Gray Bridge"&lt;/a&gt; It is a fabulous story about a charming little lighthouse that stands on the banks of the Hudson River at the north point of Manhattan.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One day while driving down the Henry Hudson Pkwy towards the city I noticed this little lighthouse tucked under the George Washington Bridge and was taken by surprise.  The bridge connects New York to New Jersey.  Months later while in a book store I notice the children's book about the lighthouse.  I know that this was a perfect excuse for an adventure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TCv1oUuwgGI/AAAAAAAAAg0/SWAE8p1jFs8/s1600/DSC_0276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488750643989479522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TCv1oUuwgGI/AAAAAAAAAg0/SWAE8p1jFs8/s400/DSC_0276.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So today, on our second day of summer we hiked down the hill to meet our &lt;a href="http://wzus1.ask.com/r?t=p&amp;amp;d=us&amp;amp;s=a&amp;amp;c=a&amp;amp;l=dir&amp;amp;o=0&amp;amp;ld=5389&amp;amp;sv=0a5c4238&amp;amp;ip=4579a2ed&amp;amp;id=6302F3EB90AA2222E5DCD38EB1CB267A&amp;amp;q=little+red+light+house+NY&amp;amp;p=1&amp;amp;qs=0&amp;amp;ac=197&amp;amp;g=0877gYETqRehdm&amp;amp;en=in&amp;amp;io=0&amp;amp;ep=&amp;amp;eo=&amp;amp;b=a002&amp;amp;bc=&amp;amp;br=&amp;amp;tp=d&amp;amp;ec=1&amp;amp;pt=The%20Little%20Red%20Lighthouse%20-%20Historical%20Sign&amp;amp;ex=tsrc%3Dtled&amp;amp;url=&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.nycgovparks.org%2Fsub_your_park%2Fhistorical_signs%2Fhs_historical_sign.php%3Fid%3D11044"&gt;little red lighthouse&lt;/a&gt;.  The weather was perfect!  We wandered up and over the Henry Hudson Parkway, under over handing trees and along the banks of the Hudson River. A cool breeze was blowing off of the Hudson and we were able to find a spot of shade thanks to our little lighthouse and read the book, just to help the story come to life.  Jack had me read it several times and would point out the landmarks around us as we came to them in the storyline. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TCv1oMB01GI/AAAAAAAAAgs/coOdazjLAEs/s1600/DSC_0279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488750641653535842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TCv1oMB01GI/AAAAAAAAAgs/coOdazjLAEs/s400/DSC_0279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was one of those Mommy days when you think..."This is great!"  Just as long as the kids did not fall in the Hudson or get hit in the head by the rocks they were throwing we were in great shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TCv1nnhauVI/AAAAAAAAAgk/MPAe6ftoPHY/s1600/DSC_0287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488750631853930834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TCv1nnhauVI/AAAAAAAAAgk/MPAe6ftoPHY/s400/DSC_0287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lance asked to bring our binoculars to get a better look around.  He loved playing I-spy with them.  He found the Empire State Building, New Jersey, and a speed boat passing by, just to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TCv1nWwKu5I/AAAAAAAAAgc/w8RiZqQ6Ung/s1600/DSC_0291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488750627352394642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TCv1nWwKu5I/AAAAAAAAAgc/w8RiZqQ6Ung/s400/DSC_0291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack was doing everything he could to get into the gate.  He got everything in but his head and as he tried to pull it through the bars he would giggle and say "Ow" every time his noggin clunked against the bars.  Lucky for me he never got through.  I was afraid I was going to have to call the NY fire department if he got stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TCv1m9Y5CEI/AAAAAAAAAgU/bGdeWp6WnGM/s1600/DSC_0296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488750620543879234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TCv1m9Y5CEI/AAAAAAAAAgU/bGdeWp6WnGM/s400/DSC_0296.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; What a great day to bring a bit of literature alive.  As I type Jack is thumbing through the book and talking about what he saw at the little red lighthouse.  What a great start to a wonderful summer.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Little-Lighthouse-Great-Gray-Bridge/dp/0152045732/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1277949600&amp;amp;sr=8-1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4538984909953355303-4700250972396000546?l=singletonsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4700250972396000546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010/06/our-little-red-lighthouse.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/4700250972396000546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/4700250972396000546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010/06/our-little-red-lighthouse.html' title='Our Little Red Lighthouse'/><author><name>Singletons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08507327082719283887</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/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TCv1oUuwgGI/AAAAAAAAAg0/SWAE8p1jFs8/s72-c/DSC_0276.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538984909953355303.post-7045134855231879467</id><published>2010-06-17T12:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T20:22:57.759-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NY Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Before&lt;/span&gt; we went to California for the summer we made a plan. We started with 2 poster size calendars for June and July and made lists of all the fun city things to do. I was so afraid that I would miss the fun (and the kids too). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQls58hyjVI/AAAAAAAAA2U/aFn08D087nY/s1600/DSC_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551087758467042642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQls58hyjVI/AAAAAAAAA2U/aFn08D087nY/s400/DSC_0058.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our favorite places to go is the American Museum of Natural History. Once it gets warm the sprinklers turn on just outside the Rose Center for Earth and Space. The boys loved splashing in the gutter outside of the Planetarium...amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQls5POGWKI/AAAAAAAAA2M/oEtyKwT0CBU/s1600/DSC_0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551087746304858274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQls5POGWKI/AAAAAAAAA2M/oEtyKwT0CBU/s400/DSC_0063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We also visited the Bronx Zoo and took in some of the sights that don't take place year round. The Monorail takes travelers across the Bronx river to see up close and personal animals that yo&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQj4SSBvHKI/AAAAAAAAA0k/k8R68UponJ8/s1600/DSC_0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;u can only see on the Monorail tour. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQls388NkoI/AAAAAAAAA2E/USCuPQHOiUc/s1600/DSC_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551087724218126978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQls388NkoI/AAAAAAAAA2E/USCuPQHOiUc/s400/DSC_0066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids loved playing "where's waldo" with the tigers, deer and other hidden animals. Some animals like the elephants they have no problem finding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQls3ZiJoBI/AAAAAAAAA18/5psbd08U7P0/s1600/DSC_0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551087714713575442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQls3ZiJoBI/AAAAAAAAA18/5psbd08U7P0/s400/DSC_0074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our other favorite place in the Bronx Zoo is the butterfly exhibit. In the summer it does get a bit stuff in the green house. But the beautiful classical music, the tiny waterfalls and the flitting butterflies just capture the kids attention and they are at peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQls20t7WfI/AAAAAAAAA10/gQbIqPFHyNs/s1600/DSC_0076.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551087704830859762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQls20t7WfI/AAAAAAAAA10/gQbIqPFHyNs/s400/DSC_0076.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys can spend hours looking at the koi and waterfalls. They name the fish, try to touch them and watch as they play fishy tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQlsaOgH_jI/AAAAAAAAA1s/c--C1wObUTo/s1600/DSC_0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551087213536083506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQlsaOgH_jI/AAAAAAAAA1s/c--C1wObUTo/s400/DSC_0079.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Two of the "rules" are that you may not pick the flowers and you may not pickup the butterflies. However the kids have learned that there is no rule against the butterflies "happening" to crawl on your finger if it "happens" to be sticking out. Simple joys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQlsZUVjIPI/AAAAAAAAA1k/H6C8gdFoj8w/s1600/DSC_0086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551087197922468082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQlsZUVjIPI/AAAAAAAAA1k/H6C8gdFoj8w/s400/DSC_0086.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taking a ride on the bug carousel is a must. The kids love to go around over and over again until I get dizzy and need to get off. With each ride they insist on choosing a different bug. Claire loves the ladybug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQlsYrT9hOI/AAAAAAAAA1c/on8W_5OKG8w/s1600/DSC_0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551087186909955298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQlsYrT9hOI/AAAAAAAAA1c/on8W_5OKG8w/s400/DSC_0087.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A beetle, caterpillar and praying mantis are some other favorites to ride on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQlsYFN30fI/AAAAAAAAA1U/q-tgjWFkinY/s1600/DSC_0094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551087176683868658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQlsYFN30fI/AAAAAAAAA1U/q-tgjWFkinY/s400/DSC_0094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another NY city must is testing out the water from a cracked fire hydrant. Lance was so excited about the chance to see up close and personal how this wonderful thing worked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQlsXSuOX_I/AAAAAAAAA1M/pZAV1l7yvOQ/s1600/DSC_0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551087163129356274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQlsXSuOX_I/AAAAAAAAA1M/pZAV1l7yvOQ/s400/DSC_0095.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He was so good (thanks to some coaxing) he did not get to soaked, but the possibility is still in his mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know who was more warn out with our short NY summer, me or the kids. I did start a list for next year of some of the things that we missed or loved too much to miss out on next year.&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4538984909953355303-7045134855231879467?l=singletonsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7045134855231879467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010/06/ny-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/7045134855231879467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/7045134855231879467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010/06/ny-summer.html' title='NY Summer'/><author><name>Singletons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08507327082719283887</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/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TQls58hyjVI/AAAAAAAAA2U/aFn08D087nY/s72-c/DSC_0058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538984909953355303.post-204074023785134549</id><published>2010-05-09T09:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T14:54:50.927-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt; week, and for the rest of my life, I will honor an amazing man, my father...John David Fraser. What a gift my father in Heaven gave me when  he let me come to the Fraser family. My Dad had so much knowledge that he wanted to share with me, sometimes it was a bit overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S-bOxOWMiBI/AAAAAAAAAdE/HtikeessyYA/s1600/DSC_0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469286142548150290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S-bOxOWMiBI/AAAAAAAAAdE/HtikeessyYA/s400/DSC_0100.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when I was about 9 and I wanted to know how a camera worked. My Dad was an expert on this! He attended BYU, went to Art School in Los Angles and then studies at Cal State Fullerton. He worked with photographer Todd Walker, designed and ran a photography lab at CBS and created his own Advertising Agency out of our home. Just to name few of his accomplishments in photography. However instead of asking my Dad how it worked, I went to my Mom. I remember her laughing at me and asking me, "Why don't you ask your Daddy?" I replied, "I just want the simple answer and I know that he is going to go on forever." I remember her suppressing her laughter as she placed her hand over her mouth. She then walked into the living room and whispered into my Dad's ear. He looked at me through the top half of his glasses and beckoned me over. As I sheepishly walked over and sat on the couch he said to me, "Tell me what you want to know". He lovingly and simply taught me about a camera..I caught the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S-bd2A_UD-I/AAAAAAAAAeE/1kQynLyd6qk/s1600/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469302717536276450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S-bd2A_UD-I/AAAAAAAAAeE/1kQynLyd6qk/s320/DSC_0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the youngest of 4 I remember being the only kid left at home. My Mom and Dad still insisted on Family Home Evening and Scripture study. With no siblings left at home to distract me, I created my own distractions and spent some of our time together under the coffee table, trying not to be interested. However to this day I can remember the sound of my Mom and Dad reading the scriptures to me and hearing the love they had for these sacred books conveyed in their voices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S-bd1XSv_tI/AAAAAAAAAd0/0ueVweDYggo/s1600/553.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S-bd1XSv_tI/AAAAAAAAAd0/0ueVweDYggo/s1600/553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469302706343509714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S-bd1XSv_tI/AAAAAAAAAd0/0ueVweDYggo/s320/553.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember seeing his face as I walked out the right side of the room in the MTC and hoping to see his 18 months later. And then the excitement when I stepped of the plane and seeing the joy on his face that I was home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing at my wedding and him pointing out all the people that came to celebrate with us. Him flying up to Washington to only turn around and drive back to California so that he could be there with me when the boys were born and Matt was serving our Country. The joy I saw as he was one of the first to see the boys come into the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S-bRMpDbQzI/AAAAAAAAAdc/b_aKYcpkUM8/s1600/Jack++Karen+photos+4-10-07+066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469288812596904754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S-bRMpDbQzI/AAAAAAAAAdc/b_aKYcpkUM8/s400/Jack++Karen+photos+4-10-07+066.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past month he called me often at 8am our time (since the rest of the world was still sleeping). He told me of the books that he was reading and the people that he talked to and made them  smile. But his greatest joy was telling me of sharing the gospel and giving copies of the Book of Mormon to even the crankest nurses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S-bd08pK4QI/AAAAAAAAAds/8DtL2UUY3FI/s1600/489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469302699189788930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S-bd08pK4QI/AAAAAAAAAds/8DtL2UUY3FI/s320/489.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S-bd0QH8VOI/AAAAAAAAAdk/jQJ6BwnH6PU/s1600/145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469302687239263458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S-bd0QH8VOI/AAAAAAAAAdk/jQJ6BwnH6PU/s320/145.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my favorite memories is when I was about 7 and not wanting to go to bed. I tried the "water trick" often enough. Finally my Dad took me into his arms and pulled me into his lap. He sat in his chair watching TV cradling me in his arms. I remember placing my ear on his chest and listening to his heart pounding and his steady breathing moving my head gently back and forth. As I listened I tried to pattern my breathing after his. Right then nothing else mattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a great plan our Father in Heaven has given us that he allows us come to families. To know that the knowledge of the older must be passed on to the younger. How grateful I am for the knowledge of the plan and for the knowledge that we are an eternal family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;President Spencer W. Kimball shared that he wanted to wear out his body in the service of the Lord. I have not seen a better example of this than my wonderful Daddy, and I hope to follow his example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;div style="width:600px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w645.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http%3A%2F%2Fw645.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fuu171%2FStaceyRene_photos%2FOur+Grandpa%2F9d833288.pbw" height="180" width="600"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s645.photobucket.com/albums/uu171/StaceyRene_photos/Our%20Grandpa/?action=view&amp;current=9d833288.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In memory of John David Fraser May 14, 1933 - May 7, 2010 &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4538984909953355303-204074023785134549?l=singletonsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/204074023785134549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-daddy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/204074023785134549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/204074023785134549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-daddy.html' title='My Daddy'/><author><name>Singletons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08507327082719283887</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/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S-bOxOWMiBI/AAAAAAAAAdE/HtikeessyYA/s72-c/DSC_0100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538984909953355303.post-2307768655756408133</id><published>2010-04-28T22:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T21:33:12.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Three</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;Maybe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; it is because my baby went from this ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S9oEz_danZI/AAAAAAAAAcc/aYNVIH4bOEA/s1600/Jack++Karen+photos+4-10-07+051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465686389022170514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S9oEz_danZI/AAAAAAAAAcc/aYNVIH4bOEA/s400/Jack++Karen+photos+4-10-07+051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;12 pounds 6 ounces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;To this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S9oHNLI-csI/AAAAAAAAAck/9NYOzqAWYsw/s1600/DSC_0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465689020677649090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S9oHNLI-csI/AAAAAAAAAck/9NYOzqAWYsw/s400/DSC_0152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;A three-year-old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How did my &lt;i&gt;baby&lt;/i&gt; get to this point? He started out big so it should be no surprise, but it has been. He is very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;comical&lt;/span&gt;, has killer dimples and is quite spoiled. Since Christmas he has been asking for the same thing for his birthday..."Wall-E" (Oh yeah and a Mummy from the MET). Jack is our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Pixar&lt;/span&gt; kid, between Toy Story and Wall-E he is a happy camper. So since he got Buzz for Christmas, Wall-e just seemed the next step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nana wanted to give him a gift that would fit in with the rest of his collection, his favorite cowboy toy, Woody. Woody arrived several days before the event so we wrapped it up and left it on the rug the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S9oHOW6mbQI/AAAAAAAAAc0/o5b5u8fsXR4/s1600/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465689041018449154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S9oHOW6mbQI/AAAAAAAAAc0/o5b5u8fsXR4/s400/DSC_0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S9oHN_7EsVI/AAAAAAAAAcs/inSWRbRw5pQ/s1600/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465689034846417234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S9oHN_7EsVI/AAAAAAAAAcs/inSWRbRw5pQ/s400/DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not my brightest ideas. I was woken up by Jack pushing the now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;unwrapped&lt;/span&gt; Woody box in my face asking me to open it. So much for the big photo opt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wall-E came several weeks after the fact so I had the upper hand. The Disney box arrived and Matt came home from school early. We gathered around the box and  made guesses as to what was inside. Nothing prepared Jack for the biggest shock of his three years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w645.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http%3A%2F%2Fw645.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fuu171%2FStaceyRene_photos%2F8ce5ab52.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s645.photobucket.com/albums/uu171/StaceyRene_photos/?action=view&amp;current=8ce5ab52.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The toy was a hit...with all of us!  He comes complete with remote and says all of our favorite lines.  He even looks for Eve and calls her name.  I am not quite sure what can top this gift...maybe I better look into buying that Mummy.&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/4538984909953355303-2307768655756408133?l=singletonsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/2307768655756408133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010/04/three.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/2307768655756408133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/2307768655756408133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010/04/three.html' title='Three'/><author><name>Singletons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08507327082719283887</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/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S9oEz_danZI/AAAAAAAAAcc/aYNVIH4bOEA/s72-c/Jack++Karen+photos+4-10-07+051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538984909953355303.post-8399306366616889244</id><published>2010-04-12T21:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T22:04:39.225-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Colors</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;aster is such a wonderful time of year. Being here in New York I have been able to see what spring is all about and really appreciate the newness of life. What a wonderful way to celebrate life with smiling faces and bright colors. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TARXlCM0ePI/AAAAAAAAAek/Jnk2wiUMDEQ/s1600/DSC_0253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477599340546783474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TARXlCM0ePI/AAAAAAAAAek/Jnk2wiUMDEQ/s400/DSC_0253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Easter morning was a busy for our family. Nana and Katie came to visit, it was Conference Sunday. To let off a little steam we enjoyed our beautiful weather and went for a walk in our neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TARXk9F81oI/AAAAAAAAAec/HMw7l_kmnZM/s1600/DSC_0256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477599339175794306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TARXk9F81oI/AAAAAAAAAec/HMw7l_kmnZM/s400/DSC_0256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Claire was pretty in pink wearing a dress that Mommy just finish the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TARXkowNAjI/AAAAAAAAAeU/OF9kJEC4UTA/s1600/DSC_0262.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477599333715870258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TARXkowNAjI/AAAAAAAAAeU/OF9kJEC4UTA/s400/DSC_0262.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lance is such a handsome devil in his green shirt and khaki pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TARXkMfPbZI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Tz9IskYd1SQ/s1600/DSC_0264.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477599326128532882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TARXkMfPbZI/AAAAAAAAAeM/Tz9IskYd1SQ/s400/DSC_0264.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jack is just as cute as can be in his blue polo. He was not a happy camper at the time however.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TARiZH3eIoI/AAAAAAAAAfk/ljdBQ74HqpY/s1600/DSC_0268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477611230537327234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TARiZH3eIoI/AAAAAAAAAfk/ljdBQ74HqpY/s320/DSC_0268.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After our walk we went home to make fresh rolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TARiYs_cU8I/AAAAAAAAAfc/AZfFQCVWJ1Q/s1600/DSC_0270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477611223323005890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TARiYs_cU8I/AAAAAAAAAfc/AZfFQCVWJ1Q/s320/DSC_0270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Some of us got into it a little more than others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TARiYTC9dDI/AAAAAAAAAfU/0rIf4h7qOqM/s1600/DSC_0275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477611216358437938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TARiYTC9dDI/AAAAAAAAAfU/0rIf4h7qOqM/s320/DSC_0275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Most of all we made great memories and spent time together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TARiX7rfI0I/AAAAAAAAAfM/mGW1s3246uE/s1600/DSC_0272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477611210085966658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TARiX7rfI0I/AAAAAAAAAfM/mGW1s3246uE/s320/DSC_0272.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was an amazing day to spend with family and to celebrate the atonement of Jesus Christ.  It was wonderful to remind our kids what Easter is all about.  Seeing the newness of life up close and personal reminds me that because of a single act , we will all be new again.&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4538984909953355303-8399306366616889244?l=singletonsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/8399306366616889244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-colors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/8399306366616889244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/8399306366616889244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-colors.html' title='Easter Colors'/><author><name>Singletons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08507327082719283887</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/_rdWqTzcdIAk/TARXlCM0ePI/AAAAAAAAAek/Jnk2wiUMDEQ/s72-c/DSC_0253.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538984909953355303.post-5846622596861632054</id><published>2010-03-28T23:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T16:04:35.714-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DC Three (days that is)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Saturday&lt;/span&gt; the amazing weather continued.  So we packed up our 7 kids (our 3 and Keller's 4) and were off to the Smithsonian.  What I learned from from watching "Night at the Museum; battle..." (where would I be without that movie)  is that the Smithsonian is actually several museums that line The Mall between the Capital and the Washington Monument.  To keep the kids interest we decided to go to the Air and Space Museum first.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S7AfJX1X8KI/AAAAAAAAAa8/DwP0jQaCfbA/s1600/DSC_0148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453893394622836898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S7AfJX1X8KI/AAAAAAAAAa8/DwP0jQaCfbA/s400/DSC_0148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There was a bit of a line to get into the museum so to entertain the kids we had them look in the windows to help  get their wiggles out.  It did make them a little excited to see all of the airplanes and rockets that were just on the other side of the glass wall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S7AeuqLBeaI/AAAAAAAAAa0/ZK4EgpMnEBM/s1600/DSC_0154.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453892935689009570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S7AeuqLBeaI/AAAAAAAAAa0/ZK4EgpMnEBM/s400/DSC_0154.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We were so excited about the museum that we missed photo ops.  But as the kids ran on the grass of The Mall and ate Mickey D's ice cream I caught them being kids.  They played duck duck goose, freeze tag and hide and seek.  Mallory was so cute peaking around the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S7AeuMGoLkI/AAAAAAAAAas/JC0U2NIY7Uc/s1600/DSC_0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453892927617510978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S7AeuMGoLkI/AAAAAAAAAas/JC0U2NIY7Uc/s400/DSC_0152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Paco...I mean Jack was having fun finding sticks and then throwing them at the big kids as they ran by while playing tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S7AetoZTLII/AAAAAAAAAak/gyouzC9KVFc/s1600/DSC_0163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453892918032149634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S7AetoZTLII/AAAAAAAAAak/gyouzC9KVFc/s400/DSC_0163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ayla was such a sweet Princess as she picked flowers and blades of grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S7Aetb83ArI/AAAAAAAAAac/ZUwkymKznl0/s1600/DSC_0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453892914691637938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S7Aetb83ArI/AAAAAAAAAac/ZUwkymKznl0/s400/DSC_0177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We caught a picture of the Kellers in front of the Capital.  The large crowd in back of the Kellers is the protesters protesting National Health.  Part of History! (Did I mention it was a very sunny day?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S7Aes_oFZFI/AAAAAAAAAaU/vdr8yo0Ttfs/s1600/DSC_0184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453892907088307282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S7Aes_oFZFI/AAAAAAAAAaU/vdr8yo0Ttfs/s400/DSC_0184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then we caught a family picture of us.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah, the blessings of living on the East Coast and being able to experience history 4 hours from our home.  It was a great weekend and we did not want to leave.  But Sunday afternoon we packed up our little family and went back to our big city.  It was wonderful to cross the George Washington bridge and see to our right the bright lights of our humble home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4538984909953355303-5846622596861632054?l=singletonsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5846622596861632054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010/03/dc-three-days-that-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/5846622596861632054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/5846622596861632054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010/03/dc-three-days-that-is.html' title='DC Three (days that is)'/><author><name>Singletons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08507327082719283887</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/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S7AfJX1X8KI/AAAAAAAAAa8/DwP0jQaCfbA/s72-c/DSC_0148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538984909953355303.post-1459968637383609518</id><published>2010-03-24T21:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T21:37:00.167-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking throught History</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;On&lt;/span&gt; Friday April volunteered to watch our kids while Matt and I toured DC.  So for the day she has a 6 year old, a 5 year old, two 4 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt;, a 2 year old, a one year old and a 5 month old...crazy!  But thanks to her we had some much needed hand holding and less stroller pushing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S6ltRGhqpkI/AAAAAAAAAaM/7L6C6VH9mec/s1600-h/DSC_0115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452008964485719618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S6ltRGhqpkI/AAAAAAAAAaM/7L6C6VH9mec/s400/DSC_0115.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our sights were set on the Capital.  The weather was beautiful and we had a long way to walk but with amazing sights along the way we enjoyed every minute.  The sheer size of the Capital took my breath away.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S6ltQP2aW_I/AAAAAAAAAaE/OCHCyjFZcu0/s1600-h/DSC_0122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452008949808782322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S6ltQP2aW_I/AAAAAAAAAaE/OCHCyjFZcu0/s400/DSC_0122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As we took a tour inside the Capital it was wonderful to learn of the history behind the craftsmanship.  I learned that this amazing dome was being worked on during the civil war.  Abraham Lincoln thought that it was important that the Capitol Building was finished to show the people that he believed their was going to still be a Union after the feuding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S6ltP-4h-sI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/AQA6j0X_Qqs/s1600-h/DSC_0127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452008945254267586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S6ltP-4h-sI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/AQA6j0X_Qqs/s400/DSC_0127.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the painting on the inside of the rotunda.  Hand painted to show George Washington in heaven looking down on what this country has become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S6ltPQiwI0I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/a7Ysqa6d6cM/s1600-h/DSC_0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452008932814889794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S6ltPQiwI0I/AAAAAAAAAZ0/a7Ysqa6d6cM/s400/DSC_0128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; All around the walls are the most beautiful windows with carved molding.  Our tour guide told us that if you took the Statue of Liberty off of her base, there would still be 30 feet above her head as she stood in the rotunda.  The guide told us about all the beautiful, historic pieces and how one man tried to steal a piece of one of the paintings.  The things people would do to have a piece of history.  He was tackled and the painting restored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S6ltOskuq_I/AAAAAAAAAZs/5RpJHcOjA8A/s1600-h/DSC_0145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452008923159505906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S6ltOskuq_I/AAAAAAAAAZs/5RpJHcOjA8A/s400/DSC_0145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;plak&lt;/span&gt; was under a statue in front of the National Archives.  The statue portrayed a woman holding a child high on her shoulder.  It was a great reminder that if we teach our children correct principles it will effect future generations to come.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was an amazing day.  We bought hot dogs from a cart and enjoyed a picnic on the lawn.  The line to get into the National Archives was a mile long, so we enjoyed a walk down the National Lawn.  We then went to Georgetown and walked through the charming little streets.  After dinner we enjoyed a cupcake from Georgetown Cupcakes.  Perfect ending to a perfect date.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;April survived the day and we stayed up until 1am giggling.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4538984909953355303-1459968637383609518?l=singletonsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1459968637383609518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010/03/walking-throught-history.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/1459968637383609518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/1459968637383609518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010/03/walking-throught-history.html' title='Walking throught History'/><author><name>Singletons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08507327082719283887</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/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S6ltRGhqpkI/AAAAAAAAAaM/7L6C6VH9mec/s72-c/DSC_0115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538984909953355303.post-4657477714070025909</id><published>2010-03-23T19:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T23:19:18.784-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Washington D.C</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;With&lt;/span&gt; Matt's spring break coming we had to get away...fast. So where better to go then to Washington D.C. Thanks to the Keller's we had a place to stay and great company. So off we went, leaving homework and New York behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S6lTjVMVdfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/5sdR0hJnduI/s1600-h/DSC_0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451980690358105586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S6lTjVMVdfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/5sdR0hJnduI/s400/DSC_0158.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;On Thursday we drove to DC and marched right up to the White House. It was amazing how small it looked. It was also fun experiencing this new place with my family. They were so excited to see where Jack's best friend lives...Barack Obama. (Jack includes President Obama in most family drawings)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S6lTi1gLDDI/AAAAAAAAAZc/ftNvyrFkMi4/s1600-h/DSC_0159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451980681851374642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S6lTi1gLDDI/AAAAAAAAAZc/ftNvyrFkMi4/s400/DSC_0159.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It was so amazing to be in the exact place where so many great Presidents have lived.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S6lTMwrMcKI/AAAAAAAAAZU/6TH79Fj3FWw/s1600-h/DSC_0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451980302598303906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S6lTMwrMcKI/AAAAAAAAAZU/6TH79Fj3FWw/s400/DSC_0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our second stop was the Lincoln Memorial. We had just watched "Night at the Museum, Battle over the Smithsonian" so our kids were excited see Abraham Lincoln. It was amazing to climb the steps and to come face to face (so to speak) with Abraham Lincoln. All three of the kids were in awe of the size of the memorial and the felling that they were left with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S6lTMaFQnVI/AAAAAAAAAZM/f8mHNyEA5DA/s1600-h/DSC_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451980296533613906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S6lTMaFQnVI/AAAAAAAAAZM/f8mHNyEA5DA/s400/DSC_0031.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Claire was so excited because she learned that Martin Luther King Jr spoke on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial. There was a stone to commemorate his speech. There was also a Park Ranger that was playing a recording of MLK's speech which made it come to life. Amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S6lTLxOFC8I/AAAAAAAAAZE/k1xRWWegp6g/s1600-h/DSC_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451980285564750786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S6lTLxOFC8I/AAAAAAAAAZE/k1xRWWegp6g/s400/DSC_0036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The boys loved collecting rocks in the shadow of the Washington Memorial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S6lTLaqM7hI/AAAAAAAAAY8/vu0jFGNgpyM/s1600-h/DSC_0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451980279508692498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S6lTLaqM7hI/AAAAAAAAAY8/vu0jFGNgpyM/s400/DSC_0042.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jack met a duck and had to tell him about all the things he had seen. He was a crack up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S6lTLKK75nI/AAAAAAAAAY0/5C6IWfWAl38/s1600-h/DSC_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451980275082585714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S6lTLKK75nI/AAAAAAAAAY0/5C6IWfWAl38/s400/DSC_0045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lance was waiting to see the octopus that Ben Stiller put into the Reflecting Pool. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What an amazing day. Seeing so much history and being able to see it though the eyes of my little ones. It was great to learn so much and to learn how much I have to learn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day down 3 more to go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4538984909953355303-4657477714070025909?l=singletonsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4657477714070025909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010/03/washington-dc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/4657477714070025909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/4657477714070025909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010/03/washington-dc.html' title='Washington D.C'/><author><name>Singletons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08507327082719283887</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/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S6lTjVMVdfI/AAAAAAAAAZk/5sdR0hJnduI/s72-c/DSC_0158.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538984909953355303.post-5852543793688227157</id><published>2010-03-15T15:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T15:31:17.011-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not all Created Equal...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;have been a little spoiled with haircuts for the boys.  I get teased when I gush about a "great" boys haircut, but today I have be taught in a painful lesson "Not All Boys Haircut's are Created Equally"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With Matt's Spring break he have to get out of town while we can.  So we are going to visit friends in Virginia and tour DC.  The boys were looking a little shaggy and had bed head more often than not.  My Mother-in-law, who cuts there hair in not coming into town until Easter and that is way too far away.  Lance made the comment that his and Jack's hair had grown so long that people were going to think they were girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There is a place in Scarsdale (20 min away) that charges $20 but it is not open today and I have so much to do.  A place around the corner charges $28 and one charges $30, but come on these are little kid heads!  So the boys and I went on an adventure to find a "Family Barber".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I had lost all hope and had melting ice cream in the trunk, I drove past a sign that said "We specialize in children, teens and elderly".  I did I u-turn and ran in (since I had to pick up Claire in 45 min)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I should have picked up on the Mexican music or that the pictures on the wall were all of Hispanic kid's haircuts.  But he was only charging me $12 each and I had a time line. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S56FLCG4dhI/AAAAAAAAAYs/weaBy8TsIfg/s1600-h/DSC_0144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448939023755671058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S56FLCG4dhI/AAAAAAAAAYs/weaBy8TsIfg/s400/DSC_0144.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It should have also been a clue when the guy that was cutting Jack's hair used the clippers to cut his bangs!  But at that point what do you say?!  Do I grab my kids and run knowing that they are going to have to wear a hat for 3 weeks?!  So now we have the cutest little blonde boys...with Mexican haircuts.  $20 each is looking pretty good right now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S56FKdymw7I/AAAAAAAAAYk/-Yq_EdneUG0/s1600-h/DSC_0146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448939014006948786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S56FKdymw7I/AAAAAAAAAYk/-Yq_EdneUG0/s400/DSC_0146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With a hand full of gel, the boys look a little more like themselves...Handsome none the less.  It is a good thing that Matt gets home when they are in bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4538984909953355303-5852543793688227157?l=singletonsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5852543793688227157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-all-created-equal.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/5852543793688227157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/5852543793688227157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010/03/not-all-created-equal.html' title='Not all Created Equal...'/><author><name>Singletons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08507327082719283887</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/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S56FLCG4dhI/AAAAAAAAAYs/weaBy8TsIfg/s72-c/DSC_0144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538984909953355303.post-9053876561969256876</id><published>2010-02-27T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T20:53:38.542-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pajama Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt; was a long day and everyone needed a bath.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So it was a perfect time to take pictures in of my 3 monkeys in their &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christmas PJ's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5rrTHHckiI/AAAAAAAAAW8/64lRb9GZqJU/s1600-h/DSC_0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447925412818358818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5rrTHHckiI/AAAAAAAAAW8/64lRb9GZqJU/s400/DSC_0085.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They are so sweet and cute and all the other ways to describe these kids. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5rrSsylwuI/AAAAAAAAAW0/M6NZzdC2Jvw/s1600-h/DSC_0100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447925405751558882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5rrSsylwuI/AAAAAAAAAW0/M6NZzdC2Jvw/s400/DSC_0100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Then just like that I was reminded why I never take my own children's pictures.  No amount of yelling or bribing would get my little wiggle worms to hold still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5rrSfpf01I/AAAAAAAAAWs/iSE9lqf52fw/s1600-h/DSC_0117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447925402223760210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5rrSfpf01I/AAAAAAAAAWs/iSE9lqf52fw/s400/DSC_0117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did manage to catch our Big Sister, Big Brother and Little Brother on film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5rrSF5Gn9I/AAAAAAAAAWk/MhcgBmDOnTQ/s1600-h/DSC_0130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447925395309895634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5rrSF5Gn9I/AAAAAAAAAWk/MhcgBmDOnTQ/s400/DSC_0130.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I had to catch this shot while I could...it made them hold still and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;gave me a little giggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4538984909953355303-9053876561969256876?l=singletonsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/9053876561969256876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010/02/pajama-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/9053876561969256876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/9053876561969256876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010/02/pajama-day.html' title='Pajama Day!'/><author><name>Singletons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08507327082719283887</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/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5rrTHHckiI/AAAAAAAAAW8/64lRb9GZqJU/s72-c/DSC_0085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538984909953355303.post-1817144843180939082</id><published>2010-02-25T21:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T22:44:04.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;After&lt;/span&gt; we had so much fun with our last snow storm, the Lord blessed us with another. Claire had a snow day as well as Daddy. I was in HEAVEN! .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5sD8hR70YI/AAAAAAAAAYU/Uz_hoCPpUH8/s1600-h/DSC_0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447952512495374722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5sD8hR70YI/AAAAAAAAAYU/Uz_hoCPpUH8/s400/DSC_0060.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;This is the view from our family room wall.  It has been amazing to see the season change from our kitchen.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5sD8bxr1aI/AAAAAAAAAYM/M8Sw2hn2ITA/s1600-h/DSC_0071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447952511017932194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5sD8bxr1aI/AAAAAAAAAYM/M8Sw2hn2ITA/s400/DSC_0071.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This time the whole family was involved in the building of our Snowman. Every since winter hit all Jack has wanted to do was to build his ideal "Frosty". He took his job of guarding the bottom of our snowman very seriously.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5sD71xjuCI/AAAAAAAAAYE/uYam-rxBvnY/s1600-h/DSC_0074.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447952500816853026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5sD71xjuCI/AAAAAAAAAYE/uYam-rxBvnY/s400/DSC_0074.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lance was caught in the cross fire's of Daddy's and Dragos (our superintendent) snowball fight. They were ruthless, no one was safe. The people coming out of the building, the people going in the building the snowplow trash trucks...all fair game in their sights. Not even holding a camera was a good enough excuse not to be hit with a huge snowball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5sD7qn0ZGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/q6iKwn2nz3k/s1600-h/DSC_0080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447952497823212642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5sD7qn0ZGI/AAAAAAAAAX8/q6iKwn2nz3k/s400/DSC_0080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Look at what our little California girl has become...a fair skin NY snow bunny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5sIKqYsccI/AAAAAAAAAYc/E0kn_NlmsYE/s1600-h/DSC_0082.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447957153504326082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5sIKqYsccI/AAAAAAAAAYc/E0kn_NlmsYE/s400/DSC_0082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jack still at his post of watching Frosty. The craziest thing happen while Jack was asleep and not at his post.  Frosty crossed the road!  The next day we went looking for him and thought that he had left and then Lance pointed out that he had indeed, crossed the sidewalk and ended up on the retaining wall.  Amazing the things that happen in the Bronx.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4538984909953355303-1817144843180939082?l=singletonsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1817144843180939082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/1817144843180939082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/1817144843180939082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-days.html' title='Snow Days'/><author><name>Singletons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08507327082719283887</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/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5sD8hR70YI/AAAAAAAAAYU/Uz_hoCPpUH8/s72-c/DSC_0060.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538984909953355303.post-348269897401112424</id><published>2010-02-11T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T21:28:52.198-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We &lt;/span&gt;kept hearing that this Snow Storm was coming and we waited and waited and then it came.  It was beautiful!  The biggest snow flakes that I have ever seen drifted pass our 6th floor window.  Many of then were as big as cotton balls...amazing!  I don't know who had more fun watching it me or the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5rxdPUM7xI/AAAAAAAAAXs/67nlC-Yo9gk/s1600-h/DSC_0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447932183887802130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5rxdPUM7xI/AAAAAAAAAXs/67nlC-Yo9gk/s400/DSC_0034.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5rxTaAUUQI/AAAAAAAAAXk/e6D2wSXELRo/s1600-h/DSC_0036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447932014958498050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5rxTaAUUQI/AAAAAAAAAXk/e6D2wSXELRo/s400/DSC_0036.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The next day we ventured out in the snow.  We made track in the fresh snow and built a snowman with the neighbors.   After several hours my toes were numb and I had to get back indoors.  Matt took our picture from our Apartment.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5rxS3jiCWI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Hl7HZiPoEI4/s1600-h/DSC_0040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447932005710956898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5rxS3jiCWI/AAAAAAAAAXc/Hl7HZiPoEI4/s400/DSC_0040.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The following day we braved the cold again.  One of Jack's favorite things to do was just lay in the snow and watch as the snowflakes fell down on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5rxSi4BweI/AAAAAAAAAXU/9vZhFDwLe7w/s1600-h/DSC_0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447932000159777250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5rxSi4BweI/AAAAAAAAAXU/9vZhFDwLe7w/s400/DSC_0047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wondered if he had fallen asleep, no just pondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5rxR7_mO3I/AAAAAAAAAXM/S5InatnmOxM/s1600-h/DSC_0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447931989722545010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5rxR7_mO3I/AAAAAAAAAXM/S5InatnmOxM/s400/DSC_0048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we woke up we were greeted with this funky snow statue out our window Some crazy neighbors took a break from their studies &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to build this HUGE penguin... in the middle of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5rxRcF1k5I/AAAAAAAAAXE/tNct6QNGseU/s1600-h/DSC_0052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447931981158781842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5rxRcF1k5I/AAAAAAAAAXE/tNct6QNGseU/s400/DSC_0052.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Claire found chunks of snow and started her own Jewelry store.  Lance was her employee and our friend Rose was her customer.  She was cracking me up with the descriptions of each "piece". We spent several hours outside.  Then Mommy's toes started to freeze off and I knew it was time to come in.  The Land-O-Lake hot chocolate and homemade bread hit the spot.&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4538984909953355303-348269897401112424?l=singletonsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/348269897401112424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/348269897401112424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/348269897401112424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow.html' title='Snow!'/><author><name>Singletons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08507327082719283887</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/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5rxdPUM7xI/AAAAAAAAAXs/67nlC-Yo9gk/s72-c/DSC_0034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538984909953355303.post-1900713118538548260</id><published>2009-09-18T21:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T23:05:03.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hyde Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;For&lt;/span&gt; Matt's birthday I asked him what he wanted to do. With all of the sights and sounds of NY he wanted to go to Hyde Park, the birth place of FDR. It was a beautiful day to enjoy amazing grounds. The first place we visited was was FDR's home that he was raised in and later raised his family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5hXO64thXI/AAAAAAAAAV0/l5KpgwRRZwQ/s1600-h/DSC_0205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447199663141520754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5hXO64thXI/AAAAAAAAAV0/l5KpgwRRZwQ/s400/DSC_0205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The inside of the home was beautiful. I thought that my family home had the walls covered with pictures, this home wins hands down! The family library was my favorite. The room is the size of our entire apartment...OK bigger. Tons of setting areas complete with little kid chairs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5hXlhz3McI/AAAAAAAAAWc/uFCebKYdJ0A/s1600-h/DSC_0192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447200051547288002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5hXlhz3McI/AAAAAAAAAWc/uFCebKYdJ0A/s400/DSC_0192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the view from the back stairs as it looks over the Hudson River. Ah, the simple life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5hXlSm-OQI/AAAAAAAAAWU/qa4PzgePj5o/s1600-h/DSC_0193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447200047466690818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5hXlSm-OQI/AAAAAAAAAWU/qa4PzgePj5o/s400/DSC_0193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5hXP3PECQI/AAAAAAAAAWM/AjqPJbiKNig/s1600-h/DSC_0194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447199679341398274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5hXP3PECQI/AAAAAAAAAWM/AjqPJbiKNig/s400/DSC_0194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took a walk through the rose garden of Sara D. Roosevelt. This is a 100 year old garden. The roses are fabulous. Every color and type of rose surrounded us. We went from one type to the next reading fun names and taking in their sent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5hXPrYCVYI/AAAAAAAAAWE/lTOyDqfLAok/s1600-h/DSC_0196.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447199676157810050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5hXPrYCVYI/AAAAAAAAAWE/lTOyDqfLAok/s400/DSC_0196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is the burial sight of FDR right in his Mother's rose garden. It is such a beautiful serene place, a place of honor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5hXPdENAYI/AAAAAAAAAV8/icboISu7CV4/s1600-h/DSC_0199.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447199672316526978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5hXPdENAYI/AAAAAAAAAV8/icboISu7CV4/s400/DSC_0199.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We all had a great time exploring the grounds. The kids loved running all over the outside of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5hXOuu_x4I/AAAAAAAAAVs/ULQUqYkZqYI/s1600-h/DSC_0208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447199659879548802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5hXOuu_x4I/AAAAAAAAAVs/ULQUqYkZqYI/s400/DSC_0208.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each one of us had a grand time, seeing history with our own eyes.  It was amazing to walk where  greatness walked.  This was a great way to celebrate Matt's birthday and see our fabulous new state.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a link of some more pictures of FDR's home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wzus1.ask.com/r?t=p&amp;amp;d=us&amp;amp;s=a&amp;amp;c=a&amp;amp;l=dir&amp;amp;o=0&amp;amp;ld=5190&amp;amp;sv=0a5c423c&amp;amp;ip=4579a2ed&amp;amp;id=7EF082F20B49C566BF1A6DAF1D0FEB66&amp;amp;q=Sara+Roosevelt+rose+garden&amp;amp;p=1&amp;amp;qs=2417&amp;amp;ac=107&amp;amp;g=2f57DZngZ9oPbI&amp;amp;en=te&amp;amp;io=0&amp;amp;ep=&amp;amp;eo=&amp;amp;b=a002&amp;amp;bc=&amp;amp;br=&amp;amp;tp=d&amp;amp;ec=1&amp;amp;pt=Historic%20Home%3A%20President%20F.D.%20Roosevelt%2C%20Hyde%20Park%20%7C%20AtticMag&amp;amp;ex=tsrc%3Dtxtx&amp;amp;url=&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.atticmag.com%2F2009%2F09%2Fpres-fd-roosevelt%25E2%2580%2599s-historic-home%2F"&gt;http://wzus1.ask.com/r?t=p&amp;amp;d=us&amp;amp;s=a&amp;amp;c=a&amp;amp;l=dir&amp;amp;o=0&amp;amp;ld=5190&amp;amp;sv=0a5c423c&amp;amp;ip=4579a2ed&amp;amp;id=7EF082F20B49C566BF1A6DAF1D0FEB66&amp;amp;q=Sara+Roosevelt+rose+garden&amp;amp;p=1&amp;amp;qs=2417&amp;amp;ac=107&amp;amp;g=2f57DZngZ9oPbI&amp;amp;en=te&amp;amp;io=0&amp;amp;ep=&amp;amp;eo=&amp;amp;b=a002&amp;amp;bc=&amp;amp;br=&amp;amp;tp=d&amp;amp;ec=1&amp;amp;pt=Historic%20Home%3A%20President%20F.D.%20Roosevelt%2C%20Hyde%20Park%20%7C%20AtticMag&amp;amp;ex=tsrc%3Dtxtx&amp;amp;url=&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.atticmag.com%2F2009%2F09%2Fpres-fd-roosevelt%25E2%2580%2599s-historic-home%2F&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4538984909953355303-1900713118538548260?l=singletonsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1900713118538548260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2009/09/hyde-park.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/1900713118538548260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/1900713118538548260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2009/09/hyde-park.html' title='Hyde Park'/><author><name>Singletons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08507327082719283887</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/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5hXO64thXI/AAAAAAAAAV0/l5KpgwRRZwQ/s72-c/DSC_0205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538984909953355303.post-1935377631406911938</id><published>2009-09-17T22:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T23:16:54.315-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Washington Square</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The heat in NY is insane!  It is not just the heat that gets to you it is the humidity that hits you like a ton of wet soggy bricks.  After being here a couple of weeks and touring the city we learned the key...bring your bathing suit EVERYWHERE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SrLtJGQ1oDI/AAAAAAAAAS4/8u0b8xVH4OU/s1600-h/DSC_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382625245217005618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SrLtJGQ1oDI/AAAAAAAAAS4/8u0b8xVH4OU/s400/DSC_0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Most of the parks have water fountains that are there to give people a break from the heat.  Even the beautiful and famous Washington Square is no exception.  On one side of the park people are engaged in a game of chess.  While on another side a local band is playing anything from classical, to jazz.  Then there is the enormous fountain in which people of all ages run through the fire hose pressure fountains.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SrLtIq5GMkI/AAAAAAAAASw/abW9zFHHNSo/s1600-h/DSC_0005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382625237869670978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SrLtIq5GMkI/AAAAAAAAASw/abW9zFHHNSo/s400/DSC_0005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lance found the fountains that shoot out of the side very entertaining.  We found it very entertaining that he seems to get not only his brother wet but the people sitting on the side of the fountain enjoying the view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SrLtII5Fl0I/AAAAAAAAASo/2PO3pxQ8Exc/s1600-h/DSC_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382625228742825794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SrLtII5Fl0I/AAAAAAAAASo/2PO3pxQ8Exc/s400/DSC_0006.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jack had to get in on the little squirt action as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SrLs2QXK1EI/AAAAAAAAASg/NpUHDw3q714/s1600-h/DSC_0008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382624921510401090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SrLs2QXK1EI/AAAAAAAAASg/NpUHDw3q714/s400/DSC_0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Postcard worthy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SrLs135lamI/AAAAAAAAASY/jiZSxpf5DLc/s1600-h/DSC_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382624914943863394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SrLs135lamI/AAAAAAAAASY/jiZSxpf5DLc/s400/DSC_0012.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SrLs1RsPmbI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Vgo_kxUGWSM/s1600-h/DSC_0255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382624904687360434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SrLs1RsPmbI/AAAAAAAAASQ/Vgo_kxUGWSM/s400/DSC_0255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Claire was much more graceful in her romp through in the water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SrLs054KfoI/AAAAAAAAASI/y7MNQfj8kHk/s1600-h/DSC_0258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382624898294906498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SrLs054KfoI/AAAAAAAAASI/y7MNQfj8kHk/s400/DSC_0258.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then there was the friendly competition that is always present between Lance and Claire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With a few hours in the fountain the kids were set to &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;endure more of our NY heat.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a life we get to live!&lt;/div&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&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/4538984909953355303-1935377631406911938?l=singletonsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1935377631406911938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2009/09/washington-square.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/1935377631406911938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/1935377631406911938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2009/09/washington-square.html' title='Washington Square'/><author><name>Singletons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08507327082719283887</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/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SrLtJGQ1oDI/AAAAAAAAAS4/8u0b8xVH4OU/s72-c/DSC_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538984909953355303.post-1514279911208707201</id><published>2009-09-09T16:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T22:37:49.357-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kindergarten!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here it was, the day that we had been looking forward to, dreading, and counting down...Claire's first day of School.  With the shots out of the way I thought that she would be a bit more excited to start school.  We had filled out the papers, seen her classroom and talked about all the fun she was going to have.  We went school shopping and she got dressed in a brand new outfit (thanks manda) life was grand...well maybe not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SsEh7p6XR3I/AAAAAAAAAUw/2xwthX78Idk/s1600-h/DSC_0168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386623938058471282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SsEh7p6XR3I/AAAAAAAAAUw/2xwthX78Idk/s400/DSC_0168.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SsEh7U7U7YI/AAAAAAAAAUo/2Jecwrv6Lcc/s1600-h/DSC_0170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386623932425366914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SsEh7U7U7YI/AAAAAAAAAUo/2Jecwrv6Lcc/s400/DSC_0170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After a little more talking and a few more pictures she was all ready to go with her Tinker Bell lunch box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SsEhu0wWR-I/AAAAAAAAAUg/cnxhL7r2fjQ/s1600-h/DSC_0171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386623717630953442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SsEhu0wWR-I/AAAAAAAAAUg/cnxhL7r2fjQ/s400/DSC_0171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As we walked over the bridge and up the street I started to get the butterflies in my stomach and I wondered if I could really let my baby go to school from 8:20 am until 2:15 pm every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SsEhuewIl2I/AAAAAAAAAUY/s9M-hxcmpBk/s1600-h/DSC_0172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386623711724476258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SsEhuewIl2I/AAAAAAAAAUY/s9M-hxcmpBk/s400/DSC_0172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She gave me a quick smile in front of Kindergarten play yard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SsEhuEoMsHI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/obEDm6Xeqrs/s1600-h/DSC_0174.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386623704711868530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SsEhuEoMsHI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/obEDm6Xeqrs/s400/DSC_0174.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then I think that reality set in for Claire too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SsEhtrjniMI/AAAAAAAAAUI/h-Dgiu3fR8g/s1600-h/DSC_0175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386623697981769922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SsEhtrjniMI/AAAAAAAAAUI/h-Dgiu3fR8g/s400/DSC_0175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then when I picked her up she had a big happy face on, and not just the one on her shirt.  She told me about the kids in her class, all the stuff to do and who got in trouble. (go figure) She asked when she could go back to school.  She could not tell me any of the kids names but she could tell me what they were wearing.  Little girls are funny&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SsEhtP527xI/AAAAAAAAAUA/YxBpv29sQmA/s1600-h/DSC_0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386623690558861074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SsEhtP527xI/AAAAAAAAAUA/YxBpv29sQmA/s400/DSC_0177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She here she is...the big Kindergartner in K117 PS 24...The Bronx!  Who would have thunk?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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&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/4538984909953355303-1514279911208707201?l=singletonsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1514279911208707201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2009/09/kindergarten.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/1514279911208707201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/1514279911208707201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2009/09/kindergarten.html' title='Kindergarten!'/><author><name>Singletons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08507327082719283887</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/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SsEh7p6XR3I/AAAAAAAAAUw/2xwthX78Idk/s72-c/DSC_0168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538984909953355303.post-8097955382256043219</id><published>2009-09-08T16:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T20:37:03.402-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt; is what we came all the way to NY for...so that Daddy can go to a big kid school. He got his books weeks before and drooled over them and talked about how excited he was to study such great works. On his first day of school he was just like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kindergartner&lt;/span&gt;, wondering if he was going to fit in and if the other kids would like him. Once he gathered his books, it was a quick kiss and off to the shuttle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SsEchLXRWyI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ivjFw6VJx-Q/s1600-h/DSC_0149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386617985623481122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SsEchLXRWyI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ivjFw6VJx-Q/s400/DSC_0149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SsEcgx5DcLI/AAAAAAAAATw/lnkAPWQ59pU/s1600-h/DSC_0150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386617978785853618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SsEcgx5DcLI/AAAAAAAAATw/lnkAPWQ59pU/s400/DSC_0150.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SsEcgRmmAOI/AAAAAAAAATo/VLTFt9LDvOI/s1600-h/DSC_0151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386617970118492386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SsEcgRmmAOI/AAAAAAAAATo/VLTFt9LDvOI/s400/DSC_0151.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Classic "Bye Mom" wave!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SsEcOkADSII/AAAAAAAAATg/BjSGdzV4ORQ/s1600-h/DSC_0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386617665819461762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SsEcOkADSII/AAAAAAAAATg/BjSGdzV4ORQ/s400/DSC_0152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;With Daddy off the kids and I were off to the Bronx Zoo for Claire's last day of freedom before she started school the next day. The kids loved exploring the Gopher Holes. They loved popping their heads up and having the little furry things right next to them. It was a crack up to see their expressions as they came out of the dark cave and into the light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SsEcOJNpKeI/AAAAAAAAATY/5zullcq4Bpc/s1600-h/DSC_0157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386617658628712930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SsEcOJNpKeI/AAAAAAAAATY/5zullcq4Bpc/s400/DSC_0157.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Lance had a great time being a monkey and scaling this tree. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Claire loved balancing on the logs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SsEcNyFCkMI/AAAAAAAAATQ/qQZoiyp-Dmg/s1600-h/DSC_0160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386617652418613442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SsEcNyFCkMI/AAAAAAAAATQ/qQZoiyp-Dmg/s400/DSC_0160.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;This the the famous, and very rare 2 headed turtle!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000ee;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br style="TEXT-DECORATION: underline"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5hIS_gG8KI/AAAAAAAAAU8/ZBxKsZ_Duy8/s1600-h/DSC_0163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447183240425566370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5hIS_gG8KI/AAAAAAAAAU8/ZBxKsZ_Duy8/s400/DSC_0163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Jack, of course had love at first sight with this huge turtle. When I asked him if he wanted his picture taken with he he got so excited and then very kindly said, "Yes."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SsEcM3df7qI/AAAAAAAAATA/gkPV15sGds8/s1600-h/DSC_0165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386617636683509410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SsEcM3df7qI/AAAAAAAAATA/gkPV15sGds8/s400/DSC_0165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Of all of the things at the Zoo this is what Claire wanted me to take a picture of....Daddy's least favorite bug. Huge Hissing Cockroaches! Notice that she would not stand &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;against&lt;/span&gt; the glass to get her picture taken with them. She was so excited to show Matt the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&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;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4538984909953355303-8097955382256043219?l=singletonsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/8097955382256043219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2009/09/1st-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/8097955382256043219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/8097955382256043219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2009/09/1st-day.html' title='1st Day'/><author><name>Singletons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08507327082719283887</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/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SsEchLXRWyI/AAAAAAAAAT4/ivjFw6VJx-Q/s72-c/DSC_0149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538984909953355303.post-7212230573538259668</id><published>2009-09-04T20:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T21:33:11.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Central Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Central&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Park?&lt;/span&gt; I can remember hearing scary stories about the Central Park, so we went on a  family picnic to see for ourselves. We took the train and popped out in the North, East side of the park. We found a great little playground with fun, quirky toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5hKEPLrJyI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ac55mJ1p-Lc/s1600-h/DSC_0141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447185185960044322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5hKEPLrJyI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ac55mJ1p-Lc/s400/DSC_0141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Claire had a great time on the "Dizzy Stick". &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If it wasn't for the 2 year old staring her down, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she would have spent all day on it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5hKEgeo7zI/AAAAAAAAAVM/oFwxWCymkHg/s1600-h/DSC_0143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447185190602993458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5hKEgeo7zI/AAAAAAAAAVM/oFwxWCymkHg/s400/DSC_0143.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lance, and the rest of us kids, fell in love with this toy. As you walk around the ring it goes faster and faster...eventually kicking you off! Plays mind games with big kids as well as little kids. Of course it turned into a family competition, which turned into us laughing as each person lost their balance and fell . Sick and twisted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5hKFrpjy2I/AAAAAAAAAVk/dckOL_ERCFY/s1600-h/DSC_0145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447185210781453154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5hKFrpjy2I/AAAAAAAAAVk/dckOL_ERCFY/s400/DSC_0145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As we walked through the park we found the greatest rock for the kids to explore&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5hKFEcWO9I/AAAAAAAAAVc/ZoiZRH-08u0/s1600-h/DSC_0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447185200257055698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5hKFEcWO9I/AAAAAAAAAVc/ZoiZRH-08u0/s400/DSC_0147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Climbing was half the fun, sliding back down was the other half!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5hKE5cmfAI/AAAAAAAAAVU/4sTufrySiWg/s1600-h/DSC_0148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447185197305330690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5hKE5cmfAI/AAAAAAAAAVU/4sTufrySiWg/s400/DSC_0148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Claire was excited to be the Queen of the hill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great day. The weather was perfect and the kids did great. We made great memories, and enjoyed being temporary New Yorkers.&lt;br /&gt;We did see one junkies, but don't tell Grandma :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4538984909953355303-7212230573538259668?l=singletonsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7212230573538259668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2009/09/central-park.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/7212230573538259668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/7212230573538259668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2009/09/central-park.html' title='Central Park'/><author><name>Singletons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08507327082719283887</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/_rdWqTzcdIAk/S5hKEPLrJyI/AAAAAAAAAVE/ac55mJ1p-Lc/s72-c/DSC_0141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538984909953355303.post-1883459013217685330</id><published>2009-08-21T20:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T21:42:26.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Year Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Before&lt;/span&gt; we moved to NY Lance was looking forward to his birthday. We told him that he was going to have his party at the Empire State Building. What 4 year old would not be thrilled. Almost everyday (and sometimes twice a day) he asked if it was his Birthday. When the day finally arrived he could hardly stand the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SrLYsVTo80I/AAAAAAAAARg/44cHTQ-YhWA/s1600-h/DSC_0053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382602760806527810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SrLYsVTo80I/AAAAAAAAARg/44cHTQ-YhWA/s400/DSC_0053.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As we walked through the building (and the line), to go up the 86 stories Lance jumped around with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;excitement&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SrLYrwKmOSI/AAAAAAAAARY/bfVTIOtyc28/s1600-h/DSC_0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382602750836488482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SrLYrwKmOSI/AAAAAAAAARY/bfVTIOtyc28/s400/DSC_0054.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SrLYrt_YgQI/AAAAAAAAARQ/cybLdllOCjc/s1600-h/DSC_0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382602750252581122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SrLYrt_YgQI/AAAAAAAAARQ/cybLdllOCjc/s400/DSC_0058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was a hot and humid day in the city but Lance did not seem to mind. He loved walking around the observation deck and seeing how small all of the cars and buildings looked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SrLYrBVJzrI/AAAAAAAAARI/GhH3BG2Tf_U/s1600-h/DSC_0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382602738264297138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SrLYrBVJzrI/AAAAAAAAARI/GhH3BG2Tf_U/s400/DSC_0061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SrLYqpQ9UcI/AAAAAAAAARA/GomzP0wBDLE/s1600-h/DSC_0063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382602731804250562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SrLYqpQ9UcI/AAAAAAAAARA/GomzP0wBDLE/s400/DSC_0063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lance and Claire took turns pointing out each of their favorite places, and correcting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;each other&lt;/span&gt; when they called a building by the wrong name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SrLYUuC0b_I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/3Zr3ishoefE/s1600-h/DSC_0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382602355130003442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SrLYUuC0b_I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/3Zr3ishoefE/s400/DSC_0064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SrLYUChXwLI/AAAAAAAAAQw/UQd0Ti9i69I/s1600-h/DSC_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382602343446986930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SrLYUChXwLI/AAAAAAAAAQw/UQd0Ti9i69I/s400/DSC_0066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; During this fabulous view Jack was enjoying his favorite pass time in the city...sacked out in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Maclaren&lt;/span&gt;! Nana and sleeping Jack enjoyed the view from the air conditioned indoors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SrLYTx0UvoI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Cx50tl7qgQE/s1600-h/DSC_0069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382602338963078786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SrLYTx0UvoI/AAAAAAAAAQo/Cx50tl7qgQE/s400/DSC_0069.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When he did wake up I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;snapped&lt;/span&gt; a quick shot so that he would know years later that we did not forget about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SrLYTedKuyI/AAAAAAAAAQg/GNdYJYlBh_0/s1600-h/DSC_0078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382602333765679906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SrLYTedKuyI/AAAAAAAAAQg/GNdYJYlBh_0/s400/DSC_0078.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ah, the face of a 4 year old that only a mother could love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SrLYS1vi1OI/AAAAAAAAAQY/0AcU6irgUG4/s1600-h/DSC_0081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382602322836903138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SrLYS1vi1OI/AAAAAAAAAQY/0AcU6irgUG4/s400/DSC_0081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our next stop was Toys R Us. But we thought that no birthday in NY would be complete without a trip to the official Yankee store. Along with the trip Lance got his very 1st Yankee cap...GO RED &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SOX&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SrLX2og4HlI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/zMTox6TxVlQ/s1600-h/DSC_0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382601838249385554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SrLX2og4HlI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/zMTox6TxVlQ/s400/DSC_0088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At Toys R Us we rode on the 3 story Farris Wheel. The boys rode in the Buzz and Woody car while the girls rode in the Potato Head car. The building was almost warmer than outside but the ride hit the spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SrLX2AwpWfI/AAAAAAAAAQI/UCTWr0h1X6g/s1600-h/DSC_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382601827578108402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SrLX2AwpWfI/AAAAAAAAAQI/UCTWr0h1X6g/s400/DSC_0091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jack had a love hate relationship the the HUGE &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;animated&lt;/span&gt; T-Rex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SrLX1afXz2I/AAAAAAAAAQA/BGEMbKToVvM/s1600-h/DSC_0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382601817305108322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SrLX1afXz2I/AAAAAAAAAQA/BGEMbKToVvM/s400/DSC_0093.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On our route from Toys R Us to the Subway and then to the Shuttle we got caught in a down pour.  The step to the Subway were a rushing waterfall.  Since it was hot as all get out, the kids did not mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SrLX0_-R66I/AAAAAAAAAP4/oozcru8PMAU/s1600-h/DSC_0101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382601810186988450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SrLX0_-R66I/AAAAAAAAAP4/oozcru8PMAU/s400/DSC_0101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lance lived it up with jumping in the puddles.  We were all soaked to the bone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SrLX0WcNnGI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NdZPVFNj7Dc/s1600-h/DSC_0103.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382601799038245986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SrLX0WcNnGI/AAAAAAAAAPw/NdZPVFNj7Dc/s400/DSC_0103.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After Jack's nap he was ready to get as wet as the rest of us!&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4538984909953355303-1883459013217685330?l=singletonsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1883459013217685330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2009/08/4-year-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/1883459013217685330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/1883459013217685330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2009/08/4-year-old.html' title='4 Year Old'/><author><name>Singletons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08507327082719283887</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/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SrLYsVTo80I/AAAAAAAAARg/44cHTQ-YhWA/s72-c/DSC_0053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538984909953355303.post-85614323701179374</id><published>2009-08-15T21:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T22:10:51.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>PB&amp; J anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Our&lt;/span&gt; Kitchen is BEAUTIFUL. Hard wood floors, granite counter tops, stainless steel appliances and sink, and beautiful cabinetry. The only think that they forget it that Jack is living here and not place will be the same. Right below the cabinet that we use as a pantry are our dish drawers. Two drawers that are washing machines that let you wash a smaller amount of dishes with using less water, each with it's own handles...or in Jacks eyes, ladder rungs! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SrLmYcbiiVI/AAAAAAAAAR4/ynUWlsr9jz0/s1600-h/DSC_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382617812284115282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SrLmYcbiiVI/AAAAAAAAAR4/ynUWlsr9jz0/s400/DSC_0022.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Every morning at the crack of dawn the sun streams into our floor to ceiling windows and fills the room with light and heat.  This is Jack's cue to get up and get into trouble.  His new trick eating the peanut butter straight out of the jar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SrLmX3hqJpI/AAAAAAAAARw/xFC_dfC8Qac/s1600-h/DSC_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382617802377668242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SrLmX3hqJpI/AAAAAAAAARw/xFC_dfC8Qac/s400/DSC_0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Like a monkey caught with his hand in the jar, Jacks whole hand is plunged into the community jar. (We have gone through many jars this week!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SrLmXtbJLmI/AAAAAAAAARo/BfE84Ft-cCE/s1600-h/DSC_0019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382617799665987170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SrLmXtbJLmI/AAAAAAAAARo/BfE84Ft-cCE/s400/DSC_0019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am not sure what he enjoys more, eating gobs of peanut butter or the bubble bath we give him afterward to get the peanut oil off of his body.  Needless to say, I am off to Target to find a cabinet lock.  That should keep him out, for at least a week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4538984909953355303-85614323701179374?l=singletonsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/85614323701179374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2009/08/pb-j-anyone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/85614323701179374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/85614323701179374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2009/08/pb-j-anyone.html' title='PB&amp; J anyone?'/><author><name>Singletons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08507327082719283887</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/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SrLmYcbiiVI/AAAAAAAAAR4/ynUWlsr9jz0/s72-c/DSC_0022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538984909953355303.post-5033040201071463876</id><published>2009-08-14T02:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T23:08:25.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sightseeing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;We &lt;/span&gt;decided that we needed to see as much as we could before Matt and Claire started school. So on one of our adventures we went to Battery Park to see the Statue of Liberty. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SqRz7qPBTDI/AAAAAAAAAPo/goyQZyiKoVM/s1600-h/DSC_0226.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378551323773979698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SqRz7qPBTDI/AAAAAAAAAPo/goyQZyiKoVM/s400/DSC_0226.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was amazing to see the Statue of Liberty with my own eyes. Claire commented on how beautiful she is, "That green Lady".  It was fun to talk about freedom with the kids and let them in on how lucky they are to live in America.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SqRz7ZZ81lI/AAAAAAAAAPg/cIA7PYPVnZA/s1600-h/DSC_0227.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378551319256421970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SqRz7ZZ81lI/AAAAAAAAAPg/cIA7PYPVnZA/s400/DSC_0227.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took a breather and ate lunch in the park.  It was a warm day, but the kids enjoyed playing with these chimes that were built into the ground.  Poor Jack had to jump really hard to make it work, but he did not mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SqRz61Ba0MI/AAAAAAAAAPY/mPyp9Aa9qgc/s1600-h/DSC_0231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378551309489852610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SqRz61Ba0MI/AAAAAAAAAPY/mPyp9Aa9qgc/s400/DSC_0231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We all got into the fun.  The amazing thing was that no matter the combination that you stepped on, the chimes made beauiful music.  Sitting on a bench in the shade, enjoying the music and having the Statue of Liberty in the background, unbelievable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SqRz6VBatII/AAAAAAAAAPQ/X2RQnZlhYio/s1600-h/DSC_0241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378551300899910786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SqRz6VBatII/AAAAAAAAAPQ/X2RQnZlhYio/s400/DSC_0241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took a stroll to the finicial disrtict and caught sight of the NY Stock Exchange.  The building was under top security, but what caught my eye was our flag that was proudly displayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SqRz6GPEwGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Z1M8fXB6fpM/s1600-h/DSC_0246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378551296930660450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SqRz6GPEwGI/AAAAAAAAAPI/Z1M8fXB6fpM/s400/DSC_0246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We took a tour of Riverside Church, where Columbia was first established.  The woood work and craftmanship of the church was amazing.  When we went in they were holding Mass and the sound of the organ fill the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SqRzUztOohI/AAAAAAAAAPA/SoGCMSA0j60/s1600-h/DSC_0248.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378550656301703698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SqRzUztOohI/AAAAAAAAAPA/SoGCMSA0j60/s400/DSC_0248.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The cenetery surrounding the church and many historical markers.  One of them being Alexander Hamilton.  What to treat to be so close to history.  On 9/11 a huge tree was ripped from it roots in the cemetary and fell to the ground.  The tree fell in such a way that none of the historic grave stones were harmed.  That was such a testimony to me of the Lord's had in the simple things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SqRzUbp66xI/AAAAAAAAAO4/z2OYJ97S2GQ/s1600-h/DSC_0249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378550649845377810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SqRzUbp66xI/AAAAAAAAAO4/z2OYJ97S2GQ/s400/DSC_0249.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After seeing more sights Matt (with the help of his handy dandy book) found us a fun, kid friendly restraunt.  Kitchette.  Great home cooked comfort food that hit the spot after so much exploring.  To top it off everyone was able to pick a treat.  Claire chose a dog shaped cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SqRzT016ciI/AAAAAAAAAOw/VEGHMZ7A42Y/s1600-h/DSC_0250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378550639426695714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SqRzT016ciI/AAAAAAAAAOw/VEGHMZ7A42Y/s400/DSC_0250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Goofy Lance, a bananna cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SqRzTtoPIkI/AAAAAAAAAOo/1WI18TZ7M0E/s1600-h/DSC_0252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378550637490283074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SqRzTtoPIkI/AAAAAAAAAOo/1WI18TZ7M0E/s400/DSC_0252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And Jack a red velvet cupcake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SqRzTEIonKI/AAAAAAAAAOg/G7Ucz4xmSr8/s1600-h/DSC_0253.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378550626351881378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SqRzTEIonKI/AAAAAAAAAOg/G7Ucz4xmSr8/s400/DSC_0253.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt and I shared some chocolate goodness thing.  Goffy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4538984909953355303-5033040201071463876?l=singletonsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/5033040201071463876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2009/08/sightseeing.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/5033040201071463876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/5033040201071463876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2009/08/sightseeing.html' title='Sightseeing'/><author><name>Singletons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08507327082719283887</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/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SqRz7qPBTDI/AAAAAAAAAPo/goyQZyiKoVM/s72-c/DSC_0226.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538984909953355303.post-1646541492948770211</id><published>2009-08-06T22:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:38:41.529-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Natural History</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;One&lt;/span&gt; of the first places that we HAD to see was the Natural History Museum. We all thought that it would look like the movie (Night at the Museum). &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Despite&lt;/span&gt; that is was nothing like it, it was amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SqRvMXnhtdI/AAAAAAAAAOY/7lphrmlK1qU/s1600-h/DSC_0192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378546113276130770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SqRvMXnhtdI/AAAAAAAAAOY/7lphrmlK1qU/s400/DSC_0192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have never seen more Dinosaur &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;skeletons&lt;/span&gt; in my life. The boys loved looking at all the different Dinosaurs and getting as close to them as they could. Lance was trying to help Jack get a better look.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SqRvL7AGHiI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/mipNu7y_EbU/s1600-h/DSC_0195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378546105594551842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SqRvL7AGHiI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/mipNu7y_EbU/s400/DSC_0195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They did have many hands-on displays. We were all able to feel a real &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Dino&lt;/span&gt; egg and a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Dino&lt;/span&gt; skull. There was also a fun ramp that Jack loved to run up and down, yes he is 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SqRvLT6FbkI/AAAAAAAAAOI/qWoLSq11bus/s1600-h/DSC_0198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378546095100358210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SqRvLT6FbkI/AAAAAAAAAOI/qWoLSq11bus/s400/DSC_0198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With all of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;skeletons&lt;/span&gt; around us there was also a rotunda that was peaceful that overlooked Central Park and the skyline. Claire and I had fun people watching those that were on the street below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SqRvK4v29hI/AAAAAAAAAOA/iT9EYtDtqXQ/s1600-h/DSC_0204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378546087809709586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SqRvK4v29hI/AAAAAAAAAOA/iT9EYtDtqXQ/s400/DSC_0204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Of course&lt;/span&gt; we had to find &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Rexy&lt;/span&gt;, he may not be in the entrance of the museum but he was a big hit as the kids called to him from across the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day we grabbed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;hot dogs&lt;/span&gt; from a cart and played in a sprinkler in Central Park. I can still not believe that we live here...amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/4538984909953355303-1646541492948770211?l=singletonsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/1646541492948770211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2009/09/natural-history.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/1646541492948770211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/1646541492948770211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2009/09/natural-history.html' title='Natural History'/><author><name>Singletons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08507327082719283887</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/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SqRvMXnhtdI/AAAAAAAAAOY/7lphrmlK1qU/s72-c/DSC_0192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538984909953355303.post-4658698282856427095</id><published>2009-08-03T21:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T22:23:32.168-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Really here?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Driving&lt;/span&gt; across the George Washington bridge was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;surreal&lt;/span&gt;. To the right of the bridge is the city skyline and it looked like a movie back drop that I had seen a million times. But this time we were calling it home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SqRsGLG5-UI/AAAAAAAAAN4/cCil14YCfeE/s1600-h/DSC_0189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378542708303984962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SqRsGLG5-UI/AAAAAAAAAN4/cCil14YCfeE/s400/DSC_0189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We first had to drive to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Columbia&lt;/span&gt; to sign our lease.  While Matt and Claire signed papers I took two very &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;wiggly&lt;/span&gt; boys to a park across the street.  The &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;humidity&lt;/span&gt; was high and so was my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;anxiety&lt;/span&gt; about really being here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SqRsFzdcaiI/AAAAAAAAANw/L_ouNL4ay4g/s1600-h/DSC_0190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378542701956065826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SqRsFzdcaiI/AAAAAAAAANw/L_ouNL4ay4g/s400/DSC_0190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When we walked in to our apartment it felt like this was just another hotel that we were going to be guests at.  We were lent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;furniture&lt;/span&gt; until ours came the following Sunday.  Some that that never changes is the call for cereal in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SqRsFc5FIVI/AAAAAAAAANo/JZzsSi3nQ7Q/s1600-h/DSC_0219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378542695897964882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SqRsFc5FIVI/AAAAAAAAANo/JZzsSi3nQ7Q/s400/DSC_0219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The heat and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;humidity&lt;/span&gt; was getting to all of us.  Thanks to our friend we were introduced to our neighborhood park, complete with sprinklers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SqRsFHZrqEI/AAAAAAAAANg/BOHyWKuXty0/s1600-h/DSC_0220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378542690129127490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SqRsFHZrqEI/AAAAAAAAANg/BOHyWKuXty0/s400/DSC_0220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that Lance and Claire were just so excited to get out and run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SqRsEoRswvI/AAAAAAAAANY/3ELuUGulnxc/s1600-h/DSC_0222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378542681774146290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SqRsEoRswvI/AAAAAAAAANY/3ELuUGulnxc/s400/DSC_0222.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Once Jack woke up, he joined in on the fun.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4538984909953355303-4658698282856427095?l=singletonsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4658698282856427095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2009/08/really-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/4658698282856427095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/4658698282856427095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2009/08/really-here.html' title='Really here?!'/><author><name>Singletons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08507327082719283887</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/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SqRsGLG5-UI/AAAAAAAAAN4/cCil14YCfeE/s72-c/DSC_0189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538984909953355303.post-4647346167277042398</id><published>2009-08-01T21:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T22:28:26.344-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kirtland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;After&lt;/span&gt; another whole day of driving we took a pit stop in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Kirtland&lt;/span&gt;, Ohio.  The Sister Missionaries there were wonderful and gave us a tour that matched the attention span of 3 little kids that have been in a car for almost a week.  We started in the Newel K. Whitney store.  In the entrance of this store is where Joseph Smith approached Newel and told him that he knew that he had prayed for him to be there, so what did he want Joseph to do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SpiKbupxB1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/PM_uzRRMHp8/s1600-h/DSC_0201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375198364250998610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SpiKbupxB1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/PM_uzRRMHp8/s400/DSC_0201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On the second floor of the store was where the School of the Prophets was held.  It is also where many of the revelations given in the Doctrine and Covenants were received.  Above is the original table that was in the room where Joseph would record revelations.  The Sisters shared the story of the Brethren being told about the Word of Wisdom.  After Joseph share with them about the need to end tobacco use, they each threw their pipe into the fireplace.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SpiKPdzOmZI/AAAAAAAAANI/0fZjwxmR_-E/s1600-h/DSC_0213.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375198153568852370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SpiKPdzOmZI/AAAAAAAAANI/0fZjwxmR_-E/s400/DSC_0213.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We also went to the sawmill where the logs were cut to build the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Kirtland&lt;/span&gt; Temple.  The boys were captured by the wheel under the mill that ran the saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SpiKOx9Y8gI/AAAAAAAAANA/qq12UeQjl3o/s1600-h/DSC_0215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375198141800313346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SpiKOx9Y8gI/AAAAAAAAANA/qq12UeQjl3o/s400/DSC_0215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next to the mill was a beautiful patch of flowers that Claire was so excited to explore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SpiKOurPzxI/AAAAAAAAAM4/cpWCnfJuF4w/s1600-h/DSC_0218.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375198140918910738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SpiKOurPzxI/AAAAAAAAAM4/cpWCnfJuF4w/s400/DSC_0218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our little family walking through history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SpiKOIH12pI/AAAAAAAAAMw/fU8FpCiKnLg/s1600-h/DSC_0231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375198130569861778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SpiKOIH12pI/AAAAAAAAAMw/fU8FpCiKnLg/s400/DSC_0231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were able to take a tour of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kirtland&lt;/span&gt; Temple.  Without missionaries, the tour was very factual and not quite as Spiritual as others.  However within the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Kirtland&lt;/span&gt; Temple I felt more personal pondering and testimony building.  I recreated in my mind the Spiritual experiences that were witnessed there, the truths that were restored and the blessings that were received.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SpiKNrhP99I/AAAAAAAAAMo/QrHKWVbSKvY/s1600-h/DSC_0233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375198122891802578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SpiKNrhP99I/AAAAAAAAAMo/QrHKWVbSKvY/s400/DSC_0233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Foundations were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;laied&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Kirtland&lt;/span&gt; that helped the Saints to push forward during hard times.  Truths were reveled that helped to build the kingdom and keys were given to further progression.  All of this, in a humble city in Ohio.&lt;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4538984909953355303-4647346167277042398?l=singletonsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4647346167277042398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2009/08/kirtland.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/4647346167277042398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/4647346167277042398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2009/08/kirtland.html' title='Kirtland'/><author><name>Singletons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08507327082719283887</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/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SpiKbupxB1I/AAAAAAAAANQ/PM_uzRRMHp8/s72-c/DSC_0201.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538984909953355303.post-4269722295541659338</id><published>2009-07-30T22:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T21:39:19.244-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nauvoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;As&lt;/span&gt; we drove from our hotel to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Nauvoo&lt;/span&gt; we followed the Mississippi River . The river was beautiful with the over hanging trees and the Lilly pads that were scattered along the edge of the water.  Excitement grew as we neared the city. With each turn we would get small glimpses of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Nauvoo&lt;/span&gt; Temple. As we turned the final corner I remember feeling of coming home to a place that I had never been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SoYrAWNuBxI/AAAAAAAAAMg/m5gr5FgM_lc/s1600-h/Shack+Joseph%27s+Home.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370026890649011986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SoYrAWNuBxI/AAAAAAAAAMg/m5gr5FgM_lc/s400/Shack+Joseph%27s+Home.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jack found each door an exciting adventure.  He tried to explore the outhouse behind Joseph and Emma Smith's home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SoYq_m-nWxI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Hh53e4NBwEc/s1600-h/DSC_0966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370026877969193746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SoYq_m-nWxI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Hh53e4NBwEc/s400/DSC_0966.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Claire loved  exploring the outdoors.  Looking at the view from the backyard of Joseph and Emma is breathtaking!  The purple flowers, the reeds and the river was a sight that made me give thanks for Heavenly Father's creations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SoYq_cZWBLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/COk7eOwOUPI/s1600-h/DSC_0972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370026875128513714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SoYq_cZWBLI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/COk7eOwOUPI/s400/DSC_0972.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The heat and the humidity made ice cold root beer a wonderful treat.  Jack loved that he got his own bottle as we drank root beer from Joseph Smith's Redbrick Store.  On the second story of the store Joseph has a small office.  In a large room on the second floor the Relief Society was first organized.  By small things great things will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SoYn4HB4LdI/AAAAAAAAAMI/MGIRCosauc0/s1600-h/DSC_0982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370023450598976978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SoYn4HB4LdI/AAAAAAAAAMI/MGIRCosauc0/s400/DSC_0982.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful open spaces were perfect for a family game of tag.  It was also amazing to think that we may have played with our kids in the same place that Joseph and other great leaders may have spent quality time with their families.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SoYn3od4bnI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Ra3y0ZxjaCA/s1600-h/DSC_0991.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370023442394934898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SoYn3od4bnI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Ra3y0ZxjaCA/s400/DSC_0991.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Further into town we toured a school house, the brick yard, a bakery and the home of Brigham Young.  The spirit within each of these places was a powerful reminder of the faith and diligence that the people of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nauvoo&lt;/span&gt; had.  Diligence to build a beautiful city and faith to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SoYn3N6YERI/AAAAAAAAAL4/6qiV4rCNO6Q/s1600-h/DSC_1002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370023435266691346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SoYn3N6YERI/AAAAAAAAAL4/6qiV4rCNO6Q/s400/DSC_1002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lance had the chance to make his own rope.  It was so wonderful to see his work so hard to crank the wheel to twist the twine to make his rope strong.  The look of pride in his eyes as he was handed his  own rope to take home was priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SoYn2vakruI/AAAAAAAAALw/Q0I_sEnqdms/s1600-h/DSC_0994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370023427080236770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SoYn2vakruI/AAAAAAAAALw/Q0I_sEnqdms/s400/DSC_0994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We all had the chance to play games from a simpler time.  Even Matt took his turn with the wheel and stick.  We also had a bit of a race with stilts... it did not go how I wanted it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SoYmLoTxVSI/AAAAAAAAAK4/z1MVYK2Mptc/s1600-h/DSC_0992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370021586926654754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SoYmLoTxVSI/AAAAAAAAAK4/z1MVYK2Mptc/s400/DSC_0992.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Claire tried her hand at Bear racing.  Once again I tried to win a pioneer game, it is safe to say that Claire did not get her Bear racing skills from me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SoYmLLAiNAI/AAAAAAAAAKw/mRXSI3P8BEE/s1600-h/DSC_0998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370021579061343234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SoYmLLAiNAI/AAAAAAAAAKw/mRXSI3P8BEE/s400/DSC_0998.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lance enjoyed dressing up and cleaning up the pint size cabin.  Claire took care of the babies and Jack cooked a wonderful meal.  It was fun to see them play the part.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SoYmJYdDcaI/AAAAAAAAAKo/9O8qmZgMB-A/s1600-h/DSC_1020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370021548310884770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SoYmJYdDcaI/AAAAAAAAAKo/9O8qmZgMB-A/s400/DSC_1020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Later that afternoon we went up the hill to the Temple.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SoYmJC5hrsI/AAAAAAAAAKg/52Qs7Tpkt70/s1600-h/DSC_0145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370021542524726978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SoYmJC5hrsI/AAAAAAAAAKg/52Qs7Tpkt70/s400/DSC_0145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was awe inspiring to see this Temple sitting on the exact place where the Saints worked so hard to build one.  Where I was standing was a beautiful statue of Joseph and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Hyrum&lt;/span&gt;.  The statue marks the place where the brothers stood and took one last look at the city and people that they loved, before they rode to Carthage Jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SoYlkfSdpKI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Yw6icImPugU/s1600-h/DSC_0153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370020914490352802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SoYlkfSdpKI/AAAAAAAAAKY/Yw6icImPugU/s400/DSC_0153.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our next stop was Carthage Jail, the place that Joseph was martyred.  I expected to feel such a sadness there.  Yet is was more of a feeling of inspiration.  What the Prophet went through and the dedication of his brother to go with him even to death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SoYlj_0GyBI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ir3_ZG4kx14/s1600-h/DSC_0162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370020906041526290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SoYlj_0GyBI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ir3_ZG4kx14/s400/DSC_0162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The second story window is where Joseph fell from after being shot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SoYljvWojCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/neFGvhyAJBA/s1600-h/DSC_0190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370020901622942754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SoYljvWojCI/AAAAAAAAAKI/neFGvhyAJBA/s400/DSC_0190.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To finish off an amazing day we attended the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Nauvoo&lt;/span&gt; Pageant.  Before the Pageant the kids were able to see a puppet show and make some crafts and  play games.  The performance was heart touching.  In the beginning Parley P. Pratt says "We are here because you are here."  When he said that I felt the truthfulness of it, there are those that have passed on that are grateful that we are falling in love with a city that they gave their all for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SoYljPKITWI/AAAAAAAAAKA/CKmHoZz0iS4/s1600-h/DSC_0194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370020892980563298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SoYljPKITWI/AAAAAAAAAKA/CKmHoZz0iS4/s400/DSC_0194.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the show we were able to meet "Joseph".  Lance ran up to him and jumped into his arms!  Joseph embraced him and told him how glad it was that he could come.  It was so touching to see how the spirit of this young Prophet was carried out in this young man.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Leaving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Nauvoo&lt;/span&gt; was bitter sweet.  Knowing that we were able to be in a place that Joseph Smith and other Saints, lived and built a Temple was testimony building.  Yet, I was able to feel the sadness that the Saints must have felt in seeing the Temple slowly fade away into the background.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4538984909953355303-4269722295541659338?l=singletonsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4269722295541659338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2009/07/nauvoo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/4269722295541659338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/4269722295541659338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2009/07/nauvoo.html' title='Nauvoo'/><author><name>Singletons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08507327082719283887</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/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SoYrAWNuBxI/AAAAAAAAAMg/m5gr5FgM_lc/s72-c/Shack+Joseph%27s+Home.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538984909953355303.post-4874627051248067724</id><published>2009-07-29T22:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T21:50:01.292-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Going, going, gone...</title><content type='html'>So after much thought, prayer...and packing we ended up picking Columbia. After that came choosing what to bring and what to get rid of. Then came the drive...and drive...and drive. All 5 of us in a car for 8 days. We broke it up and visited Church History sights, that was totally worth it and hopefully something that the kids will remember. Our first official stop was Winter Quarters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SoYY_bbeSTI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Z4OM5J8E5p8/s1600-h/DSC_0091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370007083659708722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SoYY_bbeSTI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Z4OM5J8E5p8/s400/DSC_0091.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The Temple is beautiful. It is so peaceful, more so than any other one that I have been to. This window was breath taking. The kids were glad to stretch their legs and see the huge bugs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SoYZAPdWk9I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/j2jf4qSzEvs/s1600-h/DSC_0104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370007097626235858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SoYZAPdWk9I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/j2jf4qSzEvs/s400/DSC_0104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a statue in the cemetery right in front of the temple. The statue is directly over the grave of an unknown child and depicts a Mother and Father digging a shallow grave to bury their baby daughter. The Spirit here was amazing, to think of the trials that were faced and the power of their testimonies. I tried to put myself in their place and it was emotionally draining.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SoYZAkATWBI/AAAAAAAAAJY/nVxwuZsosCY/s1600-h/DSC_0112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370007103141533714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SoYZAkATWBI/AAAAAAAAAJY/nVxwuZsosCY/s400/DSC_0112.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the visitor's center each of the kids were able to "pack" their own wagon. With little wooden shapes that represented things like tables, chairs and flour, the kids were able to learn what was most important to pack. Maybe we should have done that challenge before we moved to NY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SoYZAxGctUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ieuyWBDfIa8/s1600-h/DSC_0121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370007106656974146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SoYZAxGctUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ieuyWBDfIa8/s400/DSC_0121.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lance, Claire and Jack were all able to turn the wagon wheel and count the turns. We should have let them do that on the way to NY to pass the time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SoYZBp3GB7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/0byfUR9yKaw/s1600-h/DSC_0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370007121893394354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SoYZBp3GB7I/AAAAAAAAAJo/0byfUR9yKaw/s400/DSC_0128.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; With a weighed down hand cart the kids worked together to pull.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SoYZRhQWc0I/AAAAAAAAAJw/YsQSMWcRta4/s1600-h/DSC_0134.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370007394461315906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SoYZRhQWc0I/AAAAAAAAAJw/YsQSMWcRta4/s400/DSC_0134.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; While continuing on our drive the kids found amazing ways to entertain themselves. Lance was excited to watch a movie as long as he was able to wear the headphones. Jack discovered a great new trick of tracing Lance and Claire's hands. As long as it would keep him from teasing them they played along.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SoYZSK0EBNI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/4Ks08B6n0Ho/s1600-h/DSC_0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370007405616956626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SoYZSK0EBNI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/4Ks08B6n0Ho/s400/DSC_0088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;In the hotel there was plenty of time for jumping on the beds, splash baths and showing off your muscles!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4538984909953355303-4874627051248067724?l=singletonsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/4874627051248067724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2009/08/going-going-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/4874627051248067724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/4874627051248067724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2009/08/going-going-gone.html' title='Going, going, gone...'/><author><name>Singletons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08507327082719283887</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/_rdWqTzcdIAk/SoYY_bbeSTI/AAAAAAAAAJI/Z4OM5J8E5p8/s72-c/DSC_0091.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4538984909953355303.post-7226478550475220242</id><published>2009-03-30T20:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T20:50:26.994-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions, decisions</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt; all started when two people fell in love....joined the Navy had 3 babies, got out of the Navy and Daddy decided to go to school. We thought that we would feel settled when we found out where we were going. Then 3 acceptance letters came and we were all that much more confused. So off Daddy, Mommy and Jack went to New York City and a day in Philadelphia to find the right match for our little family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was cool, but Jack loved exploring Campus and the Lions at Columbia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/Sn47-lnoKNI/AAAAAAAAAJA/WNt9RSIqaic/s1600-h/DSC_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367793752308459730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/Sn47-lnoKNI/AAAAAAAAAJA/WNt9RSIqaic/s400/DSC_0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The majority of the train ride to Philly Jack looked out the window and yelled, "All Aboard!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/Sn47-RGmTFI/AAAAAAAAAI4/_cPrEbT1d9o/s1600-h/DSC_0015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367793746801216594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/Sn47-RGmTFI/AAAAAAAAAI4/_cPrEbT1d9o/s400/DSC_0015.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was warmer in Philadelphia but Ben Franklin did not impress Jack too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/Sn47dp4M4DI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Lszdkyu8RBQ/s1600-h/DSC_0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367793186516033586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/Sn47dp4M4DI/AAAAAAAAAIw/Lszdkyu8RBQ/s400/DSC_0023.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a walk through Central Park, Jack represented Columbia as we watched ice skaters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/Sn47dTvU35I/AAAAAAAAAIo/3A0V-1eKuiQ/s1600-h/DSC_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367793180573228946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/Sn47dTvU35I/AAAAAAAAAIo/3A0V-1eKuiQ/s400/DSC_0045.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view at the top of the Empire State Building was quite a site. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Having Jack that close to the edge was frighting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/Sn47dA481DI/AAAAAAAAAIg/LQmS0841YPw/s1600-h/DSC_0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367793175513322546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/Sn47dA481DI/AAAAAAAAAIg/LQmS0841YPw/s400/DSC_0061.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's time to make the Donuts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/Sn47crrrt6I/AAAAAAAAAIY/LMtYZ2HhfG0/s1600-h/DSC_0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367793169820530594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/Sn47crrrt6I/AAAAAAAAAIY/LMtYZ2HhfG0/s400/DSC_0107.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying home was bitter sweet. But with a big decision to make our heads were swimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/Sn47cQZYS0I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/P8RmArEkPHA/s1600-h/DSC_0111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367793162496002882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rdWqTzcdIAk/Sn47cQZYS0I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/P8RmArEkPHA/s400/DSC_0111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4538984909953355303-7226478550475220242?l=singletonsaga.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/feeds/7226478550475220242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2009/08/decisions-decisions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/7226478550475220242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4538984909953355303/posts/default/7226478550475220242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://singletonsaga.blogspot.com/2009/08/decisions-decisions.html' title='Decisions, decisions'/><author><name>Singletons</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08507327082719283887</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/_rdWqTzcdIAk/Sn47-lnoKNI/AAAAAAAAAJA/WNt9RSIqaic/s72-c/DSC_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
