<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684</id><updated>2011-07-07T19:34:51.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hertensteins</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>139</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-3920737979956155278</id><published>2010-05-26T14:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T14:14:08.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>San Francisco today. 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And we have our kitchen back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William's first Christmas Tree Lot experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsaULfXpxI/AAAAAAAABPM/xAwN3TOJ720/s1600-h/DSCN0371.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;William trying to control Madelyn.  Must come from the Hertenstein genes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsaUokFoiI/AAAAAAAABPc/_G0GgIpN9ao/s1600-h/DSCN0379.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brad with his kiddos shopping for a tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsaUXpNCYI/AAAAAAAABPU/HeHU2ufg3so/s1600-h/DSCN0375.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found a tree and got it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsbVqyIHCI/AAAAAAAABPk/1VUo5_Beaxo/s1600-h/DSCN0388.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now it's time to decorate with lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsbVw04TbI/AAAAAAAABPs/mI1eID_eBvA/s1600-h/DSCN0393.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brad thought that should apply to Maximus too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsbWD3WuEI/AAAAAAAABP0/AATOqRQlDWk/s1600-h/DSCN0391.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;William making decorations to hang on the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsbWn38LII/AAAAAAAABQE/utHD9Py1S_4/s1600-h/DSCN0401.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;William methodically placing his hand crafted ornaments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsbWVHkzFI/AAAAAAAABP8/lT2N0x6qCkM/s1600-h/DSCN0400.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsdlf3sJnI/AAAAAAAABQk/ZQKYtkG7TU8/s1600-h/DSCN0421.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Festival of Dancing Lights at Disney's Hollywood Studios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsdkXy4GhI/AAAAAAAABQM/AcP2vMgZxBc/s1600-h/DSCN0418.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Snow" falls during the Dancing Lights.  It's really soap bubbles, but for our Florida boy - he thinks it's really cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsdlG4-xqI/AAAAAAAABQc/FuhfWQlLILA/s1600-h/DSCN0404.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maddie dancing in the street while the lights "dance".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsdk2ivEeI/AAAAAAAABQU/OZUvBHm-AZQ/s1600-h/DSCN0411.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pajama party at Dan &amp;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZtVmuoQYLI/AAAAAAAABQs/mQJj4bqoksg/s1600-h/DSCN0465.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZtVnW7J3iI/AAAAAAAABQ8/LARKBicqz8Y/s1600-h/DSCN0467.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZtVnEuL3SI/AAAAAAAABQ0/LjnCzCNXkro/s1600-h/DSCN0466.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZtVoHVrHlI/AAAAAAAABRM/MNTMTIBWS0A/s1600-h/DSCN0531.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kids' Christmas outfits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZtVn-rPafI/AAAAAAAABRE/S3eNGPkv3cc/s1600-h/DSCN0542.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Morning.  William overwhelmed by the gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsW8eq-jDI/AAAAAAAABN0/g0z4X0WpS38/s1600-h/DSCN0543.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddie new exactly what to do when she saw her baby accessories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsW8sDHunI/AAAAAAAABN8/PFkFtMpfG94/s1600-h/DSCN0546.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsZYElsQ_I/AAAAAAAABOU/7e2UGHePLUM/s1600-h/DSCN0574.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William loves his 'shooting' truck from Uncle Steve &amp;amp; Aunt Debbie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsW800NHkI/AAAAAAAABOE/RQn7i983h30/s1600-h/DSCN0558.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maddie and her blocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsW9CoFEsI/AAAAAAAABOM/lGu47i_AqHA/s1600-h/DSCN0565.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family gift exchange on Christmas night.  Uncle Dan and Maddie are hanging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsZYforM2I/AAAAAAAABOc/lkgF6_WEMMk/s1600-h/DSCN0575.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute Sofia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsZZe1nPyI/AAAAAAAABOs/WIN3xluFNcA/s1600-h/DSCN0581.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MiMi and her boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsZYhOVrVI/AAAAAAAABOk/tK1CsykGLAY/s1600-h/DSCN0580.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maddie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsZZrDhWOI/AAAAAAAABO0/p9Q-bXuF_X8/s1600-h/DSCN0597.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me with William, Sofia, and Madelyn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsaTe4GETI/AAAAAAAABO8/tdZ_jyYokZ4/s1600-h/DSCN0601.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family photo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsaT48_vtI/AAAAAAAABPE/7qHt_aKFNUQ/s1600-h/DSCN0603.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-3440130190860701520?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/3440130190860701520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=3440130190860701520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/3440130190860701520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/3440130190860701520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2009/02/long-time-comin.html' title='Long time comin&apos;'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SZsaULfXpxI/AAAAAAAABPM/xAwN3TOJ720/s72-c/DSCN0371.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-7214353443218637320</id><published>2008-12-19T07:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T10:34:49.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Progress</title><content type='html'>It can be hard to see progress in the midst of it.  It can be hard to see it when it moves so slowly.&lt;br /&gt;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!"&lt;br /&gt;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."&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;I understand that we couldn't see the slab drying out.  Which is what it was doing.  But it took weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Then . . .  it happened.  They were dry.  And  a very exciting step to the entire process occurred.  They laid the floors down.&lt;br /&gt;Then we waited.&lt;br /&gt;20 days.&lt;br /&gt;And the lacquer was added.  Well, the first coat.&lt;br /&gt;By the end of this weekend, all the coats will have been added.&lt;br /&gt;And we'll wait.&lt;br /&gt;Again.&lt;br /&gt;For them to dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are the guys adding the lacquer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SUzr7AIEN7I/AAAAAAAABM4/FRXt42BfSCU/s1600-h/DSCN0485.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SUzr5Eofm_I/AAAAAAAABMw/I3roNZnjOB8/s1600-h/DSCN0486.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Progress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-7214353443218637320?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/7214353443218637320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=7214353443218637320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/7214353443218637320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/7214353443218637320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2008/12/progress.html' title='Progress'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SUzr7AIEN7I/AAAAAAAABM4/FRXt42BfSCU/s72-c/DSCN0485.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-881976890741228528</id><published>2008-12-15T23:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T07:27:41.602-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hookie</title><content type='html'>We 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.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SUwLDu5LprI/AAAAAAAABMo/HtffPlxlc50/s1600-h/DSCN0440.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SUwIMYZOY1I/AAAAAAAABLg/Q65PpKTLqUE/s1600-h/DSCN0433.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;William in line at Toy Story Mania.  Oversize dominos and playing cards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SUwIMmCoYSI/AAAAAAAABLo/7EC8fLXZpAM/s1600-h/DSCN0435.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maddie and daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SUwI6SYHd_I/AAAAAAAABMA/Unu7Zke7HMc/s1600-h/DSCN0436.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The ride is 3D which is the explanation for the glasses.  The tongue sticking out?  Don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SUwI6PHOmFI/AAAAAAAABL4/peZ2GLkBem8/s1600-h/DSCN0437.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Madelyn enjoyed the 3D fun.  She took a different spin on the glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SUwI5meD2KI/AAAAAAAABLw/yVhUFNXaUFw/s1600-h/DSCN0438.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maddie &amp;amp; mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SUwLDu5LprI/AAAAAAAABMo/HtffPlxlc50/s1600-h/DSCN0440.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She understood what to do on the ride.  Pull the string.  Her aim was just a little off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SUwLCxhtIxI/AAAAAAAABMg/Q1BRxdeTQKA/s1600-h/DSCN0448.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SUwLCh-ydTI/AAAAAAAABMY/DmGrDRveeBI/s1600-h/DSCN0452.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pouty lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SUwLCWRBcPI/AAAAAAAABMQ/IoEoiL5-EQY/s1600-h/DSCN0459.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Madelyn eating her first &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Madeleine_%28cake%29"&gt;madeleine &lt;/a&gt;(cookie in France).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SUwLB4isH7I/AAAAAAAABMI/ggnuQNwxRBM/s1600-h/DSCN0460.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the best.&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy I love you soooo much."  Then he planted a big kiss on my cheek.&lt;br /&gt;William is a very ACTIVE boy.  However, so loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-881976890741228528?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/881976890741228528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=881976890741228528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/881976890741228528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/881976890741228528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2008/12/hookie.html' title='Hookie'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SUwIMYZOY1I/AAAAAAAABLg/Q65PpKTLqUE/s72-c/DSCN0433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-4381183037519099780</id><published>2008-12-14T23:08:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T23:37:36.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'>. . . . . . . . .  is PREGNANT</title><content type='html'>Before anyone freaks out - I asked a dear friend if I could blog about their incredibly exciting news. &lt;br /&gt;She said yes. &lt;br /&gt;So here it goes . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Abby &amp;amp; Patrick are expecting!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WooHooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell you how exciting this is.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I am more excited for them than I was when I found out Brad &amp;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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 :)&lt;br /&gt;Decorating the nursery.  Ohhh - all the shopping to get ready for baby.  That precious first time they hold their child in their arms.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tears.&lt;/span&gt;  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.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Heart racing.&lt;/span&gt;  The day they dedicate 'Baby S' to the Lord who has blessed them so.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tears.  &lt;/span&gt;Raising our kids together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh - your time is here!  June is right around the corner.  How awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-4381183037519099780?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/4381183037519099780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=4381183037519099780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/4381183037519099780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/4381183037519099780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2008/12/is-pregnant.html' title='. . . . . . . . .  is PREGNANT'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-4753894451866991396</id><published>2008-12-06T14:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T07:30:32.755-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lunchtime at the Aquarium</title><content type='html'>We renewed our passes to the &lt;a href="http://www.flaquarium.org/"&gt;Florida Aquarium&lt;/a&gt; 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.&lt;br /&gt;Here are pics of the kids at the sand pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SUwFh4wGJuI/AAAAAAAABKo/FcuHDV4_VRw/s1600-h/DSCN0423.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SUwFiH9DP5I/AAAAAAAABKw/CQp8cS4xs78/s1600-h/DSCN0427.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The boys tried constructing a pyramid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SUwFib9aDeI/AAAAAAAABK4/y1IP0_vARUQ/s1600-h/DSCN0428.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Still working on the pyramid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SUwFixdvEeI/AAAAAAAABLA/i3EdsmnrWQs/s1600-h/DSCN0432.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;William and his friend enjoying an ice cream sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-4753894451866991396?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/4753894451866991396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=4753894451866991396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/4753894451866991396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/4753894451866991396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2008/12/lunchtime-at-aquarium.html' title='Lunchtime at the Aquarium'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SUwFh4wGJuI/AAAAAAAABKo/FcuHDV4_VRw/s72-c/DSCN0423.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-1680818012646103706</id><published>2008-11-29T22:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T22:57:17.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Mr Turkey.  How are you?</title><content type='html'>William's school Thanksgiving performance was Monday.  We all went to see him on stage and have a good laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sofia &amp;amp; Maddie riding the big yellow school bus to the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STSwb1TRYVI/AAAAAAAABKQ/3bI_rF50vCw/s1600-h/DSCN0339.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brad &amp;amp; Maddie patiently waiting for William's class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STSwbhK3mUI/AAAAAAAABKI/_POXYZl_qJk/s1600-h/DSCN0341.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here they come . . .&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STSwbfd8YrI/AAAAAAAABKA/l5YeTwRDucQ/s1600-h/DSCN0343.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello Mr Turkey, how are you?  Hello Mr Turkey, how are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STSwa9yQmKI/AAAAAAAABJ4/Z6Vre7yJAbQ/s1600-h/DSCN0345.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"With a Gobble, Gobble, Gobble.  And a Wobble, Wobble, Wobble.  Hello Mr. Turkey, how are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STSwab02qII/AAAAAAAABJw/HOECpJXh7Ak/s1600-h/DSCN0348.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MiMi &amp;amp; PopPop with the girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STSwt-FhFZI/AAAAAAAABKg/YhvWBlO6Im0/s1600-h/DSCN0350.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the performance, we joined W and his classmates for a Thanksgiving feast in his room.  He really liked the cornbread muffins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STSwtG7uBmI/AAAAAAAABKY/PQPleFDoZuY/s1600-h/DSCN0352.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-1680818012646103706?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/1680818012646103706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=1680818012646103706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/1680818012646103706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/1680818012646103706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2008/11/hello-mr-turkey-how-are-you.html' title='Hello Mr Turkey.  How are you?'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STSwb1TRYVI/AAAAAAAABKQ/3bI_rF50vCw/s72-c/DSCN0339.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-5051763922953993151</id><published>2008-11-28T23:46:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T22:41:28.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remodel</title><content type='html'>This is what our kitchen looked like before we left on vacation . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STDJ88bhRmI/AAAAAAAABJY/ZriShJHC0nk/s1600-h/PICT+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Notice countertops and cabinets.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;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"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Notice an island.  Wood floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what it looked like when we got home from vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STStSW02S0I/AAAAAAAABJg/rywJtS0AT2E/s1600-h/DSCN0419.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is what it looks like tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STStSgT2RaI/AAAAAAAABJo/KwC1bEIzOSw/s1600-h/DSCN0420.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What, you don't see much of a difference? Yeah, we don't either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home repairs go sloooooooooooooooow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-5051763922953993151?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/5051763922953993151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=5051763922953993151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/5051763922953993151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/5051763922953993151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2008/11/remodel.html' title='Remodel'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STDJ88bhRmI/AAAAAAAABJY/ZriShJHC0nk/s72-c/PICT+029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-471566554587680838</id><published>2008-11-24T14:54:00.024-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T22:06:15.134-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aloha!</title><content type='html'>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.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Kauai, known as the "Garden Island". It is very rural.&lt;br /&gt;I was SO happy when I was doing some research the week before we left and found out that they built a &lt;a href="http://www.costco.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Costco &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;since the last time we were there!  We strolled through the isles a couple times.  Had to.  Love that place.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;Still, we made wonderful memories and did enjoy escaping every day life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After breakfast we took a stroll around the hotel grounds and found a couple hammocks that we got to relax in a couple times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBhh1Y014I/AAAAAAAABAY/sYXRs3J4JT8/s1600-h/PICT+070.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBhhgffqRI/AAAAAAAABAQ/fQNK5WEVnh4/s1600-h/PICT+068.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The beautiful hibiscus were everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBhg7ppOXI/AAAAAAAABAI/WSwB-9TV41o/s1600-h/PICT+067.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBhgtovNbI/AAAAAAAABAA/2gu_hbACQvk/s1600-h/PICT+064.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBihoEIHlI/AAAAAAAABAg/lUS50JGvcKo/s1600-h/PICT+071.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBijMBXJyI/AAAAAAAABA4/dS59lt328Ck/s1600-h/PICT+079.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBiiTb66WI/AAAAAAAABAw/oH1j8c_yXhc/s1600-h/PICT+078.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBiiLo7cFI/AAAAAAAABAo/1kKL_LqJAik/s1600-h/PICT+075.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you click on the above picture, you can see in the turtle swimming in the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBijZFTBMI/AAAAAAAABBA/08Q1H64GlCs/s1600-h/PICT+081.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBkTQJ0wJI/AAAAAAAABBI/zDjtSOIbGpA/s1600-h/PICT+084.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBkT7FBnaI/AAAAAAAABBY/TZJyZXAdL9k/s1600-h/PICT+086.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBkTmHyfbI/AAAAAAAABBQ/RvPnt4FK4Kc/s1600-h/PICT+085.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pictures on the rocks.  100 yards from the lanai of our hotel room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBkUmnchnI/AAAAAAAABBo/DhtvYcKHCp8/s1600-h/PICT+091.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBkUZ9OQZI/AAAAAAAABBg/vkPqRnEezyE/s1600-h/PICT+087.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We drove an hour up &lt;a href="http://www.gohawaii.com/kauai/plan/things_to_do_on_kauai/attractions/points_of_interest/waimea_canyon"&gt;Waimea Canyon&lt;/a&gt;.  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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBmLTJcbHI/AAAAAAAABBw/eTaxAC4n4SQ/s1600-h/PICT+092.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBmMBi8wWI/AAAAAAAABCI/OaGFGzvM3H4/s1600-h/PICT+099.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBmL7X_q7I/AAAAAAAABCA/bJb2o8QaVE4/s1600-h/PICT+097.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBmLnepefI/AAAAAAAABB4/f4mRu9aGNMg/s1600-h/PICT+096.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now hiking the Waimea Canyon.  (See, we did use the backpack!  And we had fun!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBmMsjJm6I/AAAAAAAABCQ/39Gt1Ni0yW8/s1600-h/PICT+103.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view from our hike.  Not too shabby, huh?  See why we did it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBnODBI84I/AAAAAAAABCY/Na3uIuIVygM/s1600-h/PICT+104.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Resting on the trail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBnPvVrYkI/AAAAAAAABC4/IrB0hJrYQhA/s1600-h/PICT+111.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We just came down that . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBnPoX7WqI/AAAAAAAABCw/9LKRZJsxIQw/s1600-h/PICT+110.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And we're going down there . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBnPFTs36I/AAAAAAAABCo/QGT82X3P5p8/s1600-h/PICT+109.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's hard to distinguish where the sky ends and the ocean begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBnOxPxOuI/AAAAAAAABCg/TF75Y9BLRxc/s1600-h/PICT+107.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a break an hour into the hike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBoPwWU0cI/AAAAAAAABDA/_tGTS-ZMwWk/s1600-h/PICT+117.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddie fell asleep on the way back.  Best seat in the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBoQGSJsGI/AAAAAAAABDI/DZkDVk_wMxs/s1600-h/PICT+119.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William was a very agile hiker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBoQvDBSpI/AAAAAAAABDQ/NTgq8pc88Fs/s1600-h/PICT+120.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3&lt;br /&gt;After hiking, William really enjoys climbing on the rocks.  It is an adventure for him.  He even brought his water gun for his adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBqFkrtfoI/AAAAAAAABDo/weKsYQsD82U/s1600-h/PICT+132.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A family photo as the sun is rising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBoRSuwkgI/AAAAAAAABDg/0_j0xfHjQUY/s1600-h/PICT+125.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBoRIr0CkI/AAAAAAAABDY/pdVqgT0Cr_0/s1600-h/PICT+123.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William feeding the koi in the pond at the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBqF0e_grI/AAAAAAAABDw/fOIzG4Qt9eQ/s1600-h/PICT+134.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maddie taking a stroll outside our room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBqQc4nByI/AAAAAAAABD4/aIYz45Z-UKg/s1600-h/PICT+144.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brad teaching William to snorkle.  First in the pool, then we'll try the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBqQ4oZ9cI/AAAAAAAABEA/cU5O5BASj5g/s1600-h/PICT+150.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBqRNPlbKI/AAAAAAAABEI/OPPtQ00vYRY/s1600-h/PICT+155.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William playing in the coffee drying tents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STClUEPRgsI/AAAAAAAABEw/pj9ccHDK9oE/s1600-h/PICT+159.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me &amp;amp; Maddie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad &amp;amp; William.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STClTSu74CI/AAAAAAAABEg/TPsezvfaRqY/s1600-h/PICT+161.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STCtMRJqpCI/AAAAAAAABE4/1z3DnbALBmo/s1600-h/PICT+162.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching the hula dancers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-471566554587680838?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/471566554587680838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=471566554587680838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/471566554587680838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/471566554587680838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2008/11/aloha.html' title='Aloha!'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STBhgY89I8I/AAAAAAAAA_4/3_ItbDO-j3Q/s72-c/PICT+063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-6534661772820892263</id><published>2008-11-24T13:12:00.020-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T23:39:10.104-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Day 7 . . .&lt;br /&gt;William got to feed the koi again.  He had a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STC0MEIAPeI/AAAAAAAABFI/DjjOjAaHkvw/s1600-h/PICT+170.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William posing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STC0LtnvB3I/AAAAAAAABFA/kjepmbcsZAE/s1600-h/PICT+174.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Later we enjoyed the fun pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STC0MSBeAQI/AAAAAAAABFQ/Ox0wrHRXtNE/s1600-h/PICT+175.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 8 . . . In search of waterfalls.&lt;br /&gt;We found a great one.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: normal;" href="http://www.hawaiiweb.com/kauai/sites_to_see/OpaekaaFalls.htm"&gt;Opeaka'a Falls&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STC4PALnYOI/AAAAAAAABF4/UhI9EsFq6oI/s1600-h/PICT+176.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;William in front of the falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STC4PP03CXI/AAAAAAAABFw/6qiN0Sc3SKs/s1600-h/PICT+177.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Girls in front of the falls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STC4OdM4DTI/AAAAAAAABFo/wlGQuFWkyqs/s1600-h/PICT+180.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys overlooking Wailua River.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STC4OcXow6I/AAAAAAAABFg/JKEqBBLetrY/s1600-h/PICT+182.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for a drive on this offroad/backroad/potholes everywhere road.  It was a very cool, though ROUGH, drive.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STC4N1k9aFI/AAAAAAAABFY/1iFXs4jluic/s1600-h/PICT+187.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the top of the road, over an hour later, were the posts that held up the gates to Jurassic Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STC7lLsi9hI/AAAAAAAABGg/mPaJiAmzFgo/s1600-h/PICT+173.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wanted to take William snorkeling.  However, the ocean is very rough during the winter months.  So we found this public beach, &lt;a href="http://www.kauaiexplorer.com/kauai_beaches/lydgate_beach_park.php"&gt;Lydgate Park&lt;/a&gt;.  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.&lt;br /&gt;Once he got tired of the cold saltwater, he drew in the sand with sticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STC7kZRURDI/AAAAAAAABGY/PFccRdkxl4o/s1600-h/PICT+192.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STC7kL9fOBI/AAAAAAAABGQ/PgdeivSxEbI/s1600-h/PICT+193.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He said the sand was cold.  Though, he did seem to have fun.&lt;br /&gt;He also had sand EVERYWHERE!&lt;br /&gt;Fun times.  Good memories made!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STC7j6mg56I/AAAAAAAABGI/PGisOWOPysA/s1600-h/PICT+199.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day 9 . . . Queen's Bath&lt;br /&gt;Another hike.  Totally different than our first one.&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture on the way down to the ocean.  There were fresh water streams that we stopped and enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STC7jd378ZI/AAAAAAAABGA/jgIj6Ji5Azg/s1600-h/PICT+200.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where we just came down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STC-tY4BFPI/AAAAAAAABHI/eBNKvVIWxeU/s1600-h/PICT+202.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And we've got to climb these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STC-tRGN7QI/AAAAAAAABHA/jTVv15ZfJeI/s1600-h/PICT+205.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And not get too close to the edge.  It's actually a 40 foot drop.  The mountain in the back drop is Bali Hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the way back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys sipped from the freshwater stream.  We were thirsty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STC-sAs946I/AAAAAAAABGo/_Xz0ujdCtuE/s1600-h/PICT+214.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The stream that they were sipping from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STDAbRXtzkI/AAAAAAAABHw/lg4NaJtuuAY/s1600-h/PICT+209.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the way back up from Queen's Bath.  Exhausting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STDAbKMB7rI/AAAAAAAABHo/l3NMA9uRBHY/s1600-h/PICT+215.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Which is why we headed straight for shaved ice in Hanalei from "Shave Ice Paradise".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STDAadaP-1I/AAAAAAAABHg/MisXxy3H038/s1600-h/PICT+217.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After naps, we went to a luau at the &lt;a href="http://luaukalamaku.com/"&gt;Kilohana Plantation&lt;/a&gt;.  They had a few games for the kids to play before the dinner and show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STDAZ1ZMnWI/AAAAAAAABHY/dPHJ_fiEuWE/s1600-h/PICT+219.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maddie didn't swing the poi balls, but she did try playing 'keep away' from William.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STDAZ0e844I/AAAAAAAABHQ/x6Xhfs0k0x0/s1600-h/PICT+223.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the luau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STDDxmVrCnI/AAAAAAAABIY/IdkMqljVhjM/s1600-h/PICT+225.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;William posing with the nose flutist and 2 of the actors from the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STDDxXdZwMI/AAAAAAAABIQ/jWxUbtp-acw/s1600-h/PICT+227.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look close you can see the rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STDDxOns8sI/AAAAAAAABII/OVevKMuwKHw/s1600-h/PICT+181.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hawaiiweb.com/Kauai/html/sites/Kilauea_lighthouse.html"&gt;Kilauea Lighthouse&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STDDw34P3kI/AAAAAAAABIA/sS8ZbsJ-cL4/s1600-h/PICT+221.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pictures in front of the lighthouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STDDwUoU1fI/AAAAAAAABH4/-GnklDgVT2E/s1600-h/PICT+230.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STDFwGJ76_I/AAAAAAAABJA/6TzrXgORnPw/s1600-h/PICT+232.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STDFv534CuI/AAAAAAAABI4/EGAHfwYbKyg/s1600-h/PICT+235.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maddie liked the view and the wind blowing.  She was very happy up on Brad's shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STDFvbJVNzI/AAAAAAAABIw/SS139-Q4ivE/s1600-h/PICT+248.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One more snorkeling adventure at the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STDFvKuHFJI/AAAAAAAABIo/GTvPOvmUyk8/s1600-h/PICT+254.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Day 12:&lt;br /&gt;We left Kauai at 10pm.  So after a long day, William willingly buckled up and snuggled in for a long night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STDFuvSaCbI/AAAAAAAABIg/RZkhVQoOFmg/s1600-h/PICT+259.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We all felt like this.  Maddie just got her picture taken while doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STDGX0kJ5RI/AAAAAAAABJI/PrI4nKNnwwM/s1600-h/PICT+260.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great trip.  Wonderful memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-6534661772820892263?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/6534661772820892263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=6534661772820892263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/6534661772820892263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/6534661772820892263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-7.html' title=''/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/STC0MEIAPeI/AAAAAAAABFI/DjjOjAaHkvw/s72-c/PICT+170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-5277886566481618460</id><published>2008-11-23T23:15:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T00:04:13.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dress up</title><content type='html'>In 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SSoyXdMarmI/AAAAAAAAA-w/v_phikg6nS8/s1600-h/DSCN0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SSoyXm9kA9I/AAAAAAAAA-4/omSPmMl7oEU/s1600-h/DSCN0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our Hula dancer&lt;br /&gt;No markings here.  No spray paint.  Just a lei and grass skirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SSoyX2_LCUI/AAAAAAAAA_A/4E9fOhhJkeE/s1600-h/DSCN0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our Polynesian warrior&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SSoyYtdVvQI/AAAAAAAAA_I/OchlNmk5uTA/s1600-h/DSCN0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SSoy7tJm63I/AAAAAAAAA_w/16XHQxU_t98/s1600-h/DSCN0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;William's favorite is the blue bill duck so we always make a point to go see him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SSoy67W2-SI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/XJj6Xk8T1Mk/s1600-h/DSCN0025b.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brad &amp;amp; William making the 'warrior face'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taking a break from all the excitement (and the huge crowd) . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SSoy7qIBijI/AAAAAAAAA_o/4CozdjfOMbs/s1600-h/DSCN0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SSoy7PiuchI/AAAAAAAAA_g/rak3re_abOA/s1600-h/DSCN0027.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SSoy67W2-SI/AAAAAAAAA_Y/XJj6Xk8T1Mk/s1600-h/DSCN0025b.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-5277886566481618460?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/5277886566481618460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=5277886566481618460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/5277886566481618460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/5277886566481618460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2008/11/dress-up.html' title='Dress up'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SSoyXdMarmI/AAAAAAAAA-w/v_phikg6nS8/s72-c/DSCN0010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-1683658879054442784</id><published>2008-10-06T17:11:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T21:28:12.077-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ear Infection, AGAIN</title><content type='html'>We went to &lt;a href="http://disneyworld.disney.go.com/wdw/parks/specialEvents?id=EpcotInternationalFoodAndWineFestivalSpecialEventPage"&gt;EPCOT's Food &amp;amp; Wine Festival&lt;/a&gt; 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.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure where I lost control.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back at home, my dad was caring for our 2 heaven sent blessings.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So easy to say after a full day away from them.&lt;/span&gt;  And our daughter was cooking up ANOTHER ear infection.&lt;br /&gt;Under his care, I might add.&lt;br /&gt;      This is ironic because my dad touts his refined, he would call it&lt;br /&gt;      'perfected', care of our children.  To those who don't know him,&lt;br /&gt;      it's endearing - not condescending.  What parent doesn't love&lt;br /&gt;      when another adult wants the best with regards to their children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So . . . back to ANOTHER ear infection.  A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;double &lt;/span&gt;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.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the context of a double ear infection&lt;/span&gt;, that is.  So we medicate and love on her.  Hopefully some TLC will make it easier on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick babies are just down right pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unrelated pictures to follow.  Pictures of a crying baby or a picture of her infected inner ears not so endearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are her One Year photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SOq5XCLTqfI/AAAAAAAAA-I/8SZi205PlLQ/s1600-h/Sep20_08A.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SOq5XZ2FImI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/HUts9qtnFzE/s1600-h/Sep20_08B.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Compared to William's One Year Photos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SOq5Xrk2VoI/AAAAAAAAA-g/R7tYkrOt1sk/s1600-h/010_10b.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SOq5XzVq96I/AAAAAAAAA-o/Tmi6ddamAwQ/s1600-h/011_11.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-1683658879054442784?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/1683658879054442784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=1683658879054442784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/1683658879054442784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/1683658879054442784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2008/10/ear-infection-again.html' title='Ear Infection, AGAIN'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SOq5XCLTqfI/AAAAAAAAA-I/8SZi205PlLQ/s72-c/Sep20_08A.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-1528914345574743413</id><published>2008-09-25T21:12:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T21:35:27.275-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad Day</title><content type='html'>This has been a sad couple of days.  Something has happened to my &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;baby&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Monday was her last bottle.&lt;br /&gt;No hiccups moving to the sippy cup.  Or going off formula.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday she started WALKING!&lt;br /&gt;Hello!  Please, someone, tell her she's growing too fast!  This is ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;She has the rest of her life to walk and be a big girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, ignoring ME and my sadness, what a big milestone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;She saw me, her face lit up with excitement, and then . . . she &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crawled &lt;/span&gt;to the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't understand why this is going so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNw8DZsjIcI/AAAAAAAAA94/vXXm1vNza7E/s1600-h/DSCN0797.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maddie, "Yesterday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;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"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maddie, "Today"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNw6wYrztUI/AAAAAAAAA9o/zUSDAWGJSMo/s1600-h/1+mo+A.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;William, "Yesterday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNw6w7g9NlI/AAAAAAAAA9w/VD2PF8quXIM/s1600-h/FH040010.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;William, "Today"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ughh, I'm going to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each stage is so wonderful, but each stage means they are a little closer to being . . . dare I say, a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;teenager&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-1528914345574743413?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/1528914345574743413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=1528914345574743413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/1528914345574743413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/1528914345574743413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2008/09/sad-day.html' title='Sad Day'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNw8DZsjIcI/AAAAAAAAA94/vXXm1vNza7E/s72-c/DSCN0797.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-4972014755136528908</id><published>2008-09-22T15:37:00.020-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T17:17:04.907-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A new job, 2 milestones and 2 birthdays</title><content type='html'>Nearly 2 months since my last post and some major changes have occurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Brad started a new job.  Big change.  8 weeks later and he really likes it.  Dare I say . . . he is excited!&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Milestone #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*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'.&lt;br /&gt;Below is a picture of his first day at school.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNf1yHFnNSI/AAAAAAAAA6g/lVT-I9bG_0I/s1600-h/DSCN2231.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Milestone #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*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'.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;This will soon come to an end.  I'm certain of it.&lt;br /&gt;This is a picture of Maddie after her salon debut with my hairstylist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNf4sa_uFRI/AAAAAAAAA6o/IY0y8Q2urVs/s1600-h/DSCN2242.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNf6odpV0DI/AAAAAAAAA6w/AEX2T6RCIjs/s1600-h/DSCN2247.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is on her 11 month birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNf7gceb9sI/AAAAAAAAA64/dkbG_lv3Ayg/s1600-h/DSCN2258.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNf728J27LI/AAAAAAAAA7A/IxFO9hjODxI/s1600-h/DSCN2266.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNf73UJA49I/AAAAAAAAA7I/JTKu0KeLhPs/s1600-h/img_1831B%26W.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Our last overnight trip to Orlando for the year, I fear.  Since rates hike up in the fall and in to the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William in the kids robe and slippers having coffee on the balcony.  Ignore my fabulous bed head please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNf-vVEu9tI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/8Ng7HQVgLp0/s1600-h/DSCN2284.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNf-vkMJDyI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/7cKqEQmAsbg/s1600-h/DSCN2270.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, dad, we let him pet the snake and alligator.  It seemed relatively safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNf-wM5lt3I/AAAAAAAAA7g/5FGF5Fvs3-0/s1600-h/DSCN2277.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;William and Brad went to the putting range.  Maddie and I watched.  She talked on the phone a bit :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNf-wlCKw6I/AAAAAAAAA7o/Ipb4REW5bbc/s1600-h/DSCN2273.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Birthday#1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* William turned 4.  SIGH.  We had a Kung Fu Panda party for him at the Y.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNgAeyO1wyI/AAAAAAAAA7w/S0k6tuO2x2s/s1600-h/DSC_0002b.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There were kids everywhere.  17 or 19 mostly 3 year olds.  It was pandamonium.  HaHa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNgH86osP0I/AAAAAAAAA8w/wP0emhEobVU/s1600-h/DSC_0010.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNgH9c9vPvI/AAAAAAAAA84/P7lyP2OC3kY/s1600-h/DSC_0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNgH975TiHI/AAAAAAAAA9A/zCcxi5LO3Bc/s1600-h/DSC_0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cake time.&lt;br /&gt;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!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNgH-nQdkfI/AAAAAAAAA9Q/jqyQxWR866E/s1600-h/DSC_0075.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lighting of the candles  . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNgIK_MrgBI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/ax12aloeXcg/s1600-h/DSC_0083.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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?".&lt;br /&gt;Yes, we let him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNgILLaubJI/AAAAAAAAA9g/utU0B2q5ZVM/s1600-h/DSC_0088.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Birthday #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Maddie, our little girl, my baby, turned one.  Cry.  Cry.  Sigh.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNgDt6ovybI/AAAAAAAAA74/FxMl6IUnhTQ/s1600-h/IMG_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We ate cupcakes.  I used this cupcake mold that makes a cake in the shape of a cupcake.  The kids had individual cupcakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNgDvPzu_OI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/_GNYlqfFQIA/s1600-h/IMG_0009b.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cupcake time for the birthday girl . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;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"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNgDuGSNIUI/AAAAAAAAA8A/wiHyWzf22QE/s1600-h/IMG_0087.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNgEOCt82UI/AAAAAAAAA8g/MtyJBdDNXJo/s1600-h/IMG_0095.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNgDup29eGI/AAAAAAAAA8I/k7levmR0v70/s1600-h/IMG_0153.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All sugared up and hipper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNgDu8suybI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/LSJRHmzDIOw/s1600-h/IMG_0171.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-4972014755136528908?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/4972014755136528908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=4972014755136528908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/4972014755136528908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/4972014755136528908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-job-2-milestones-and-2-birthdays.html' title='A new job, 2 milestones and 2 birthdays'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SNf1yHFnNSI/AAAAAAAAA6g/lVT-I9bG_0I/s72-c/DSCN2231.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-5749890574489211013</id><published>2008-08-01T08:04:00.041-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T15:05:05.925-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;With Brad on a 'work break' (see July 18th post) we're going on vacation to the tourist mecca.  Orlando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Day 1: Magic Kingdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed on property at the &lt;a href="http://disneyworld.disney.go.com/wdw/resorts/resortLanding?id=ContemporaryResortLandingPage"&gt;Contemporary Resort&lt;/a&gt; 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.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;*You can click on the pictures to see close ups*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSXy6zV_UI/AAAAAAAAAns/is9P287ff4A/s1600-h/DSCN2081.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center;"&gt;Us in front of Cinderella's castle.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJL8Pt35TNI/AAAAAAAAAjs/tR8BKyWuN5o/s1600-h/DSCN2082.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;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"&gt;  &lt;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"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJScBAlfQRI/AAAAAAAAAsE/O3N64TmnETA/s1600-h/DSCN2082.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Maddie right before dinner.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Day 2: Magic Kingdom . . . again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJL8P5j0vPI/AAAAAAAAAj0/WtvR-TC-vUw/s1600-h/DSCN2087.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;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"&gt;  &lt;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"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSXzqJcjqI/AAAAAAAAAn8/04_drI987Kw/s1600-h/DSCN2087.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brad and Madelyn heading up to ride Astro Orbiter.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJL8QfLiXMI/AAAAAAAAAj8/_0m03XBGF7k/s1600-h/DSCN2089.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;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"&gt;  &lt;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"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSX0bjE8QI/AAAAAAAAAoM/A27us4nqKus/s1600-h/DSCN2089.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brad and Madelyn (she's there, you just can't see her) on the Astro Orbiter.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJL8Q81_DII/AAAAAAAAAkE/i5tYjrLC_Jc/s1600-h/DSCN2088.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;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"&gt;  &lt;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"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSX0CNedjI/AAAAAAAAAoE/96AzdajCibk/s1600-h/DSCN2088.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;William getting ready for take off.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was the &lt;a href="http://disneyworld.disney.go.com/wdw/entertainment/entertainmentDetailResort?id=DisneysSpiritofAlohaDinnerShowEntertainmentPage"&gt;Luau at the Polynesian Resort&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Having been to several luaus in Hawaii, we were a bit skeptical. Will it be corny? Will it be Disney-fied?&lt;br /&gt;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 &lt;i&gt;not &lt;/i&gt;go to Hawaii for the food. We've had the &lt;b&gt;worst ever&lt;/b&gt; Caesar salad, pizza and steak in Hawaii. So a Disney luau had to be better cuisine.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJL8-ekMavI/AAAAAAAAAkM/lgl_J6gpwb0/s1600-h/DSCN2099.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;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"&gt;  &lt;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"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSYNR6rrZI/AAAAAAAAAoU/VNKBveSlhcU/s1600-h/DSCN2099.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Madelyn with a lei adorning her head.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJL8-nUTY5I/AAAAAAAAAkU/A8-17jt7zro/s1600-h/DSCN2100.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;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"&gt;  &lt;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"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSYOM9vdEI/AAAAAAAAAoc/qqzkJRhIAiI/s1600-h/DSCN2100.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brad and William acting silly. Just wait until the Pina Coladas come.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJL8--Yz8iI/AAAAAAAAAkc/VXofvHJA3KI/s1600-h/DSCN2101.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;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"&gt;  &lt;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"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSYOuqVRcI/AAAAAAAAAok/QRj_n2BkPHQ/s1600-h/DSCN2101.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMpVTSPDUI/AAAAAAAAAlc/wpPAuV-fgmU/s1600-h/DSCN2102.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;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"&gt;  &lt;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"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSYO-kWNmI/AAAAAAAAAos/4WV-r1pXCsI/s1600-h/DSCN2102.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Brad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMpV1cCt6I/AAAAAAAAAlk/lZP-ypL4Chs/s1600-h/DSCN2103.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;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"&gt;  &lt;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"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSYPMpDjTI/AAAAAAAAAo0/3mIFdJJDaoc/s1600-h/DSCN2103.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remember those Pina Coladas? Oh yes, the boys enjoyed the pineapple flavored slushies.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMGSXNactI/AAAAAAAAAk0/rxi4Q-whMhI/s1600-h/DSCN2107.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;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"&gt;  &lt;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"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSZDUbm9lI/AAAAAAAAAo8/JCxb_RJGHZk/s1600-h/DSCN2107.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They invited the kids up to the front to teach them one of the dances. William went.&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't all that interested though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSZD33XOpI/AAAAAAAAApE/taEZchEWr9g/s1600-h/DSCN2109.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSZEHH54nI/AAAAAAAAApM/BT-T315uwSY/s1600-h/DSCN2114.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSZErKbioI/AAAAAAAAApU/XWOQMP_XFgw/s1600-h/DSCN2116.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Family photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;   &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSZFKwr8dI/AAAAAAAAApc/pUW8i-XRe20/s1600-h/DSCN2117.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMGSXNactI/AAAAAAAAAk0/rxi4Q-whMhI/s1600-h/DSCN2107.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;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"&gt;  &lt;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"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMqwI1SzzI/AAAAAAAAAls/S4caBJFvTjc/s1600-h/DSCN2109.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMGTv9TA6I/AAAAAAAAAlE/wCdPLDQ28K4/s1600-h/DSCN2114.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;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"&gt;  &lt;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"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMGT5qCeSI/AAAAAAAAAlM/2qfjXN-53us/s1600-h/DSCN2116.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;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"&gt;  &lt;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"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Day 3: EPCOT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSZlf2eD-I/AAAAAAAAApk/Wbc-nqs1uH8/s1600-h/testtrack.png"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSMnnJqEmI/AAAAAAAAAnk/J6FSfdd5Smw/s1600-h/testtrack.png"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;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"&gt;  &lt;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"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2 rides on Test Track and the highlight for William is the display of GM cars &amp;amp; trucks after exiting the ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSZl0SfSZI/AAAAAAAAAps/ma6QrNq_bzI/s1600-h/DSCN2119.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSZmDKFlnI/AAAAAAAAAp0/uaeP0MzZg1Y/s1600-h/bandv.png"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMr98ifh0I/AAAAAAAAAl0/2mENzbI3K6Q/s1600-h/DSCN2119.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;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"&gt;  &lt;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"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Day 4: Dinner in EPCOT at Chefs de France&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMr-U3aggI/AAAAAAAAAl8/KsFwDmGaY5U/s1600-h/DSCN2123.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;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"&gt;  &lt;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"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSZmhxZVII/AAAAAAAAAp8/nAmTGVCccG4/s1600-h/DSCN2123.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Working our way to EPCOT via the Boardwalk.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMr_KblRlI/AAAAAAAAAmE/BC0kjbUVNMM/s1600-h/DSCN2124.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;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"&gt;  &lt;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"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSZnAZ3slI/AAAAAAAAAqE/l19hzmA2C_c/s1600-h/DSCN2124.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMr_jUzWsI/AAAAAAAAAmM/pU1Do0G-uCo/s1600-h/DSCN2128.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;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"&gt;  &lt;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"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSaLee5BCI/AAAAAAAAAqM/5HSiGtflask/s1600-h/DSCN2128.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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! :)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMsAg1h9LI/AAAAAAAAAmU/Nq35Mez3iss/s1600-h/DSCN2132.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;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"&gt;  &lt;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"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSaLnrKp9I/AAAAAAAAAqU/xd6SXVA3qEU/s1600-h/DSCN2132.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My martini was completely drained out of this plastic martini glass. But she sure did enjoy playing with it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMuJgWM_rI/AAAAAAAAAmc/ETKWiQ95CoY/s1600-h/DSCN2142.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;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"&gt;  &lt;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"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSaMDJi_YI/AAAAAAAAAqc/kx2G3krjj-w/s1600-h/DSCN2142.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Okay - here is something crazy. William eating the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Escargot"&gt;escargot&lt;/a&gt;. 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.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Day 5: Pool Day - all day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSaMQu8-pI/AAAAAAAAAqk/S8CNHyQYcI8/s1600-h/DSCN2143.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMuKU6GmWI/AAAAAAAAAmk/hVkJGXev38Q/s1600-h/DSCN2143.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;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"&gt;  &lt;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"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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."&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Day 6: MGM – oh sorry . . . name change - Disney’s Hollywood Studios - old habits die hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;William had seen all the billboards for Toy Story Mania.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s a 4D ride through midway-style games.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The vehicles have spring action shooters where you throw virtual projectiles at targets to rack up the points on the games.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s very cool.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Madelyn even enjoyed pulling on the string on the shooters.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Though amidst the twirling around to the next game, she did fall over a few times.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No worse for the wear.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After the ride, William went to take a few photos with Buzz and Woody.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSaNN4dmKI/AAAAAAAAAqs/7ni9eJEU0qA/s1600-h/DSCN2148.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMuK6Xx3oI/AAAAAAAAAms/xDfDOl9YvNU/s1600-h/DSCN2148.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;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"&gt;  &lt;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"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMuL5MsuXI/AAAAAAAAAm0/0e55h6FpIZ8/s1600-h/DSCN2153b.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;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"&gt;  &lt;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"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSa16CF2WI/AAAAAAAAAq0/3bdbsvDbqqE/s1600-h/DSCN2153b.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Again, the backdrop is Woody’s bed.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I think it’s a very cool setup.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Day 7: Another pool day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;No photos to share.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I had to list the day.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It would bother me to not list every day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Day 8:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;EPCOT and off to the Ritz&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We rode Spaceship Earth.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That would be the big ball below.  And took a bunch of pics with some characters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSa2NPvAOI/AAAAAAAAAq8/YPr4A4j33U0/s1600-h/epcot072808.png"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSa2cnM5oI/AAAAAAAAArE/23WqMCBaUQY/s1600-h/epcotB072808.png"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No . . . we're not the characters.  Those are to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSa2r3AadI/AAAAAAAAArM/b1Hhrvt4Dfw/s1600-h/epcotC072808.png"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSMmnOoACI/AAAAAAAAAnM/D9ap_fg5reE/s1600-h/epcot072808.png"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;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"&gt;  &lt;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"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSMmyrDqkI/AAAAAAAAAnU/WQrtE2nIOb4/s1600-h/epcotB072808.png"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;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"&gt;  &lt;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"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSMnBi4C2I/AAAAAAAAAnc/hFFt4m3PWqo/s1600-h/epcotC072808.png"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids and I waited in an HOUR long line to take photos with some 'big names'.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;While I wrangled the 2 kids in the line for an HOUR, Brad went on a “Behind the Seeds” tour in The Land.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lots of talk about Hydroponics.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Something Brad is interested in since it has to do with new possibilities in farming.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He enjoys growing herbs and flowers and the technology Disney is researching interests him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Since an hour of my life is gone for the pics, I thought I'd attach as many as this blog would hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSa26iQRBI/AAAAAAAAArU/TXR4Aa6LZrA/s1600-h/mickey072808.png"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;William and Maddie with Mickey.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSbZyULTSI/AAAAAAAAArk/V8WivUUqPbo/s1600-h/minnie072808.png"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William and Minnie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSbaJyhjWI/AAAAAAAAArs/05TtuyuN2vs/s1600-h/minnieB072808.png"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSbaUU5N2I/AAAAAAAAAr0/e0KiIQzX3Bc/s1600-h/pluto072808.png"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;William watching Madelyn frantically trying to get away from Pluto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSbZQl7HBI/AAAAAAAAArc/zjn9s80FqT4/s1600-h/goofy072808.png"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maddie and Goofy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSbahWQPyI/AAAAAAAAAr8/SkDoKnV_AYM/s1600-h/goofyB072808.png"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;William and Goofy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJMuN1WhT0I/AAAAAAAAAm8/3JHfxZUMpxc/s1600-h/DSCN2155.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;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"&gt;  &lt;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"&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Day 9 &amp;amp; 10: Ritz&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why is it I feel nostalgic when we go to the Ritz?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s not like I grew up going there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But I thoroughly enjoy every moment when we’re there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We used to like to count how many times the employees would say, “My pleasure”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We’ve lost count.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;We rode Surrey bikes at Sunset. &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSleV0SqpI/AAAAAAAAAsM/dpJE8n-sgVs/s1600-h/DSCN2179.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad &amp;amp; William played &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bocce"&gt;Bocce ball&lt;/a&gt; while Maddie and I watched.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Brad &amp;amp; William spent a couple hours one morning on the driving range and putting green.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Brad &amp;amp; I took turns getting treatments at the spa.  Always a winner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; We played in the pool.   &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSmHp3rThI/AAAAAAAAAtM/JfR9_wGmyiA/s1600-h/DSCN2215.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSlez1OYsI/AAAAAAAAAsU/uQMla6lq1C8/s1600-h/DSCN2181.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSmH6b8ttI/AAAAAAAAAtU/2lnRrV8Wv4E/s1600-h/DSCN2221.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSmjWT3kpI/AAAAAAAAAtc/--ugusUrk_U/s1600-h/DSCN2225.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And enjoyed the lazy river.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSlfkB6JXI/AAAAAAAAAsc/jokuJUcQDrA/s1600-h/DSCN2183.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSlgLCmWRI/AAAAAAAAAsk/LsERjWSxtnA/s1600-h/DSCN2191.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night Brad got &lt;a href="http://www.flipperspizzeria.com/"&gt;Flipper’s Pizza&lt;/a&gt; (the best pizza around –NYC-kind-of-good) and we ate it on the lawn as the sun set.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;William watched a DVD&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSlgsF2JzI/AAAAAAAAAss/EM-cnABlu2I/s1600-h/DSCN2194.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and Maddie ate what she could get her hands on (balls, leaves/grass, pizza bone, etc.)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSmGhdJ_0I/AAAAAAAAAs0/x4pK1LquFdM/s1600-h/DSCN2198.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSmG0DbASI/AAAAAAAAAs8/xSueAQpkheA/s1600-h/DSCN2200.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSmHE66YBI/AAAAAAAAAtE/cN354anCEfY/s1600-h/DSCN2205.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and Brad &amp;amp; I enjoyed a great Merlot.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Day 11:&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Pass-a-grill Beach&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We joined my parents at the beach for one last day of vacation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The kids had a great time playing in the sand.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;William built and destroyed a sort of ‘sand mountain’.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Madelyn ate the sand mountain.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSnN7Y8MwI/AAAAAAAAAts/uTDZ2cJrUDI/s1600-h/DSCN2227.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Dinner at &lt;a href="http://www.crabbybills.com/"&gt;Crabby Bill's&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=""&gt;All in all – a great impromptu family vacation.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now back to reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-5749890574489211013?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/5749890574489211013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=5749890574489211013' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/5749890574489211013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/5749890574489211013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2008/08/vacation.html' title='Vacation'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJSXy6zV_UI/AAAAAAAAAns/is9P287ff4A/s72-c/DSCN2081.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-5873587382021974052</id><published>2008-07-23T21:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T21:50:40.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wedding Bells</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJJqvaCEOII/AAAAAAAAAjE/Pe4MbgWQpQU/s1600-h/DSCN2065.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our friends got married last weekend.  It was a very sweet ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;Our little guy was their ring bearer.  Here are a couple pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJJqvaCEOII/AAAAAAAAAjE/Pe4MbgWQpQU/s1600-h/DSCN2065.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;William all decked out in his rented tuxedo.  Boy, it's fun to try to get a 3 year old in formal wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJJqv2_03mI/AAAAAAAAAjM/euC56NOII_c/s1600-h/DSCN2069.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;William, Ashley and Adam &amp;amp; Katie Parham :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJJqwWHhyFI/AAAAAAAAAjU/1fr179JlBdQ/s1600-h/DSCN2071.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-5873587382021974052?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/5873587382021974052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=5873587382021974052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/5873587382021974052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/5873587382021974052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2008/07/wedding-bells.html' title='Wedding Bells'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SJJqvaCEOII/AAAAAAAAAjE/Pe4MbgWQpQU/s72-c/DSCN2065.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-2935230991462424323</id><published>2008-07-18T21:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T22:00:56.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons passing</title><content type='html'>A 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.&lt;br /&gt;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?&lt;br /&gt;God has another plan.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;And He has.&lt;br /&gt;Brad will start his new job at the beginning of August.  So for the next 2 1/2 weeks what will we do?&lt;br /&gt;What we love to do.&lt;br /&gt;Go on vacation.&lt;br /&gt;It does seem appropriate.  Like a celebration.  Saying good bye to the old and looking forward with excitement and anticipation for what lies ahead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-2935230991462424323?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/2935230991462424323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=2935230991462424323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/2935230991462424323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/2935230991462424323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2008/07/seasons-passing.html' title='Seasons passing'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-7728843570309990273</id><published>2008-07-17T08:21:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T12:53:56.281-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Dedication</title><content type='html'>Sunday we had Madelyn dedicated at church.  It was a very sweet time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SH86RTH3fZI/AAAAAAAAAiM/HuDFEsVuwog/s1600-h/IMG_0013.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SH86PhR11oI/AAAAAAAAAiE/2CvhuXyRRnA/s1600-h/DSCN2061.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SH86ScqhGYI/AAAAAAAAAiU/ZXv55LLdTzU/s1600-h/IMG_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SH869WgKR0I/AAAAAAAAAi0/3kEETlthzYQ/s1600-h/IMG_0029.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SH869l-1OmI/AAAAAAAAAi8/rYkY6MtLeGE/s1600-h/IMG_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-7728843570309990273?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/7728843570309990273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=7728843570309990273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/7728843570309990273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/7728843570309990273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2008/07/baby-dedication.html' title='Baby Dedication'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SH86RTH3fZI/AAAAAAAAAiM/HuDFEsVuwog/s72-c/IMG_0013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-2177920234094301270</id><published>2008-06-24T01:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T01:22:00.229-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ring Bearer Video</title><content type='html'>Here's a short video of William's first performance as ring bearer.&lt;br /&gt;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.  Something we'll of course share at his own wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3365ac4f1f2cc230" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3365ac4f1f2cc230%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330117283%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1A27328F7505CBDFD947FFE414D627646DFAB6B5.74DC2725FC459890E743C7AD4C858A9B820CF3A0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3365ac4f1f2cc230%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaTuFvC3KH9GtE5Cx6ifyyPoP5Vc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3365ac4f1f2cc230%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330117283%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1A27328F7505CBDFD947FFE414D627646DFAB6B5.74DC2725FC459890E743C7AD4C858A9B820CF3A0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3365ac4f1f2cc230%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaTuFvC3KH9GtE5Cx6ifyyPoP5Vc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-2177920234094301270?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3365ac4f1f2cc230&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/2177920234094301270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=2177920234094301270' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/2177920234094301270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/2177920234094301270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2008/06/ring-bearer-video.html' title='Ring Bearer Video'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-9109025189822378987</id><published>2008-06-23T08:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T09:01:52.448-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mount Vernon</title><content type='html'>A couple weeks ago we went to Brad's nephew's wedding in Mt Vernon, IL.  William was the ring bearer.&lt;br /&gt;It's the first time either of the kids have been up there &amp;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went for a week so we got to spend a lot of time with Brad's brother and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day we went on the boat.  As  you can see, William got to help uncle Steve drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF7z6lLwvcI/AAAAAAAAAbc/bqyHpdUn1m0/s1600-h/DSCN1940.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF7z7AJ_ypI/AAAAAAAAAbk/O5ED5XLCp8k/s1600-h/DSCN1941.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF7z7XDEmJI/AAAAAAAAAbs/mBprL1HDlx8/s1600-h/DSCN1932.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day we drove 30 minutes south to visit the town where my dad grew up.  We hit the places that I remember most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF72mPfU-HI/AAAAAAAAAcc/qc2IY9qrPSs/s1600-h/DSCN1956.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The house my grandparents owned when my sister &amp;amp; I were kids.  We'd spend a couple weeks each summer there playing with our cousins.  Good memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The church my grandparents attended and my grandfather helped build.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And then . . . the donut shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF72R6sKW0I/AAAAAAAAAcU/b84CSL6PD58/s1600-h/DSCN1954.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We of course, had to partake in the "cream horn".&lt;br /&gt;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 . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF72QcvDy2I/AAAAAAAAAb0/Mh1rZaKhnDI/s1600-h/DSCN1946.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Yea, that WAS mine.  You can have it now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF72Q6uJZSI/AAAAAAAAAb8/fLQpe0mgycE/s1600-h/DSCN1947.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Mom, give me more!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF72RP40UYI/AAAAAAAAAcE/JAwpmqn7Yug/s1600-h/DSCN1950.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Not enough.  More"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF72RpZ_08I/AAAAAAAAAcM/dd3hyX17sgA/s1600-h/DSCN1953.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;William's sugar crash from this little stop was HORRIBLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, I said this trip was a totally new experience.  Besides the lake &amp;amp; boat trip - another new experience was the farm across the street from my brother-in-law's house.  He took Brad &amp;amp; William over to feed the cows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF75Olik3QI/AAAAAAAAAck/kL0iXcOFSpY/s1600-h/DSCN1961.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF75O98sHwI/AAAAAAAAAcs/iB5D0yGyGE0/s1600-h/DSCN1962.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF75PA_pHYI/AAAAAAAAAc0/Y-kXER8fohA/s1600-h/DSCN1967.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF75PaGwc6I/AAAAAAAAAc8/L_fA2J2GX0o/s1600-h/DSCN1968crop.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF75Pp3BVqI/AAAAAAAAAdE/gF456oHQU8E/s1600-h/DSCN1976.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF76o0m_W6I/AAAAAAAAAdM/ZEKnu9gkfNw/s1600-h/DSCN1978.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF76pq_alFI/AAAAAAAAAdU/X9_aBswMUig/s1600-h/DSCN1979.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday finally arrived.  This was William's first time in a tux.  How handsome he looked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF793E0m2wI/AAAAAAAAAdc/nfWnCSo5FEA/s1600-h/img00009.jpg"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"This ring bearer stuff is tough"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;He did not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know my son.  He is a handful &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; a nap.  Given the time of the ceremony &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;+ no nap&lt;/span&gt; . . . it could have been worse.&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF793rIyPEI/AAAAAAAAAdk/3ZcKGfWrgDE/s1600-h/DSCN1983.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ring bearer and his family.&lt;br /&gt;Maddie slept through the ceremony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF7933fuhmI/AAAAAAAAAds/SBZ8NoA028Q/s1600-h/DSCN1985.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At the family luncheon on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Brad's family (the newlyweds - Zane &amp;amp; Matt, us, Steve &amp;amp; Debbie, and Brittney).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-9109025189822378987?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/9109025189822378987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=9109025189822378987' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/9109025189822378987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/9109025189822378987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2008/06/mount-vernon.html' title='Mount Vernon'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF7z6lLwvcI/AAAAAAAAAbc/bqyHpdUn1m0/s72-c/DSCN1940.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-224224059438037099</id><published>2008-06-22T16:03:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T21:57:54.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Completed</title><content type='html'>My mother's mother was a great seamstress.&lt;br /&gt;My mother was a great seamstress.  (I say "was" because she hasn't glanced in the direction of a sewing machine in 10 years ;)&lt;br /&gt;One might think I could sew.  Or at least possess the talent to sew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a good completer.  I start many a-things.  I finish very few.&lt;br /&gt;*My honeymoon scrapbook - not completed.&lt;br /&gt;*Our scrapbook of fabulous vacations before children - not completed.&lt;br /&gt;*My son's first year baby book - not completed.&lt;br /&gt;*Home projects - started, not finished.&lt;br /&gt;*Every women's bible study (except Daniel) - started with great enthusiasm, not completed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF6zN7Ub6vI/AAAAAAAAAbE/4ND6NzOegPY/s1600-h/DSCN2035.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF6zObvZR0I/AAAAAAAAAbM/C25k9m7yO2E/s1600-h/DSCN2025.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF6zOnmU4YI/AAAAAAAAAbU/nClYtS3B8es/s1600-h/DSCN2027.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-224224059438037099?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/224224059438037099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=224224059438037099' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/224224059438037099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/224224059438037099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2008/06/project-completed.html' title='Project Completed'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF6zN7Ub6vI/AAAAAAAAAbE/4ND6NzOegPY/s72-c/DSCN2035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-6737285667963645374</id><published>2008-06-17T22:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T22:09:26.388-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day</title><content type='html'>We 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband is a great spouse.  And he is a great dad.  You can tell his children love him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF8FoLyjp1I/AAAAAAAAAd0/onzF-giCWgM/s1600-h/DSCN2014.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF8ForgmO5I/AAAAAAAAAd8/TGp0kwoS7sE/s1600-h/DSCN2015.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-6737285667963645374?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/6737285667963645374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=6737285667963645374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/6737285667963645374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/6737285667963645374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF8FoLyjp1I/AAAAAAAAAd0/onzF-giCWgM/s72-c/DSCN2014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-1400570532324608935</id><published>2008-05-31T22:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T22:21:09.282-04:00</updated><title type='text'>6 years and counting</title><content type='html'>We just celebrated our sixth wedding anniversary.  We took a long weekend and enjoyed being &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF8G3QbzW0I/AAAAAAAAAeE/ubkkvXYoTmc/s1600-h/DSCN1904.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On our way to dinner &amp;amp; fireworks at EPCOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We relaxed at the spa for several days.  Fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF8G3lmcBFI/AAAAAAAAAeM/3FVj2FveZjc/s1600-h/DSCN1910.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF8G4GXYYvI/AAAAAAAAAeU/7g_ijQHwmdM/s1600-h/DSCN1911.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF8G4eUEMEI/AAAAAAAAAec/ErrDt60WTKg/s1600-h/DSCN1913.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brad &amp;amp; me with the chefs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-1400570532324608935?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/1400570532324608935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=1400570532324608935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/1400570532324608935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/1400570532324608935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2008/05/6-years-and-counting.html' title='6 years and counting'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SF8G3QbzW0I/AAAAAAAAAeE/ubkkvXYoTmc/s72-c/DSCN1904.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-1652978745990049527</id><published>2008-05-06T16:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T17:06:21.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Milestones</title><content type='html'>Our little girl is moving along so good, now 7 months old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics of Maddie trying her hardest to crawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SCDHodA26oI/AAAAAAAAAak/PYKiWTLxqSM/s1600-h/DSCN1806.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SCDHo9A26pI/AAAAAAAAAas/kWOGxApGDC8/s1600-h/DSCN1808.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SCDHpNA26qI/AAAAAAAAAa0/oyQXCKaYlDk/s1600-h/DSCN1807.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SCDHptA26rI/AAAAAAAAAa8/-7IgHp1yCHI/s1600-h/DSCN1809.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-1652978745990049527?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/1652978745990049527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=1652978745990049527' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/1652978745990049527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/1652978745990049527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2008/05/milestones.html' title='Milestones'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SCDHodA26oI/AAAAAAAAAak/PYKiWTLxqSM/s72-c/DSCN1806.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-1635369898482817148</id><published>2008-05-05T16:06:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T16:50:09.672-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhh, Home Sweet Home</title><content type='html'>Have 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."&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;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;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EPCOT &lt;/span&gt;"FLOWER &amp;amp; GARDEN SHOW" &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;PICTURES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9sItA26bI/AAAAAAAAAY8/0h38dSidGb4/s1600-h/DSCN1838.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brad and William taking time to smell the flowers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9sJdA26cI/AAAAAAAAAZE/hy-5W4LE1TU/s1600-h/DSCN1839.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Maddie in front of the giant butterfly made out of flowers.  This was at the entrance to the 'Butterfly Garden'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9sJ9A26dI/AAAAAAAAAZM/zSAhRjlTxXg/s1600-h/DSCN1845.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the hundreds of butterflies inside the "Butterfly Garden".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9sKdA26eI/AAAAAAAAAZU/o6-AJ28pnkI/s1600-h/DSCN1853.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;MAGIC KINGDOM PHOTOS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9uvNA26fI/AAAAAAAAAZc/jbdqO-PVpdk/s1600-h/DSCN1854.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In front of Cinderella's Castle&lt;br /&gt;(Click on the picture to zoom in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9uvdA26gI/AAAAAAAAAZk/reDwFfieQd8/s1600-h/DSCN1855.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Family photo shot at the wishing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;William's FIRST COCA-COLA!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9uv9A26hI/AAAAAAAAAZs/eMHb4tfx_SE/s1600-h/DSCN1856.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is Brad asking, "Where is my Coke!!!???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who have spent time with William know that he and sugar don't mix.&lt;br /&gt;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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9uwNA26iI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/EiB1I-hWjfs/s1600-h/DSCN1857.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is William's answer to Brad, "Right here in my belly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;William's first time on Thunder Mountain Railroad . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9xQdA26lI/AAAAAAAAAaM/pRVtXgOQ46g/s1600-h/DSCN1858.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;On the way up the ramp to Thunder Mountain Railroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9xQ9A26mI/AAAAAAAAAaU/deUgfFbTYwM/s1600-h/DSCN1859.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Almost to the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9xRNA26nI/AAAAAAAAAac/BHgV7Cnotfc/s1600-h/DSCN1860.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Not so excited now that he's on the ride.  But we did it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-1635369898482817148?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/1635369898482817148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=1635369898482817148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/1635369898482817148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/1635369898482817148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2008/05/ahhhh-home-sweet-home.html' title='Ahhhh, Home Sweet Home'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9sItA26bI/AAAAAAAAAY8/0h38dSidGb4/s72-c/DSCN1838.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-9145528099847878076</id><published>2008-05-02T15:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T16:16:54.517-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Miami Pics</title><content type='html'>Pics 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.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9oi9A26XI/AAAAAAAAAYc/cAtrqyLeImQ/s1600-h/DSCN1823.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brad and his babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9nN9A26WI/AAAAAAAAAYU/A6qeISrLFVw/s1600-h/DSCN1820.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the South Beach boardwalk.  This is not a new hair style for me . . . the wind was blowing pretty hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9ojNA26YI/AAAAAAAAAYk/Ff-KDtSow3k/s1600-h/DSCN1826.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The view in the morning from our room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9nMNA26SI/AAAAAAAAAX0/bCQLalWstTw/s1600-h/DSCN1812.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;William kept entertained in the pool.  Whether it was making friends with German girls or playing with buckets - he thoroughly enjoyed the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9ojtA26ZI/AAAAAAAAAYs/M5lHnAyqEx0/s1600-h/DSCN1828.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While big brother played, Maddie discovered bubbles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9oj9A26aI/AAAAAAAAAY0/N_kv82pGuNw/s1600-h/DSCN1833.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9nM9A26TI/AAAAAAAAAX8/j3Wgg1a8LD8/s1600-h/DSCN1813.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ready.  Set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9nNdA26UI/AAAAAAAAAYE/caC8oL_ldUI/s1600-h/DSCN1814.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jump!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9nNtA26VI/AAAAAAAAAYM/TbDi8y3pKmg/s1600-h/DSCN1816.JPG"&gt;&lt;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" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The evening air was too cool for me and Maddie so we sat on the deck and watched the boys play in the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-9145528099847878076?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/9145528099847878076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=9145528099847878076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/9145528099847878076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/9145528099847878076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2008/05/miami-pics.html' title='Miami Pics'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SB9oi9A26XI/AAAAAAAAAYc/cAtrqyLeImQ/s72-c/DSCN1823.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-7557212624820138181</id><published>2008-04-30T20:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T21:35:52.904-04:00</updated><title type='text'>South Beach</title><content type='html'>So here we are in Miami.  Brad called yesterday afternoon and said he couldn’t come home until the end of the week.  So within an hour and twenty minutes I had me and 2 kids packed and we made the 5-hour trek.  We rolled in to South Beach at 11PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me just tell you, Madelyn cried more on our little road trip than she has cried combined in the last 10 days.  Mainly, thanks to her big brother.  She would dose off to a pleasant slumber and then he’d ‘boop’ her nose or start singing incredibly loud.  All to wake her up.  And he succeeded.  And she through a fit.  This happened no less than 5 times.  And, oh my, her protest lasted 20+ minutes EACH time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my little chatter box.  For the first 45 minutes he talked incessantly.  Talked about his dad.  Talked about the hotel (he LOVES hotels).  Talked about the time PopPop and MiMi took him and SoSo to the lazy river hotel and he squirted someone with water.  Then wanted to know if we were at the hotel yet.  Then wanted to know if it was getting dark.  Then back to dad.  Where was he?  Where are we?  “I want my daddy.”  Yes, buddy, I want your daddy too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the TALKING and crying and 5 hour drive . . . we arrived.  It’s so nice to be together as a family.  Even if it is in a hotel room.  We’re with Brad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the day has been so nice.  William swam for 3 hours.  Never tiring.  He sort of made friends with these 2 grade school sisters.  I say ‘sort of’ because they didn’t speak English and W doesn’t understand the language concept.  I tried explaining how he learns Spanish in school and we speak English.  But, you know, he’s 3.  The older one kept saying, “I don’t speak English”.  It didn’t stop him.  He kept talking to them and following them around.  Somehow they figured it out.  The talking ceased and the copying began.  One would jump a certain way in the water.  The other would copy.  One would do a trick in the water.  The other would copy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know where I got to be (excluding the first 45 minutes)?  Sitting in the sun stretched out on a beach chair.  Oh, yes.  Tanning.   It was so nice.  Maddie asleep.  William capable in the pool and fully occupied.  And me, I’ll say it again, tanning.  2 hours of South Beach rays made the 5-hour trek all worth it.  I even got some reading done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad got back and we had dinner by the pool with the ocean crashing into the beach behind us.  It was beautiful.  Then the boys swam and the girls cuddled under a pool towel.  Just lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully a repeat of the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-7557212624820138181?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/7557212624820138181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=7557212624820138181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/7557212624820138181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/7557212624820138181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2008/04/south-beach.html' title='South Beach'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-5621368857340542276</id><published>2008-04-28T16:45:00.019-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T14:35:27.009-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Young Love</title><content type='html'>This past week 2 friends announced their engagement to wonderful women. We could not be happier for these guys! One of them was telling us how he proposed and as he recounted the event he was noticeably flighty and shaky yet smiling and excited all at the same time. How wonderful young love is. Not to be confused with their age - I'm not saying that - just that new fresh love. Hearing their love story and their excitement while talking about their future life mates makes me nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;I think back to when Brad &amp;amp; I met. The butterflies. The nervous sweat. How exciting it was just to talk on the phone with him. The first time we held hands. Our first date. Our engagement and how he 'popped the question'. Our perfect wedding day and incredible honeymoon.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't go back.  Our life is great.  But those were good times that I don't often sit around and daydream about.  I went through a bunch of old photos and loved reminiscing.  Here are some highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SBZ3RtA257I/AAAAAAAAAU8/1CywI40Q-zI/s1600-h/wereskiing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SBZ3RtA257I/AAAAAAAAAU8/1CywI40Q-zI/s320/wereskiing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194470366243121074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Skiing in CO on a Singles Trip while we were dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SBZ3R9A258I/AAAAAAAAAVE/jGDfjwA3ZMk/s1600-h/castle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SBZ3R9A258I/AAAAAAAAAVE/jGDfjwA3ZMk/s320/castle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194470370538088386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Magic Kingdom day trip while we were dating.  I kept expecting him to propose while at Disney.  Thankfully, he didn't.  I thought his proposal site was perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SBZ3RNA256I/AAAAAAAAAU0/4wONnrAV-eY/s1600-h/boat2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SBZ3RNA256I/AAAAAAAAAU0/4wONnrAV-eY/s320/boat2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194470357653186466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brad proposed on a boat trip in Naples.  At sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SBZ3SdA259I/AAAAAAAAAVM/ZEev0YUpVGc/s1600-h/ceremony.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SBZ3SdA259I/AAAAAAAAAVM/ZEev0YUpVGc/s320/ceremony.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194470379128022994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our wedding - 6 weeks later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SBZ3SdA25-I/AAAAAAAAAVU/Kn3Mh_IMC_Q/s1600-h/us+formal+out.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SBZ3SdA25-I/AAAAAAAAAVU/Kn3Mh_IMC_Q/s320/us+formal+out.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194470379128023010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;another wedding pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Honeymoon Photos&lt;/span&gt; - 5 years and 11 months ago . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SBZ5r9A26AI/AAAAAAAAAVk/u5faNcRK6BQ/s1600-h/trevyfountain.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SBZ5r9A26AI/AAAAAAAAAVk/u5faNcRK6BQ/s320/trevyfountain.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194473016237942786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trevi Fountain in Roma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SBZ5sdA26BI/AAAAAAAAAVs/nJ2hkTpDEI0/s1600-h/PICT0163b.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SBZ5sdA26BI/AAAAAAAAAVs/nJ2hkTpDEI0/s320/PICT0163b.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194473024827877394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Colosseum in Roma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SBZ5rdA25_I/AAAAAAAAAVc/iIpg_36uffI/s1600-h/piza.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SBZ5rdA25_I/AAAAAAAAAVc/iIpg_36uffI/s320/piza.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194473007648008178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pisa.  That would be the leaning tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Great times.  But nearly 6 years later - we've had even more memorable ones.  Just to name a few . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SBaI3NA26RI/AAAAAAAAAXs/55x8lfheoFQ/s1600-h/IMGA0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SBaI3NA26RI/AAAAAAAAAXs/55x8lfheoFQ/s320/IMGA0070.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194489702185888018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2005 - Rockefeller Center, NYC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SBaI2tA26PI/AAAAAAAAAXc/ltIZ6juZl3o/s1600-h/C0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SBaI2tA26PI/AAAAAAAAAXc/ltIZ6juZl3o/s320/C0018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194489693595953394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2006 - our new found friends from &lt;a href="http://www.fagiolari.it/"&gt;cooking school&lt;/a&gt; in Tuscany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SBaI29A26QI/AAAAAAAAAXk/HMAy5-aEy-A/s1600-h/PICT2157crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SBaI29A26QI/AAAAAAAAAXk/HMAy5-aEy-A/s320/PICT2157crop.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194489697890920706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2006 - Tuscany&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SBaI3NA26RI/AAAAAAAAAXs/55x8lfheoFQ/s1600-h/IMGA0070.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SBaI2NA26NI/AAAAAAAAAXM/FXegHzO1lCc/s1600-h/Picture+013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SBaI2NA26NI/AAAAAAAAAXM/FXegHzO1lCc/s320/Picture+013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194489685006018770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2007 - Sunrise at 10K feet above sea level on top of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Haleakala_crater.jpg"&gt;Haleakala &lt;/a&gt;in Maui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SBaI2dA26OI/AAAAAAAAAXU/3CNqJBWev_I/s1600-h/scan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SBaI2dA26OI/AAAAAAAAAXU/3CNqJBWev_I/s320/scan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194489689300986082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2007 - Maui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, of course,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SBaB_tA26MI/AAAAAAAAAXE/3vsQDFDTjOI/s1600-h/DSCN1418.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SBaB_tA26MI/AAAAAAAAAXE/3vsQDFDTjOI/s320/DSCN1418.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194482151633381570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SBaAyNA26KI/AAAAAAAAAW0/CFr1TN765QI/s1600-h/DSCN1496crop.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SBaAyNA26KI/AAAAAAAAAW0/CFr1TN765QI/s320/DSCN1496crop.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194480820193519778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SBaAxtA26II/AAAAAAAAAWk/ThzNDWPpghg/s1600-h/DSCN1488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SBaAxtA26II/AAAAAAAAAWk/ThzNDWPpghg/s320/DSCN1488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194480811603585154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SBaAx9A26JI/AAAAAAAAAWs/PEumQmU9Quc/s1600-h/DSCN1403.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SBaAx9A26JI/AAAAAAAAAWs/PEumQmU9Quc/s320/DSCN1403.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194480815898552466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I was feeling nostalgic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;To our soon-to-be-wed friends:  &lt;/span&gt;We wish you many wonderful moments that you too will blog about!!!  We can't wait to see what your future holds (though William is praying for 'baby Moses' for the Fall bride &amp;amp; groom.  I know, a bit premature.  No baby prayers for the Summer couple . . . yet.)!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-5621368857340542276?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/5621368857340542276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=5621368857340542276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/5621368857340542276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/5621368857340542276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2008/04/young-love.html' title='Young Love'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SBZ3RtA257I/AAAAAAAAAU8/1CywI40Q-zI/s72-c/wereskiing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-5277907923342249100</id><published>2008-04-18T22:04:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T23:06:35.908-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blink</title><content type='html'>I blinked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened?  Where did the time go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little boy is now telling &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me &lt;/span&gt;where to stand when we're kicking the ball back and forth.&lt;br /&gt;He tries to negotiate and bargain with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me &lt;/span&gt;to get his way.  I'll tell him the plan for the morning is to take a bath, then he can watch TV.  He'll respond, "Mom, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;here's &lt;/span&gt;the plan.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;First&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;we watch TV, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;then &lt;/span&gt;we'll take a bath."&lt;br /&gt;When my dad picks him up to go to dinner, my dad will say - Hey, let's go to Chick-fil-a. William responds with, "No. No. No. I wanna go to Macaroni Grill!" (Where do you think they end up?)&lt;br /&gt;He has full conversations with my parents or Brad on the phone. Often communicating, in no uncertain terms, that they need to return home NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SAleoiWgrXI/AAAAAAAAAUc/1akiBZLbc24/s1600-h/DSCN1783.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SAleoiWgrXI/AAAAAAAAAUc/1akiBZLbc24/s320/DSCN1783.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190784096030207346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He takes breaks in the bathroom to "catch up" on reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SAlepCWgrYI/AAAAAAAAAUk/IVyvuJlR4Tw/s1600-h/DSCN1708.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SAlepCWgrYI/AAAAAAAAAUk/IVyvuJlR4Tw/s320/DSCN1708.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190784104620141954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SAlgqSWgrZI/AAAAAAAAAUs/ZWicT1uTA9g/s1600-h/arch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SAlgqSWgrZI/AAAAAAAAAUs/ZWicT1uTA9g/s320/arch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190786325118234002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This morning he and my dad went to McD for breakfast.  My dad said that when they got inside, W shot off into a different direction than he.  W apparently hollered over his shoulder, "You get the dinner, I'll get the table."  Think he's heard that one before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-5277907923342249100?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/5277907923342249100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=5277907923342249100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/5277907923342249100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/5277907923342249100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2008/04/blink.html' title='Blink'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SAleoiWgrXI/AAAAAAAAAUc/1akiBZLbc24/s72-c/DSCN1783.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-6707737494340063650</id><published>2008-04-17T11:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T12:00:42.229-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Potty training turned bad</title><content type='html'>W started potty training at 23 months.  There were compromises we made to get him trained because he was so young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were very motivated b/c the childcare on the cruise we were taking when he would be 25 months was open to potty trained children. At least that was the quote on the website. It ended up not being true - but he was still trained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to the compromises. We would allow William (at the time it was cute - to us) to potty outside if necessary. We'd be on our way somewhere, he'd have the urge - and we'd jerk to the side of the road and let him relieve himself. Well, the down side is . . . 18 months later, he's still doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm torn between laughing and being completely embarrassed that my 3.5 year old 'whips it out' in public. The fact that I'm blogging about it must mean I find it more funny than embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's done it at Busch Gardens (though I caught him before he soaked a couple of moms in front of him).&lt;br /&gt;He's done it a MGM on Main Street in front of Tammy &amp;amp; Kent who remind us of the event (I can't remember if we stopped him that time).&lt;br /&gt;He's done it at the spray ground in Hyde Park (I pretended I didn't see him doing it).&lt;br /&gt;He secretly exited at Patrick &amp;amp; Abby's one night because he didn't know where their bathroom was (she caught him on their back porch).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a couple weeks ago, we had a play date at the park with a bunch of friends. The boys were running wild. The girls weren't. It was fun. Until a friend &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(William thanks you, Christina)&lt;/span&gt; saw the following taking place and captured it for eternity (well, at least until his wedding day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SAdzZiWgrWI/AAAAAAAAAUU/2KYlpQ-U-ls/s1600-h/parkMar28blur.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SAdzZiWgrWI/AAAAAAAAAUU/2KYlpQ-U-ls/s200/parkMar28blur.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190243978122931554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm told it looks like I'm cheering him on.  I'M NOT.  But what was I supposed to do?  By the time I got to him, I couldn't stop him mid-stream!&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully we'll never see the people that were eating lunch just to the left of the basketball hoop again (totally not joking about that).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-6707737494340063650?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/6707737494340063650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=6707737494340063650' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/6707737494340063650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/6707737494340063650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2008/04/potty-training-turned-bad.html' title='Potty training turned bad'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SAdzZiWgrWI/AAAAAAAAAUU/2KYlpQ-U-ls/s72-c/parkMar28blur.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-3023114939786734233</id><published>2008-04-14T22:12:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T22:49:53.334-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabulous</title><content type='html'>Can I hear a "Fabulous" from some fellow Floridians?????  Was the weather not just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;perfect &lt;/span&gt;this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;The temperature.&lt;br /&gt;The clear sky.&lt;br /&gt;The breeze.&lt;br /&gt;All Fabulous.&lt;br /&gt;We went to the beach again.  Just can't resist it when the weather is so perfect.&lt;br /&gt;Brad &amp;amp; W played softball. Maddie &amp;amp; I played in the sand. I can't remember if W liked the sand the first time he got in it - but Maddie sure did. I turned my head for 3 seconds and next thing I know - she had a mouth-full of sand. Now that's nasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SAQWaSWgrQI/AAAAAAAAATk/0PItt1ncOjw/s1600-h/DSCN1756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SAQWaSWgrQI/AAAAAAAAATk/0PItt1ncOjw/s320/DSCN1756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189297311496318210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SAQWayWgrRI/AAAAAAAAATs/OktFxb4E35U/s1600-h/DSCN1750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SAQWayWgrRI/AAAAAAAAATs/OktFxb4E35U/s320/DSCN1750.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189297320086252818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SAQWbCWgrSI/AAAAAAAAAT0/5orOzBJElcE/s1600-h/DSCN1764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SAQWbCWgrSI/AAAAAAAAAT0/5orOzBJElcE/s320/DSCN1764.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189297324381220130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SAQWbSWgrTI/AAAAAAAAAT8/p2JxCeiAI6I/s1600-h/DSCN1771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SAQWbSWgrTI/AAAAAAAAAT8/p2JxCeiAI6I/s320/DSCN1771.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189297328676187442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SAQXLSWgrUI/AAAAAAAAAUE/yxDCxA6J5vs/s1600-h/DSCN1760.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SAQXLSWgrUI/AAAAAAAAAUE/yxDCxA6J5vs/s320/DSCN1760.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189298153309908290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SAQXLyWgrVI/AAAAAAAAAUM/BBG9JKDV5V4/s1600-h/DSCN1775.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SAQXLyWgrVI/AAAAAAAAAUM/BBG9JKDV5V4/s320/DSCN1775.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189298161899842898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-3023114939786734233?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/3023114939786734233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=3023114939786734233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/3023114939786734233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/3023114939786734233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2008/04/fabulous.html' title='Fabulous'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SAQWaSWgrQI/AAAAAAAAATk/0PItt1ncOjw/s72-c/DSCN1756.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-4963937088779421111</id><published>2008-04-08T21:30:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T21:53:55.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating with a Sunset Picnic</title><content type='html'>Friday ended a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;long &lt;/span&gt;4 week period of Brad being gone all week.  For emphasis, I will repeat - it was a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;long &lt;/span&gt;4 weeks. He was home on the weekends - but it was still tough. When we first got married, he traveled Monday through Friday. But he stopped that schedule after W was born. I didn't realize what an impact his extended absence would have on our family dynamics.&lt;br /&gt;So when he got home this passed Friday evening, we decided to do something special as a family. We loaded up the car, picked up our favorite Italian entrees, and headed to the beach for a sunset picnic.&lt;br /&gt;It was so nice.  The weather was beautiful.  The sunset was incredible.  We all had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;Scroll down for pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIEWER ADVISORY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you not currently enjoying the beautiful Florida low humidity &amp;amp; 80 degree weather, you might want to prepare yourselves for some jealousy and envy. We are having beautiful weather right now &amp;amp; these pictures reflect that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SAK3QCWgrMI/AAAAAAAAATE/U9gftwpsI6c/s1600-h/DSCN1735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SAK3QCWgrMI/AAAAAAAAATE/U9gftwpsI6c/s320/DSCN1735.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188911206821309634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jealous?  Sorry. &lt;br /&gt;But come visit.  :&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SAK3RCWgrPI/AAAAAAAAATc/EiaS3Mw0tMc/s1600-h/DSCN1732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SAK3RCWgrPI/AAAAAAAAATc/EiaS3Mw0tMc/s320/DSCN1732.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188911224001178866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Maddie's first swing experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SAK3QSWgrNI/AAAAAAAAATM/kJiXxK0HSmk/s1600-h/DSCN1742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SAK3QSWgrNI/AAAAAAAAATM/kJiXxK0HSmk/s320/DSCN1742.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188911211116276946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Brad &amp;amp; M.&lt;br /&gt;Brad is sporting his 'Daddy Shirt' with the kid's handprints.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SAK3QiWgrOI/AAAAAAAAATU/R7tFSJ9-Ylw/s1600-h/DSCN1748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SAK3QiWgrOI/AAAAAAAAATU/R7tFSJ9-Ylw/s320/DSCN1748.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188911215411244258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;William kept telling me 'push me higher'.  If his smile is any indicator, I'd say he liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-4963937088779421111?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/4963937088779421111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=4963937088779421111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/4963937088779421111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/4963937088779421111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2008/04/celebrating-with-sunset-picnic.html' title='Celebrating with a Sunset Picnic'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/SAK3QCWgrMI/AAAAAAAAATE/U9gftwpsI6c/s72-c/DSCN1735.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-3665036412324075701</id><published>2008-04-03T10:19:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T16:35:34.444-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Fling</title><content type='html'>Every Spring our church does a 'Spring Fling'.  Purely a family fun afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Lawn chairs &amp;amp; blankets under shady trees for the adults,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;    inflatables for the kids,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;        rock climbing wall for the brave,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;         and BBQ for everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R_U4BmOb-LI/AAAAAAAAASE/nRTmUuQaQVw/s1600-h/DSCN1710.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R_U4BmOb-LI/AAAAAAAAASE/nRTmUuQaQVw/s320/DSCN1710.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185112146079119538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Mom and  Maddie on a blanket under a shady tree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R_U4B2Ob-MI/AAAAAAAAASM/AdYyfMD6ZnQ/s1600-h/DSCN1714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R_U4B2Ob-MI/AAAAAAAAASM/AdYyfMD6ZnQ/s320/DSCN1714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185112150374086850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Me &amp;amp; W on one of the inflatables.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R_U4DWOb-PI/AAAAAAAAASk/CL-pQhguAvo/s1600-h/DSCN1730.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R_U4DWOb-PI/AAAAAAAAASk/CL-pQhguAvo/s320/DSCN1730.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185112176143890674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;William, SoSo, and Uncle Dan on the inflatables.&lt;br /&gt;Notice, William got a little impatient and went on ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R_U4CWOb-NI/AAAAAAAAASU/iwUxv-mCi9E/s1600-h/DSCN1716.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R_U4CWOb-NI/AAAAAAAAASU/iwUxv-mCi9E/s320/DSCN1716.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185112158964021458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"The Brave"?  We'll see . . .&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;       ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R_U4C2Ob-OI/AAAAAAAAASc/irjoyFwR5os/s1600-h/DSCN1718.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R_U4C2Ob-OI/AAAAAAAAASc/irjoyFwR5os/s320/DSCN1718.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185112167553956066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;There he is.&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Chad went up with him - you know - in case he freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;He did get a bit confused with where his hands should go once he had on the harness - hold the cord?  Hold the rocks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R_U7-WOb-QI/AAAAAAAAASs/-0Nr8-wBIsU/s1600-h/DSCN1723.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R_U7-WOb-QI/AAAAAAAAASs/-0Nr8-wBIsU/s320/DSCN1723.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185116488291055874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;Enjoying the BBQ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People bring their dogs, their frisbees, their volleyballs. It's a great opportunity to catch up with people you haven't talked to in a while and chat with people you just see in passing. It's a lot of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being near the base, there are plenty of planes overhead for the kids (little and adult size) to get excited about.  I think it was last year that a formation of 4 fighter jets raced by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 or 4 years ago, my aunt brought her Louie Vuitton purse.  After a dog lifted its leg and peed on it and a friend made the comment, "Look the dog peed on the French purse!" - I haven't seen another Louie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R_U_FWOb-RI/AAAAAAAAAS0/N1fp7c6FmFo/s1600-h/DSCN1720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R_U_FWOb-RI/AAAAAAAAAS0/N1fp7c6FmFo/s320/DSCN1720.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185119907085023506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Blue faced SoSo after ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R_U_GWOb-SI/AAAAAAAAAS8/MlTTmYV_ujw/s1600-h/DSCN1721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R_U_GWOb-SI/AAAAAAAAAS8/MlTTmYV_ujw/s320/DSCN1721.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185119924264892706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R_U_GWOb-SI/AAAAAAAAAS8/MlTTmYV_ujw/s1600-h/DSCN1721.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Orange faced William eating ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-3665036412324075701?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/3665036412324075701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=3665036412324075701' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/3665036412324075701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/3665036412324075701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2008/04/spring-fling.html' title='Spring Fling'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R_U4BmOb-LI/AAAAAAAAASE/nRTmUuQaQVw/s72-c/DSCN1710.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-6839520805602612718</id><published>2008-03-30T23:24:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T10:18:29.421-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Pics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R_S7gWOb-GI/AAAAAAAAARc/ygnSu4lhvz4/s1600-h/3grandbabies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R_S7gWOb-GI/AAAAAAAAARc/ygnSu4lhvz4/s320/3grandbabies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184975235406624866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom &amp;amp; Dad gave the kids their Easter outfits. All I have to say is . . . FABULOUS.&lt;br /&gt;William's was a pink monogrammed dress shirt. Sooo cute.&lt;br /&gt;Maddie &amp;amp; SoSo's 'princess' dresses were adorned with beads and beautiful handwork.  Scalloped lace edges.  Total artwork.&lt;br /&gt;We had Wendy from 'Always Remember' come out to the house and take their pics in their outfits. She did a fabulous job. Here are some highlights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R_S8PmOb-HI/AAAAAAAAARk/G8YGF3tTAd8/s1600-h/IMG_9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R_S8PmOb-HI/AAAAAAAAARk/G8YGF3tTAd8/s320/IMG_9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184976047155443826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R_S8P2Ob-II/AAAAAAAAARs/WKkipa1VHQ0/s1600-h/IMG_16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R_S8P2Ob-II/AAAAAAAAARs/WKkipa1VHQ0/s320/IMG_16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184976051450411138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R_S8QGOb-JI/AAAAAAAAAR0/fMbIytUnwOk/s1600-h/Sophia3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R_S8QGOb-JI/AAAAAAAAAR0/fMbIytUnwOk/s320/Sophia3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184976055745378450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R_S8QmOb-KI/AAAAAAAAAR8/ST5UDc31JY0/s1600-h/IMG_15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R_S8QmOb-KI/AAAAAAAAAR8/ST5UDc31JY0/s320/IMG_15.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184976064335313058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-6839520805602612718?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/6839520805602612718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=6839520805602612718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/6839520805602612718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/6839520805602612718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-pics.html' title='Easter Pics'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R_S7gWOb-GI/AAAAAAAAARc/ygnSu4lhvz4/s72-c/3grandbabies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-6887665394869552244</id><published>2008-03-29T16:09:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T23:22:29.615-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Good"</title><content type='html'>Good Friday. Good? I'd say so. I remember as a child asking my mother why we called 'Good Friday' good. I still remember the point of her explanation - that without Jesus' death on the cross, there would have not been an Resurrection Easter Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;A couple years ago, Brad &amp;amp; I had the discussion and came to the conclusion that we would like to take Good Friday and make the day a special family day. Regardless of what the schools are doing (which I heard our county had 60% absentee rate), we'd like to celebrate the day that is the center of our faith.&lt;br /&gt;So, we did. We took the kids to the park and played and had a picnic. The weather was incredible. It was quiet. We really enjoyed the time. William said, "There's nothing in the sky."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R_RM-2Ob-CI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/vvL3RFLxTQY/s1600-h/DSCN1694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R_RM-2Ob-CI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/vvL3RFLxTQY/s320/DSCN1694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184853713601951778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R_RM_WOb-DI/AAAAAAAAARE/1sufs7RE0dY/s1600-h/DSCN1696.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R_RM_WOb-DI/AAAAAAAAARE/1sufs7RE0dY/s320/DSCN1696.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184853722191886386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R_RM_2Ob-EI/AAAAAAAAARM/7fqArj8FSJ0/s1600-h/DSCN1686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R_RM_2Ob-EI/AAAAAAAAARM/7fqArj8FSJ0/s320/DSCN1686.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184853730781820994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;W enjoying his relaxing picnic time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R_RNAGOb-FI/AAAAAAAAARU/L7kU1sSIvyo/s1600-h/DSCN1691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R_RNAGOb-FI/AAAAAAAAARU/L7kU1sSIvyo/s320/DSCN1691.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184853735076788306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we ended the day with the Good Friday service.  We didn't have, or maybe we just didn't attend, a service on Good Friday growing up.  But I have come to really treasure it.  Our church has been doing a worship service on Good Friday for 5+ years.&lt;br /&gt;It really gets my heart centered and mind focused on the weekend.  It is truly my favorite holiday.  And the worship service on Friday night gets me headed in the right direction.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-6887665394869552244?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/6887665394869552244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=6887665394869552244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/6887665394869552244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/6887665394869552244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2008/03/good.html' title='&quot;Good&quot;'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R_RM-2Ob-CI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/vvL3RFLxTQY/s72-c/DSCN1694.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-7934256480920143354</id><published>2008-03-28T22:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T07:00:47.397-04:00</updated><title type='text'>6 months already</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R_BXrmOb-AI/AAAAAAAAAQs/uNsnCeK3Shc/s1600-h/DSCN1673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R_BXrmOb-AI/AAAAAAAAAQs/uNsnCeK3Shc/s320/DSCN1673.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183739577610532866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't believe that my daughter is 6 months old already. I can't believe that just a few months ago I was giving birth to her and holding her for the first time. I can't believe how I have fallen in love with this baby.&lt;br /&gt;I had a dear friend (who doesn't have children of her own) ask me a couple weeks ago, "Do you love her as much as you do William?" and "Do you love him the same now that she is here?". Two very reasonable questions, if you don't have multiple children. I asked that question to myself so many times when I was pregnant with M. And my answer to her was a surprising, "Yes!". And it's true. I do love her as much as I do him, yet I don't love him any less. How does that work?&lt;br /&gt;Me being a 'numbers' girl, it just doesn't add up. If you have 100% love to offer to your offspring, and you have one. You give him 100% of that love. Now when subsequent children come along, how do you divey it up? 50-50? 70-30? 100-0? or 0-100? How is it that parents can do 100-100? Where did that other love come from? Why wasn't it being used on the first child if it was available. Do you grow an additional 100% while the child is in utero?  Then where does the dad get it from?  See what I mean - it doesn't add up.&lt;br /&gt;I've taken a big step and decided not to try to figure it out. I love him completely. I love her completely. I just accept it.&lt;br /&gt;On a bigger subject, how does God do that? How does He love ALL of us? There's one question I'd like to ask Him in heaven. In the mean time, the same will have to apply. I just accept it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics of Maddie last week on her 6 month birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R_BXq2Ob9-I/AAAAAAAAAQc/EfOlaXdU9Pw/s1600-h/DSCN1665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R_BXq2Ob9-I/AAAAAAAAAQc/EfOlaXdU9Pw/s320/DSCN1665.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183739564725630946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R_BXrWOb9_I/AAAAAAAAAQk/G7MIjOjCo1o/s1600-h/DSCN1671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R_BXrWOb9_I/AAAAAAAAAQk/G7MIjOjCo1o/s320/DSCN1671.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183739573315565554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R_BXsWOb-BI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/GonLsS6ODSI/s1600-h/DSCN1676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R_BXsWOb-BI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/GonLsS6ODSI/s320/DSCN1676.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183739590495434770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That is her death grip on her baby food bowl.&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning of the meal, she grabbed a hold so aggressively and flipped the bowl  over and it's content onto the chair and in her lap.  She was so aggressive, you'd think we were starving her.  But anyone who has seen her knows she is well fed.&lt;br /&gt;She would just like more and more 5 minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-7934256480920143354?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/7934256480920143354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=7934256480920143354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/7934256480920143354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/7934256480920143354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2008/03/6-months-already.html' title='6 months already'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R_BXrmOb-AI/AAAAAAAAAQs/uNsnCeK3Shc/s72-c/DSCN1673.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-5175605420752055404</id><published>2008-03-27T22:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T07:00:18.642-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Disney, again</title><content type='html'>We played at Disney again last week. It was so beautiful - but busy. So much busier than 7 days before. It is obvious that spring breakers have arrived to sunny Florida.&lt;br /&gt;Mom, Steph, and SoSo joined us this week.  3adults:3kids is MUCH easier than 1adult:2kids.&lt;br /&gt;I felt inappropriately dressed because I wasn't wearing theeee color. The first ride we went on, 3 out of 4 people were dressed in green. It was so wierd. Then it hit me, ahhhh . . . it's St. Patrick's Day! Kids were wearing green head wear, families in coordinating green shirts, couples in matching green shirts.&lt;br /&gt;Maddie and W weren't in green, neither was I. Didn't you get pinched in school on Saint Patrick's Day if you weren't wearing green? Well, if that was the case, we didn't get pinched.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics from the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R_BQkmOb96I/AAAAAAAAAP8/EsNbuURstqE/s1600-h/DSCN1649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R_BQkmOb96I/AAAAAAAAAP8/EsNbuURstqE/s320/DSCN1649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183731760770054050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On the carousel again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R_BQlmOb97I/AAAAAAAAAQE/7a67b7iRld8/s1600-h/DSCN1650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R_BQlmOb97I/AAAAAAAAAQE/7a67b7iRld8/s320/DSCN1650.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183731777949923250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mom with her grandbabies.&lt;br /&gt;Notice SoSo - she is LOVING on Maddie.  She says, "Maddie, Maddie, Maddie.  Aaawwww"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R_BQmGOb98I/AAAAAAAAAQM/WQRAB8d8qXE/s1600-h/DSCN1660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R_BQmGOb98I/AAAAAAAAAQM/WQRAB8d8qXE/s320/DSCN1660.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183731786539857858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me with my pretty girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R_BQmWOb99I/AAAAAAAAAQU/z3gPBTS_RPs/s1600-h/DSCN1653.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R_BQmWOb99I/AAAAAAAAAQU/z3gPBTS_RPs/s320/DSCN1653.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183731790834825170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Remember, boys don't do things 'normal'.&lt;br /&gt;Yet another example.  Girls would run through this playground area and try to avoid getting sprayed.  Boys, including mine, sought out the spray and would wait at a drain until the water sprayed up and soaked them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-5175605420752055404?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/5175605420752055404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=5175605420752055404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/5175605420752055404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/5175605420752055404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2008/03/disney-again.html' title='Disney, again'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R_BQkmOb96I/AAAAAAAAAP8/EsNbuURstqE/s72-c/DSCN1649.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-4895622120695950954</id><published>2008-03-26T15:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T15:44:09.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What they hear</title><content type='html'>Brad &amp;amp; I often wonder if we get through to William.  If we are doing a good job filling his 'love tank'.&lt;br /&gt;We're taking a parenting class and we've been talking about affirming our children . . . building them up.  So we have tried to be intentional in affirming him lately.  But does he know that he is special?  That we think he is great.  That God thinks he's special.  Does he hear it when we say it? &lt;br /&gt;So often, I don't think he's listening.  He sees our mouths moving.  He hears noise.  But it goes in one ear and out the other. &lt;br /&gt;This is evident when we tell him to do something and then say, "Do It!".  His response, "Yes."  He didn't listen.  He heard noise, but it never made it to his little brain.  He has no idea what we've told him to do.  We could have said, "Get in the car, we're going to see Mickey."  And if he was in "the zone", he has no clue what we just said.  Too bad there's not a light on top of his head - you know, like on a taxi - that says, "With ya" or "Brain is on a break".&lt;br /&gt;Then . . . the sweetest thing happened.  I was getting him out of the car.  I leaned down to straighten his clothes.  He proceeded to wrap his precious hands around my cheeks and hold my face and then said in a sweet loving voice, "Mom, you are Special."&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that the best!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-4895622120695950954?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/4895622120695950954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=4895622120695950954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/4895622120695950954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/4895622120695950954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-they-hear.html' title='What they hear'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-4084943788106849415</id><published>2008-03-16T22:37:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T18:13:22.679-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Month 5</title><content type='html'>This month with Madelyn has been amazing.  She has blossomed and come alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month she has learned to hold her own bottle for an entire feeding. She started the month reaching for things like GiGi's necklace, toys on the exercauser, and her teething rings. She has gotten a hold of the dogs' ears on a couple occasions.&lt;br /&gt;She has been eating cereal and baby food for a couple weeks. Now she is reaching for her food - we can't get it in her fast enough. I think I can thank my mother for this - I caught her sneaking M Wright's cake. Last week I discovered she has 2 teeth that have broken through her gums.&lt;br /&gt;She is rolling over (FINALLY) on a regular basis, though she does not like being on her tummy. We've come in to get her out of her bed several times and she is laying on her stomach - and is pisssssssed.&lt;br /&gt;She can sit up by herself for a good 10 seconds now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It amazes me how quickly she is growing. I sit in the rocking chair holding her and think back to when we brought her home from the hospital. And then I think back, or at least try to think back, to Wm when he was the same age. I just can't remember. It's very unfortunate. Did I cherish the time with him? I do with her. I look at him now and can't believe how verbal and smart and fun he is. How gorgeous his smile is. But did I cherish him and each milestone that he reached? I'll never know. But I do know that I am reveling in every moment with both of them now. I don't want to miss anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R93eloBVKJI/AAAAAAAAAO8/DIbLYrH3XLc/s1600-h/DSCN1622.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R93eloBVKJI/AAAAAAAAAO8/DIbLYrH3XLc/s400/DSCN1622.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178539884525463698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Do you see that smile?!  It is mischievous and beauty and fun all wrapped up in one look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R93emIBVKKI/AAAAAAAAAPE/bkttZ-R4H98/s1600-h/DSCN1627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R93emIBVKKI/AAAAAAAAAPE/bkttZ-R4H98/s400/DSCN1627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178539893115398306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R97sv4BVKQI/AAAAAAAAAP0/p1GCSksS19Q/s1600-h/DSCN1630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R97sv4BVKQI/AAAAAAAAAP0/p1GCSksS19Q/s320/DSCN1630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178836928758622466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R93hG4BVKMI/AAAAAAAAAPU/3CVYZkITB9A/s1600-h/DSCN1563.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R93hG4BVKMI/AAAAAAAAAPU/3CVYZkITB9A/s320/DSCN1563.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178542654779369666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dad and M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R93hHYBVKNI/AAAAAAAAAPc/zNSD9fZorgo/s1600-h/DSCN1550.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R93hHYBVKNI/AAAAAAAAAPc/zNSD9fZorgo/s320/DSCN1550.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178542663369304274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See, I told you . . . holding her own bottle at 5 months and 8 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R93hH4BVKOI/AAAAAAAAAPk/_yMc-V2Gjr8/s1600-h/DSCN1549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R93hH4BVKOI/AAAAAAAAAPk/_yMc-V2Gjr8/s320/DSCN1549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178542671959238882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R93hIIBVKPI/AAAAAAAAAPs/iyakcnY5ZwM/s1600-h/DSCN1554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R93hIIBVKPI/AAAAAAAAAPs/iyakcnY5ZwM/s320/DSCN1554.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178542676254206194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-4084943788106849415?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/4084943788106849415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=4084943788106849415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/4084943788106849415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/4084943788106849415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2008/03/month-5.html' title='Month 5'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R93eloBVKJI/AAAAAAAAAO8/DIbLYrH3XLc/s72-c/DSCN1622.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-2211015531225100070</id><published>2008-03-11T09:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T22:34:44.214-04:00</updated><title type='text'>$3.15</title><content type='html'>How much do you spend at Disney in a morning?  What is the smallest amount you've spent?&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a prize winning day if there were a prize to be won for the least amount of money spent at Magic Kingdom. Though, I'm pretty certain that Disney won't be issuing the award.&lt;br /&gt;AND the $3.15, well, I bought gummy treats for W.  Which I brought home for little rewards when W has obedient good behavior.&lt;br /&gt;I took W &amp;amp; M to Disney for the 'morning' by myself - if you can call 11am to 3pm the 'morning'. We had a great time. It was do-able. I did break down and use the kiddie harnish on W. But with a double stroller, I was able to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R93UUYBVKEI/AAAAAAAAAOU/-m405RRbfbI/s1600-h/DSCN1641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R93UUYBVKEI/AAAAAAAAAOU/-m405RRbfbI/s320/DSCN1641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178528593056442434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the first time I've taken Wm on the carousel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Why is it boys don't do &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;it &lt;/span&gt;the typical, "normal" way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They jump instead of walk down stairs.&lt;br /&gt;They don't avoid a puddle of water - they search the puddles out to walk through them.&lt;br /&gt;They don't go down the slide feet first, but head first.&lt;br /&gt;And . . . why use a doorway when they can squeeze through the window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is beyond me . . .  but I do find it oh so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R93UUoBVKFI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ERIIpYQf2Hc/s1600-h/DSCN1643.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R93UUoBVKFI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ERIIpYQf2Hc/s320/DSCN1643.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178528597351409746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R93UVIBVKGI/AAAAAAAAAOk/ySTML6yVzgc/s1600-h/DSCN1645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R93UVIBVKGI/AAAAAAAAAOk/ySTML6yVzgc/s320/DSCN1645.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178528605941344354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R93XOoBVKII/AAAAAAAAAO0/um5wU73NrBw/s1600-h/DSCN1647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 299px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R93XOoBVKII/AAAAAAAAAO0/um5wU73NrBw/s400/DSCN1647.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178531792807078018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William pooped out after running pretty hard at Pooh's play area.  Here he is taking a rest in the window sill.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R93XOIBVKHI/AAAAAAAAAOs/3SpGxfWSJVs/s1600-h/DSCN1646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 397px; height: 297px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R93XOIBVKHI/AAAAAAAAAOs/3SpGxfWSJVs/s400/DSCN1646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178531784217143410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-2211015531225100070?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/2211015531225100070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=2211015531225100070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/2211015531225100070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/2211015531225100070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2008/03/315.html' title='$3.15'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R93UUYBVKEI/AAAAAAAAAOU/-m405RRbfbI/s72-c/DSCN1641.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-6544468011791746352</id><published>2008-03-05T21:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T21:48:02.594-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shiny things boys love</title><content type='html'>We visited Brad's cousin's auto shop in Orlando. William loved checking out the cool old shiny cars. Cousin Merrill actually let William sit in this 1960ish corvette. It was beautiful. He didn't want to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once we did get him out -- he couldn't understand why he couldn't get into cousin Merrill's race car. Brad is now motivated to take William to see his cousin race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it funny how a boys' love for cars starts so early in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R93NUYBVKAI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Mq9sQEX8qdc/s1600-h/oldcorvette.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R93NUYBVKAI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Mq9sQEX8qdc/s400/oldcorvette.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178520896475047938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-6544468011791746352?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/6544468011791746352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=6544468011791746352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/6544468011791746352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/6544468011791746352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2008/03/shiny-things-boys-love.html' title='Shiny things boys love'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R93NUYBVKAI/AAAAAAAAAN0/Mq9sQEX8qdc/s72-c/oldcorvette.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-3482149600414272566</id><published>2008-02-28T16:48:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T18:34:34.865-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Every 4 Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;What 2 things will &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;NOT &lt;/span&gt;happen again for another 4 years?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 29th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And . . . Victoria at the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Florida Strawberry Festival&lt;/span&gt;.  (I have a friend that says she only does Disney once a decade.  This isn't as drastic.  But still . . . I had my fill.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steph and I took the kids to the Strawberry Festival this morning. We had a great time. We both agreed to have ONE naughty edible. No more. I split my steak sandwich with her. She split her huge onion rings with me.&lt;br /&gt;I do feel gross, I'll admit it. But as previously stated, it will be 4 years until I am faced with the same dilemma . . . Bloomin' onion, cotton candy, funnel cake, etc. from a portable grease trailer served by scary individuals missing a lot of teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R8h4Dq8-ApI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Y65-FVg-OsY/s1600-h/DSCN1568.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R8h4Dq8-ApI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Y65-FVg-OsY/s320/DSCN1568.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172516176499966610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;William thought these were so cool.  Feet massagers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R8h4Eq8-AqI/AAAAAAAAANE/tpxmTHSjco4/s1600-h/DSCN1572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R8h4Eq8-AqI/AAAAAAAAANE/tpxmTHSjco4/s320/DSCN1572.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172516193679835810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you look closely, you will notice he is biting his bottom lip so his front teeth are visible making him look like he has buck teeth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We let the kids ride some of the rides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R8h2fq8-AlI/AAAAAAAAAMg/f1CiWkMOOiI/s1600-h/DSCN1578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R8h2fq8-AlI/AAAAAAAAAMg/f1CiWkMOOiI/s400/DSCN1578.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172514458513048146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;William enjoyed this one . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R8h2hq8-AmI/AAAAAAAAAMo/k_25CwdpXg4/s1600-h/DSCN1585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R8h2hq8-AmI/AAAAAAAAAMo/k_25CwdpXg4/s400/DSCN1585.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172514492872786530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; . . . and NOT this one.  It slung him and jerked him around a lot.&lt;br /&gt;Notice the car 'sponsor'.  He picked the car in honor of his SiSi and her 9am diet coke, lite ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went into the Livestock Tent.  One of the cows 'moooed' at Sofia.&lt;br /&gt;As William was paroosing the cows he came across a calf all by himself.  He looked very concerned then asked, "He wants his dad.  Where is his dad?"  Brad was out of town this week - he really missed him.&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I see a cow I think of the last time Brad and I were in Hawaii. We went to see the sunrise at the summit of Haleakala. It was pitch black when we drove up 28 miles (10,000 feet above sea level) so we couldn't see what we were passing. On the drive back down, there were cows all over the volcano. Each time we passed a new&lt;br /&gt;herd, we'd say 'coooow'.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R8h9qa8-ArI/AAAAAAAAANM/YRhvYz8AxqQ/s1600-h/DSCN1574.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R8iOea8-AuI/AAAAAAAAANk/Rg1jX4uFsZY/s1600-h/DSCN1581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R8iOea8-AuI/AAAAAAAAANk/Rg1jX4uFsZY/s320/DSCN1581.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172540825317278434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cooow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got SoSo and Wm strawberry shortcake.  They loved it.  I think the pictures say it the best though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R8h1f68-AiI/AAAAAAAAAMI/aYnug2Z-ucc/s1600-h/DSCN1591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R8h1f68-AiI/AAAAAAAAAMI/aYnug2Z-ucc/s320/DSCN1591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172513363296387618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;William enjoyed his bowl . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R8h1gq8-AjI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/w_uXR59y3xs/s1600-h/DSCN1589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R8h1gq8-AjI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/w_uXR59y3xs/s320/DSCN1589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172513376181289522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;down to the last &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;strawberry&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R8h1hK8-AkI/AAAAAAAAAMY/6GS-zHbzlhQ/s1600-h/DSCN1590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R8h1hK8-AkI/AAAAAAAAAMY/6GS-zHbzlhQ/s320/DSCN1590.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172513384771224130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;SoSo liked hers.  Though, I think she liked playing in it the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They played dress up with cowboy hats . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R8h-uq8-AsI/AAAAAAAAANU/_xqc_AdGCxY/s1600-h/DSCN1598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R8h-uq8-AsI/AAAAAAAAANU/_xqc_AdGCxY/s320/DSCN1598.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172523512304108226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And watched intently at the guys doing stunts on the skateboard and BMX bikes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R8h-wa8-AtI/AAAAAAAAANc/tyR02wgHaAU/s1600-h/DSCN1599.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R8h-wa8-AtI/AAAAAAAAANc/tyR02wgHaAU/s320/DSCN1599.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172523542368879314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R8h9qa8-ArI/AAAAAAAAANM/YRhvYz8AxqQ/s1600-h/DSCN1574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R8h9qa8-ArI/AAAAAAAAANM/YRhvYz8AxqQ/s400/DSCN1574.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172522339778036402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Madelyn hung out and enjoyed the 'sites'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;FUN morning.  It'll do me for 4 years though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-3482149600414272566?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/3482149600414272566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=3482149600414272566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/3482149600414272566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/3482149600414272566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2008/02/once-every-4-years.html' title='Once Every 4 Years'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R8h4Dq8-ApI/AAAAAAAAAM8/Y65-FVg-OsY/s72-c/DSCN1568.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-5024665282535506370</id><published>2008-02-08T15:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T20:51:26.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Soccer Experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R7n4ksqr1YI/AAAAAAAAALw/4Q917w1-B0w/s1600-h/IMG_1107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R7n4ksqr1YI/AAAAAAAAALw/4Q917w1-B0w/s320/IMG_1107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168435356733527426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R7n4kcqr1XI/AAAAAAAAALo/_H565ZzRvAw/s1600-h/IMG_1101blur.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R7n4kcqr1XI/AAAAAAAAALo/_H565ZzRvAw/s320/IMG_1101blur.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168435352438560114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of William's Christmas presents from my parents was 'Kiddie Kickers' at the Y.&lt;br /&gt;It is very funny to watch 3 year olds trying to play soccer.  Adorable.  And funny.&lt;br /&gt;So far, it's just 10 kids kicking soccer balls.  They don't get that they're playing a game.  The coach says, "Huddle up" and "Take a lap". Phrases 3 year olds don't grasp yet.  About 20 minutes into the game, most of the boys were picking up sticks, kicking the dirt (as opposed to the ball), climbing the goals, or had lost complete interest and were sitting on the sidelines. &lt;br /&gt;We had a great time watching the chaos. &lt;br /&gt;William had fun burning off energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R7n4k8qr1ZI/AAAAAAAAAL4/wzfDpB-gq8g/s1600-h/IMG_1106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R7n4k8qr1ZI/AAAAAAAAAL4/wzfDpB-gq8g/s320/IMG_1106.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168435361028494738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R7n4lMqr1aI/AAAAAAAAAMA/rHbGefd4VAs/s1600-h/IMG_1112.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R7n4lMqr1aI/AAAAAAAAAMA/rHbGefd4VAs/s320/IMG_1112.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168435365323462050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R7n1WMqr1VI/AAAAAAAAALY/wIugJBnEog4/s1600-h/IMG_1102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R7n1WMqr1VI/AAAAAAAAALY/wIugJBnEog4/s320/IMG_1102.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168431809090540882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R7n4Esqr1WI/AAAAAAAAALg/JjCEaY7HY3k/s1600-h/IMG_1100blur.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R7n4Esqr1WI/AAAAAAAAALg/JjCEaY7HY3k/s200/IMG_1100blur.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168434806977713506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-5024665282535506370?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/5024665282535506370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=5024665282535506370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/5024665282535506370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/5024665282535506370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2008/02/first-soccer-experience.html' title='First Soccer Experience'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R7n4ksqr1YI/AAAAAAAAALw/4Q917w1-B0w/s72-c/IMG_1107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-1110802897806489785</id><published>2008-01-30T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T10:52:55.113-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged?  I don't even know what that is.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thomasmichaeljohnston.com/"&gt;Ida &lt;/a&gt;'tagged' me.  What that means - I don't know.  It's like the first time I heard 'blog'.  Is this yet another "cyber" term I am not familiar with?&lt;br /&gt;I have surmised, however, that I'm supposed to share unimportant details about myself so you get to know a more things about me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;(1) Link to the person that tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;(2) Post the rules on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;(3) Share six non-important things/habits/quirks about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;(4) Tag six random people at the end of your post by linking to their blogs.&lt;br /&gt;(5) Let each random person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their website.  I will probably e-mail most of you since it will be easier that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;1.  Sites I will never tire of seeing . . .&lt;br /&gt;      I LOVE a full moon.  I don't know why.  I just do.&lt;br /&gt;      A pink/purple sunset.&lt;br /&gt;      And when I close my eyes, the Tuscan countryside.  (Judy &amp;amp; Chelsea - You too?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;2.  I used to be on the swim team in Iowa at Valley High.  I was a "Valley Girl".  I took a bit of ridicule on that subject when we moved to FL.  Oh my goooosh.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  I am not a people pleaser.  I don't worry about others liking me or what they think about me.  It originally stems back to grade school.  I came home from school crying because some kids weren't nice to me.  My dad listened and then responded, "If they don't like you - screw 'em.  You don't need them.  You're perfect just the way you are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  I tend to be a half empty kinda gal (shush, Tammy!).&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Creativity doesn't come naturally to me, but, my creative outlet is editing pics.  Brad bought me digital image editing software.  I spend way too much time playing with pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;This is 6+ hours of a Sunday . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R6FBryn3moI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hQtr-3x_Ubk/s1600-h/faces.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 419px; height: 329px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R6FBryn3moI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hQtr-3x_Ubk/s400/faces.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161478868522474114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;6.  When I don't sleep on my chiropractic pillow, I almost always wake up with a bad headache.  Thankfully, that is not one of the pillows Brad is constantly trying to claim as his own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the deal, I don't know anyone else who has a blog and doesn't write OR anyone else who has a blog outside of those Ida already 'tagged'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-1110802897806489785?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/1110802897806489785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=1110802897806489785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/1110802897806489785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/1110802897806489785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2008/01/tagged-i-dont-even-know-what-that-is.html' title='Tagged?  I don&apos;t even know what that is.'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R6FBryn3moI/AAAAAAAAALQ/hQtr-3x_Ubk/s72-c/faces.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-48626264179898010</id><published>2008-01-30T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-30T21:28:24.828-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunset at the Pier</title><content type='html'>Last night we drove down Bayshore in hopes of finding a 'big boat' - that is what William calls cruise ships.  We stopped and got out at the BP pier.  It was such a beautiful night and a gorgeous sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R6EvRCn3mlI/AAAAAAAAAK4/2kErnzYcI30/s1600-h/DSCN1488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R6EvRCn3mlI/AAAAAAAAAK4/2kErnzYcI30/s400/DSCN1488.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161458617751673426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brad and William&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R6EvRin3mmI/AAAAAAAAALA/okOplbwshDI/s1600-h/DSCN1492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R6EvRin3mmI/AAAAAAAAALA/okOplbwshDI/s400/DSCN1492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161458626341608034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R6EwDin3mnI/AAAAAAAAALI/WKv7tpmmmI4/s1600-h/DSCN1496.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Me and Madelyn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R6EwDin3mnI/AAAAAAAAALI/WKv7tpmmmI4/s1600-h/DSCN1496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R6EwDin3mnI/AAAAAAAAALI/WKv7tpmmmI4/s400/DSCN1496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161459485335067250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our Smiley girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-48626264179898010?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/48626264179898010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=48626264179898010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/48626264179898010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/48626264179898010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2008/01/sunset-at-pier.html' title='Sunset at the Pier'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R6EvRCn3mlI/AAAAAAAAAK4/2kErnzYcI30/s72-c/DSCN1488.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-8648582158251137133</id><published>2008-01-28T11:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T11:44:46.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4 month photo spread</title><content type='html'>At Madelyn's 4 month doctor visit the nurse asked if she was turning over yet. When I answered "no", the nurse was quite surprised since 99% of babies her age are rolling over (99% is a random statistic that I totally made up - it's my lingo for "most 4 month olds roll over").&lt;br /&gt;Then . . . she did it.&lt;br /&gt;She rolled to her belly right there in front of the nurse. She hasn't done it since - but whatever. It is one of those memorable moments.&lt;br /&gt;And this morning she was reclined back, positioned between Brad's legs. She pulled herself up into a sitting position. That's something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's our happy little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R54GKCn3mfI/AAAAAAAAAKM/bT5KmYlL8rA/s1600-h/DSCN1426.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R54GKCn3mfI/AAAAAAAAAKM/bT5KmYlL8rA/s400/DSCN1426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160568992585718258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R54GKin3mgI/AAAAAAAAAKU/w3JDejFtPTs/s1600-h/DSCN1417.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R54GKin3mgI/AAAAAAAAAKU/w3JDejFtPTs/s400/DSCN1417.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160569001175652866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R54GLCn3mhI/AAAAAAAAAKc/XkBVxg_khSs/s1600-h/DSCN1432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R54GLCn3mhI/AAAAAAAAAKc/XkBVxg_khSs/s400/DSCN1432.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160569009765587474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R54GLin3miI/AAAAAAAAAKk/scn6cajXXY4/s1600-h/DSCN1455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R54GLin3miI/AAAAAAAAAKk/scn6cajXXY4/s400/DSCN1455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160569018355522082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-8648582158251137133?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/8648582158251137133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=8648582158251137133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/8648582158251137133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/8648582158251137133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2008/01/4-month-photo-spread.html' title='4 month photo spread'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R54GKCn3mfI/AAAAAAAAAKM/bT5KmYlL8rA/s72-c/DSCN1426.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-7799570901365176320</id><published>2008-01-15T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T22:01:59.981-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Video of 'First On-Stage Appearance"</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2c303d4525a793d5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2c303d4525a793d5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330117283%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7A4A91557B235780DCC5431F90F54A9927C1E369.77A09ECCC976000A636ED4D5E95760ECA7B4F8F9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2c303d4525a793d5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dy_-RQ1T0ZvPScfLAQBBumzwTNVw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2c303d4525a793d5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330117283%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7A4A91557B235780DCC5431F90F54A9927C1E369.77A09ECCC976000A636ED4D5E95760ECA7B4F8F9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2c303d4525a793d5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dy_-RQ1T0ZvPScfLAQBBumzwTNVw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William does love to be in the 'center'.  This is a video of him at school at their Thanksgiving Celebration.  You can't really hear anything.  But . . . you can see the little girl pushing William out of the way of the mic.  He does manage to get the mic to himself the MOMENT she turns her head.  We laughed so hard . . . he's a sly little guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-7799570901365176320?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2c303d4525a793d5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/7799570901365176320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=7799570901365176320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/7799570901365176320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/7799570901365176320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2008/01/video-of-first-on-stage-appearance.html' title='Video of &apos;First On-Stage Appearance&quot;'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-8108708098442826738</id><published>2008-01-15T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-15T21:46:27.495-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Pose</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R41vQ_vEyhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/yh13N3zpaN8/s1600-h/Dec23_07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R41vQ_vEyhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/yh13N3zpaN8/s400/Dec23_07.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155899486186555922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't you just want to squeeze those cheeks?&lt;br /&gt;Our little girl is so pleasant.  She smiles and coos so much.  She loves to watch her big brother.  He said tonight, "Look, she's holding her bottle!  I'm so proud of you Madelyn."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R41vJfvEygI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/KxUZZ8HhdfA/s1600-h/Dec23_07.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 1px; height: 1px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R41vJfvEygI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/KxUZZ8HhdfA/s320/Dec23_07.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155899357337537026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-8108708098442826738?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/8108708098442826738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=8108708098442826738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/8108708098442826738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/8108708098442826738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2008/01/christmas-pose.html' title='Christmas Pose'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R41vQ_vEyhI/AAAAAAAAAKE/yh13N3zpaN8/s72-c/Dec23_07.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-5276326477384274757</id><published>2007-12-20T22:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T22:54:23.577-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3XEkPvEybI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cTzdNN8fztM/s1600-h/DSCN1101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149237875946342834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3XEkPvEybI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cTzdNN8fztM/s320/DSCN1101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3XEkvvEydI/AAAAAAAAAJk/lDH6DkQ75GU/s1600-h/DSCN1209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149237884536277458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3XEkvvEydI/AAAAAAAAAJk/lDH6DkQ75GU/s320/DSCN1209.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3XElPvEyeI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ePNUzyQaunw/s1600-h/DSCN1279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149237893126212066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3XElPvEyeI/AAAAAAAAAJs/ePNUzyQaunw/s320/DSCN1279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3XElfvEyfI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/7qeXKobG-fQ/s1600-h/DSCN1304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149237897421179378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3XElfvEyfI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/7qeXKobG-fQ/s320/DSCN1304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149237880241310146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3XEkfvEycI/AAAAAAAAAJc/AuLOPFuLJo4/s320/DSCN1116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;(and lovey boy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-5276326477384274757?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/5276326477384274757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=5276326477384274757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/5276326477384274757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/5276326477384274757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2007/12/pretty-girl.html' title='Pretty Girl'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3XEkPvEybI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cTzdNN8fztM/s72-c/DSCN1101.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-3406652612013439804</id><published>2007-11-28T16:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T17:00:18.408-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Wonderland</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3VwZ_vEyMI/AAAAAAAAAHc/NL9nqigcGto/s1600-h/DSCN1163.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149145340875950274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3VwZ_vEyMI/AAAAAAAAAHc/NL9nqigcGto/s320/DSCN1163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wm and SoSo at MGM. The closest either of them have been to snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3VwafvEyNI/AAAAAAAAAHk/FTw74jj16T8/s1600-h/DSCN1155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149145349465884882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3VwafvEyNI/AAAAAAAAAHk/FTw74jj16T8/s320/DSCN1155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;in front of the manger scene at MGM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149146088200259810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3VxFfvEyOI/AAAAAAAAAHs/D7R1MYL5_d8/s320/35910001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Farmers at MGM's Osborne Lights&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149146092495227122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3VxFvvEyPI/AAAAAAAAAH0/_S_VsA-qLQ4/s320/35910013.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149146096790194434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3VxF_vEyQI/AAAAAAAAAH8/FrEk823udUU/s320/35910015.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Madelyn enjoying the "Dancing Lights" at MGM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149146706675550482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3VxpfvEyRI/AAAAAAAAAIE/LqO5tcmnO3o/s320/DSCN1134.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Daddy, Wm, and me in front of the Osborne Lights at MGM&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-3406652612013439804?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/3406652612013439804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=3406652612013439804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/3406652612013439804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/3406652612013439804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2007/11/winter-wonderland.html' title='Winter Wonderland'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3VwZ_vEyMI/AAAAAAAAAHc/NL9nqigcGto/s72-c/DSCN1163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-5490246605721135664</id><published>2007-11-23T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T22:41:25.088-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3XBH_vEyWI/AAAAAAAAAIs/qhDuXeZpaoc/s1600-h/35910133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149234092080154978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3XBH_vEyWI/AAAAAAAAAIs/qhDuXeZpaoc/s320/35910133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; MiMi and PopPop with their grandbabies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149234100670089586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3XBIfvEyXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/KsZpD44ICd4/s320/35910162.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;I set a separate table for William and SoSo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3XBIvvEyYI/AAAAAAAAAI8/WCpNg9f8vmg/s1600-h/35910145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149234104965056898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3XBIvvEyYI/AAAAAAAAAI8/WCpNg9f8vmg/s320/35910145.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3XBIvvEyZI/AAAAAAAAAJE/wdjuG1dkL8Q/s1600-h/35910138touchup.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149234104965056914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3XBIvvEyZI/AAAAAAAAAJE/wdjuG1dkL8Q/s320/35910138touchup.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;MiMi and Madelyn&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3XBJPvEyaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/2EBqzW-N09Q/s1600-h/35910141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149234113554991522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3XBJPvEyaI/AAAAAAAAAJM/2EBqzW-N09Q/s320/35910141.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was so cute.  SoSo wanted to help feed Madelyn.  She was so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-5490246605721135664?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/5490246605721135664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=5490246605721135664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/5490246605721135664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/5490246605721135664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3XBH_vEyWI/AAAAAAAAAIs/qhDuXeZpaoc/s72-c/35910133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-7994131395467109876</id><published>2007-11-20T16:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T22:23:56.027-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A couple of William's "Firsts"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149142935694264482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3VuN_vEyKI/AAAAAAAAAHM/J4QN4m7rUJc/s320/first+day+of+school.JPG" border="0" /&gt;August 2, 2007. First day of school. He's 3.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149142935694264498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3VuN_vEyLI/AAAAAAAAAHU/P2TyOTm8XEs/s320/KidsPraise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;First night of Kid's Praise. September 2007. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~~~~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;First time on stage. Nov 20, 2007.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;His school's Thanksgiving Celebration.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3VyifvEySI/AAAAAAAAAIM/lEZ2dP6WRds/s1600-h/dt+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149147685928093986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3VyifvEySI/AAAAAAAAAIM/lEZ2dP6WRds/s320/dt+1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3VyivvEyTI/AAAAAAAAAIU/oGMyDHTiSzI/s1600-h/dt+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149147690223061298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3VyivvEyTI/AAAAAAAAAIU/oGMyDHTiSzI/s320/dt+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3VyjPvEyUI/AAAAAAAAAIc/4YKFuCeimZE/s1600-h/dt+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149147698812995906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3VyjPvEyUI/AAAAAAAAAIc/4YKFuCeimZE/s320/dt+4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3VyjvvEyVI/AAAAAAAAAIk/RrqO2Aet3bw/s1600-h/DSCN1090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149147707402930514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3VyjvvEyVI/AAAAAAAAAIk/RrqO2Aet3bw/s320/DSCN1090.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-7994131395467109876?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/7994131395467109876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=7994131395467109876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/7994131395467109876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/7994131395467109876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2007/12/couple-of-williams-firsts.html' title='A couple of William&apos;s &quot;Firsts&quot;'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3VuN_vEyKI/AAAAAAAAAHM/J4QN4m7rUJc/s72-c/first+day+of+school.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-7848409374230652754</id><published>2007-11-05T16:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T16:42:18.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149141191937542242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3VsofvEyGI/AAAAAAAAAGs/aySfes09J9Q/s320/DSCN0935.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Madelyn, William, and me at EPCOT.  Madelyn is 2 days shy of 1 month old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3VsoPvEyFI/AAAAAAAAAGk/fFxZWRr3BEw/s1600-h/DSCN0920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149141187642574930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3VsoPvEyFI/AAAAAAAAAGk/fFxZWRr3BEw/s320/DSCN0920.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mid-October at Magic Kingdom.  William whips out the map and says, "Let's see what we going to do."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3Vso_vEyHI/AAAAAAAAAG0/YEitxqfJ830/s1600-h/DSCN0957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149141200527476850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3Vso_vEyHI/AAAAAAAAAG0/YEitxqfJ830/s320/DSCN0957.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; William and SoSo holding hands walking through the mall.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149141204822444162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3VspPvEyII/AAAAAAAAAG8/WPt0i8Av5cw/s320/DSCN1080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Crazy kid climbing 15 feet up off the ground.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3VspfvEyJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/tcIVz71J3_s/s1600-h/octobervsandkids+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149141209117411474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3VspfvEyJI/AAAAAAAAAHE/tcIVz71J3_s/s320/octobervsandkids+002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Picture we took for my mom's BDay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-7848409374230652754?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/7848409374230652754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=7848409374230652754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/7848409374230652754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/7848409374230652754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2007/11/fall.html' title='Fall'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3VsofvEyGI/AAAAAAAAAGs/aySfes09J9Q/s72-c/DSCN0935.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-3823961359054128556</id><published>2007-11-01T16:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T16:28:47.757-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn Fest</title><content type='html'>William dressed up as a race car driver. Sofia dressed up as a ladybug. Madelyn slept thru the whole thing. The kids had a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149137897697626098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3VpovvEx_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/YPsU0PUG3_w/s320/DSCN1028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3VpofvEx-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZlEZd_zrMSg/s1600-h/DSCN1021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149137893402658786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3VpofvEx-I/AAAAAAAAAFs/ZlEZd_zrMSg/s320/DSCN1021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; William, followed by Thomas, scaling the inflatable rock climbing wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3VppPvEyAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/08Kh49I6zUk/s1600-h/DSCN1033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149137906287560706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3VppPvEyAI/AAAAAAAAAF8/08Kh49I6zUk/s320/DSCN1033.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; petting the bunny in the Petting Zoo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3Vpq_vEyBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/InOAoBjzelQ/s1600-h/DSCN1035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149137936352331794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3Vpq_vEyBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/InOAoBjzelQ/s320/DSCN1035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Holding on to the donkey in the Petting Zoo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3VprfvEyCI/AAAAAAAAAGM/FQ-LVvC34jI/s1600-h/DSCN1037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149137944942266402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3VprfvEyCI/AAAAAAAAAGM/FQ-LVvC34jI/s320/DSCN1037.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taking a short horseback ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3Vn6PvEx6I/AAAAAAAAAFM/ARC5923DpH0/s1600-h/DSCN1028.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3Vn6fvEx7I/AAAAAAAAAFU/8w0KnlznZUA/s1600-h/DSCN1033.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3Vn6_vEx8I/AAAAAAAAAFc/KIKrKAtVL18/s1600-h/DSCN1037.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3Vn7PvEx9I/AAAAAAAAAFk/UJPIU1-gBHQ/s1600-h/DSCN1045.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-3823961359054128556?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/3823961359054128556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=3823961359054128556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/3823961359054128556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/3823961359054128556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2007/11/autumn-fest.html' title='Autumn Fest'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3VpovvEx_I/AAAAAAAAAF0/YPsU0PUG3_w/s72-c/DSCN1028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-4074313270515310667</id><published>2007-11-01T16:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T16:32:22.205-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3Vq__vEyDI/AAAAAAAAAGU/EGX-KVmFUhk/s1600-h/DSCN1019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149139396641212466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3Vq__vEyDI/AAAAAAAAAGU/EGX-KVmFUhk/s320/DSCN1019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Coming down the huge inflatable slide - on his belly.  It apparently is boring to come down on your bottom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3VrAfvEyEI/AAAAAAAAAGc/MCXyIlYB-gk/s1600-h/DSCN1047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149139405231147074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3VrAfvEyEI/AAAAAAAAAGc/MCXyIlYB-gk/s320/DSCN1047.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I can thank my sister for this cute little trick he learned . . . closing his eyes and smiling for the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-4074313270515310667?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/4074313270515310667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=4074313270515310667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/4074313270515310667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/4074313270515310667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2007/11/coming-down-huge-inflatable-slide-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3Vq__vEyDI/AAAAAAAAAGU/EGX-KVmFUhk/s72-c/DSCN1019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-1253003080636814649</id><published>2007-10-24T15:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T15:56:11.618-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cousin Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;SoSo loves her "Maya" - as she calls Madelyn. It is so adorable. I wish I could record what she does when she sees her baby cousin. It's something like, "aAAAah, Maaaaya" amidst the cutest girly laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149129144554276626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3VhrPvExxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/e5N_7wJTWac/s320/41.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149129144554276610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3VhrPvExwI/AAAAAAAAAD8/AZ81BoRQvTU/s320/36.bmp" border="0" /&gt;SoSo says, "essited" as she holds Madelyn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149129144554276594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3VhrPvExvI/AAAAAAAAAD0/rvMjtHcX0gg/s320/DSCN1003.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know it looks like she is crushing Madelyn - but she is just loving on her.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149129135964341986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3VhqvvExuI/AAAAAAAAADs/0pU7-Zfp7R0/s320/DSCN0995.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149129148849243938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3VhrfvExyI/AAAAAAAAAEM/W93lgNXCpSk/s320/octobervsandkids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;SoSo and William posing for my mom's BDay pics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-1253003080636814649?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/1253003080636814649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=1253003080636814649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/1253003080636814649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/1253003080636814649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2007/10/cousin-love.html' title='Cousin Love'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3VhrPvExxI/AAAAAAAAAEE/e5N_7wJTWac/s72-c/41.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-905883693627982844</id><published>2007-10-02T15:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T15:41:00.605-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bringing baby home</title><content type='html'>Madelyn is a joy. At all times. Midnight. 3am. 430am. 615am. I'm told it will get better. I know it will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3Vd3_vExpI/AAAAAAAAADE/9SWH_Y8V6DA/s1600-h/DSCN0791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149124965551097490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3Vd3_vExpI/AAAAAAAAADE/9SWH_Y8V6DA/s320/DSCN0791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dressed and ready to leave the hospital.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3Vd4PvExqI/AAAAAAAAADM/B6HEQgdUK50/s1600-h/DSCN0793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149124969846064802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3Vd4PvExqI/AAAAAAAAADM/B6HEQgdUK50/s320/DSCN0793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; GBobbie &amp;amp; her newest "Great" - as she likes to call them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3Vd4vvExrI/AAAAAAAAADU/7UkE-Lc4iiw/s1600-h/DSCN0794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149124978435999410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3Vd4vvExrI/AAAAAAAAADU/7UkE-Lc4iiw/s320/DSCN0794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Daddy and his little girl.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3Vd4_vExsI/AAAAAAAAADc/pXw_M79Kk7w/s1600-h/DSCN0800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149124982730966722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3Vd4_vExsI/AAAAAAAAADc/pXw_M79Kk7w/s320/DSCN0800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Taken Oct 1st.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3Vd5fvExtI/AAAAAAAAADk/EcoBfexQMZU/s1600-h/DSCN0906.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149124991320901330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3Vd5fvExtI/AAAAAAAAADk/EcoBfexQMZU/s320/DSCN0906.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Taken Oct 1st.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-905883693627982844?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/905883693627982844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=905883693627982844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/905883693627982844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/905883693627982844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2007/12/bringing-baby-home.html' title='Bringing baby home'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3Vd3_vExpI/AAAAAAAAADE/9SWH_Y8V6DA/s72-c/DSCN0791.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-3134685334328762375</id><published>2007-09-22T12:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T13:08:17.804-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome . . . Madelyn Dawn</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Wednesday evening after we returned home from church - my water broke. Less than 4 hours later I had a lovely epidural in place. 13 hours after my water broke, our adorable daughter joined us. Just like my delivery with William, I had a relatively easy delivery - less than 5 minutes of pushing. Thank you Jesus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Madelyn came into this world on Thursday September 20th at 9:19am. She weighed 7 lbs 14oz and is 21" long.  She has a head full of black hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She looks a lot like her big brother when he was born.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/RvVFV_CdNlI/AAAAAAAAACk/qUSmscbUEjM/s1600-h/DSCN0758.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113069195950372434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/RvVFV_CdNlI/AAAAAAAAACk/qUSmscbUEjM/s400/DSCN0758.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/RvVFWfCdNmI/AAAAAAAAACs/c0vFQby6e-Y/s1600-h/DSCN0763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113069204540307042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/RvVFWfCdNmI/AAAAAAAAACs/c0vFQby6e-Y/s400/DSCN0763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;William gave Madelyn some love and held her for a good 15 seconds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113068860942923330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/RvVFCfCdNkI/AAAAAAAAACc/Fcm7a97h-t0/s400/DSCN0780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/RvVFBfCdNiI/AAAAAAAAACM/XiCK35h6Xkk/s1600-h/DSCN0791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113068843763054114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/RvVFBfCdNiI/AAAAAAAAACM/XiCK35h6Xkk/s400/DSCN0791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Madelyn (above)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;William at birth (below)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/RvVFB_CdNjI/AAAAAAAAACU/7Pq8qkxRP-w/s1600-h/DSCN0789.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113075921869158018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/RvVLdfCdNoI/AAAAAAAAAC8/QYxK3C5jzXE/s400/PICT1294b.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-3134685334328762375?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/3134685334328762375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=3134685334328762375' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/3134685334328762375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/3134685334328762375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2007/09/welcome-madelyn-dawn.html' title='Welcome . . . Madelyn Dawn'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/RvVFV_CdNlI/AAAAAAAAACk/qUSmscbUEjM/s72-c/DSCN0758.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-4192537799077831211</id><published>2007-09-22T11:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-12-28T16:09:48.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bigggg Belly</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;. . . and inside is a fabulous little girl who probably already has a pink ribbon and pink polish on her nails. Her pink striped room awaits her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149132254110599010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3VkgPvEx2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/47M4huKEGjU/s320/belly_b_w.jpg" border="0" /&gt;William kissing my belly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3VkgvvEx3I/AAAAAAAAAE0/1IlR0ne5He8/s1600-h/37weeks5days.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149132262700533618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3VkgvvEx3I/AAAAAAAAAE0/1IlR0ne5He8/s320/37weeks5days.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 37 weeks. 5 days. But who is counting????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149132266995500930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="313" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3Vkg_vEx4I/AAAAAAAAAE8/F7FNNDLLhzI/s320/DSCN0755.JPG" width="240" border="0" /&gt;It's time!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-4192537799077831211?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/4192537799077831211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=4192537799077831211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/4192537799077831211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/4192537799077831211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2007/09/bigggg-belly.html' title='Bigggg Belly'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/R3VkgPvEx2I/AAAAAAAAAEs/47M4huKEGjU/s72-c/belly_b_w.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-9145616602380362775</id><published>2007-03-19T19:12:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T10:20:14.804-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day at Palm Island</title><content type='html'>So mom and dad took a beach vacation to a very secluded island. They invited Steph and I to come down because they wanted "us" to enjoy a day at the beach . . . translation . . . it had been over 48 hours since they had been with their grandbabies and were going through withdrawl. If we could have shipped the kids down their alone - I think they would have liked that just fine!&lt;br /&gt;We had a great time on the beach! To our surprise - SoSo loved the sand. She sat and played in it for quite a while. William on the other handled his love for the beach differently. Throwing sand, rolling around in the sand, digging in the sand, covering PopPop's feet with the sand, trying to bury SiSi in the sand. Much fun was had by all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043774606952222290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/Rf8WSC6FzlI/AAAAAAAAABE/HXijxv2JFkc/s320/DSCN0016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/Rf8WRi6FzkI/AAAAAAAAAA8/MKM4UpLF7Rg/s1600-h/DSCN0014bw.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/Rf8WSS6FzmI/AAAAAAAAABM/s7QtVopCT0c/s1600-h/DSCN0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043774611247189602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/Rf8WSS6FzmI/AAAAAAAAABM/s7QtVopCT0c/s320/DSCN0020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/Rf8WSy6FznI/AAAAAAAAABU/IhPvI_VaWfE/s1600-h/DSCN0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/Rf8WTC6FzoI/AAAAAAAAABc/EVKucZWKE1c/s1600-h/DSCN0024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043774624132091522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/Rf8WTC6FzoI/AAAAAAAAABc/EVKucZWKE1c/s320/DSCN0024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-9145616602380362775?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/9145616602380362775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=9145616602380362775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/9145616602380362775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/9145616602380362775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2007/03/day-at-palm-island.html' title='Day at Palm Island'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/Rf8WSC6FzlI/AAAAAAAAABE/HXijxv2JFkc/s72-c/DSCN0016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-27286985749983589</id><published>2007-03-19T19:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T10:19:32.288-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/Rf_tLM-CMoI/AAAAAAAAAB8/AVMFREdozjU/s1600-h/DSCN0014bw.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044010884394005122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/Rf_tLM-CMoI/AAAAAAAAAB8/AVMFREdozjU/s400/DSCN0014bw.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/Rf_tLs-CMpI/AAAAAAAAACE/GmvU3w0DEoA/s1600-h/DSCN0022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044010892983939730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/Rf_tLs-CMpI/AAAAAAAAACE/GmvU3w0DEoA/s400/DSCN0022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-27286985749983589?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/27286985749983589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=27286985749983589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/27286985749983589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/27286985749983589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2007/03/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/Rf_tLM-CMoI/AAAAAAAAAB8/AVMFREdozjU/s72-c/DSCN0014bw.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-984783386461231620</id><published>2007-03-19T19:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T19:16:20.997-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Palm Island</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/Rf8Zmy6FzpI/AAAAAAAAABk/QT1HhYDzzps/s1600-h/DSCN0038edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043778261969391250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/Rf8Zmy6FzpI/AAAAAAAAABk/QT1HhYDzzps/s320/DSCN0038edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/Rf8ZnC6FzqI/AAAAAAAAABs/X4PhYaf4XCU/s1600-h/DSCN0042edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043778266264358562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/Rf8ZnC6FzqI/AAAAAAAAABs/X4PhYaf4XCU/s320/DSCN0042edit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/Rf8Zni6FzrI/AAAAAAAAAB0/v-_4uqGc5hA/s1600-h/DSCN0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5043778274854293170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/Rf8Zni6FzrI/AAAAAAAAAB0/v-_4uqGc5hA/s320/DSCN0044.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-984783386461231620?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/984783386461231620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=984783386461231620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/984783386461231620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/984783386461231620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2007/03/palm-island.html' title='Palm Island'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/Rf8Zmy6FzpI/AAAAAAAAABk/QT1HhYDzzps/s72-c/DSCN0038edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-114342805693222125</id><published>2006-03-26T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T21:54:16.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Poses</title><content type='html'>So when William was 6 weeks old, I thought getting a professional picture of him was hard. He was screaming, I was all alone &amp; sweating, the photographer was edgy, the end result . . . a picture that will embarrass him in front of his friends and girlfriends (girlfriend part being 25 years down the road, but it will happen) for years to come. I don't know why I even bought them. To remind me of the fabulous experience???&lt;br /&gt;One infant has nothing on multiple children.&lt;br /&gt;I learned this after Steph &amp;amp; I spent a morning trying to get William to stand still and Sofia happy and both looking at the photographer at the same time. Steph was crouched nearby holding on to Sofi's pacifier ready to rip it out of her mouth; I was holding a prop in front of William in hopes of keeping him entertained and still. Then simultaneously Steph ripped the paci from Sofi, I pull the prop away and "click". William starts to run and Sofi is ticked.&lt;br /&gt;I now have a whole new appreciation for those of you with multiple young children and good looking family photos. Somehow, we got a sweet Easter photo of William and Sofia and a live bunny. All still for a microsecond - but it was long enough to capture a great memory for a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/003_3b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/002_2b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-114342805693222125?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/114342805693222125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=114342805693222125' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/114342805693222125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/114342805693222125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2006/03/little-poses.html' title='Little Poses'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-114098352920574898</id><published>2006-02-26T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T14:52:09.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunset at the Beach</title><content type='html'>Brad is gone one weekend a month for school. On those weekends, I try to do something different with William. Yesterday we went to watch the sunset at Picnic Island. We had a great time. We watched the birds (William calls them "duckduck" - close enough) and played in the sand and picked up broken shells. It was a little windy so we cuddled up together while we watched the sky change into this beautiful orange and pink.&lt;br /&gt;As the sun hit the horizon, I told him to wave goodbye to the sunset. He waved goodbye and said "byebye @*^!#". That's not him cussing - I just couldn't understand what it was. It was a two syllable something. After it set, we got up to leave. Every couple of steps he would stop and turn back to the ocean, raise his arm to wave and said "byebye @*^!#".&lt;br /&gt;It was a sweet and memorable time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/IMGA0200.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/IMGA0186.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/IMGA0195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-114098352920574898?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/114098352920574898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=114098352920574898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/114098352920574898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/114098352920574898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2006/02/sunset-at-beach.html' title='Sunset at the Beach'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-114098400200531779</id><published>2006-02-26T14:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T15:00:02.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/1600/IMGA0188.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/IMGA0188.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When we first got to the park, he was so excited.  Smiling and laughing and running.  It was so cute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/1600/IMGA0203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/IMGA0203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/1600/IMGA0191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/IMGA0191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He's not a big fan of the sand on his feet and between his toes.  He kept wiping them off and then wiping his hands on my jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-114098400200531779?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/114098400200531779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=114098400200531779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/114098400200531779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/114098400200531779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2006/02/when-we-first-got-to-park-he-was-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-114003660750694102</id><published>2006-02-14T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T16:41:35.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/1600/valentine"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/valentine%27s1.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day to all. Today was a funny &amp; sweet day.&lt;br /&gt;It started out with cleaning up what we call "shooey" off the playroom floor. It was actually funny. I looked over at William, without a diaper on (not typical attire, but we were headed to the tub), and noticed him sitting with something between his legs. As I walked closer, it was "IT" - what I've heard happen to other girlfriends, had happened to me. Then . . . William stuck his finger in "IT", held it up to me and said, "PooPoo". Yes, my sweetheart - that is "PooPoo". I couldn't help but laugh. "PooPoo".&lt;br /&gt;The day ended with another bath (no potty stories to tell) and a story. After we prayed, William squirmed out of my lap and walked to the crib and pointed inside. He was done cuddling and loving - he was ready for bed. Sad, but ohh so very sweet. I can't believe the little 5 pounder that came home from the hospital - like yesterday - can walk to his crib and communicate that he is ready to go to bed. Does that seem weird to anyone else? Tell me I'm not alone on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister recently had her first child. We were talking a couple days before Sofia arrived, and Steph was telling me what she thought Sofi's personality would be like. I never thought about that. At least I don't remember wondering what our little guy's personality would be. Well, William may be "all Brad" when it comes to his physical makeup - but his social behavior isn't "all Brad". Though - I'm not sure it's me either. He is truly one social little guy. As his vocabulary blossoms it is more apparent. A couple weeks ago I was strolling him down the sidewalk on the beach in Ft Lauderdale. As people came into William's view he would raise his arm and very clearly and loudly say, "HI". Usually they would respond. After they passed he would lean out the side of his stroller and say, "Byeeee". It made me smile every time. We went to an indoor playground recently - William starts running through saying HI to everyone. It was so cute. I especially like watching him get in older toddlers faces and smiling so big . . . like he's saying, "Hey, you look pretty cool. Wanna go tear it up out there????"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/valentine%27s2bw.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I'm sure if I had thought about his personality prior to his birth - that would not have been how I would have imagined him. He's so much better and more fun than either Brad or I could have dreamed. I remember my dad telling my sister and me when we were kids, "I like you guys." (On a side note: he liked me best :). Brad and I feel the same about our child - we really like him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-114003660750694102?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/114003660750694102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=114003660750694102' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/114003660750694102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/114003660750694102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-114004064626243945</id><published>2005-12-27T16:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T23:29:28.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas to all</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/1600/IMGA0112.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!!!!&lt;br /&gt;What an exciting day. I'll let the pictures do most of the talking. William was a blast as he opened up his presents. He didn't grasp that he was supposed to open one, admire it, and move on to the next. That will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/IMGA0112.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(William on his talking pony. Can you tell he likes it???)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/IMGA0085.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(William playing with his BIG lego-alikes.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/IMGA0118.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(Aunt Rae &amp; Uncle Rick bought William another NOISY toy - his own piano, guitar &amp;amp; mic)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-114004064626243945?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/114004064626243945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=114004064626243945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/114004064626243945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/114004064626243945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2005/12/merry-christmas-to-all.html' title='Merry Christmas to all'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-114006464823070706</id><published>2005-12-27T11:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T23:37:28.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/IMGA0134.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(opening gifts from Uncle Steve - he would get side tracked with tape on his fingers.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/1600/IMGA0139.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/IMGA0139.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (This is what William's initial response was to his football from his uncle Steve!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-114006464823070706?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/114006464823070706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=114006464823070706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/114006464823070706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/114006464823070706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2005/12/opening-gifts-from-uncle-steve-he.html' title=''/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-114004042540059289</id><published>2005-11-30T16:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T17:50:41.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving, thankfully</title><content type='html'>We traveled to NYC again this year for the Macy's Day Parade and all the crowds imaginable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/IMG_0137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Dan holding William at the parade)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's not a lifestyle I'd want to live everyday, but boy the crowded sidewalks and stores are invigorating for a couple days.  Of course, it helps to have a good family brawl to keep the blood pumping in that FREEZING cold weather.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/IMG_0126crop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(William bundled up in his stroller:  snow suit and thick blanket)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;OK - not fighting with each other - more like ALL protecting ONE.  It happened at the parade. It started with my sister defending my mom. Then Dan defending his wife. Then me defending Dan and threatening to call the cops over. It was fun. For those who know the entire family - it's easy to imagine. My sister describes it as "fiercely loyal". And we are. We love each other - we have so much to be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;At dinner every year we go around the table and tell what we are thankful for. The prevailing #1 - our relationship with the Lord. We get teary as we listen to each others recollection of the year's events. We are truly blessed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/IMG_0146.jpg" border="0" /&gt;(William holding PopPop's hand at Thanksgiving dinner.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-114004042540059289?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/114004042540059289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=114004042540059289' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/114004042540059289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/114004042540059289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2005/11/thanksgiving-thankfully.html' title='Thanksgiving, thankfully'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-114006110358488522</id><published>2005-11-30T15:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T22:48:37.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/IMG_0135.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;(Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade in Time Square.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/IMGA0051.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;(Us having fun at the parade.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/IMG_0151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Family Picture at dinner.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-114006110358488522?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/114006110358488522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=114006110358488522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/114006110358488522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/114006110358488522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2005/11/macys-thanksgiving-day-parade-in-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-114006154299264708</id><published>2005-11-30T13:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T22:49:00.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/1600/IMG_0148crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/IMG_0148crop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Me, mom, and Steph (Sofi's in there too!))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/1600/IMG_0167crop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/IMG_0167crop.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (PopPop and William)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/1600/IMG_0170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/IMG_0170.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Me and the one I'm thankful for this Thanksgiving and every day!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-114006154299264708?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/114006154299264708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=114006154299264708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/114006154299264708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/114006154299264708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2005/11/me-mom-and-steph-sofis-in-there-too.html' title=''/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-113052792344149958</id><published>2005-10-23T00:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T15:44:09.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch Fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We visited a pumpkin festival in Bradenton. We had a great time for only having an hour to play since we got there one hour prior to closing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/PICT2044.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;William was overwhelmed by all the orange "balls". He kept saying, "Ball. Ball.". It was very cute.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/PICT2050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Sweet boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/PICT2047.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/PICT2055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;William found the fence a challenge. He pulled and pushed trying to get it down. I think he saw the open field and so many possibilities.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/PICT2054.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Brad and William.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/PICT2058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Me and William in the pumpkin patch.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/PICT2060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;William on the fire truck. He loved the gadgets.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-113052792344149958?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/113052792344149958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=113052792344149958' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/113052792344149958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/113052792344149958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2005/10/pumpkin-patch-fun.html' title='Pumpkin Patch Fun'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-113021099753985458</id><published>2005-09-10T23:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T23:43:11.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Boy</title><content type='html'>Wow! I can't believe it has been 1 year! I'm sure all parents say that. I look at William and wonder where my baby went. My little 6 pounder. His entire body fit in my lap. And now he's big and crawling so fast. He is cruising on the furniture. Walking is in the near future. He is so much fun. He laughs and giggles and smiles and flirts. Oh, he is so fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/010_101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/1600/011_111.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/011_111.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These are his official 1 year pictures. I saw the piano prop in the studio and thought it said so much about William - his love for music, love for banging on the piano, his musical heritage. It just goes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/DSC_00211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;William and Cousin Lindsey.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/DSC_0100.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Auntie Sisi lovin' on W.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/DSC_00551.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Uncle Ferrel holding W.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/DSC_00521.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This would be William checking out Miss Jackie (Fred and Dawn's little girl).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 355px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 500px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="336" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/DSC_0076.jpg" width="355" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Birthdays are fun for the little ones - but the adults have just as much fun (probably more).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-113021099753985458?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/113021099753985458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=113021099753985458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/113021099753985458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/113021099753985458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2005/09/birthday-boy.html' title='Birthday Boy'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-113021277397971974</id><published>2005-09-10T23:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T00:17:37.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday II</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/191/4409/640/DSC_0089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/191/4409/400/DSC_0089.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Birthday dinner &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/DSC_00932.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gerber Graduates tray wasn't what W had in mind for his birthday dinner. He was lovin' on his daddy for rescuing him from the packaged meal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="353" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/DSC_00322.JPG" width="451" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We had some outdoor activities for the older kids.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 341px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="373" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/DSC_01022.JPG" width="310" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;They played in what we affectionately call the "WTP".&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-113021277397971974?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/113021277397971974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=113021277397971974' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/113021277397971974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/113021277397971974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2005/09/birthday-ii.html' title='Birthday II'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-113021413306486259</id><published>2005-09-10T23:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T00:32:08.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/191/4409/640/DSC_0048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/191/4409/400/DSC_0048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan helping out with the paint. It is amazing - not a single drop of paint got anywhere except where it was intended! &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-113021413306486259?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/113021413306486259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=113021413306486259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/113021413306486259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/113021413306486259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2005/09/dan-helping-out-with-paint.html' title=''/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-113021417752250696</id><published>2005-09-10T23:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T00:33:11.363-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/191/4409/640/DSC_0043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/191/4409/400/DSC_0043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chalk on the sidewalk appeared to be a hit (thanks Abby!). &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-113021417752250696?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/113021417752250696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=113021417752250696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/113021417752250696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/113021417752250696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2005/09/chalk-on-sidewalk-appeared-to-be-hit.html' title=''/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-113021423076787704</id><published>2005-09-10T23:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T00:33:51.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/191/4409/640/DSC_0130.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/191/4409/400/DSC_0130.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Fred dared Brad to put both his and William's face in the cake . . . I still can't believe Brad did it! &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-113021423076787704?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/113021423076787704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=113021423076787704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/113021423076787704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/113021423076787704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-fred-dared-brad-to-put-both-his-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-113021424811565513</id><published>2005-09-10T23:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T00:35:01.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/191/4409/640/DSC_0131.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/191/4409/400/DSC_0131.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay - funny! &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-113021424811565513?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/113021424811565513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=113021424811565513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/113021424811565513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/113021424811565513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2005/09/okay-funny.html' title=''/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-113021428814534941</id><published>2005-09-10T23:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T00:35:55.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/191/4409/640/DSC_0137.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/191/4409/400/DSC_0137.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W's first bite of the cake. &lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Picasa" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-113021428814534941?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/113021428814534941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=113021428814534941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/113021428814534941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/113021428814534941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2005/09/ws-first-bite-of-cake.html' title=''/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-113021588159809345</id><published>2005-09-10T23:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T00:56:32.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/DSC_0139.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Okay, this is more than we expected. I wasn't too enthusiastic about the smash cake to begin with. But I had several people tell me not to worry, he wouldn't eat more than a couple bites. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It figures, he may look like Brad, but it is obvious he has my sweet tooth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/DSC_0141.jpg" border="0" /&gt;William eating the cake, face first. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/1600/DSC_0143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/DSC_0143.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So once W had eaten a third of the cake, we figured it was time to call it quits. The sugar overload in his system made him a completely different child. He was so mean!!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***All in all, a fun afternoon celebrating our child's first birthday with family and friends. ***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-113021588159809345?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/113021588159809345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=113021588159809345' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/113021588159809345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/113021588159809345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2005/09/okay-this-is-more-than-we-expected.html' title=''/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-112598223949079710</id><published>2005-08-29T00:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T00:50:39.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Team Statement</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;We've not been big college football fans.  Brad and I both graduated from USF - so we've not taken sides with Miami, FSU, or UF.  But Brad got accepted into UF this fall - and now the boys will be modeling more blue and orange (sorry Chad).&lt;br /&gt;These are some pics after Brad's 1st day of classes in Gainesville. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/PICT2034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Where Brad will be spending a lot of time at over the next 20 months.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/PICT2039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;William showing off his school spirit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/PICT2024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;William in UF attire.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-112598223949079710?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/112598223949079710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=112598223949079710' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/112598223949079710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/112598223949079710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2005/08/team-statement.html' title='A Team Statement'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-112598162316062477</id><published>2005-08-28T00:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T00:41:12.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Love in his eyes.</title><content type='html'>When I look into my child's beautiful blue eyes, I think how awesome he is.&lt;br /&gt;I know all moms feel that way about their children.&lt;br /&gt;So do I.&lt;br /&gt;William is such a blessing. He is full of life - loving - sweet - and he keeps us on our toes. I am so thankful the Lord has entrusted him to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/PICT2018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-112598162316062477?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/112598162316062477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=112598162316062477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/112598162316062477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/112598162316062477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2005/08/love-in-his-eyes.html' title='Love in his eyes.'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-112598140336163978</id><published>2005-08-20T00:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T00:36:43.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Up</title><content type='html'>These are just some every day pics that we've gotten a kick out of. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/PICT2005.jpg" border="0" /&gt; William loves to play with his PopPop. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/PICT2006.jpg" border="0" /&gt; "Give me that nose!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/PICT2001.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The Gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/PICT2003.jpg" border="0" /&gt; "If I pull on it hard enough, I can break out of this joint!" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/PICT2004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Okay, that didn't work. This blue thing has to be the key to getting out."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/PICT2007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;William teething on his sterling silver rattle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/PICT2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Apparently, this is "creeping". For those of you who are unaware of the definition of "creeping" (as I was until the pediatrician told me what it was) it is walking with the assistance of furniture.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-112598140336163978?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/112598140336163978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=112598140336163978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/112598140336163978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/112598140336163978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2005/08/growing-up.html' title='Growing Up'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-112598032638561199</id><published>2005-07-27T00:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T00:18:46.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Month Milestone</title><content type='html'>The first haircut. It's a milestone. One that we're keeping a souvenir to remember the big event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/PICT1990.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Brad came to the salon for this momentous occasion.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/PICT1995.jpg" border="0" /&gt;William is a little pensive.  He's not quite sure about all this.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/PICT1997.jpg" border="0" /&gt;I got a good grip on William - he's quite the squirmy little guy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/PICT1998.jpg" border="0" /&gt;All done.  The first haircut was a success!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/PICT2000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Thank you Mrs. Patty!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-112598032638561199?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/112598032638561199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=112598032638561199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/112598032638561199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/112598032638561199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2005/07/10-month-milestone.html' title='10 Month Milestone'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-112597918127785253</id><published>2005-06-25T23:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T00:53:19.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'>9 Month Milestone</title><content type='html'>Standing in the crib.  And getting there on your own.  It's a milestone.&lt;br /&gt;And . . . it caught me off guard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/PICT1972.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is what I walked into this week. Our baby boy - our little preemie 6 pounder - standing in his crib. What happened? Where is our baby? I expected it to go fast. But not this fast. Baby time is gone. We're being shoved into toddler time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/1600/PICT19771.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/PICT19771.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Giggling. I love to see William giggle. This time he's laughing at himself. I imagine he's saying, "Now this getting up on my own thing is cool."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/1600/PICT19751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2997/967/320/PICT19751.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hanging out. Me and my stuffed toys. It's all good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-112597918127785253?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/112597918127785253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=112597918127785253' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/112597918127785253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/112597918127785253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2005/06/9-month-milestone_25.html' title='9 Month Milestone'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-111967161545000282</id><published>2005-06-24T23:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T23:53:35.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Father's Day</title><content type='html'>Father's Day was a very special weekend for Brad and William. &lt;br /&gt;They hit the golf course that Brad and his dad played on so much when he was a boy (it helped that it was in their back yard).  William fell asleep around the 7th hole - but we thought that was pretty good for our squirt on his first time to the golf course.&lt;br /&gt;They also wore their matching - well, coordinating - Pebble Beach shirts to church on Sunday.  Last year when we were in California, Brad tried to buy himself a matching onesie to match with William's - but when it was a little too small - we decided coordinating shirts were the way to go :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-111967161545000282?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/111967161545000282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=111967161545000282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/111967161545000282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/111967161545000282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2005/06/fathers-day.html' title='Father&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-111967127067720032</id><published>2005-06-24T23:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T23:47:50.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/191/4409/640/PICT1969.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/191/4409/400/PICT1969.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad had bought coordinating "Pebble Beach" shirts during our California trip last year when I was 6 months pregnant.  So here they are in their Pebble Beach outfits for Father's Day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-111967127067720032?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/111967127067720032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=111967127067720032' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/111967127067720032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/111967127067720032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2005/06/brad-had-bought-coordinating-pebble.html' title=''/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-111967118173558265</id><published>2005-06-24T23:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T23:46:21.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/191/4409/640/PICT1971.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/191/4409/400/PICT1971.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family Father's Day picture&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-111967118173558265?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/111967118173558265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=111967118173558265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/111967118173558265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/111967118173558265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2005/06/family-fathers-day-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-111967115763815461</id><published>2005-06-24T23:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T23:45:57.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/191/4409/640/PICT1967.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/191/4409/400/PICT1967.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father's Day pics&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-111967115763815461?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/111967115763815461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=111967115763815461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/111967115763815461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/111967115763815461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2005/06/fathers-day-pics_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-111967112386120563</id><published>2005-06-24T23:45:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T23:45:23.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/191/4409/640/PICT1964.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/191/4409/400/PICT1964.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father's Day pics&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-111967112386120563?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/111967112386120563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=111967112386120563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/111967112386120563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/111967112386120563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2005/06/fathers-day-pics.html' title=''/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-111967111084508321</id><published>2005-06-24T23:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T23:45:10.850-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/191/4409/640/PICT1961.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/191/4409/400/PICT1961.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Father's Day, Brad wanted to take William golfing on the same course that Brad and his dad spent so much time on together.  It was a very memorable event.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-111967111084508321?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/111967111084508321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=111967111084508321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/111967111084508321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/111967111084508321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2005/06/for-fathers-day-brad-wanted-to-take.html' title=''/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-111967103843973154</id><published>2005-06-24T23:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T23:43:58.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/191/4409/640/PICT1963.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/191/4409/400/PICT1963.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William and Brad.  What a fun time!&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-111967103843973154?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/111967103843973154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=111967103843973154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/111967103843973154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/111967103843973154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2005/06/william-and-brad.html' title=''/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-111967095149794124</id><published>2005-06-24T23:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T23:42:31.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/191/4409/640/PICT1956.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/191/4409/400/PICT1956.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding WIlliam back from taking off in the golf cart.  We'd have a problem if his legs could reach the peddle . . . he had a strong grip on the wheel.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-111967095149794124?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/111967095149794124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=111967095149794124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/111967095149794124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/111967095149794124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2005/06/im-holding-william-back-from-taking.html' title=''/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-111967089142670554</id><published>2005-06-24T23:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T23:41:31.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/191/4409/640/PICT1954.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/191/4409/400/PICT1954.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Willaim in the driver's seat&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-111967089142670554?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/111967089142670554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=111967089142670554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/111967089142670554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/111967089142670554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2005/06/willaim-in-drivers-seat.html' title=''/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-111967100262546089</id><published>2005-06-24T23:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T23:54:59.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/191/4409/640/PICT1960.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/191/4409/400/PICT1960.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting bored - but more than that - getting tired. &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-111967100262546089?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/111967100262546089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=111967100262546089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/111967100262546089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/111967100262546089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2005/06/getting-bored-but-more-than-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-111966969230340667</id><published>2005-06-18T23:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T23:31:24.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun</title><content type='html'>Here are some fun pics from the past couple of weeks. The last 2 weeks have been hectic with VBS. But William has been a trooper and so pleasant (so the nursery workers say) being put in the nursery every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-111966969230340667?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/111966969230340667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=111966969230340667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/111966969230340667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/111966969230340667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2005/06/fun.html' title='Fun'/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-111967010179010576</id><published>2005-06-18T23:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T23:31:53.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/191/4409/640/pictVBS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/191/4409/400/pictVBS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day at VBS! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-111967010179010576?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/111967010179010576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=111967010179010576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/111967010179010576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/111967010179010576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2005/06/first-day-at-vbs_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-111967002047609082</id><published>2005-06-18T23:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T23:32:17.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/191/4409/640/PICT1903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/191/4409/400/PICT1903.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William studying his bouncy ball for the first time. &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; PADDING-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-TOP: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px" alt="Posted by Hello" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" align="absMiddle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11762684-111967002047609082?l=thehertensteins.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/feeds/111967002047609082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11762684&amp;postID=111967002047609082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/111967002047609082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11762684/posts/default/111967002047609082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thehertensteins.blogspot.com/2005/06/william-studying-his-bouncy-ball-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Victoria</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05838893578331015856</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_faiISY_Xqa4/THVXZsJFhQI/AAAAAAAABSI/rpeFK7W8ez0/S220/08142010.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11762684.post-111966941416623521</id><published>2005-06-18T23:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T23:23:55.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/191/4409/640/PICT1911.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/191/4409/400/PICT1911.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William and Dad. You've never seen a granddad adore his grandson as much as this one does! &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none tran
