tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117626842009-03-01T16:41:29.324-05:00The HertensteinsVictoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856noreply@blogger.comBlogger138125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-34401301908607015202009-02-17T14:50:00.009-05:002009-02-18T15:45:44.191-05:00Long time comin'Since my last blog . . .<br />* Christmas came and went. I'll attach some highlights.<br />* Floors are finally finished. Yea! And we have our kitchen back.<br /><br />William's first Christmas Tree Lot experience.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsaULfXpxI/AAAAAAAABPM/xAwN3TOJ720/s1600-h/DSCN0371.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsaULfXpxI/AAAAAAAABPM/xAwN3TOJ720/s320/DSCN0371.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303861920142960402" border="0" /></a>William trying to control Madelyn. Must come from the Hertenstein genes.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsaUokFoiI/AAAAAAAABPc/_G0GgIpN9ao/s1600-h/DSCN0379.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsaUokFoiI/AAAAAAAABPc/_G0GgIpN9ao/s320/DSCN0379.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303861927947379234" border="0" /></a>Brad with his kiddos shopping for a tree.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsaUXpNCYI/AAAAAAAABPU/HeHU2ufg3so/s1600-h/DSCN0375.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsaUXpNCYI/AAAAAAAABPU/HeHU2ufg3so/s320/DSCN0375.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303861923405433218" border="0" /></a><br />Found a tree and got it up.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsbVqyIHCI/AAAAAAAABPk/1VUo5_Beaxo/s1600-h/DSCN0388.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsbVqyIHCI/AAAAAAAABPk/1VUo5_Beaxo/s320/DSCN0388.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303863045234629666" border="0" /></a>Now it's time to decorate with lights.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsbVw04TbI/AAAAAAAABPs/mI1eID_eBvA/s1600-h/DSCN0393.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsbVw04TbI/AAAAAAAABPs/mI1eID_eBvA/s320/DSCN0393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303863046856789426" border="0" /></a>Brad thought that should apply to Maximus too.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsbWD3WuEI/AAAAAAAABP0/AATOqRQlDWk/s1600-h/DSCN0391.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsbWD3WuEI/AAAAAAAABP0/AATOqRQlDWk/s320/DSCN0391.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303863051967445058" border="0" /></a>William making decorations to hang on the tree.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsbWn38LII/AAAAAAAABQE/utHD9Py1S_4/s1600-h/DSCN0401.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsbWn38LII/AAAAAAAABQE/utHD9Py1S_4/s320/DSCN0401.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303863061633576066" border="0" /></a>William methodically placing his hand crafted ornaments.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsbWVHkzFI/AAAAAAAABP8/lT2N0x6qCkM/s1600-h/DSCN0400.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsbWVHkzFI/AAAAAAAABP8/lT2N0x6qCkM/s320/DSCN0400.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303863056598879314" border="0" /></a>William and Santa. Unfortunately, this Santa blew up the week after Christmas, so our idea of seeing how William 'measures up' to Santa each year won't work.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsdlf3sJnI/AAAAAAAABQk/ZQKYtkG7TU8/s1600-h/DSCN0421.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsdlf3sJnI/AAAAAAAABQk/ZQKYtkG7TU8/s320/DSCN0421.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303865516206335602" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Festival of Dancing Lights at Disney's Hollywood Studios.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsdkXy4GhI/AAAAAAAABQM/AcP2vMgZxBc/s1600-h/DSCN0418.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsdkXy4GhI/AAAAAAAABQM/AcP2vMgZxBc/s320/DSCN0418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303865496858794514" border="0" /></a>"Snow" falls during the Dancing Lights. It's really soap bubbles, but for our Florida boy - he thinks it's really cool.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsdlG4-xqI/AAAAAAAABQc/FuhfWQlLILA/s1600-h/DSCN0404.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsdlG4-xqI/AAAAAAAABQc/FuhfWQlLILA/s320/DSCN0404.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303865509500864162" border="0" /></a>Maddie dancing in the street while the lights "dance".<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsdk2ivEeI/AAAAAAAABQU/OZUvBHm-AZQ/s1600-h/DSCN0411.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsdk2ivEeI/AAAAAAAABQU/OZUvBHm-AZQ/s320/DSCN0411.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303865505112592866" border="0" /></a><br />Pajama party at Dan &amp; Steph's. MiMi and PopPop bought the kids matching/coordinating Christmas pajamas. We decided to do a movie night and let the kids have popcorn in their PJs. We were hoping for a perfect picture. Hmmm. Not so much.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZtVmuoQYLI/AAAAAAAABQs/mQJj4bqoksg/s1600-h/DSCN0465.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZtVmuoQYLI/AAAAAAAABQs/mQJj4bqoksg/s320/DSCN0465.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303927109999157426" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZtVnW7J3iI/AAAAAAAABQ8/LARKBicqz8Y/s1600-h/DSCN0467.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZtVnW7J3iI/AAAAAAAABQ8/LARKBicqz8Y/s320/DSCN0467.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303927120815840802" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZtVnEuL3SI/AAAAAAAABQ0/LjnCzCNXkro/s1600-h/DSCN0466.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZtVnEuL3SI/AAAAAAAABQ0/LjnCzCNXkro/s320/DSCN0466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303927115929607458" border="0" /></a><br />Christmas Eve service. The kids are invited on stage for the telling of the Christmas story. William was quite eager to answer Ms. Helen's question.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZtVoHVrHlI/AAAAAAAABRM/MNTMTIBWS0A/s1600-h/DSCN0531.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZtVoHVrHlI/AAAAAAAABRM/MNTMTIBWS0A/s320/DSCN0531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303927133811973714" border="0" /></a>Kids' Christmas outfits.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZtVn-rPafI/AAAAAAAABRE/S3eNGPkv3cc/s1600-h/DSCN0542.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZtVn-rPafI/AAAAAAAABRE/S3eNGPkv3cc/s320/DSCN0542.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303927131486513650" border="0" /></a><br />Christmas Morning. William overwhelmed by the gifts.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsW8eq-jDI/AAAAAAAABN0/g0z4X0WpS38/s1600-h/DSCN0543.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsW8eq-jDI/AAAAAAAABN0/g0z4X0WpS38/s320/DSCN0543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303858214440176690" border="0" /></a><br />Maddie new exactly what to do when she saw her baby accessories.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsW8sDHunI/AAAAAAAABN8/PFkFtMpfG94/s1600-h/DSCN0546.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsW8sDHunI/AAAAAAAABN8/PFkFtMpfG94/s320/DSCN0546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303858218031102578" border="0" /></a>Sunglasses.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsZYElsQ_I/AAAAAAAABOU/7e2UGHePLUM/s1600-h/DSCN0574.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsZYElsQ_I/AAAAAAAABOU/7e2UGHePLUM/s320/DSCN0574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303860887498277874" border="0" /></a><br />William loves his 'shooting' truck from Uncle Steve &amp; Aunt Debbie.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsW800NHkI/AAAAAAAABOE/RQn7i983h30/s1600-h/DSCN0558.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsW800NHkI/AAAAAAAABOE/RQn7i983h30/s320/DSCN0558.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303858220384460354" border="0" /></a>Maddie and her blocks.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsW9CoFEsI/AAAAAAAABOM/lGu47i_AqHA/s1600-h/DSCN0565.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsW9CoFEsI/AAAAAAAABOM/lGu47i_AqHA/s320/DSCN0565.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303858224091697858" border="0" /></a><br />Family gift exchange on Christmas night. Uncle Dan and Maddie are hanging.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsZYforM2I/AAAAAAAABOc/lkgF6_WEMMk/s1600-h/DSCN0575.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsZYforM2I/AAAAAAAABOc/lkgF6_WEMMk/s320/DSCN0575.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303860894758548322" border="0" /></a><br />Cute Sofia.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsZZe1nPyI/AAAAAAAABOs/WIN3xluFNcA/s1600-h/DSCN0581.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsZZe1nPyI/AAAAAAAABOs/WIN3xluFNcA/s320/DSCN0581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303860911724248866" border="0" /></a>MiMi and her boy.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsZYhOVrVI/AAAAAAAABOk/tK1CsykGLAY/s1600-h/DSCN0580.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsZYhOVrVI/AAAAAAAABOk/tK1CsykGLAY/s320/DSCN0580.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303860895184956754" border="0" /></a>Maddie.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsZZrDhWOI/AAAAAAAABO0/p9Q-bXuF_X8/s1600-h/DSCN0597.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsZZrDhWOI/AAAAAAAABO0/p9Q-bXuF_X8/s320/DSCN0597.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303860915003807970" border="0" /></a><br />Me with William, Sofia, and Madelyn.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsaTe4GETI/AAAAAAAABO8/tdZ_jyYokZ4/s1600-h/DSCN0601.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsaTe4GETI/AAAAAAAABO8/tdZ_jyYokZ4/s320/DSCN0601.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303861908167070002" border="0" /></a><br />Family photo.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsaT48_vtI/AAAAAAAABPE/7qHt_aKFNUQ/s1600-h/DSCN0603.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsaT48_vtI/AAAAAAAABPE/7qHt_aKFNUQ/s320/DSCN0603.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303861915166949074" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-3440130190860701520?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com'/></div>Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-72143534432186373202008-12-19T07:50:00.000-05:002008-12-20T10:34:49.569-05:00ProgressIt can be hard to see progress in the midst of it. It can be hard to see it when it moves so slowly.<br />When William was a baby, it felt like his progress moved slowly. I'm sure part of it was my longing to do more things with him. Being able to have him repeat words. Then saying full sentences. Then having his own thoughts and expressing them. He just couldn't get bigger quick enough. I will say, I'm perfectly content with where he is now. I've told him plenty of times, "Don't get any bigger!"<br />With Madelyn, I have not wanted her to progress. I've said, "You don't need to crawl. You're just fine sitting right there." When my grandmother was trying to get her to walk, I said, "She doesn't need to walk. She's just fine crawling."<br />With kids, progress happens. You can't stop it. And I'm relatively convinced, you can't really speed it up. They're going to go at the speed that God intended.<br />Now, home repairs. There is one that can stop. It can come to a freekin' halt. As I have discovered, Brad can do something to speed it up. Sometimes with sugar. Sometimes with vinegar.<br />Mid-November, our damaged hard wood floors along with the kitchen cabinets and granite and pantry items were removed. Fans and dehumidifiers were installed. And then, it felt as though all progress stopped.<br />I understand that we couldn't see the slab drying out. Which is what it was doing. But it took weeks.<br />Then . . . it happened. They were dry. And a very exciting step to the entire process occurred. They laid the floors down.<br />Then we waited.<br />20 days.<br />And the lacquer was added. Well, the first coat.<br />By the end of this weekend, all the coats will have been added.<br />And we'll wait.<br />Again.<br />For them to dry.<br /><br />Here are the guys adding the lacquer.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SUzr7AIEN7I/AAAAAAAABM4/FRXt42BfSCU/s1600-h/DSCN0485.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SUzr7AIEN7I/AAAAAAAABM4/FRXt42BfSCU/s320/DSCN0485.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281855861877389234" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SUzr5Eofm_I/AAAAAAAABMw/I3roNZnjOB8/s1600-h/DSCN0486.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SUzr5Eofm_I/AAAAAAAABMw/I3roNZnjOB8/s320/DSCN0486.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281855828727405554" border="0" /></a><br />Progress.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-7214353443218637320?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com'/></div>Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-8819768907412285282008-12-15T23:55:00.003-05:002008-12-20T07:27:41.602-05:00HookieWe played hookie last Sunday. Neither Brad nor I had to serve at church, so we totally loaded the kids up first thing in the morning and went to Disney.<br />It was such a great day. We rode the new Toy Story Mania. The line to get on the ride winds thru oversized toys and games. 5 foot tall crayons, Candy Land covering the walls and floors, 9 foot Lincoln Log cabin, and interactive talking Mister Potato Head. The linking monkeys hang from the ceiling and the Shoots and Ladders game board is on the ceiling. It was visually interesting to Madelyn. Good thing. We waited 40 minutes.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SUwLDu5LprI/AAAAAAAABMo/HtffPlxlc50/s1600-h/DSCN0440.JPG"><br /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SUwIMYZOY1I/AAAAAAAABLg/Q65PpKTLqUE/s1600-h/DSCN0433.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SUwIMYZOY1I/AAAAAAAABLg/Q65PpKTLqUE/s320/DSCN0433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281605471798453074" border="0" /></a>William in line at Toy Story Mania. Oversize dominos and playing cards.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SUwIMmCoYSI/AAAAAAAABLo/7EC8fLXZpAM/s1600-h/DSCN0435.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SUwIMmCoYSI/AAAAAAAABLo/7EC8fLXZpAM/s320/DSCN0435.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281605475461783842" border="0" /></a>Maddie and daddy.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SUwI6SYHd_I/AAAAAAAABMA/Unu7Zke7HMc/s1600-h/DSCN0436.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SUwI6SYHd_I/AAAAAAAABMA/Unu7Zke7HMc/s320/DSCN0436.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281606260457175026" border="0" /></a>The ride is 3D which is the explanation for the glasses. The tongue sticking out? Don't know.<br /><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SUwI6PHOmFI/AAAAAAAABL4/peZ2GLkBem8/s1600-h/DSCN0437.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SUwI6PHOmFI/AAAAAAAABL4/peZ2GLkBem8/s320/DSCN0437.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281606259581032530" border="0" /></a>Madelyn enjoyed the 3D fun. She took a different spin on the glasses.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SUwI5meD2KI/AAAAAAAABLw/yVhUFNXaUFw/s1600-h/DSCN0438.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SUwI5meD2KI/AAAAAAAABLw/yVhUFNXaUFw/s320/DSCN0438.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281606248670943394" border="0" /></a>Maddie &amp; mommy.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SUwLDu5LprI/AAAAAAAABMo/HtffPlxlc50/s1600-h/DSCN0440.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SUwLDu5LprI/AAAAAAAABMo/HtffPlxlc50/s320/DSCN0440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281608621754132146" border="0" /></a>She understood what to do on the ride. Pull the string. Her aim was just a little off.<br /></div> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SUwLCxhtIxI/AAAAAAAABMg/Q1BRxdeTQKA/s1600-h/DSCN0448.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SUwLCxhtIxI/AAAAAAAABMg/Q1BRxdeTQKA/s320/DSCN0448.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281608605281100562" border="0" /></a>There is a playground where kids can let loose. It is designed as an oversized ant colony or bug something or other. Madelyn thoroughly enjoyed the 2 foot slide and crawling through the little spaces. She was playing peek-a-boo with Brad here.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SUwLCh-ydTI/AAAAAAAABMY/DmGrDRveeBI/s1600-h/DSCN0452.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SUwLCh-ydTI/AAAAAAAABMY/DmGrDRveeBI/s320/DSCN0452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281608601108116786" border="0" /></a>Pouty lips.<br /><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SUwLCWRBcPI/AAAAAAAABMQ/IoEoiL5-EQY/s1600-h/DSCN0459.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SUwLCWRBcPI/AAAAAAAABMQ/IoEoiL5-EQY/s320/DSCN0459.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281608597963370738" border="0" /></a>Madelyn eating her first <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Madeleine_%28cake%29">madeleine </a>(cookie in France).<br /><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SUwLB4isH7I/AAAAAAAABMI/ggnuQNwxRBM/s1600-h/DSCN0460.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SUwLB4isH7I/AAAAAAAABMI/ggnuQNwxRBM/s320/DSCN0460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281608589984407474" border="0" /></a>This is the best.<br />"Mommy I love you soooo much." Then he planted a big kiss on my cheek.<br />William is a very ACTIVE boy. However, so loving.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-881976890741228528?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com'/></div>Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-43811830375190997802008-12-14T23:08:00.007-05:002008-12-14T23:37:36.071-05:00. . . . . . . . . is PREGNANTBefore anyone freaks out - I asked a dear friend if I could blog about their incredibly exciting news. <br />She said yes. <br />So here it goes . . .<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Abby &amp; Patrick are expecting!!!!</span><br /><br />WooHooo!<br /><br />I can't tell you how exciting this is.<br />In fact, I am more excited for them than I was when I found out Brad &amp; I were expecting. Not that I wasn't excited to have a life growing inside me - but nausea and food aversions did put a damper on my ever expanding belly.<br /><br />Seeing the sonogram of 'Baby S' waving brings tears to my eyes. Life is so precious and I am so excited that our dear friends are finally experiencing this new life for themselves. They are going to be great parents.<br /><br />My heart races as I think about what lies ahead for mommy-to-be and daddy-to-be. Feeling 'Baby S' kicking. Finding out whether the baby will be wearing a jersey next football season or a cheerleading outfit. (Steph is predicting a girl :)<br />Decorating the nursery. Ohhh - all the shopping to get ready for baby. That precious first time they hold their child in their arms. <span style="font-style: italic;">Tears.</span> Introducing their new addition to their incredibly excited friends and family that will be pounding on the hospital door to be let in to hold their tiny gift. <span style="font-style: italic;">Heart racing.</span> The day they dedicate 'Baby S' to the Lord who has blessed them so. <span style="font-style: italic;">Tears. </span>Raising our kids together!<br /><br />Ahhh - your time is here! June is right around the corner. How awesome!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-4381183037519099780?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com'/></div>Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-47538944518669913962008-12-06T14:50:00.003-05:002008-12-20T07:30:32.755-05:00Lunchtime at the AquariumWe renewed our passes to the <a href="http://www.flaquarium.org/">Florida Aquarium</a> after not having them for a year. I'm so glad we did renew. The weather has been so nice lately, a cool breeze but a warm sun, so sitting outside while the kids enjoy the playground is pleasant.<br />Here are pics of the kids at the sand pit.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SUwFh4wGJuI/AAAAAAAABKo/FcuHDV4_VRw/s1600-h/DSCN0423.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SUwFh4wGJuI/AAAAAAAABKo/FcuHDV4_VRw/s320/DSCN0423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281602542726686434" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SUwFiH9DP5I/AAAAAAAABKw/CQp8cS4xs78/s1600-h/DSCN0427.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SUwFiH9DP5I/AAAAAAAABKw/CQp8cS4xs78/s320/DSCN0427.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281602546807553938" border="0" /></a>The boys tried constructing a pyramid.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SUwFib9aDeI/AAAAAAAABK4/y1IP0_vARUQ/s1600-h/DSCN0428.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SUwFib9aDeI/AAAAAAAABK4/y1IP0_vARUQ/s320/DSCN0428.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281602552177757666" border="0" /></a>Still working on the pyramid.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SUwFixdvEeI/AAAAAAAABLA/i3EdsmnrWQs/s1600-h/DSCN0432.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SUwFixdvEeI/AAAAAAAABLA/i3EdsmnrWQs/s320/DSCN0432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281602557950497250" border="0" /></a>William and his friend enjoying an ice cream sandwich.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-4753894451866991396?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com'/></div>Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-16808180126461037062008-11-29T22:44:00.003-05:002008-12-01T22:57:17.833-05:00Hello Mr Turkey. How are you?William's school Thanksgiving performance was Monday. We all went to see him on stage and have a good laugh.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Sofia &amp; Maddie riding the big yellow school bus to the school.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STSwb1TRYVI/AAAAAAAABKQ/3bI_rF50vCw/s1600-h/DSCN0339.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STSwb1TRYVI/AAAAAAAABKQ/3bI_rF50vCw/s320/DSCN0339.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275035055768559954" border="0" /></a>Brad &amp; Maddie patiently waiting for William's class.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STSwbhK3mUI/AAAAAAAABKI/_POXYZl_qJk/s1600-h/DSCN0341.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STSwbhK3mUI/AAAAAAAABKI/_POXYZl_qJk/s320/DSCN0341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275035050364606786" border="0" /></a><br />And here they come . . .<br />I guess I'm not too surprised that he was the "line leader". He is constantly telling me he wants to be the line leader. It doesn't matter if he doesn't know where we're going. He just wants to be in front.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STSwbfd8YrI/AAAAAAAABKA/l5YeTwRDucQ/s1600-h/DSCN0343.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STSwbfd8YrI/AAAAAAAABKA/l5YeTwRDucQ/s320/DSCN0343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275035049907741362" border="0" /></a><br />"Hello Mr Turkey, how are you? Hello Mr Turkey, how are you?"<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STSwa9yQmKI/AAAAAAAABJ4/Z6Vre7yJAbQ/s1600-h/DSCN0345.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STSwa9yQmKI/AAAAAAAABJ4/Z6Vre7yJAbQ/s320/DSCN0345.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275035040866146466" border="0" /></a><br />"With a Gobble, Gobble, Gobble. And a Wobble, Wobble, Wobble. Hello Mr. Turkey, how are you?"<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STSwab02qII/AAAAAAAABJw/HOECpJXh7Ak/s1600-h/DSCN0348.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STSwab02qII/AAAAAAAABJw/HOECpJXh7Ak/s320/DSCN0348.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275035031750224002" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">MiMi &amp; PopPop with the girls.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STSwt-FhFZI/AAAAAAAABKg/YhvWBlO6Im0/s1600-h/DSCN0350.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STSwt-FhFZI/AAAAAAAABKg/YhvWBlO6Im0/s320/DSCN0350.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275035367364433298" border="0" /></a><br />After the performance, we joined W and his classmates for a Thanksgiving feast in his room. He really liked the cornbread muffins.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STSwtG7uBmI/AAAAAAAABKY/PQPleFDoZuY/s1600-h/DSCN0352.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STSwtG7uBmI/AAAAAAAABKY/PQPleFDoZuY/s320/DSCN0352.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275035352559388258" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-1680818012646103706?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com'/></div>Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-50517639229539931512008-11-28T23:46:00.005-05:002008-12-01T22:41:28.683-05:00RemodelThis is what our kitchen looked like before we left on vacation . . .<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STDJ88bhRmI/AAAAAAAABJY/ZriShJHC0nk/s1600-h/PICT+029.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STDJ88bhRmI/AAAAAAAABJY/ZriShJHC0nk/s320/PICT+029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273937212501739106" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">Notice countertops and cabinets.</span> <a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STDJ8vQoUpI/AAAAAAAABJQ/hyVK06aQR6A/s1600-h/PICT+030.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STDJ8vQoUpI/AAAAAAAABJQ/hyVK06aQR6A/s320/PICT+030.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273937208966402706" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">Notice an island. Wood floor.</span><br /></div><br />This is what it looked like when we got home from vacation.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STStSW02S0I/AAAAAAAABJg/rywJtS0AT2E/s1600-h/DSCN0419.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STStSW02S0I/AAAAAAAABJg/rywJtS0AT2E/s320/DSCN0419.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275031594434186050" border="0" /></a><br />And this is what it looks like tonight.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STStSgT2RaI/AAAAAAAABJo/KwC1bEIzOSw/s1600-h/DSCN0420.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STStSgT2RaI/AAAAAAAABJo/KwC1bEIzOSw/s320/DSCN0420.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275031596980127138" border="0" /></a><br />What, you don't see much of a difference? Yeah, we don't either.<br /><br />Home repairs go sloooooooooooooooow.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-5051763922953993151?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com'/></div>Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-4715665545876808382008-11-24T14:54:00.024-05:002008-11-28T22:06:15.134-05:00Aloha!We'd been planning a trip to Hawaii since last October. It finally arrived. It was so long coming, and I can't believe it finally came.<br />We went to Kauai, known as the "Garden Island". It is very rural.<br />I was SO happy when I was doing some research the week before we left and found out that they built a <a href="http://www.costco.com/"><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Costco </span></a>since the last time we were there! We strolled through the isles a couple times. Had to. Love that place.<br />We were dreading the plane rides. But out of a total of 5 planes, on all but one we had 6 seats for the 4 of us.<br />Oh, I didn't mention that, did I? Yes, we took both the kids. Turns out, taking your children on 'vacation' with you is not really a 'vacation' since you're still parenting - jut in a different location. In this case, one that is a 13 hour plane ride away and a 5 hour time change difference.<br />Still, we made wonderful memories and did enjoy escaping every day life.<br /><br />Day 1 . . . We were awake at 4am. That is 9am EST. We all tossed and turned for a while. When we finally did get out of bed - we met the sunrise.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBhgY89I8I/AAAAAAAAA_4/3_ItbDO-j3Q/s1600-h/PICT+063.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBhgY89I8I/AAAAAAAAA_4/3_ItbDO-j3Q/s320/PICT+063.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273822372732675010" border="0" /></a>After breakfast we took a stroll around the hotel grounds and found a couple hammocks that we got to relax in a couple times.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBhh1Y014I/AAAAAAAABAY/sYXRs3J4JT8/s1600-h/PICT+070.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBhh1Y014I/AAAAAAAABAY/sYXRs3J4JT8/s320/PICT+070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273822397545633666" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBhhgffqRI/AAAAAAAABAQ/fQNK5WEVnh4/s1600-h/PICT+068.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBhhgffqRI/AAAAAAAABAQ/fQNK5WEVnh4/s320/PICT+068.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273822391936461074" border="0" /></a>The beautiful hibiscus were everywhere.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBhg7ppOXI/AAAAAAAABAI/WSwB-9TV41o/s1600-h/PICT+067.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBhg7ppOXI/AAAAAAAABAI/WSwB-9TV41o/s320/PICT+067.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273822382046919026" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBhgtovNbI/AAAAAAAABAA/2gu_hbACQvk/s1600-h/PICT+064.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBhgtovNbI/AAAAAAAABAA/2gu_hbACQvk/s320/PICT+064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273822378285020594" border="0" /></a>Off to Spouting Horn. It's volcanic rock that is formed so that when the ocean waves crash into it, a "Roar" sound is made. Brad and William decided that it isn't a dragon inside, but a "Chicken Lizard" that is caught under the rocks roaring.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBihoEIHlI/AAAAAAAABAg/lUS50JGvcKo/s1600-h/PICT+071.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBihoEIHlI/AAAAAAAABAg/lUS50JGvcKo/s320/PICT+071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273823493480783442" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBijMBXJyI/AAAAAAAABA4/dS59lt328Ck/s1600-h/PICT+079.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBijMBXJyI/AAAAAAAABA4/dS59lt328Ck/s320/PICT+079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273823520312731426" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBiiTb66WI/AAAAAAAABAw/oH1j8c_yXhc/s1600-h/PICT+078.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBiiTb66WI/AAAAAAAABAw/oH1j8c_yXhc/s320/PICT+078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273823505123305826" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBiiLo7cFI/AAAAAAAABAo/1kKL_LqJAik/s1600-h/PICT+075.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBiiLo7cFI/AAAAAAAABAo/1kKL_LqJAik/s320/PICT+075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273823503030382674" border="0" /></a>If you click on the above picture, you can see in the turtle swimming in the ocean.<br /></div><br />There are sooo many chickens that run wild on Kauai. Apparently, more wild chickens than people on the island. And William really enjoyed seeing how many he could chase.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBijZFTBMI/AAAAAAAABBA/08Q1H64GlCs/s1600-h/PICT+081.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBijZFTBMI/AAAAAAAABBA/08Q1H64GlCs/s320/PICT+081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273823523818898626" border="0" /></a><br />Day 2 . . . Breakfast was in the hotel restaurant that had one entire side that opened up to the ocean facing the sunrise. I know these aren't the best quality pictures - but it gives an idea of the beautiful view we had at breakfast.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBkTQJ0wJI/AAAAAAAABBI/zDjtSOIbGpA/s1600-h/PICT+084.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBkTQJ0wJI/AAAAAAAABBI/zDjtSOIbGpA/s320/PICT+084.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273825445567316114" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBkT7FBnaI/AAAAAAAABBY/TZJyZXAdL9k/s1600-h/PICT+086.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBkT7FBnaI/AAAAAAAABBY/TZJyZXAdL9k/s320/PICT+086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273825457089912226" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBkTmHyfbI/AAAAAAAABBQ/RvPnt4FK4Kc/s1600-h/PICT+085.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBkTmHyfbI/AAAAAAAABBQ/RvPnt4FK4Kc/s320/PICT+085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273825451464359346" border="0" /></a>Pictures on the rocks. 100 yards from the lanai of our hotel room.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBkUmnchnI/AAAAAAAABBo/DhtvYcKHCp8/s1600-h/PICT+091.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBkUmnchnI/AAAAAAAABBo/DhtvYcKHCp8/s320/PICT+091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273825468777006706" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBkUZ9OQZI/AAAAAAAABBg/vkPqRnEezyE/s1600-h/PICT+087.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBkUZ9OQZI/AAAAAAAABBg/vkPqRnEezyE/s320/PICT+087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273825465378685330" border="0" /></a>We drove an hour up <a href="http://www.gohawaii.com/kauai/plan/things_to_do_on_kauai/attractions/points_of_interest/waimea_canyon">Waimea Canyon</a>. Beautiful views of the canyon on the way up. We even saw a couple waterfalls. If you click on the pictures you can zoom in on them.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBmLTJcbHI/AAAAAAAABBw/eTaxAC4n4SQ/s1600-h/PICT+092.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBmLTJcbHI/AAAAAAAABBw/eTaxAC4n4SQ/s320/PICT+092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273827507955330162" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBmMBi8wWI/AAAAAAAABCI/OaGFGzvM3H4/s1600-h/PICT+099.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBmMBi8wWI/AAAAAAAABCI/OaGFGzvM3H4/s320/PICT+099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273827520410337634" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBmL7X_q7I/AAAAAAAABCA/bJb2o8QaVE4/s1600-h/PICT+097.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBmL7X_q7I/AAAAAAAABCA/bJb2o8QaVE4/s320/PICT+097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273827518753778610" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBmLnepefI/AAAAAAAABB4/f4mRu9aGNMg/s1600-h/PICT+096.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBmLnepefI/AAAAAAAABB4/f4mRu9aGNMg/s320/PICT+096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273827513412975090" border="0" /></a><br />Now hiking the Waimea Canyon. (See, we did use the backpack! And we had fun!)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBmMsjJm6I/AAAAAAAABCQ/39Gt1Ni0yW8/s1600-h/PICT+103.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBmMsjJm6I/AAAAAAAABCQ/39Gt1Ni0yW8/s320/PICT+103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273827531953904546" border="0" /></a><br />The view from our hike. Not too shabby, huh? See why we did it?<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBnODBI84I/AAAAAAAABCY/Na3uIuIVygM/s1600-h/PICT+104.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBnODBI84I/AAAAAAAABCY/Na3uIuIVygM/s320/PICT+104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273828654676767618" border="0" /></a><br />Resting on the trail.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBnPvVrYkI/AAAAAAAABC4/IrB0hJrYQhA/s1600-h/PICT+111.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBnPvVrYkI/AAAAAAAABC4/IrB0hJrYQhA/s320/PICT+111.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273828683753939522" border="0" /></a>We just came down that . . .<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBnPoX7WqI/AAAAAAAABCw/9LKRZJsxIQw/s1600-h/PICT+110.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBnPoX7WqI/AAAAAAAABCw/9LKRZJsxIQw/s320/PICT+110.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273828681884326562" border="0" /></a>And we're going down there . . .<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBnPFTs36I/AAAAAAAABCo/QGT82X3P5p8/s1600-h/PICT+109.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBnPFTs36I/AAAAAAAABCo/QGT82X3P5p8/s320/PICT+109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273828672471359394" border="0" /></a>It's hard to distinguish where the sky ends and the ocean begins.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBnOxPxOuI/AAAAAAAABCg/TF75Y9BLRxc/s1600-h/PICT+107.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBnOxPxOuI/AAAAAAAABCg/TF75Y9BLRxc/s320/PICT+107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273828667086158562" border="0" /></a><br />Taking a break an hour into the hike.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBoPwWU0cI/AAAAAAAABDA/_tGTS-ZMwWk/s1600-h/PICT+117.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBoPwWU0cI/AAAAAAAABDA/_tGTS-ZMwWk/s320/PICT+117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273829783536718274" border="0" /></a><br />Maddie fell asleep on the way back. Best seat in the house.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBoQGSJsGI/AAAAAAAABDI/DZkDVk_wMxs/s1600-h/PICT+119.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBoQGSJsGI/AAAAAAAABDI/DZkDVk_wMxs/s320/PICT+119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273829789424791650" border="0" /></a><br />William was a very agile hiker.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBoQvDBSpI/AAAAAAAABDQ/NTgq8pc88Fs/s1600-h/PICT+120.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBoQvDBSpI/AAAAAAAABDQ/NTgq8pc88Fs/s320/PICT+120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273829800367180434" border="0" /></a><br />Day 3<br />After hiking, William really enjoys climbing on the rocks. It is an adventure for him. He even brought his water gun for his adventure.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBqFkrtfoI/AAAAAAAABDo/weKsYQsD82U/s1600-h/PICT+132.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBqFkrtfoI/AAAAAAAABDo/weKsYQsD82U/s320/PICT+132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273831807629753986" border="0" /></a>A family photo as the sun is rising.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBoRSuwkgI/AAAAAAAABDg/0_j0xfHjQUY/s1600-h/PICT+125.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBoRSuwkgI/AAAAAAAABDg/0_j0xfHjQUY/s320/PICT+125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273829809945874946" border="0" /></a>Me and the kids.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBoRIr0CkI/AAAAAAAABDY/pdVqgT0Cr_0/s1600-h/PICT+123.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBoRIr0CkI/AAAAAAAABDY/pdVqgT0Cr_0/s320/PICT+123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273829807249164866" border="0" /></a><br />William feeding the koi in the pond at the hotel.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBqF0e_grI/AAAAAAAABDw/fOIzG4Qt9eQ/s1600-h/PICT+134.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBqF0e_grI/AAAAAAAABDw/fOIzG4Qt9eQ/s320/PICT+134.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273831811871376050" border="0" /></a><br />Maddie taking a stroll outside our room.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBqQc4nByI/AAAAAAAABD4/aIYz45Z-UKg/s1600-h/PICT+144.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBqQc4nByI/AAAAAAAABD4/aIYz45Z-UKg/s320/PICT+144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273831994514933538" border="0" /></a>Brad teaching William to snorkle. First in the pool, then we'll try the ocean.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBqQ4oZ9cI/AAAAAAAABEA/cU5O5BASj5g/s1600-h/PICT+150.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBqQ4oZ9cI/AAAAAAAABEA/cU5O5BASj5g/s320/PICT+150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273832001963161026" border="0" /></a><br />Day 4 . . . Kauai Coffee Plantation. We toured the grounds and went through the maze made out of 10' coffee plants. Even sampled some of their different varieties and flavors.<br /><br />Maddie strolling through the maze. I had to put this picture in b/c I caught her walking with her arm bent and her hand hanging so prissy like.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBqRNPlbKI/AAAAAAAABEI/OPPtQ00vYRY/s1600-h/PICT+155.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBqRNPlbKI/AAAAAAAABEI/OPPtQ00vYRY/s320/PICT+155.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273832007496199330" border="0" /></a><br />William playing in the coffee drying tents.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STClUEPRgsI/AAAAAAAABEw/pj9ccHDK9oE/s1600-h/PICT+159.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STClUEPRgsI/AAAAAAAABEw/pj9ccHDK9oE/s320/PICT+159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273896927804621506" border="0" /></a><br />Me &amp; Maddie.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STClT8Qq_PI/AAAAAAAABEo/T5zhd__DyhY/s1600-h/PICT+160.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STClT8Qq_PI/AAAAAAAABEo/T5zhd__DyhY/s320/PICT+160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273896925663001842" border="0" /></a><br />Brad &amp; William.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STClTSu74CI/AAAAAAAABEg/TPsezvfaRqY/s1600-h/PICT+161.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STClTSu74CI/AAAAAAAABEg/TPsezvfaRqY/s320/PICT+161.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273896914515648546" border="0" /></a><br />In the evening, hula dancers and a Hawaiian band were the entertainment during the Mai Tai party. William especially liked the little 8 year old hula girl.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STCtMRJqpCI/AAAAAAAABE4/1z3DnbALBmo/s1600-h/PICT+162.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STCtMRJqpCI/AAAAAAAABE4/1z3DnbALBmo/s320/PICT+162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273905589924832290" border="0" /></a><br />Watching the hula dancers.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STClS7qrt3I/AAAAAAAABEQ/F3b6tX_No_8/s1600-h/PICT+166.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STClS7qrt3I/AAAAAAAABEQ/F3b6tX_No_8/s320/PICT+166.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273896908323796850" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-471566554587680838?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com'/></div>Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-65346617728208922632008-11-24T13:12:00.020-05:002008-11-28T23:39:10.104-05:00Day 7 . . .<br />William got to feed the koi again. He had a lot of fun.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STC0MEIAPeI/AAAAAAAABFI/DjjOjAaHkvw/s1600-h/PICT+170.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STC0MEIAPeI/AAAAAAAABFI/DjjOjAaHkvw/s320/PICT+170.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273913283009592802" border="0" /></a><br />William posing.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STC0LtnvB3I/AAAAAAAABFA/kjepmbcsZAE/s1600-h/PICT+174.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STC0LtnvB3I/AAAAAAAABFA/kjepmbcsZAE/s320/PICT+174.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273913276968666994" border="0" /></a>Later we enjoyed the fun pool.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STC0MSBeAQI/AAAAAAAABFQ/Ox0wrHRXtNE/s1600-h/PICT+175.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STC0MSBeAQI/AAAAAAAABFQ/Ox0wrHRXtNE/s320/PICT+175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273913286740279554" border="0" /></a><br />Day 8 . . . In search of waterfalls.<br />We found a great one. <strong><br /><br /><a style="font-weight: normal;" href="http://www.hawaiiweb.com/kauai/sites_to_see/OpaekaaFalls.htm">Opeaka'a Falls</a><br /><br /></strong><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STC4PALnYOI/AAAAAAAABF4/UhI9EsFq6oI/s1600-h/PICT+176.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STC4PALnYOI/AAAAAAAABF4/UhI9EsFq6oI/s320/PICT+176.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273917731537117410" border="0" /></a>William in front of the falls.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STC4PP03CXI/AAAAAAAABFw/6qiN0Sc3SKs/s1600-h/PICT+177.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STC4PP03CXI/AAAAAAAABFw/6qiN0Sc3SKs/s320/PICT+177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273917735736641906" border="0" /></a>Girls in front of the falls.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STC4OdM4DTI/AAAAAAAABFo/wlGQuFWkyqs/s1600-h/PICT+180.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STC4OdM4DTI/AAAAAAAABFo/wlGQuFWkyqs/s320/PICT+180.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273917722147163442" border="0" /></a><br />The boys overlooking Wailua River.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STC4OcXow6I/AAAAAAAABFg/JKEqBBLetrY/s1600-h/PICT+182.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STC4OcXow6I/AAAAAAAABFg/JKEqBBLetrY/s320/PICT+182.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273917721923863458" border="0" /></a><br />We went for a drive on this offroad/backroad/potholes everywhere road. It was a very cool, though ROUGH, drive.<br />This is at the beginning of the adventure. Brad and William walked across the 'road'. There were 3 of these types of roads on the way up.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STC4N1k9aFI/AAAAAAAABFY/1iFXs4jluic/s1600-h/PICT+187.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STC4N1k9aFI/AAAAAAAABFY/1iFXs4jluic/s320/PICT+187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273917711510759506" border="0" /></a><br />At the top of the road, over an hour later, were the posts that held up the gates to Jurassic Park.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STC7lLsi9hI/AAAAAAAABGg/mPaJiAmzFgo/s1600-h/PICT+173.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STC7lLsi9hI/AAAAAAAABGg/mPaJiAmzFgo/s320/PICT+173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273921411120035346" border="0" /></a><br />We wanted to take William snorkeling. However, the ocean is very rough during the winter months. So we found this public beach, <a href="http://www.kauaiexplorer.com/kauai_beaches/lydgate_beach_park.php">Lydgate Park</a>. It was the perfect place to take W on his first snorkeling adventure. We saw plenty of fish. Quite a bit bigger than I expected.<br />Once he got tired of the cold saltwater, he drew in the sand with sticks.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STC7kZRURDI/AAAAAAAABGY/PFccRdkxl4o/s1600-h/PICT+192.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STC7kZRURDI/AAAAAAAABGY/PFccRdkxl4o/s320/PICT+192.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273921397584053298" border="0" /></a>Then we built a sort of sand structure. He called it a 'castle'. More like a deep hole. Then I talked him into letting me bury him in sand. He finally conceded.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STC7kL9fOBI/AAAAAAAABGQ/PgdeivSxEbI/s1600-h/PICT+193.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STC7kL9fOBI/AAAAAAAABGQ/PgdeivSxEbI/s320/PICT+193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273921394011224082" border="0" /></a>He said the sand was cold. Though, he did seem to have fun.<br />He also had sand EVERYWHERE!<br />Fun times. Good memories made!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STC7j6mg56I/AAAAAAAABGI/PGisOWOPysA/s1600-h/PICT+199.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STC7j6mg56I/AAAAAAAABGI/PGisOWOPysA/s320/PICT+199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273921389351462818" border="0" /></a>Day 9 . . . Queen's Bath<br />Another hike. Totally different than our first one.<br />This is a picture on the way down to the ocean. There were fresh water streams that we stopped and enjoyed.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STC7jd378ZI/AAAAAAAABGA/jgIj6Ji5Azg/s1600-h/PICT+200.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STC7jd378ZI/AAAAAAAABGA/jgIj6Ji5Azg/s320/PICT+200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273921381639909778" border="0" /></a><br />Where we just came down.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STC-tY4BFPI/AAAAAAAABHI/eBNKvVIWxeU/s1600-h/PICT+202.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STC-tY4BFPI/AAAAAAAABHI/eBNKvVIWxeU/s320/PICT+202.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273924850631644402" border="0" /></a>And we've got to climb these.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STC-tRGN7QI/AAAAAAAABHA/jTVv15ZfJeI/s1600-h/PICT+205.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STC-tRGN7QI/AAAAAAAABHA/jTVv15ZfJeI/s320/PICT+205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273924848543722754" border="0" /></a>And not get too close to the edge. It's actually a 40 foot drop. The mountain in the back drop is Bali Hai.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STC-tP5t-MI/AAAAAAAABG4/27r7mXHy8k0/s1600-h/PICT+206.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STC-tP5t-MI/AAAAAAAABG4/27r7mXHy8k0/s320/PICT+206.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273924848222861506" border="0" /></a>On the way back.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STC-shrTOfI/AAAAAAAABGw/tTYyOO_s_Eo/s1600-h/PICT+208.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STC-shrTOfI/AAAAAAAABGw/tTYyOO_s_Eo/s320/PICT+208.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273924835814357490" border="0" /></a><br />The boys sipped from the freshwater stream. We were thirsty.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STC-sAs946I/AAAAAAAABGo/_Xz0ujdCtuE/s1600-h/PICT+214.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STC-sAs946I/AAAAAAAABGo/_Xz0ujdCtuE/s320/PICT+214.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273924826962977698" border="0" /></a>The stream that they were sipping from.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STDAbRXtzkI/AAAAAAAABHw/lg4NaJtuuAY/s1600-h/PICT+209.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STDAbRXtzkI/AAAAAAAABHw/lg4NaJtuuAY/s320/PICT+209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273926738402725442" border="0" /></a>On the way back up from Queen's Bath. Exhausting.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STDAbKMB7rI/AAAAAAAABHo/l3NMA9uRBHY/s1600-h/PICT+215.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STDAbKMB7rI/AAAAAAAABHo/l3NMA9uRBHY/s320/PICT+215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273926736474664626" border="0" /></a>Which is why we headed straight for shaved ice in Hanalei from "Shave Ice Paradise".<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STDAadaP-1I/AAAAAAAABHg/MisXxy3H038/s1600-h/PICT+217.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STDAadaP-1I/AAAAAAAABHg/MisXxy3H038/s320/PICT+217.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273926724454710098" border="0" /></a>After naps, we went to a luau at the <a href="http://luaukalamaku.com/">Kilohana Plantation</a>. They had a few games for the kids to play before the dinner and show.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STDAZ1ZMnWI/AAAAAAAABHY/dPHJ_fiEuWE/s1600-h/PICT+219.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STDAZ1ZMnWI/AAAAAAAABHY/dPHJ_fiEuWE/s320/PICT+219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273926713712876898" border="0" /></a>Maddie didn't swing the poi balls, but she did try playing 'keep away' from William.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STDAZ0e844I/AAAAAAAABHQ/x6Xhfs0k0x0/s1600-h/PICT+223.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STDAZ0e844I/AAAAAAAABHQ/x6Xhfs0k0x0/s320/PICT+223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273926713468576642" border="0" /></a>At the luau.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STDDxmVrCnI/AAAAAAAABIY/IdkMqljVhjM/s1600-h/PICT+225.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STDDxmVrCnI/AAAAAAAABIY/IdkMqljVhjM/s320/PICT+225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273930420523305586" border="0" /></a>William posing with the nose flutist and 2 of the actors from the show.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STDDxXdZwMI/AAAAAAAABIQ/jWxUbtp-acw/s1600-h/PICT+227.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STDDxXdZwMI/AAAAAAAABIQ/jWxUbtp-acw/s320/PICT+227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273930416529195202" border="0" /></a>Day 10<br /><br />If you look close you can see the rainbow.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STDDxOns8sI/AAAAAAAABII/OVevKMuwKHw/s1600-h/PICT+181.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STDDxOns8sI/AAAAAAAABII/OVevKMuwKHw/s320/PICT+181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273930414156477122" border="0" /></a><a href="http://www.hawaiiweb.com/Kauai/html/sites/Kilauea_lighthouse.html">Kilauea Lighthouse</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STDDw34P3kI/AAAAAAAABIA/sS8ZbsJ-cL4/s1600-h/PICT+221.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STDDw34P3kI/AAAAAAAABIA/sS8ZbsJ-cL4/s320/PICT+221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273930408051859010" border="0" /></a>Pictures in front of the lighthouse.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STDDwUoU1fI/AAAAAAAABH4/-GnklDgVT2E/s1600-h/PICT+230.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STDDwUoU1fI/AAAAAAAABH4/-GnklDgVT2E/s320/PICT+230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273930398589834738" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STDFwGJ76_I/AAAAAAAABJA/6TzrXgORnPw/s1600-h/PICT+232.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STDFwGJ76_I/AAAAAAAABJA/6TzrXgORnPw/s320/PICT+232.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273932593727532018" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STDFv534CuI/AAAAAAAABI4/EGAHfwYbKyg/s1600-h/PICT+235.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STDFv534CuI/AAAAAAAABI4/EGAHfwYbKyg/s320/PICT+235.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273932590430554850" border="0" /></a>Maddie liked the view and the wind blowing. She was very happy up on Brad's shoulders.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STDFvbJVNzI/AAAAAAAABIw/SS139-Q4ivE/s1600-h/PICT+248.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STDFvbJVNzI/AAAAAAAABIw/SS139-Q4ivE/s320/PICT+248.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273932582182270770" border="0" /></a>One more snorkeling adventure at the hotel.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STDFvKuHFJI/AAAAAAAABIo/GTvPOvmUyk8/s1600-h/PICT+254.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STDFvKuHFJI/AAAAAAAABIo/GTvPOvmUyk8/s320/PICT+254.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273932577773130898" border="0" /></a>Day 12:<br />We left Kauai at 10pm. So after a long day, William willingly buckled up and snuggled in for a long night.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STDFuvSaCbI/AAAAAAAABIg/RZkhVQoOFmg/s1600-h/PICT+259.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STDFuvSaCbI/AAAAAAAABIg/RZkhVQoOFmg/s320/PICT+259.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273932570409175474" border="0" /></a>We all felt like this. Maddie just got her picture taken while doing it.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STDGX0kJ5RI/AAAAAAAABJI/PrI4nKNnwwM/s1600-h/PICT+260.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STDGX0kJ5RI/AAAAAAAABJI/PrI4nKNnwwM/s320/PICT+260.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273933276200428818" border="0" /></a><br />Great trip. Wonderful memories.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-6534661772820892263?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com'/></div>Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-52778865664816184602008-11-23T23:15:00.005-05:002008-11-24T00:04:13.115-05:00Dress upIn honor of our family trip in November, the kids dressed up like a hula dancer and a Polynesian warrior for "Guppyween" at the aquarium. The kids got to see the fish tanks at night and fill their candy bags with candy that I will eventually throw away. But the process was fun.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SSoyXdMarmI/AAAAAAAAA-w/v_phikg6nS8/s1600-h/DSCN0010.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SSoyXdMarmI/AAAAAAAAA-w/v_phikg6nS8/s320/DSCN0010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272081692345675362" border="0" /></a>Brad made some 'warrior markings' on W's arms and we spray painted his hair black. We'll be cleaning up the mess for weeks.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SSoyXm9kA9I/AAAAAAAAA-4/omSPmMl7oEU/s1600-h/DSCN0012.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SSoyXm9kA9I/AAAAAAAAA-4/omSPmMl7oEU/s320/DSCN0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272081694967727058" border="0" /></a>Our Hula dancer<br />No markings here. No spray paint. Just a lei and grass skirt.<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SSoyX2_LCUI/AAAAAAAAA_A/4E9fOhhJkeE/s1600-h/DSCN0017.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SSoyX2_LCUI/AAAAAAAAA_A/4E9fOhhJkeE/s320/DSCN0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272081699269445954" border="0" /></a>Our Polynesian warrior<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SSoyYtdVvQI/AAAAAAAAA_I/OchlNmk5uTA/s1600-h/DSCN0006.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SSoyYtdVvQI/AAAAAAAAA_I/OchlNmk5uTA/s320/DSCN0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272081713891491074" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SSoyY_2W_5I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/lWKRyOiNPyE/s1600-h/DSCN0020.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SSoyY_2W_5I/AAAAAAAAA_Q/lWKRyOiNPyE/s320/DSCN0020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272081718828269458" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SSoy7tJm63I/AAAAAAAAA_w/16XHQxU_t98/s1600-h/DSCN0032.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SSoy7tJm63I/AAAAAAAAA_w/16XHQxU_t98/s320/DSCN0032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272082315104152434" border="0" /></a>William's favorite is the blue bill duck so we always make a point to go see him<br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SSoy67W2-SI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/XJj6Xk8T1Mk/s1600-h/DSCN0025b.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 285px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SSoy67W2-SI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/XJj6Xk8T1Mk/s320/DSCN0025b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272082301737957666" border="0" /></a>Brad &amp; William making the 'warrior face'.<br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Taking a break from all the excitement (and the huge crowd) . . .<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SSoy7qIBijI/AAAAAAAAA_o/4CozdjfOMbs/s1600-h/DSCN0029.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SSoy7qIBijI/AAAAAAAAA_o/4CozdjfOMbs/s320/DSCN0029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272082314292202034" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SSoy7PiuchI/AAAAAAAAA_g/rak3re_abOA/s1600-h/DSCN0027.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SSoy7PiuchI/AAAAAAAAA_g/rak3re_abOA/s320/DSCN0027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272082307156439570" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SSoy67W2-SI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/XJj6Xk8T1Mk/s1600-h/DSCN0025b.JPG"><br /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-5277886566481618460?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com'/></div>Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-16836588790544427842008-10-06T17:11:00.006-04:002008-10-06T21:28:12.077-04:00Ear Infection, AGAINWe went to <a href="http://disneyworld.disney.go.com/wdw/parks/specialEvents?id=EpcotInternationalFoodAndWineFestivalSpecialEventPage">EPCOT's Food &amp; Wine Festival</a> on Saturday (sans children). We just love going and trying all the yummy samples (sans children). At least as many as we have room for.<br />I will say this . . . I had some major regret on Sunday . . . and it wasn't leaving my kids behind. Simply put - I ate sooo much.<br />I'm not sure where I lost control.<br />It might have been in France with the French Onion Soup. Or in North America with the Boston Crab Cake with Corn and Barley Salad. The Pepperberry Prawns with Sweet Potato Hash that I ate in Australia were definitely after I lost control. No questions there.<br /><br />It was a wonderful ADULTS ONLY day! Can you tell we were happy to be without children at Disney? In fact, we joked with the couple we went with at the parents that had their children in tow. Don't get me wrong, we often look like those couples with strollers stuffed to full capacity with diapers, sippy cups, etc and screaming children because it is 2pm and nap time is sorely needed. However, for 1 day a year, it wasn't us.<br /><br />So back at home, my dad was caring for our 2 heaven sent blessings. <span style="font-style: italic;">So easy to say after a full day away from them.</span> And our daughter was cooking up ANOTHER ear infection.<br />Under his care, I might add.<br /> This is ironic because my dad touts his refined, he would call it<br /> 'perfected', care of our children. To those who don't know him,<br /> it's endearing - not condescending. What parent doesn't love<br /> when another adult wants the best with regards to their children?<br /><br />So . . . back to ANOTHER ear infection. A <span style="font-weight: bold;">double </span>ear infection to boot! How? I don't get it. The thrashing and arching of the back when we lay her flat and her unending clingy-ness now makes sense. <span style="font-style: italic;">In the context of a double ear infection</span>, that is. So we medicate and love on her. Hopefully some TLC will make it easier on her.<br /><br />Sick babies are just down right pathetic.<br /><br />Unrelated pictures to follow. Pictures of a crying baby or a picture of her infected inner ears not so endearing.<br /><br />Here are her One Year photos.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SOq5XCLTqfI/AAAAAAAAA-I/8SZi205PlLQ/s1600-h/Sep20_08A.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SOq5XCLTqfI/AAAAAAAAA-I/8SZi205PlLQ/s320/Sep20_08A.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254215720653531634" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SOq5XZ2FImI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/HUts9qtnFzE/s1600-h/Sep20_08B.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SOq5XZ2FImI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/HUts9qtnFzE/s320/Sep20_08B.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254215727006949986" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SOq5XiXO45I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/NYd-MkKG6CM/s1600-h/Sep20_08C.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SOq5XiXO45I/AAAAAAAAA-Y/NYd-MkKG6CM/s320/Sep20_08C.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254215729293484946" border="0" /></a>Compared to William's One Year Photos<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SOq5Xrk2VoI/AAAAAAAAA-g/R7tYkrOt1sk/s1600-h/010_10b.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SOq5Xrk2VoI/AAAAAAAAA-g/R7tYkrOt1sk/s320/010_10b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254215731766515330" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SOq5XzVq96I/AAAAAAAAA-o/Tmi6ddamAwQ/s1600-h/011_11.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SOq5XzVq96I/AAAAAAAAA-o/Tmi6ddamAwQ/s320/011_11.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254215733850339234" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-1683658879054442784?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com'/></div>Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-15289143455747434132008-09-25T21:12:00.007-04:002008-09-25T21:35:27.275-04:00Sad DayThis has been a sad couple of days. Something has happened to my <span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">baby</span>.<br />Monday was her last bottle.<br />No hiccups moving to the sippy cup. Or going off formula.<br />Tuesday she started WALKING!<br />Hello! Please, someone, tell her she's growing too fast! This is ridiculous.<br />She has the rest of her life to walk and be a big girl.<br /><br />So, ignoring ME and my sadness, what a big milestone.<br /><br />When I picked her up out of the Y nursery today, they said, "She's walking! She's walking everywhere!". I told them I was not nearly as excited about it as they obviously were. Then my sweet girl did something that warmed my heart.<br />She saw me, her face lit up with excitement, and then . . . she <span style="font-weight: bold;">crawled </span>to the door.<br /><br />I just don't understand why this is going so fast.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNw8DZsjIcI/AAAAAAAAA94/vXXm1vNza7E/s1600-h/DSCN0797.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNw8DZsjIcI/AAAAAAAAA94/vXXm1vNza7E/s320/DSCN0797.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250137294742168002" border="0" /></a>Maddie, "Yesterday"<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNw8Dblnc-I/AAAAAAAAA-A/wOeD3CiVVqU/s1600-h/IMG_0204.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNw8Dblnc-I/AAAAAAAAA-A/wOeD3CiVVqU/s320/IMG_0204.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250137295249961954" border="0" /></a>Maddie, "Today"<br /><br /></div>I was laying next to William this afternoon as he was sleeping soundly, and I thought back to what seems like yesterday when I was rocking him and looking into that same face. But now he's so big. His feet and his hands look gigantic next to Madelyn's.<br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNw6wYrztUI/AAAAAAAAA9o/zUSDAWGJSMo/s1600-h/1+mo+A.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNw6wYrztUI/AAAAAAAAA9o/zUSDAWGJSMo/s320/1+mo+A.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250135868541482306" border="0" /></a>William, "Yesterday"<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNw6w7g9NlI/AAAAAAAAA9w/VD2PF8quXIM/s1600-h/FH040010.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNw6w7g9NlI/AAAAAAAAA9w/VD2PF8quXIM/s320/FH040010.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250135877891208786" border="0" /></a>William, "Today"<br /><br /></div>Ughh, I'm going to cry.<br /><br />Each stage is so wonderful, but each stage means they are a little closer to being . . . dare I say, a <span style="font-style: italic;">teenager</span>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-1528914345574743413?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com'/></div>Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-49720147551365289082008-09-22T15:37:00.020-04:002008-09-22T17:17:04.907-04:00A new job, 2 milestones and 2 birthdaysNearly 2 months since my last post and some major changes have occurred.<br /><br />*Brad started a new job. Big change. 8 weeks later and he really likes it. Dare I say . . . he is excited!<br />I don't think I realized how much a bad job effects a family. At least ours. Not that Brad's previous position was bad - it just wasn't a good situation. The interim was stressful. And the start of the new job was hectic. However, we're on the other side now and it is good. It is especially good for Brad and therefor all of us.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Milestone #1</span><br />*William started PK3. Sad. I say that because I hate letting him go. He is such a sweet boy with such a sweet heart (except with his sister). I know it is good for him. The 'being in school' part, not the 'mean to his sister' part. And for me. It took him a good month to find some friends among his classmates. But he has settled on 4 or 5 that he calls 'friends'.<br />Below is a picture of his first day at school.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNf1yHFnNSI/AAAAAAAAA6g/lVT-I9bG_0I/s1600-h/DSCN2231.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNf1yHFnNSI/AAAAAAAAA6g/lVT-I9bG_0I/s320/DSCN2231.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248934131968455970" border="0" /></a>He is now strongly opposed to spiky hair. Go figure. "Flat! I want it flat!" I think it is because a friend of his got a major hair cut and it was spiky and his buddy hated it. Are 3 and a half year olds supposed to have opinions on their hair???? It seems about 15 years early.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Milestone #2</span><br />*On the hair subject, Maddie went to the salon for her first official haircut. I dare call my butchering of her hair back in May a 'haircut'.<br />And she started the fun 'separation anxiety' stage. FUN. Don't you love when you go to talk to a kid and the kid melts at merely listening to you talk to them. It's even better when it's your kid crying at someone else.<br />This will soon come to an end. I'm certain of it.<br />This is a picture of Maddie after her salon debut with my hairstylist.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNf4sa_uFRI/AAAAAAAAA6o/IY0y8Q2urVs/s1600-h/DSCN2242.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNf4sa_uFRI/AAAAAAAAA6o/IY0y8Q2urVs/s320/DSCN2242.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248937332768118034" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNf6odpV0DI/AAAAAAAAA6w/AEX2T6RCIjs/s1600-h/DSCN2247.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNf6odpV0DI/AAAAAAAAA6w/AEX2T6RCIjs/s320/DSCN2247.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248939463783338034" border="0" /></a>I love this developmental stage. When they get on one knee. You know that walking is right around the corner but they're still your crawling baby.<br /><br />Here she is on her 11 month birthday.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNf7gceb9sI/AAAAAAAAA64/dkbG_lv3Ayg/s1600-h/DSCN2258.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNf7gceb9sI/AAAAAAAAA64/dkbG_lv3Ayg/s320/DSCN2258.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248940425541842626" border="0" /></a><br />*Monday nights tend to be the only night during the week that we are all together. One night we took the kids to Picnic Island and watched the sunset. William and Brad played softball. He hits pretty good. Exceptionally well considering his athletic genes. This is a picture of a huge cargo ship, maybe, I can't remember, that passed by while we were there.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNf728J27LI/AAAAAAAAA7A/IxFO9hjODxI/s1600-h/DSCN2266.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNf728J27LI/AAAAAAAAA7A/IxFO9hjODxI/s320/DSCN2266.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248940812002585778" border="0" /></a>*Grandparents Day was August 31st. So I was told. This is the picture of Maddie, Sofia, and William that Steph took for my parents. We put it in a black mat with the kids handprints in white paint.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNf73UJA49I/AAAAAAAAA7I/JTKu0KeLhPs/s1600-h/img_1831B%26W.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNf73UJA49I/AAAAAAAAA7I/JTKu0KeLhPs/s320/img_1831B%26W.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248940818441495506" border="0" /></a><br />* Our last overnight trip to Orlando for the year, I fear. Since rates hike up in the fall and in to the holidays.<br /><br />William in the kids robe and slippers having coffee on the balcony. Ignore my fabulous bed head please.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNf-vVEu9tI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/8Ng7HQVgLp0/s1600-h/DSCN2284.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNf-vVEu9tI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/8Ng7HQVgLp0/s320/DSCN2284.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248943979787908818" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNf-vkMJDyI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/7cKqEQmAsbg/s1600-h/DSCN2270.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNf-vkMJDyI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/7cKqEQmAsbg/s320/DSCN2270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248943983845510946" border="0" /></a>Yes, dad, we let him pet the snake and alligator. It seemed relatively safe.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNf-wM5lt3I/AAAAAAAAA7g/5FGF5Fvs3-0/s1600-h/DSCN2277.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNf-wM5lt3I/AAAAAAAAA7g/5FGF5Fvs3-0/s320/DSCN2277.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248943994773550962" border="0" /></a>William and Brad went to the putting range. Maddie and I watched. She talked on the phone a bit :)<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNf-wlCKw6I/AAAAAAAAA7o/Ipb4REW5bbc/s1600-h/DSCN2273.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNf-wlCKw6I/AAAAAAAAA7o/Ipb4REW5bbc/s320/DSCN2273.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248944001251984290" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Birthday#1</span><br />* William turned 4. SIGH. We had a Kung Fu Panda party for him at the Y.<br />One of our good friends agreed to dress up in a panda costume and pose for an hour as Po. He's obviously a good friend to do it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNgAeyO1wyI/AAAAAAAAA7w/S0k6tuO2x2s/s1600-h/DSC_0002b.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNgAeyO1wyI/AAAAAAAAA7w/S0k6tuO2x2s/s320/DSC_0002b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248945894580405026" border="0" /></a>There were kids everywhere. 17 or 19 mostly 3 year olds. It was pandamonium. HaHa.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNgH86osP0I/AAAAAAAAA8w/wP0emhEobVU/s1600-h/DSC_0010.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNgH86osP0I/AAAAAAAAA8w/wP0emhEobVU/s320/DSC_0010.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248954108813786946" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNgH9c9vPvI/AAAAAAAAA84/P7lyP2OC3kY/s1600-h/DSC_0022.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNgH9c9vPvI/AAAAAAAAA84/P7lyP2OC3kY/s320/DSC_0022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248954118028869362" border="0" /></a><br />Another guy came and did a karate demonstration for the kids. The boys, and a couple girls, were really into it. William is still doing the "Haaa YA".<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNgH975TiHI/AAAAAAAAA9A/zCcxi5LO3Bc/s1600-h/DSC_0024.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNgH975TiHI/AAAAAAAAA9A/zCcxi5LO3Bc/s320/DSC_0024.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248954126331775090" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNgH-fP_epI/AAAAAAAAA9I/bg44ttF9LfU/s1600-h/DSC_0070.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNgH-fP_epI/AAAAAAAAA9I/bg44ttF9LfU/s320/DSC_0070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248954135822170770" border="0" /></a>Cake time.<br />I had cupcakes made for the kids with Master Po's face on them. I got the idea off the internet and entertained the idea of decorating them myself. Boy am I glad I opted not to!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNgH-nQdkfI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/jqyQxWR866E/s1600-h/DSC_0075.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNgH-nQdkfI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/jqyQxWR866E/s320/DSC_0075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248954137971626482" border="0" /></a><br />Lighting of the candles . . .<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNgIK_MrgBI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/ax12aloeXcg/s1600-h/DSC_0083.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNgIK_MrgBI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/ax12aloeXcg/s320/DSC_0083.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248954350556643346" border="0" /></a>William is not given the opportunity to eat sugar often. So one of our friends found it hilarious that after the song was sung and he blew out the candles and the cake was put in front of him - he asked, "Am I allowed to eat this?".<br />Yes, we let him.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNgILLaubJI/AAAAAAAAA9g/utU0B2q5ZVM/s1600-h/DSC_0088.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNgILLaubJI/AAAAAAAAA9g/utU0B2q5ZVM/s320/DSC_0088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248954353836780690" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Birthday #2</span><br />*Maddie, our little girl, my baby, turned one. Cry. Cry. Sigh.<br />She's taken steps here and there by herself - but honestly - I'm not encouraging it. Why? She's got the rest of her life to walk. No point in pushing her to grow up too quickly.<br />We had a dinner party for her this past Saturday. Family and friends came to help celebrate her big day. And - thanks to my good friend, Clarita, who is teaching me to sew - I made Maddie's birthday outfit. It was a cupcake shirt with bloomies.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNgDt6ovybI/AAAAAAAAA74/FxMl6IUnhTQ/s1600-h/IMG_0006.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNgDt6ovybI/AAAAAAAAA74/FxMl6IUnhTQ/s320/IMG_0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248949453069470130" border="0" /></a>We ate cupcakes. I used this cupcake mold that makes a cake in the shape of a cupcake. The kids had individual cupcakes.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNgDvPzu_OI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/_GNYlqfFQIA/s1600-h/IMG_0009b.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNgDvPzu_OI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/_GNYlqfFQIA/s320/IMG_0009b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248949475932568802" border="0" /></a>Cupcake time for the birthday girl . . .<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNgGC73u-_I/AAAAAAAAA8o/zm9I-utFkNA/s1600-h/IMG_0052.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNgGC73u-_I/AAAAAAAAA8o/zm9I-utFkNA/s320/IMG_0052.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248952013201275890" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNgDuGSNIUI/AAAAAAAAA8A/wiHyWzf22QE/s1600-h/IMG_0087.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNgDuGSNIUI/AAAAAAAAA8A/wiHyWzf22QE/s320/IMG_0087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248949456196149570" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNgEOCt82UI/AAAAAAAAA8g/MtyJBdDNXJo/s1600-h/IMG_0095.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNgEOCt82UI/AAAAAAAAA8g/MtyJBdDNXJo/s320/IMG_0095.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248950004994595138" border="0" /></a>Opening presents was fun. William wanted to be in the middle of the action. Actually all the kids wanted to be in the action. Towards the end, Maddie grabbed a hold of one of the gifts and clinched on tight! As if she were saying, "mine!".<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNgDup29eGI/AAAAAAAAA8I/k7levmR0v70/s1600-h/IMG_0153.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNgDup29eGI/AAAAAAAAA8I/k7levmR0v70/s320/IMG_0153.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248949465745553506" border="0" /></a>All sugared up and hipper!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNgDu8suybI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/LSJRHmzDIOw/s1600-h/IMG_0171.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNgDu8suybI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/LSJRHmzDIOw/s320/IMG_0171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248949470802921906" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-4972014755136528908?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com'/></div>Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-57498905744892110132008-08-01T08:04:00.041-04:002008-08-02T15:05:05.925-04:00Vacation<p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;">With Brad on a 'work break' (see July 18th post) we're going on vacation to the tourist mecca. Orlando.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Day 1: Magic Kingdom</span><br />We stayed on property at the <a href="http://disneyworld.disney.go.com/wdw/resorts/resortLanding?id=ContemporaryResortLandingPage">Contemporary Resort</a> for a couple days. It was SO nice to be 7 minutes from Magic Kingdom. We don't go often to that park because it is so much trouble. You've got to park, load the stroller on the tram then unload to get on the monorail and then 30 minutes later arrive at the front of MK. So since the monorail goes through the Contemporary, it literally took us 7 minutes to get to the front of MK after leaving the elevator at the hotel.</p><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">*You can click on the pictures to see close ups*</span><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSXy6zV_UI/AAAAAAAAAns/is9P287ff4A/s1600-h/DSCN2081.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSXy6zV_UI/AAAAAAAAAns/is9P287ff4A/s320/DSCN2081.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229971968317848898" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center;">Us in front of Cinderella's castle. </p><p class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></p> <a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJL8Pt35TNI/AAAAAAAAAjs/tR8BKyWuN5o/s1600-h/DSCN2082.JPG"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><!--[if gte vml 1]><v:shape id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229519464272841938" spid="_x0000_i1026" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJL8Pt35TNI/AAAAAAAAAjs/tR8BKyWuN5o/s1600-h/DSCN2082.JPG" style="'width:240pt;height:180pt'" button="t"> <v:imagedata src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/VICTOR~1/LOCALS~1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_image002.jpg" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJL8Pt35TNI/AAAAAAAAAjs/tR8BKyWuN5o/s320/DSCN2082.JPG"> </v:shape><![endif]--><!--[if !vml]--><!--[endif]--></span></a><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJScBAlfQRI/AAAAAAAAAsE/O3N64TmnETA/s1600-h/DSCN2082.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJScBAlfQRI/AAAAAAAAAsE/O3N64TmnETA/s320/DSCN2082.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229976608435028242" border="0" /></a>Me and Maddie right before dinner.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Day 2: Magic Kingdom . . . again</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJL8P5j0vPI/AAAAAAAAAj0/WtvR-TC-vUw/s1600-h/DSCN2087.JPG"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><!--[if gte vml 1]><v:shape id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229519467409882354" spid="_x0000_i1027" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJL8P5j0vPI/AAAAAAAAAj0/WtvR-TC-vUw/s1600-h/DSCN2087.JPG" style="'width:240pt;height:180pt'" button="t"> <v:imagedata src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/VICTOR~1/LOCALS~1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_image003.jpg" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJL8P5j0vPI/AAAAAAAAAj0/WtvR-TC-vUw/s320/DSCN2087.JPG"> </v:shape><![endif]--><!--[if !vml]--><!--[endif]--></span></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSXzqJcjqI/AAAAAAAAAn8/04_drI987Kw/s1600-h/DSCN2087.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSXzqJcjqI/AAAAAAAAAn8/04_drI987Kw/s320/DSCN2087.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229971981027020450" border="0" /></a>Brad and Madelyn heading up to ride Astro Orbiter.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJL8QfLiXMI/AAAAAAAAAj8/_0m03XBGF7k/s1600-h/DSCN2089.JPG"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><!--[if gte vml 1]><v:shape id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229519477508562114" spid="_x0000_i1028" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJL8QfLiXMI/AAAAAAAAAj8/_0m03XBGF7k/s1600-h/DSCN2089.JPG" style="'width:180pt;height:240pt'" button="t"> <v:imagedata src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/VICTOR~1/LOCALS~1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_image004.jpg" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJL8QfLiXMI/AAAAAAAAAj8/_0m03XBGF7k/s320/DSCN2089.JPG"> </v:shape><![endif]--><!--[if !vml]--><!--[endif]--></span></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSX0bjE8QI/AAAAAAAAAoM/A27us4nqKus/s1600-h/DSCN2089.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSX0bjE8QI/AAAAAAAAAoM/A27us4nqKus/s320/DSCN2089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229971994287862018" border="0" /></a>Brad and Madelyn (she's there, you just can't see her) on the Astro Orbiter.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJL8Q81_DII/AAAAAAAAAkE/i5tYjrLC_Jc/s1600-h/DSCN2088.JPG"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><!--[if gte vml 1]><v:shape id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229519485471231106" spid="_x0000_i1029" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJL8Q81_DII/AAAAAAAAAkE/i5tYjrLC_Jc/s1600-h/DSCN2088.JPG" style="'width:240pt;height:180pt'" button="t"> <v:imagedata src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/VICTOR~1/LOCALS~1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_image005.jpg" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJL8Q81_DII/AAAAAAAAAkE/i5tYjrLC_Jc/s320/DSCN2088.JPG"> </v:shape><![endif]--><!--[if !vml]--><!--[endif]--></span></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSX0CNedjI/AAAAAAAAAoE/96AzdajCibk/s1600-h/DSCN2088.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSX0CNedjI/AAAAAAAAAoE/96AzdajCibk/s320/DSCN2088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229971987486373426" border="0" /></a>William getting ready for take off.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"><br />Dinner was the <a href="http://disneyworld.disney.go.com/wdw/entertainment/entertainmentDetailResort?id=DisneysSpiritofAlohaDinnerShowEntertainmentPage">Luau at the Polynesian Resort</a>.<br />Having been to several luaus in Hawaii, we were a bit skeptical. Will it be corny? Will it be Disney-fied?<br />Well, the first song they started with was a Beach Boys tune. Not so authentic - quite corny actually. Things did get better though. As Disney usually does, they replicated an authentic luau very well. The dancers were great. The flame thrower was very good. And the food was definitely better than authentic luaus. Not hard to do - one does <i>not </i>go to Hawaii for the food. We've had the <b>worst ever</b> Caesar salad, pizza and steak in Hawaii. So a Disney luau had to be better cuisine.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJL8-ekMavI/AAAAAAAAAkM/lgl_J6gpwb0/s1600-h/DSCN2099.JPG"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><!--[if gte vml 1]><v:shape id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229520267617528562" spid="_x0000_i1030" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJL8-ekMavI/AAAAAAAAAkM/lgl_J6gpwb0/s1600-h/DSCN2099.JPG" style="'width:240pt;height:180pt'" button="t"> <v:imagedata src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/VICTOR~1/LOCALS~1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_image006.jpg" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJL8-ekMavI/AAAAAAAAAkM/lgl_J6gpwb0/s320/DSCN2099.JPG"> </v:shape><![endif]--><!--[if !vml]--><!--[endif]--></span></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSYNR6rrZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/VNKBveSlhcU/s1600-h/DSCN2099.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSYNR6rrZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/VNKBveSlhcU/s320/DSCN2099.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229972421199244690" border="0" /></a>Madelyn with a lei adorning her head.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJL8-nUTY5I/AAAAAAAAAkU/A8-17jt7zro/s1600-h/DSCN2100.JPG"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><!--[if gte vml 1]><v:shape id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229520269966795666" spid="_x0000_i1031" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJL8-nUTY5I/AAAAAAAAAkU/A8-17jt7zro/s1600-h/DSCN2100.JPG" style="'width:240pt;height:180pt'" button="t"> <v:imagedata src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/VICTOR~1/LOCALS~1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_image007.jpg" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJL8-nUTY5I/AAAAAAAAAkU/A8-17jt7zro/s320/DSCN2100.JPG"> </v:shape><![endif]--><!--[if !vml]--><!--[endif]--></span></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSYOM9vdEI/AAAAAAAAAoc/qqzkJRhIAiI/s1600-h/DSCN2100.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSYOM9vdEI/AAAAAAAAAoc/qqzkJRhIAiI/s320/DSCN2100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229972437049766978" border="0" /></a>Brad and William acting silly. Just wait until the Pina Coladas come.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJL8--Yz8iI/AAAAAAAAAkc/VXofvHJA3KI/s1600-h/DSCN2101.JPG"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><!--[if gte vml 1]><v:shape id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229520276159722018" spid="_x0000_i1032" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJL8--Yz8iI/AAAAAAAAAkc/VXofvHJA3KI/s1600-h/DSCN2101.JPG" style="'width:240pt;height:180pt'" button="t"> <v:imagedata src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/VICTOR~1/LOCALS~1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_image008.jpg" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJL8--Yz8iI/AAAAAAAAAkc/VXofvHJA3KI/s320/DSCN2101.JPG"> </v:shape><![endif]--><!--[if !vml]--><!--[endif]--></span></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSYOuqVRcI/AAAAAAAAAok/QRj_n2BkPHQ/s1600-h/DSCN2101.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSYOuqVRcI/AAAAAAAAAok/QRj_n2BkPHQ/s320/DSCN2101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229972446095164866" border="0" /></a>Madelyn and me. She'd really rather not be touched OR wear the lei. She is quite focused on the food at the table that she is not partaking of yet.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMpVTSPDUI/AAAAAAAAAlc/wpPAuV-fgmU/s1600-h/DSCN2102.JPG"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><!--[if gte vml 1]><v:shape id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229569038238027074" spid="_x0000_i1033" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMpVTSPDUI/AAAAAAAAAlc/wpPAuV-fgmU/s1600-h/DSCN2102.JPG" style="'width:171.75pt;height:240pt'" button="t"> <v:imagedata src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/VICTOR~1/LOCALS~1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_image009.jpg" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMpVTSPDUI/AAAAAAAAAlc/wpPAuV-fgmU/s320/DSCN2102.JPG"> </v:shape><![endif]--><!--[if !vml]--><!--[endif]--></span></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSYO-kWNmI/AAAAAAAAAos/4WV-r1pXCsI/s1600-h/DSCN2102.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSYO-kWNmI/AAAAAAAAAos/4WV-r1pXCsI/s320/DSCN2102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229972450365027938" border="0" /></a>Me and Brad<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMpV1cCt6I/AAAAAAAAAlk/lZP-ypL4Chs/s1600-h/DSCN2103.JPG"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><!--[if gte vml 1]><v:shape id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229569047405967266" spid="_x0000_i1034" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMpV1cCt6I/AAAAAAAAAlk/lZP-ypL4Chs/s1600-h/DSCN2103.JPG" style="'width:240pt;height:171pt'" button="t"> <v:imagedata src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/VICTOR~1/LOCALS~1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_image010.jpg" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMpV1cCt6I/AAAAAAAAAlk/lZP-ypL4Chs/s320/DSCN2103.JPG"> </v:shape><![endif]--><!--[if !vml]--><!--[endif]--></span></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSYPMpDjTI/AAAAAAAAAo0/3mIFdJJDaoc/s1600-h/DSCN2103.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSYPMpDjTI/AAAAAAAAAo0/3mIFdJJDaoc/s320/DSCN2103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229972454142872882" border="0" /></a>Remember those Pina Coladas? Oh yes, the boys enjoyed the pineapple flavored slushies. </p><p class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></p> <a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMGSXNactI/AAAAAAAAAk0/rxi4Q-whMhI/s1600-h/DSCN2107.JPG"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><!--[if gte vml 1]><v:shape id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229530504844964562" spid="_x0000_i1035" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMGSXNactI/AAAAAAAAAk0/rxi4Q-whMhI/s1600-h/DSCN2107.JPG" style="'width:240pt;height:180pt'" button="t"> <v:imagedata src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/VICTOR~1/LOCALS~1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_image011.jpg" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMGSXNactI/AAAAAAAAAk0/rxi4Q-whMhI/s320/DSCN2107.JPG"> </v:shape><![endif]--><!--[if !vml]--><!--[endif]--></span></a><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSZDUbm9lI/AAAAAAAAAo8/JCxb_RJGHZk/s1600-h/DSCN2107.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSZDUbm9lI/AAAAAAAAAo8/JCxb_RJGHZk/s320/DSCN2107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229973349587154514" border="0" /></a><br />They invited the kids up to the front to teach them one of the dances. William went.<br />He wasn't all that interested though.<br /></div><p class="MsoNormal"> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSZD33XOpI/AAAAAAAAApE/taEZchEWr9g/s1600-h/DSCN2109.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSZD33XOpI/AAAAAAAAApE/taEZchEWr9g/s320/DSCN2109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229973359098804882" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSZEHH54nI/AAAAAAAAApM/BT-T315uwSY/s1600-h/DSCN2114.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSZEHH54nI/AAAAAAAAApM/BT-T315uwSY/s320/DSCN2114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229973363194716786" border="0" /></a><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSZErKbioI/AAAAAAAAApU/XWOQMP_XFgw/s1600-h/DSCN2116.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSZErKbioI/AAAAAAAAApU/XWOQMP_XFgw/s320/DSCN2116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229973372868987522" border="0" /></a>Family photo<br /></div><p class="MsoNormal"> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSZFKwr8dI/AAAAAAAAApc/pUW8i-XRe20/s1600-h/DSCN2117.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSZFKwr8dI/AAAAAAAAApc/pUW8i-XRe20/s320/DSCN2117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229973381350945234" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMGSXNactI/AAAAAAAAAk0/rxi4Q-whMhI/s1600-h/DSCN2107.JPG"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><!--[endif]--><!--[if gte vml 1]><v:shape id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229530504844964562" spid="_x0000_i1035" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMGSXNactI/AAAAAAAAAk0/rxi4Q-whMhI/s1600-h/DSCN2107.JPG" style="'width:240pt;height:180pt'" button="t"> <v:imagedata src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/VICTOR~1/LOCALS~1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_image011.jpg" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMGSXNactI/AAAAAAAAAk0/rxi4Q-whMhI/s320/DSCN2107.JPG"> </v:shape><![endif]--><!--[if !vml]--><!--[endif]--></span></a><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMqwI1SzzI/AAAAAAAAAls/S4caBJFvTjc/s1600-h/DSCN2109.JPG"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><!--[endif]--></span></a><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMGTv9TA6I/AAAAAAAAAlE/wCdPLDQ28K4/s1600-h/DSCN2114.JPG"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><!--[if gte vml 1]><v:shape id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229530528668124066" spid="_x0000_i1037" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMGTv9TA6I/AAAAAAAAAlE/wCdPLDQ28K4/s1600-h/DSCN2114.JPG" style="'width:240pt;height:180pt'" button="t"> <v:imagedata src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/VICTOR~1/LOCALS~1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_image013.jpg" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMGTv9TA6I/AAAAAAAAAlE/wCdPLDQ28K4/s320/DSCN2114.JPG"> </v:shape><![endif]--><!--[if !vml]--><!--[endif]--></span></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"><a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMGT5qCeSI/AAAAAAAAAlM/2qfjXN-53us/s1600-h/DSCN2116.JPG"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><!--[if gte vml 1]><v:shape id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229530531271702818" spid="_x0000_i1038" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMGT5qCeSI/AAAAAAAAAlM/2qfjXN-53us/s1600-h/DSCN2116.JPG" style="'width:240pt;height:180pt'" button="t"> <v:imagedata src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/VICTOR~1/LOCALS~1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_image014.jpg" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMGT5qCeSI/AAAAAAAAAlM/2qfjXN-53us/s320/DSCN2116.JPG"> </v:shape><![endif]--><!--[if !vml]--></span></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Day 3: EPCOT</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSZlf2eD-I/AAAAAAAAApk/Wbc-nqs1uH8/s1600-h/testtrack.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSZlf2eD-I/AAAAAAAAApk/Wbc-nqs1uH8/s320/testtrack.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229973936768159714" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSMnnJqEmI/AAAAAAAAAnk/J6FSfdd5Smw/s1600-h/testtrack.png"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><!--[if gte vml 1]><v:shape id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229959679436264034" spid="_x0000_i1040" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSMnnJqEmI/AAAAAAAAAnk/J6FSfdd5Smw/s1600-h/testtrack.png" style="'width:240pt;height:171pt'" button="t"> <v:imagedata src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/VICTOR~1/LOCALS~1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_image016.png" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSMnnJqEmI/AAAAAAAAAnk/J6FSfdd5Smw/s320/testtrack.png"> </v:shape><![endif]--><!--[if !vml]--><!--[endif]--></span></a>2 rides on Test Track and the highlight for William is the display of GM cars &amp; trucks after exiting the ride.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSZl0SfSZI/AAAAAAAAAps/ma6QrNq_bzI/s1600-h/DSCN2119.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSZl0SfSZI/AAAAAAAAAps/ma6QrNq_bzI/s320/DSCN2119.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229973942254389650" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSZmDKFlnI/AAAAAAAAAp0/uaeP0MzZg1Y/s1600-h/bandv.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSZmDKFlnI/AAAAAAAAAp0/uaeP0MzZg1Y/s320/bandv.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229973946245682802" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMr98ifh0I/AAAAAAAAAl0/2mENzbI3K6Q/s1600-h/DSCN2119.JPG"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><!--[if gte vml 1]><v:shape id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229571935530092354" spid="_x0000_i1041" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMr98ifh0I/AAAAAAAAAl0/2mENzbI3K6Q/s1600-h/DSCN2119.JPG" style="'width:240pt;height:180pt'" button="t"> <v:imagedata src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/VICTOR~1/LOCALS~1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_image018.jpg" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMr98ifh0I/AAAAAAAAAl0/2mENzbI3K6Q/s320/DSCN2119.JPG"> </v:shape><![endif]--><!--[if !vml]--><!--[endif]--></span></a><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Day 4: Dinner in EPCOT at Chefs de France</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMr-U3aggI/AAAAAAAAAl8/KsFwDmGaY5U/s1600-h/DSCN2123.JPG"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><!--[if gte vml 1]><v:shape id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229571942060294658" spid="_x0000_i1043" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMr-U3aggI/AAAAAAAAAl8/KsFwDmGaY5U/s1600-h/DSCN2123.JPG" style="'width:240pt;height:180pt'" button="t"> <v:imagedata src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/VICTOR~1/LOCALS~1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_image021.jpg" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMr-U3aggI/AAAAAAAAAl8/KsFwDmGaY5U/s320/DSCN2123.JPG"> </v:shape><![endif]--><!--[if !vml]--><!--[endif]--></span></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSZmhxZVII/AAAAAAAAAp8/nAmTGVCccG4/s1600-h/DSCN2123.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSZmhxZVII/AAAAAAAAAp8/nAmTGVCccG4/s320/DSCN2123.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229973954463618178" border="0" /></a>Working our way to EPCOT via the Boardwalk.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMr_KblRlI/AAAAAAAAAmE/BC0kjbUVNMM/s1600-h/DSCN2124.JPG"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><!--[if gte vml 1]><v:shape id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229571956439074386" spid="_x0000_i1044" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMr_KblRlI/AAAAAAAAAmE/BC0kjbUVNMM/s1600-h/DSCN2124.JPG" style="'width:180pt;height:240pt'" button="t"> <v:imagedata src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/VICTOR~1/LOCALS~1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_image022.jpg" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMr_KblRlI/AAAAAAAAAmE/BC0kjbUVNMM/s320/DSCN2124.JPG"> </v:shape><![endif]--><!--[if !vml]--><!--[endif]--></span></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSZnAZ3slI/AAAAAAAAAqE/l19hzmA2C_c/s1600-h/DSCN2124.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSZnAZ3slI/AAAAAAAAAqE/l19hzmA2C_c/s320/DSCN2124.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229973962686444114" border="0" /></a>Reservations aren't really a 'reservation' apparently. At least not tonight. So we waited for our table. In the mean time, I took some cute pics of the kids.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMr_jUzWsI/AAAAAAAAAmM/pU1Do0G-uCo/s1600-h/DSCN2128.JPG"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><!--[if gte vml 1]><v:shape id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229571963121523394" spid="_x0000_i1045" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMr_jUzWsI/AAAAAAAAAmM/pU1Do0G-uCo/s1600-h/DSCN2128.JPG" style="'width:180pt;height:240pt'" button="t"> <v:imagedata src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/VICTOR~1/LOCALS~1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_image023.jpg" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMr_jUzWsI/AAAAAAAAAmM/pU1Do0G-uCo/s320/DSCN2128.JPG"> </v:shape><![endif]--><!--[if !vml]--><!--[endif]--></span></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSaLee5BCI/AAAAAAAAAqM/5HSiGtflask/s1600-h/DSCN2128.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSaLee5BCI/AAAAAAAAAqM/5HSiGtflask/s320/DSCN2128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229974589235856418" border="0" /></a>Madelyn here devouring the map. If the choice is putting the paper in her mouth or the grass - I'll take the paper. She's at that stage where she puts everything in her mouth. It's great! :)</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMsAg1h9LI/AAAAAAAAAmU/Nq35Mez3iss/s1600-h/DSCN2132.JPG"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><!--[if gte vml 1]><v:shape id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229571979633358002" spid="_x0000_i1046" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMsAg1h9LI/AAAAAAAAAmU/Nq35Mez3iss/s1600-h/DSCN2132.JPG" style="'width:180pt;height:240pt'" button="t"> <v:imagedata src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/VICTOR~1/LOCALS~1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_image024.jpg" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMsAg1h9LI/AAAAAAAAAmU/Nq35Mez3iss/s320/DSCN2132.JPG"> </v:shape><![endif]--><!--[if !vml]--><!--[endif]--></span></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSaLnrKp9I/AAAAAAAAAqU/xd6SXVA3qEU/s1600-h/DSCN2132.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSaLnrKp9I/AAAAAAAAAqU/xd6SXVA3qEU/s320/DSCN2132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229974591703263186" border="0" /></a>My martini was completely drained out of this plastic martini glass. But she sure did enjoy playing with it.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMuJgWM_rI/AAAAAAAAAmc/ETKWiQ95CoY/s1600-h/DSCN2142.JPG"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><!--[if gte vml 1]><v:shape id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229574333144039090" spid="_x0000_i1047" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMuJgWM_rI/AAAAAAAAAmc/ETKWiQ95CoY/s1600-h/DSCN2142.JPG" style="'width:240pt;height:180pt'" button="t"> <v:imagedata src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/VICTOR~1/LOCALS~1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_image025.jpg" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMuJgWM_rI/AAAAAAAAAmc/ETKWiQ95CoY/s320/DSCN2142.JPG"> </v:shape><![endif]--><!--[if !vml]--><!--[endif]--></span></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSaMDJi_YI/AAAAAAAAAqc/kx2G3krjj-w/s1600-h/DSCN2142.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSaMDJi_YI/AAAAAAAAAqc/kx2G3krjj-w/s320/DSCN2142.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229974599078444418" border="0" /></a>Okay - here is something crazy. William eating the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Escargot">escargot</a>. At first he was just dipping his pasta in the butter garlic pesto sauce. I mean, who doesn't like that combination? Then he ate the last of the appetizer! Just like that our 3 year old is eating snails. I might add, not so cheap.</p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Day 5: Pool Day - all day!</span><br /><br />There was a python water slide at the pool. Initially William was not keen on going down it because it is pitch black inside. He soon got over his fear and played for hours going down the slide. It's so nice that he can swim so he can do it by himself. Over and over and over again. I got to watch poolside. It's a great setup.</p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;">.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSaMQu8-pI/AAAAAAAAAqk/S8CNHyQYcI8/s1600-h/DSCN2143.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSaMQu8-pI/AAAAAAAAAqk/S8CNHyQYcI8/s320/DSCN2143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229974602724997778" border="0" /></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMuKU6GmWI/AAAAAAAAAmk/hVkJGXev38Q/s1600-h/DSCN2143.JPG"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><!--[if gte vml 1]><v:shape id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229574347253258594" spid="_x0000_i1048" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMuKU6GmWI/AAAAAAAAAmk/hVkJGXev38Q/s1600-h/DSCN2143.JPG" style="'width:240pt;height:180pt'" button="t"> <v:imagedata src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/VICTOR~1/LOCALS~1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_image026.jpg" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMuKU6GmWI/AAAAAAAAAmk/hVkJGXev38Q/s320/DSCN2143.JPG"> </v:shape><![endif]--><!--[if !vml]--><!--[endif]--></span></a>Madelyn went 'European' at the pool. Why bother to put a top on a 10 month old? I don't think it's necessary. A cute pink frilly bottom is all a baby girl needs. Brad thinks it's funny. Here he is uncovering her chest and saying, "Woooowy, look at these."</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Day 6: MGM – oh sorry . . . name change - Disney’s Hollywood Studios - old habits die hard</span><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">William had seen all the billboards for Toy Story Mania.<span style=""> </span>It’s a 4D ride through midway-style games.<span style=""> </span>The vehicles have spring action shooters where you throw virtual projectiles at targets to rack up the points on the games.<span style=""> </span>It’s very cool.<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Madelyn even enjoyed pulling on the string on the shooters.<span style=""> </span>Though amidst the twirling around to the next game, she did fall over a few times.<span style=""> </span>No worse for the wear.</p> <p class="MsoNormal">After the ride, William went to take a few photos with Buzz and Woody.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSaNN4dmKI/AAAAAAAAAqs/7ni9eJEU0qA/s1600-h/DSCN2148.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSaNN4dmKI/AAAAAAAAAqs/7ni9eJEU0qA/s320/DSCN2148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229974619139446946" border="0" /></a><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMuK6Xx3oI/AAAAAAAAAms/xDfDOl9YvNU/s1600-h/DSCN2148.JPG"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><!--[if gte vml 1]><v:shape id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229574357309841026" spid="_x0000_i1049" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMuK6Xx3oI/AAAAAAAAAms/xDfDOl9YvNU/s1600-h/DSCN2148.JPG" style="'width:180pt;height:240pt'" button="t"> <v:imagedata src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/VICTOR~1/LOCALS~1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_image027.jpg" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMuK6Xx3oI/AAAAAAAAAms/xDfDOl9YvNU/s320/DSCN2148.JPG"> </v:shape><![endif]--><!--[if !vml]--><!--[endif]--></span></a>If you’ve seen Toy Story, you’ll notice that the backdrop is Woody’s bed and the kids can take a photo inside Buzz’s space ship while waiting in line to see the characters.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMuL5MsuXI/AAAAAAAAAm0/0e55h6FpIZ8/s1600-h/DSCN2153b.JPG"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><!--[if gte vml 1]><v:shape id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229574374174800242" spid="_x0000_i1050" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMuL5MsuXI/AAAAAAAAAm0/0e55h6FpIZ8/s1600-h/DSCN2153b.JPG" style="'width:171.75pt;height:240pt'" button="t"> <v:imagedata src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/VICTOR~1/LOCALS~1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_image028.jpg" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMuL5MsuXI/AAAAAAAAAm0/0e55h6FpIZ8/s320/DSCN2153b.JPG"> </v:shape><![endif]--><!--[if !vml]--><!--[endif]--></span></a><br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSa16CF2WI/AAAAAAAAAq0/3bdbsvDbqqE/s1600-h/DSCN2153b.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSa16CF2WI/AAAAAAAAAq0/3bdbsvDbqqE/s320/DSCN2153b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229975318185761122" border="0" /></a>Again, the backdrop is Woody’s bed.<span style=""> </span>I think it’s a very cool setup.</div><p class="MsoNormal"></p><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">Day 7: Another pool day.<span style=""> </span>No photos to share.<span style=""> </span>But I had to list the day.<span style=""> </span>It would bother me to not list every day.</p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">Day 8:<span style=""> </span>EPCOT and off to the Ritz</p> <p class="MsoNormal">We rode Spaceship Earth.<span style=""> </span>That would be the big ball below. And took a bunch of pics with some characters.<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSa2NPvAOI/AAAAAAAAAq8/YPr4A4j33U0/s1600-h/epcot072808.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSa2NPvAOI/AAAAAAAAAq8/YPr4A4j33U0/s320/epcot072808.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229975323343257826" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSa2cnM5oI/AAAAAAAAArE/23WqMCBaUQY/s1600-h/epcotB072808.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSa2cnM5oI/AAAAAAAAArE/23WqMCBaUQY/s320/epcotB072808.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229975327468217986" border="0" /></a></p><p class="MsoNormal">No . . . we're not the characters. Those are to come.<br /></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSa2r3AadI/AAAAAAAAArM/b1Hhrvt4Dfw/s1600-h/epcotC072808.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSa2r3AadI/AAAAAAAAArM/b1Hhrvt4Dfw/s320/epcotC072808.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229975331561040338" border="0" /></a><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSMmnOoACI/AAAAAAAAAnM/D9ap_fg5reE/s1600-h/epcot072808.png"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><!--[if gte vml 1]><v:shape id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229959662277230626" spid="_x0000_i1051" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSMmnOoACI/AAAAAAAAAnM/D9ap_fg5reE/s1600-h/epcot072808.png" style="'width:171pt;height:240pt'" button="t"> <v:imagedata src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/VICTOR~1/LOCALS~1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_image029.png" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSMmnOoACI/AAAAAAAAAnM/D9ap_fg5reE/s320/epcot072808.png"> </v:shape><![endif]--><!--[if !vml]--><!--[endif]--></span></a><br /></div><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSMmyrDqkI/AAAAAAAAAnU/WQrtE2nIOb4/s1600-h/epcotB072808.png"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><!--[if gte vml 1]><v:shape id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229959665349274178" spid="_x0000_i1052" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSMmyrDqkI/AAAAAAAAAnU/WQrtE2nIOb4/s1600-h/epcotB072808.png" style="'width:240pt;height:171.75pt'" button="t"> <v:imagedata src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/VICTOR~1/LOCALS~1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_image031.png" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSMmyrDqkI/AAAAAAAAAnU/WQrtE2nIOb4/s320/epcotB072808.png"> </v:shape><![endif]--><!--[if !vml]--><!--[endif]--></span></a><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSMnBi4C2I/AAAAAAAAAnc/hFFt4m3PWqo/s1600-h/epcotC072808.png"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><!--[endif]--></span></a>The kids and I waited in an HOUR long line to take photos with some 'big names'.<span style=""> </span>While I wrangled the 2 kids in the line for an HOUR, Brad went on a “Behind the Seeds” tour in The Land.<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Lots of talk about Hydroponics.<span style=""> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Something Brad is interested in since it has to do with new possibilities in farming.<span style=""> </span>He enjoys growing herbs and flowers and the technology Disney is researching interests him.</p><p class="MsoNormal">Since an hour of my life is gone for the pics, I thought I'd attach as many as this blog would hold.<br /><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSa26iQRBI/AAAAAAAAArU/TXR4Aa6LZrA/s1600-h/mickey072808.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSa26iQRBI/AAAAAAAAArU/TXR4Aa6LZrA/s320/mickey072808.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229975335500530706" border="0" /></a></p> <p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">William and Maddie with Mickey.</p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">This was taken moments before Madelyn went hysterical. I couldn't believe it - 10 months old and she's scared of the life size stuffed animals.<br /></p><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSbZyULTSI/AAAAAAAAArk/V8WivUUqPbo/s1600-h/minnie072808.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSbZyULTSI/AAAAAAAAArk/V8WivUUqPbo/s320/minnie072808.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229975934589422882" border="0" /></a><br />William and Minnie.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSbaJyhjWI/AAAAAAAAArs/05TtuyuN2vs/s1600-h/minnieB072808.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSbaJyhjWI/AAAAAAAAArs/05TtuyuN2vs/s320/minnieB072808.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229975940890725730" border="0" /></a>Maddie with Minnie. The only way I could get her close to the characters was if I was holding her. I put her down next to Minnie after this was taken and she crawled off crying - I'm talking tears.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSbaUU5N2I/AAAAAAAAAr0/e0KiIQzX3Bc/s1600-h/pluto072808.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSbaUU5N2I/AAAAAAAAAr0/e0KiIQzX3Bc/s320/pluto072808.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229975943719237474" border="0" /></a>William watching Madelyn frantically trying to get away from Pluto.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSbZQl7HBI/AAAAAAAAArc/zjn9s80FqT4/s1600-h/goofy072808.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSbZQl7HBI/AAAAAAAAArc/zjn9s80FqT4/s320/goofy072808.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229975925537053714" border="0" /></a>Maddie and Goofy.<br /><br /></div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSbahWQPyI/AAAAAAAAAr8/SkDoKnV_AYM/s1600-h/goofyB072808.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSbahWQPyI/AAAAAAAAAr8/SkDoKnV_AYM/s320/goofyB072808.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229975947214602018" border="0" /></a>William and Goofy.<br /></div><p class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMuN1WhT0I/AAAAAAAAAm8/3JHfxZUMpxc/s1600-h/DSCN2155.JPG"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><!--[if gte vml 1]><v:shape id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229574407501991746" spid="_x0000_i1054" type="#_x0000_t75" alt="" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMuN1WhT0I/AAAAAAAAAm8/3JHfxZUMpxc/s1600-h/DSCN2155.JPG" style="'width:171.75pt;height:240pt'" button="t"> <v:imagedata src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/VICTOR~1/LOCALS~1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_image035.jpg" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMuN1WhT0I/AAAAAAAAAm8/3JHfxZUMpxc/s320/DSCN2155.JPG"> </v:shape><![endif]--><!--[if !vml]--><br /><!--[endif]--></span></a></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">Day 9 &amp; 10: Ritz</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Why is it I feel nostalgic when we go to the Ritz?<span style=""> </span><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">It’s not like I grew up going there.<span style=""> </span>But I thoroughly enjoy every moment when we’re there.<span style=""> </span>We used to like to count how many times the employees would say, “My pleasure”.<span style=""> </span>We’ve lost count.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]-->We rode Surrey bikes at Sunset. <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSleV0SqpI/AAAAAAAAAsM/dpJE8n-sgVs/s1600-h/DSCN2179.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSleV0SqpI/AAAAAAAAAsM/dpJE8n-sgVs/s320/DSCN2179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229987007955118738" border="0" /></a><br />Brad &amp; William played <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bocce">Bocce ball</a> while Maddie and I watched. </p><p class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Brad &amp; William spent a couple hours one morning on the driving range and putting green.</p><p class="MsoNormal">Brad &amp; I took turns getting treatments at the spa. Always a winner.<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> We played in the pool. </p><p class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSmHp3rThI/AAAAAAAAAtM/JfR9_wGmyiA/s1600-h/DSCN2215.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSmHp3rThI/AAAAAAAAAtM/JfR9_wGmyiA/s320/DSCN2215.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229987717712662034" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSlez1OYsI/AAAAAAAAAsU/uQMla6lq1C8/s1600-h/DSCN2181.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSlez1OYsI/AAAAAAAAAsU/uQMla6lq1C8/s320/DSCN2181.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229987016012096194" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSmH6b8ttI/AAAAAAAAAtU/2lnRrV8Wv4E/s1600-h/DSCN2221.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSmH6b8ttI/AAAAAAAAAtU/2lnRrV8Wv4E/s320/DSCN2221.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229987722159765202" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSmjWT3kpI/AAAAAAAAAtc/--ugusUrk_U/s1600-h/DSCN2225.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSmjWT3kpI/AAAAAAAAAtc/--ugusUrk_U/s320/DSCN2225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229988193498534546" border="0" /></a><br /><br />And enjoyed the lazy river.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSlfkB6JXI/AAAAAAAAAsc/jokuJUcQDrA/s1600-h/DSCN2183.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSlfkB6JXI/AAAAAAAAAsc/jokuJUcQDrA/s320/DSCN2183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229987028950197618" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSlgLCmWRI/AAAAAAAAAsk/LsERjWSxtnA/s1600-h/DSCN2191.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSlgLCmWRI/AAAAAAAAAsk/LsERjWSxtnA/s320/DSCN2191.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229987039422077202" border="0" /></a><br /><br />One night Brad got <a href="http://www.flipperspizzeria.com/">Flipper’s Pizza</a> (the best pizza around –NYC-kind-of-good) and we ate it on the lawn as the sun set.<span style=""> </span>William watched a DVD<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSlgsF2JzI/AAAAAAAAAss/EM-cnABlu2I/s1600-h/DSCN2194.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSlgsF2JzI/AAAAAAAAAss/EM-cnABlu2I/s320/DSCN2194.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229987048294065970" border="0" /></a> and Maddie ate what she could get her hands on (balls, leaves/grass, pizza bone, etc.)<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSmGhdJ_0I/AAAAAAAAAs0/x4pK1LquFdM/s1600-h/DSCN2198.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSmGhdJ_0I/AAAAAAAAAs0/x4pK1LquFdM/s320/DSCN2198.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229987698274074434" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSmG0DbASI/AAAAAAAAAs8/xSueAQpkheA/s1600-h/DSCN2200.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSmG0DbASI/AAAAAAAAAs8/xSueAQpkheA/s320/DSCN2200.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229987703266410786" border="0" /></a> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSmHE66YBI/AAAAAAAAAtE/cN354anCEfY/s1600-h/DSCN2205.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSmHE66YBI/AAAAAAAAAtE/cN354anCEfY/s320/DSCN2205.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229987707794120722" border="0" /></a>and Brad &amp; I enjoyed a great Merlot.</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></p> <p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal">Day 11:<span style=""> </span>Pass-a-grill Beach</p> <p class="MsoNormal">We joined my parents at the beach for one last day of vacation.<span style=""> </span>The kids had a great time playing in the sand.<span style=""> </span>William built and destroyed a sort of ‘sand mountain’.<span style=""> </span>Madelyn ate the sand mountain.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSnN7Y8MwI/AAAAAAAAAts/uTDZ2cJrUDI/s1600-h/DSCN2227.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSnN7Y8MwI/AAAAAAAAAts/uTDZ2cJrUDI/s320/DSCN2227.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229988925006426882" border="0" /></a></p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal">Dinner at <a href="http://www.crabbybills.com/">Crabby Bill's</a>.<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></p> <span style="">All in all – a great impromptu family vacation.<span style=""> </span>Now back to reality.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-5749890574489211013?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com'/></div>Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-58735873820219740522008-07-23T21:42:00.001-04:002008-07-31T21:50:40.323-04:00Wedding Bells<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJJqvaCEOII/AAAAAAAAAjE/Pe4MbgWQpQU/s1600-h/DSCN2065.JPG"></a>Our friends got married last weekend. It was a very sweet ceremony.<br />Our little guy was their ring bearer. Here are a couple pics.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJJqvaCEOII/AAAAAAAAAjE/Pe4MbgWQpQU/s1600-h/DSCN2065.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJJqvaCEOII/AAAAAAAAAjE/Pe4MbgWQpQU/s320/DSCN2065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229359480004950146" border="0" /></a>William all decked out in his rented tuxedo. Boy, it's fun to try to get a 3 year old in formal wear.<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJJqv2_03mI/AAAAAAAAAjM/euC56NOII_c/s1600-h/DSCN2069.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJJqv2_03mI/AAAAAAAAAjM/euC56NOII_c/s320/DSCN2069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229359487780183650" border="0" /></a>William, Ashley and Adam &amp; Katie Parham :)<br /></div><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJJqwWHhyFI/AAAAAAAAAjU/1fr179JlBdQ/s1600-h/DSCN2071.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJJqwWHhyFI/AAAAAAAAAjU/1fr179JlBdQ/s320/DSCN2071.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229359496133986386" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-5873587382021974052?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com'/></div>Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-29352309914624243232008-07-18T21:51:00.000-04:002008-07-31T22:00:56.376-04:00Seasons passingA season has now passed in our lives. In Brad's life. In our family's life. IBMs time has come and gone as of midnight last night.<br />I think for a long time we expected Brad would be an 'IBMer' until he retired. But given his job climate this year, we were both feeling like IBMs time had come and gone for our family but we didn't know what that meant. What does it mean?<br />God has another plan.<br />When we found out he would be moving on, I felt very unsettled. But I knew, I know God is faithful and He would undoubtedly provide.<br />And He has.<br />Brad will start his new job at the beginning of August. So for the next 2 1/2 weeks what will we do?<br />What we love to do.<br />Go on vacation.<br />It does seem appropriate. Like a celebration. Saying good bye to the old and looking forward with excitement and anticipation for what lies ahead.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-2935230991462424323?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com'/></div>Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-77288435703099902732008-07-17T08:21:00.006-04:002008-07-20T12:53:56.281-04:00Baby DedicationSunday we had Madelyn dedicated at church. It was a very sweet time.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SH86RTH3fZI/AAAAAAAAAiM/HuDFEsVuwog/s1600-h/IMG_0013.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SH86RTH3fZI/AAAAAAAAAiM/HuDFEsVuwog/s320/IMG_0013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223958161638522258" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SH86PhR11oI/AAAAAAAAAiE/2CvhuXyRRnA/s1600-h/DSCN2061.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SH86PhR11oI/AAAAAAAAAiE/2CvhuXyRRnA/s320/DSCN2061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223958131078715010" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SH86ScqhGYI/AAAAAAAAAiU/ZXv55LLdTzU/s1600-h/IMG_0014.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SH86ScqhGYI/AAAAAAAAAiU/ZXv55LLdTzU/s320/IMG_0014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223958181379643778" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SH86Swg55ZI/AAAAAAAAAic/QBrxtHQejxg/s1600-h/IMG_0017.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SH86Swg55ZI/AAAAAAAAAic/QBrxtHQejxg/s320/IMG_0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223958186708034962" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SH86TJ-7bnI/AAAAAAAAAik/4Acl1LyT2zo/s1600-h/IMG_0020.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SH86TJ-7bnI/AAAAAAAAAik/4Acl1LyT2zo/s320/IMG_0020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223958193544851058" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SH8688zSuqI/AAAAAAAAAis/Ov-Qdlh1C2E/s1600-h/IMG_0022.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SH8688zSuqI/AAAAAAAAAis/Ov-Qdlh1C2E/s320/IMG_0022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223958911560891042" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SH869WgKR0I/AAAAAAAAAi0/3kEETlthzYQ/s1600-h/IMG_0029.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SH869WgKR0I/AAAAAAAAAi0/3kEETlthzYQ/s320/IMG_0029.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223958918459967298" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SH869l-1OmI/AAAAAAAAAi8/rYkY6MtLeGE/s1600-h/IMG_0033.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SH869l-1OmI/AAAAAAAAAi8/rYkY6MtLeGE/s320/IMG_0033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223958922615143010" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-7728843570309990273?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com'/></div>Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-21779202340943012702008-06-24T01:22:00.000-04:002008-06-24T01:22:00.229-04:00Ring Bearer VideoHere's a short video of William's first performance as ring bearer.<br />We don't have video of him jumping over the wedding dress or picking up the flower girl's flowers. That will just live on in our memories. 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William was the ring bearer.<br />It's the first time either of the kids have been up there &amp; it was a totally new experience. First of all, traveling by plane with 2 kids was . . . OK. Not horrible. Not easy. But then again, airports post 9.11 aren't easy - even without kids.<br /><br />We went for a week so we got to spend a lot of time with Brad's brother and family.<br /><br />One day we went on the boat. As you can see, William got to help uncle Steve drive.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF7z6lLwvcI/AAAAAAAAAbc/bqyHpdUn1m0/s1600-h/DSCN1940.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF7z6lLwvcI/AAAAAAAAAbc/bqyHpdUn1m0/s320/DSCN1940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214873606281018818" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF7z7AJ_ypI/AAAAAAAAAbk/O5ED5XLCp8k/s1600-h/DSCN1941.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF7z7AJ_ypI/AAAAAAAAAbk/O5ED5XLCp8k/s320/DSCN1941.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214873613521373842" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF7z7XDEmJI/AAAAAAAAAbs/mBprL1HDlx8/s1600-h/DSCN1932.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF7z7XDEmJI/AAAAAAAAAbs/mBprL1HDlx8/s320/DSCN1932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214873619666344082" border="0" /></a><br />Another day we drove 30 minutes south to visit the town where my dad grew up. We hit the places that I remember most.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF72mPfU-HI/AAAAAAAAAcc/qc2IY9qrPSs/s1600-h/DSCN1956.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF72mPfU-HI/AAAAAAAAAcc/qc2IY9qrPSs/s320/DSCN1956.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214876555395004530" border="0" /></a>The house my grandparents owned when my sister &amp; I were kids. We'd spend a couple weeks each summer there playing with our cousins. Good memories.<br /></div><br />The church my grandparents attended and my grandfather helped build.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">And then . . . the donut shop.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF72R6sKW0I/AAAAAAAAAcU/b84CSL6PD58/s1600-h/DSCN1954.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF72R6sKW0I/AAAAAAAAAcU/b84CSL6PD58/s320/DSCN1954.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214876206214306626" border="0" /></a>We of course, had to partake in the "cream horn".<br />I remember my grandparents having these sugary treats around the house during the summer. Last year my dad had a craving for "cream horns" and had a couple dozen shipped to him in Florida. I remember loving them as a child. And now, my children got to try them and they are also big fans of the "cream horn". Evidence follows . . .<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF72QcvDy2I/AAAAAAAAAb0/Mh1rZaKhnDI/s1600-h/DSCN1946.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF72QcvDy2I/AAAAAAAAAb0/Mh1rZaKhnDI/s320/DSCN1946.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214876180993526626" border="0" /></a>"Yea, that WAS mine. You can have it now."<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF72Q6uJZSI/AAAAAAAAAb8/fLQpe0mgycE/s1600-h/DSCN1947.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF72Q6uJZSI/AAAAAAAAAb8/fLQpe0mgycE/s320/DSCN1947.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214876189042763042" border="0" /></a>"Mom, give me more!"<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF72RP40UYI/AAAAAAAAAcE/JAwpmqn7Yug/s1600-h/DSCN1950.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF72RP40UYI/AAAAAAAAAcE/JAwpmqn7Yug/s320/DSCN1950.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214876194724663682" border="0" /></a>"Not enough. More"<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF72RpZ_08I/AAAAAAAAAcM/dd3hyX17sgA/s1600-h/DSCN1953.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF72RpZ_08I/AAAAAAAAAcM/dd3hyX17sgA/s320/DSCN1953.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214876201574716354" border="0" /></a>William's sugar crash from this little stop was HORRIBLE.<br /></div><br />Remember, I said this trip was a totally new experience. Besides the lake &amp; boat trip - another new experience was the farm across the street from my brother-in-law's house. He took Brad &amp; William over to feed the cows.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF75Olik3QI/AAAAAAAAAck/kL0iXcOFSpY/s1600-h/DSCN1961.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF75Olik3QI/AAAAAAAAAck/kL0iXcOFSpY/s320/DSCN1961.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214879447532231938" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF75O98sHwI/AAAAAAAAAcs/iB5D0yGyGE0/s1600-h/DSCN1962.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF75O98sHwI/AAAAAAAAAcs/iB5D0yGyGE0/s320/DSCN1962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214879454084210434" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF75PA_pHYI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Y-kXER8fohA/s1600-h/DSCN1967.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF75PA_pHYI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Y-kXER8fohA/s320/DSCN1967.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214879454901902722" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF75PaGwc6I/AAAAAAAAAc8/L_fA2J2GX0o/s1600-h/DSCN1968crop.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF75PaGwc6I/AAAAAAAAAc8/L_fA2J2GX0o/s320/DSCN1968crop.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214879461642630050" border="0" /></a>I wasn't there - so I don't know what was going on during this picture. But it looks like William might be trying to grab hold of the cow's tongue and Brad is trying to pull his hand away.<br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF75Pp3BVqI/AAAAAAAAAdE/gF456oHQU8E/s1600-h/DSCN1976.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF75Pp3BVqI/AAAAAAAAAdE/gF456oHQU8E/s320/DSCN1976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214879465871595170" border="0" /></a><br />Anyone remember fireflies? Or lightning bugs? I remember catching them and pulling there little "light butts" off. Quite cruel now that I think about it. Well, Brad and William spent several nights hunting the lightning bugs. William finally got one in his insect container. He was so excited. He did NOT pull the insect apart.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF76o0m_W6I/AAAAAAAAAdM/ZEKnu9gkfNw/s1600-h/DSCN1978.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF76o0m_W6I/AAAAAAAAAdM/ZEKnu9gkfNw/s320/DSCN1978.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214880997765503906" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF76pq_alFI/AAAAAAAAAdU/X9_aBswMUig/s1600-h/DSCN1979.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF76pq_alFI/AAAAAAAAAdU/X9_aBswMUig/s320/DSCN1979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214881012363465810" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Saturday finally arrived. This was William's first time in a tux. How handsome he looked. <br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF793E0m2wI/AAAAAAAAAdc/nfWnCSo5FEA/s1600-h/img00009.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF793E0m2wI/AAAAAAAAAdc/nfWnCSo5FEA/s320/img00009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214884541170637570" border="0" /></a>"This ring bearer stuff is tough"<br /><br /></div>The wedding was smack dab in the middle of nap time. Can I hear a, "Ohhhhh noooo" from any other preschooler parents? I was very concerned it was going to be a disaster and that he would totally ruin the wedding.<br />He did not.<br /><br />Especially if you exclude the part when he left his spot at the front of the church and walked in front of the pastor who was mid-speech and then jumped over the bride's train. Yes, he jumped over her train. Uh huh. Yep. BUT - he didn't stomp on it.<br /><br />Then there was the part when he proceeded back up the aisle he had just walked down picking up the flowers the flower girl had dropped.<br /><br />I know my son. He is a handful <span style="font-weight: bold;">with</span> a nap. Given the time of the ceremony <span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">+ no nap</span> . . . it could have been worse.<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF793rIyPEI/AAAAAAAAAdk/3ZcKGfWrgDE/s1600-h/DSCN1983.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF793rIyPEI/AAAAAAAAAdk/3ZcKGfWrgDE/s320/DSCN1983.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214884551455816770" border="0" /></a>Ring bearer and his family.<br />Maddie slept through the ceremony.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF7933fuhmI/AAAAAAAAAds/SBZ8NoA028Q/s1600-h/DSCN1985.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF7933fuhmI/AAAAAAAAAds/SBZ8NoA028Q/s320/DSCN1985.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214884554773268066" border="0" /></a>At the family luncheon on Sunday.<br />Brad's family (the newlyweds - Zane &amp; Matt, us, Steve &amp; Debbie, and Brittney).<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-9109025189822378987?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com'/></div>Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-2242240594380370992008-06-22T16:03:00.005-04:002008-06-22T21:57:54.716-04:00Project CompletedMy mother's mother was a great seamstress.<br />My mother was a great seamstress. (I say "was" because she hasn't glanced in the direction of a sewing machine in 10 years ;)<br />One might think I could sew. Or at least possess the talent to sew.<br /><br />Sooo . . . a sweet friend of mine who is very artistic and talented has agreed to teach me to sew. We've been at it since the beginning of May, and I finally completed my first project.<br /><br />I'm not a good completer. I start many a-things. I finish very few.<br />*My honeymoon scrapbook - not completed.<br />*Our scrapbook of fabulous vacations before children - not completed.<br />*My son's first year baby book - not completed.<br />*Home projects - started, not finished.<br />*Every women's bible study (except Daniel) - started with great enthusiasm, not completed.<br /><br />So now I can add an accomplishment in the "Completed" column. John Grisham novels, Daniel Bible study, college, and now . . . a hand-embroidered slip dress for my daughter.<br /><br />I'm attaching pictures. I completed the dress on Thursday night and she wore the dress to celebrate her 9 month birthday on Friday. Wow, Maddie is 9 months already! Crazy.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF6zN7Ub6vI/AAAAAAAAAbE/4ND6NzOegPY/s1600-h/DSCN2035.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF6zN7Ub6vI/AAAAAAAAAbE/4ND6NzOegPY/s320/DSCN2035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214802470384691954" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF6zObvZR0I/AAAAAAAAAbM/C25k9m7yO2E/s1600-h/DSCN2025.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF6zObvZR0I/AAAAAAAAAbM/C25k9m7yO2E/s320/DSCN2025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214802479087699778" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF6zOnmU4YI/AAAAAAAAAbU/nClYtS3B8es/s1600-h/DSCN2027.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF6zOnmU4YI/AAAAAAAAAbU/nClYtS3B8es/s320/DSCN2027.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214802482270888322" border="0" /></a><br />Now since I come from 2+ generations of pianists and musicians on both sides of my family, I should be able to play the piano also. Something to tackle later in life.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-224224059438037099?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com'/></div>Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-67372856679636453742008-06-17T22:02:00.000-04:002008-06-22T22:09:26.388-04:00Happy Father's DayWe had a nice Father's Day together. It was as laid back as we could do given 2 kids and our normal Sunday morning schedule.<br /><br />My husband is a great spouse. And he is a great dad. You can tell his children love him!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF8FoLyjp1I/AAAAAAAAAd0/onzF-giCWgM/s1600-h/DSCN2014.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF8FoLyjp1I/AAAAAAAAAd0/onzF-giCWgM/s320/DSCN2014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214893081436071762" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF8ForgmO5I/AAAAAAAAAd8/TGp0kwoS7sE/s1600-h/DSCN2015.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF8ForgmO5I/AAAAAAAAAd8/TGp0kwoS7sE/s320/DSCN2015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214893089950677906" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-6737285667963645374?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com'/></div>Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-14005705323246089352008-05-31T22:10:00.001-04:002008-06-22T22:21:09.282-04:006 years and countingWe just celebrated our sixth wedding anniversary. We took a long weekend and enjoyed being <span style="font-weight: bold;">alone</span>.<br /><br />We rode all the rides we want to ride when we go to Disney but can't because we've got kids. That was a blast.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF8G3QbzW0I/AAAAAAAAAeE/ubkkvXYoTmc/s1600-h/DSCN1904.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF8G3QbzW0I/AAAAAAAAAeE/ubkkvXYoTmc/s320/DSCN1904.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214894439892474690" border="0" /></a>On our way to dinner &amp; fireworks at EPCOT.<br /></div><br />We relaxed at the spa for several days. Fabulous.<br /><br />The highlight was dinner at Emeril's at the chef's table. The table was located in the kitchen where we got to watch all the action. The chef cooked a special 6+ course meal designed just for us. It was so incredible. I ate so much that I hurt in the middle of the night.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF8G3lmcBFI/AAAAAAAAAeM/3FVj2FveZjc/s1600-h/DSCN1910.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF8G3lmcBFI/AAAAAAAAAeM/3FVj2FveZjc/s320/DSCN1910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214894445574227026" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF8G4GXYYvI/AAAAAAAAAeU/7g_ijQHwmdM/s1600-h/DSCN1911.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF8G4GXYYvI/AAAAAAAAAeU/7g_ijQHwmdM/s320/DSCN1911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214894454369444594" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF8G4eUEMEI/AAAAAAAAAec/ErrDt60WTKg/s1600-h/DSCN1913.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF8G4eUEMEI/AAAAAAAAAec/ErrDt60WTKg/s320/DSCN1913.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214894460797988930" border="0" /></a>Brad &amp; me with the chefs.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-1400570532324608935?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com'/></div>Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-16529787459900495272008-05-06T16:34:00.003-04:002008-05-06T17:06:21.426-04:00MilestonesOur little girl is moving along so good, now 7 months old.<br /><br />We just discovered her third tooth. Now 2 on the bottom, one on top. She's getting ready for steaks in June with Uncle Steve &amp; clan! She's heard her daddy talk about the 'Grill Master' in Illinois and wanted to make sure she got in on the goodies.<br /><br />She's trying so hard to crawl too (pics below). She can get her knees up under her body and push. But big girl can't hold up her torso at the same time. I find it amazing how she is growing so quickly.<br /><br />I don't know if I'm the only mom that does this, but I find myself not wanting her to grow so quickly. I remember with William being so anxious for him to go to the next step. He started to drool and I kept checking for teeth. Then he got one, and I kept looking for the second one. Then the third one, etc. Once he started to crawl, I couldn't wait for him to walk. Then I couldn't wait until he was tall enough to ride the kiddie rides at Busch Gardens. Then I couldn't wait until he could talk in full sentences. Then it was carry on a little conversation. I didn't stop to enjoy the stage he was in, I was always looking for the next one.<br /><br />With Madelyn, I'm totally different. I am slightly disappointed as she moves to the next stage of development, looking back often. I don't know why. It's so odd to me.<br /><br />Either way, anxious for the next stage or slightly saddened by the new stage, it doesn't seem to stop or hurry along development. My little people are developing at the rate God himself intended.<br /><br />Here are some pics of Maddie trying her hardest to crawl.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SCDHodA26oI/AAAAAAAAAak/PYKiWTLxqSM/s1600-h/DSCN1806.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SCDHodA26oI/AAAAAAAAAak/PYKiWTLxqSM/s320/DSCN1806.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197373467782474370" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SCDHo9A26pI/AAAAAAAAAas/kWOGxApGDC8/s1600-h/DSCN1808.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SCDHo9A26pI/AAAAAAAAAas/kWOGxApGDC8/s320/DSCN1808.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197373476372408978" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SCDHpNA26qI/AAAAAAAAAa0/oyQXCKaYlDk/s1600-h/DSCN1807.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SCDHpNA26qI/AAAAAAAAAa0/oyQXCKaYlDk/s320/DSCN1807.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197373480667376290" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SCDHptA26rI/AAAAAAAAAa8/-7IgHp1yCHI/s1600-h/DSCN1809.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SCDHptA26rI/AAAAAAAAAa8/-7IgHp1yCHI/s320/DSCN1809.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197373489257310898" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-1652978745990049527?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com'/></div>Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-16353698984828171482008-05-05T16:06:00.008-04:002008-05-05T16:50:09.672-04:00Ahhhh, Home Sweet HomeHave you been away from your bed for a couple nights and when you get back home and sink into your comfy cozy bed, you realize how good home is and how great your bed is? If you pay attention, you might even catch your body saying, "Ahhh. This is good."<br />Last night was that way for all 4 of us. We were in Miami for 3 nights and Orlando for 2 nights. So by night 6 - we were all so happy to be back in our own beds. So happy that we slept an hour later than usual.<br />We beached it for 3 days in Miami. Fabulous. It was so nice to be with Brad. We had dinner each night by the pool that overlooked the ocean. Then we packed our bags and headed to Orlando for some Disney park fun. The Flower &amp; Garden show is going on at EPCOT now so we wanted to do that. And William is tall enough to ride Test Track and Thunder Mountain Railroad, so we had a lot to do in 2 days. It was great.<br /><br />I didn't pack enough clothes to get us through the weekend, but I decided we could find coin laundry. Surely there is coin laundry near the hotel or the parks, I thought! That's a joke! If anyone is interested in a business in Orlando - that's it. Coin laundry close to the theme parks. There's not one within, oh probably, 13 miles of Disney.<br /><br />Fun times. Though so nice to be home. So nice that I don't think we're leaving the house today. I know your question . . . not even to party for Cinco de Mayo, you ask? No, not even.<br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />EPCOT </span>"FLOWER &amp; GARDEN SHOW" <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">PICTURES:</span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9sItA26bI/AAAAAAAAAY8/0h38dSidGb4/s1600-h/DSCN1838.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9sItA26bI/AAAAAAAAAY8/0h38dSidGb4/s320/DSCN1838.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196991391786789298" border="0" /></a>Brad and William taking time to smell the flowers.<br /><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9sJdA26cI/AAAAAAAAAZE/hy-5W4LE1TU/s1600-h/DSCN1839.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9sJdA26cI/AAAAAAAAAZE/hy-5W4LE1TU/s320/DSCN1839.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196991404671691202" border="0" /></a>Me and Maddie in front of the giant butterfly made out of flowers. This was at the entrance to the 'Butterfly Garden'.<br /><br /></div> <div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9sJ9A26dI/AAAAAAAAAZM/zSAhRjlTxXg/s1600-h/DSCN1845.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9sJ9A26dI/AAAAAAAAAZM/zSAhRjlTxXg/s320/DSCN1845.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196991413261625810" border="0" /></a>One of the hundreds of butterflies inside the "Butterfly Garden".<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9sKdA26eI/AAAAAAAAAZU/o6-AJ28pnkI/s1600-h/DSCN1853.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9sKdA26eI/AAAAAAAAAZU/o6-AJ28pnkI/s320/DSCN1853.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196991421851560418" border="0" /></a>William had said several times, "I'm hungry". So in the middle of the Nemo ride/exhibit he plopped down, popped open his Pringles and ate.<br /></div><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span>MAGIC KINGDOM PHOTOS:<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9uvNA26fI/AAAAAAAAAZc/jbdqO-PVpdk/s1600-h/DSCN1854.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9uvNA26fI/AAAAAAAAAZc/jbdqO-PVpdk/s320/DSCN1854.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196994252235008498" border="0" /></a>In front of Cinderella's Castle<br />(Click on the picture to zoom in)<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9uvdA26gI/AAAAAAAAAZk/reDwFfieQd8/s1600-h/DSCN1855.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9uvdA26gI/AAAAAAAAAZk/reDwFfieQd8/s320/DSCN1855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196994256529975810" border="0" /></a>Family photo shot at the wishing well.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">William's FIRST COCA-COLA!!!</span> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9uv9A26hI/AAAAAAAAAZs/eMHb4tfx_SE/s1600-h/DSCN1856.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9uv9A26hI/AAAAAAAAAZs/eMHb4tfx_SE/s320/DSCN1856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196994265119910418" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">This is Brad asking, "Where is my Coke!!!???"<br /></div><br />For those of you who have spent time with William know that he and sugar don't mix.<br />Putting it nicely, he turns psycho. The general rule is . . . If YOU give him sugar, he's yours until after he's crashed. For that reason, he rarely has sugar. Brad let William have a little of his Coke. And the little psycho was quite fond of it.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9uwNA26iI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/EiB1I-hWjfs/s1600-h/DSCN1857.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9uwNA26iI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/EiB1I-hWjfs/s320/DSCN1857.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196994269414877730" border="0" /></a>This is William's answer to Brad, "Right here in my belly."<br /><br /><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">William's first time on Thunder Mountain Railroad . . .<br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9xQdA26lI/AAAAAAAAAaM/pRVtXgOQ46g/s1600-h/DSCN1858.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9xQdA26lI/AAAAAAAAAaM/pRVtXgOQ46g/s320/DSCN1858.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196997022488914514" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">On the way up the ramp to Thunder Mountain Railroad.<br /><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9xQ9A26mI/AAAAAAAAAaU/deUgfFbTYwM/s1600-h/DSCN1859.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9xQ9A26mI/AAAAAAAAAaU/deUgfFbTYwM/s320/DSCN1859.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196997031078849122" border="0" /></a>Almost to the train.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9xRNA26nI/AAAAAAAAAac/BHgV7Cnotfc/s1600-h/DSCN1860.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9xRNA26nI/AAAAAAAAAac/BHgV7Cnotfc/s320/DSCN1860.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196997035373816434" border="0" /></a>Not so excited now that he's on the ride. But we did it anyway.<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br /></div></div><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-1635369898482817148?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com'/></div>Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-91455280998478780762008-05-02T15:22:00.002-04:002008-05-05T16:16:54.517-04:00Miami PicsPics from our recent 'spur of the moment' trip. Not so 'spur' for Brad. But 'spur' for the rest of us. The late afternoons/evenings ended up being vacation-esque.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9oi9A26XI/AAAAAAAAAYc/cAtrqyLeImQ/s1600-h/DSCN1823.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9oi9A26XI/AAAAAAAAAYc/cAtrqyLeImQ/s320/DSCN1823.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196987444711844210" border="0" /></a>Brad and his babies.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9nN9A26WI/AAAAAAAAAYU/A6qeISrLFVw/s1600-h/DSCN1820.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9nN9A26WI/AAAAAAAAAYU/A6qeISrLFVw/s320/DSCN1820.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196985984422963554" border="0" /></a>On the South Beach boardwalk. This is not a new hair style for me . . . the wind was blowing pretty hard.<br /></div><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9ojNA26YI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Ff-KDtSow3k/s1600-h/DSCN1826.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9ojNA26YI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Ff-KDtSow3k/s320/DSCN1826.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196987449006811522" border="0" /></a>The view in the morning from our room.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9nMNA26SI/AAAAAAAAAX0/bCQLalWstTw/s1600-h/DSCN1812.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9nMNA26SI/AAAAAAAAAX0/bCQLalWstTw/s320/DSCN1812.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196985954358192418" border="0" /></a>William kept entertained in the pool. Whether it was making friends with German girls or playing with buckets - he thoroughly enjoyed the water.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9ojtA26ZI/AAAAAAAAAYs/M5lHnAyqEx0/s1600-h/DSCN1828.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9ojtA26ZI/AAAAAAAAAYs/M5lHnAyqEx0/s320/DSCN1828.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196987457596746130" border="0" /></a>While big brother played, Maddie discovered bubbles.<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9oj9A26aI/AAAAAAAAAY0/N_kv82pGuNw/s1600-h/DSCN1833.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9oj9A26aI/AAAAAAAAAY0/N_kv82pGuNw/s320/DSCN1833.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196987461891713442" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9nM9A26TI/AAAAAAAAAX8/j3Wgg1a8LD8/s1600-h/DSCN1813.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9nM9A26TI/AAAAAAAAAX8/j3Wgg1a8LD8/s320/DSCN1813.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196985967243094322" border="0" /></a>Ready. Set.<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9nNdA26UI/AAAAAAAAAYE/caC8oL_ldUI/s1600-h/DSCN1814.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9nNdA26UI/AAAAAAAAAYE/caC8oL_ldUI/s320/DSCN1814.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196985975833028930" border="0" /></a>Jump!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9nNtA26VI/AAAAAAAAAYM/TbDi8y3pKmg/s1600-h/DSCN1816.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9nNtA26VI/AAAAAAAAAYM/TbDi8y3pKmg/s320/DSCN1816.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196985980127996242" border="0" /></a>The evening air was too cool for me and Maddie so we sat on the deck and watched the boys play in the pool.<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-9145528099847878076?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com'/></div>Victoriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856noreply@blogger.com0