<?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-363490347112376056</id><updated>2011-09-09T23:55:43.146-07:00</updated><category term='birthday'/><category term='O'/><category term='photography'/><category term='portland'/><category term='homeschooling'/><category term='Thrifty'/><category term='F'/><category term='christmas card'/><category term='garden'/><category term='Simplicity'/><category term='mental health'/><category term='Education'/><category term='March'/><title type='text'>lbp</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363490347112376056/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lbp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18240546780687083995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SNSVb3RZjlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/anZefMNmjSI/S220/IMG_7613.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363490347112376056.post-4703747150548480198</id><published>2009-08-26T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T22:33:03.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's for dinner?</title><content type='html'>I love to experiment and try new recipes, but with a busy life and 3 kids, I can no longer wing it at dinner time. I have an excel spreadsheet with my 3 week rotations. The three week rotation is a chore rotation for the kids. Each child has a particular chore for a week. They swap jobs on Sundays. The first rotation is finished. I've used it for 15 weeks and loved it. I am ready for variety though and am starting another 3 week rotation. My hope is to compile 4 of these so I can adjust the menu seasonally to take advantage of fresh produce and lower prices. I have found that I spend less money on groceries if I stick with my menu. It is generic enough I don't get too bored, but specific enough I can make sure I have the ingredients on hand for the week's meals. The second 3 week rotation is a work in progress. I'm not too excited with it at the moment so please feel free to leave comments and suggestions. I'd like to add in a cooking night per week per child and my older kids want to start making a family lunch a few times a week. Ideally they'll plan and prepare that meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I can't figure out how to post an excel spreadsheet to my blog, anyone know how to do this?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363490347112376056-4703747150548480198?l=littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/4703747150548480198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com/2009/08/whats-for-dinner.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363490347112376056/posts/default/4703747150548480198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363490347112376056/posts/default/4703747150548480198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com/2009/08/whats-for-dinner.html' title='What&apos;s for dinner?'/><author><name>lbp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18240546780687083995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SNSVb3RZjlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/anZefMNmjSI/S220/IMG_7613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363490347112376056.post-5624979991842077479</id><published>2009-06-17T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T16:43:33.640-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Simplicity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thrifty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Education'/><title type='text'>Simplicity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/Sjl82hib2VI/AAAAAAAAAQg/gDlcfs0wC0o/s1600-h/IMG_0133.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we moved from Phoenix, AZ to Portland, OR my husband and I gave ourselves a challenge. Let's see how little we really needed. We packed what we could into the back of our CRV. Every nook and cranny was filled to the brim. Each child brought a small rubbermaid storage tote filled with their favorite items. We pretended we were very spoiled pioneers following our own Oregon Trail. We had all the modern amenities, but we didn't have much space and we had to be selective about what we took and what we would leave behind. We did not bring a TV, but we do watch a movie on our computer each weekend. We assumed we would use the library for our little readers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O, almost 3yo- filled his box with train tracks, trains, building blocks, alphabet blocks, and tools. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;F 5 3/4yo-chose to bring his car collection- mostly corvettes, his paper airplane book, and a few stuffed animals. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Z 7 3/4yo- Brought a few books, her scriptures, her small American Girl dolls, her Groovy Girls, her beading supplies, stuffed animals, and a sewing kit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The children have shared so nicely with each other, played with all their toys, and cleaned them up on a regular basis. I think sometimes when I buy a toy for my children , I imagine it will make my child smarter or buy me some free time. What this experiment has shown me is we don't need much to provide a rich learning environment for our children and our attention is much more important than the latest video game or newest solar system kit ( or fill in the toy name blank). My children have struggled learning to leave me alone, when I need a break or to get something finished quickly. Here, without the extra stimulation of our home in Phoenix, they are learning to play with each other and to respect my boundaries and house rules. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We regularly send the kids to the park behind our apartment- I can see it directly below my 2nd floor balcony. They love the freedom, the independence, and most importantly the responsibility to look after each other. Each child has gained confidence and learned compassion and empathy for each other. Does this mean they never fight- no, they are learning how to get out of the fights better and how to be loyal friends. It was tough for me to let go and ato trust them, but they have exceeded my expectations and are a source of great pleasure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/Sjl_COwkUuI/AAAAAAAAAQo/37VuLnaS4AM/s1600-h/IMG_0133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348445708777444066" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/Sjl_COwkUuI/AAAAAAAAAQo/37VuLnaS4AM/s320/IMG_0133.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you look closely you can see the little park in the bottom left hand corner of the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;B and I packed the bare minimum of clothing with very different stratagies. I assumed we'd take lots of pictures and selected more presentable outfits. B, ever the pragmatist, brought mostly what he would leave behind. Almost worn out? Pack it! Hate that shirt? Bring it- I'll leave it in OR. We brought our cast iron skillet and no other kitchen supplies. I brought my sewing machines and he brought very few personal belongings. I shipped two boxes of school books to my friend. Our car looked like it would explode if we put one more thing in there! (We are getting a rack and cargo box for the trip back to Phoenix). We assumed we could furnish our apartment mostly with 2nd hand items! The thrift stores out here are awesome! We had a friend lend us a couch and we bought a laptop and printer out here. Since we will take the electronics home with us, I'm not including it in our overall spending. We furnished our apartment- for about $1000. That paid for pans, dishes, storage containers, cooking utensils, stereo, table and chairs, coffee table, stereo table, dresser, 3 kid mattresses (new), 1 king size mattress set, vacuum cleaner, some clothes for the family, and 2 air conditioners. None of the items are made out of particle board (yuck!). I am amazed at how well we did and the kids learned some valuable lessons on budgeting and what you can buy used and what should be purchased new.&lt;br /&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/_u50i7iXn13s/Sjl82fyia8I/AAAAAAAAAQY/cmGTjy_1pB8/s1600-h/IMG_0129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348443308167424962" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/Sjl82fyia8I/AAAAAAAAAQY/cmGTjy_1pB8/s320/IMG_0129.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Living Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/Sjl81z1vJfI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/k3Jaoa5MjTM/s1600-h/IMG_0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348443296369681906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/Sjl81z1vJfI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/k3Jaoa5MjTM/s320/IMG_0128.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kitchen &amp;amp; Dining area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/Sjl81hAAGEI/AAAAAAAAAQI/C3U_L48s0-U/s1600-h/IMG_0124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348443291312461890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/Sjl81hAAGEI/AAAAAAAAAQI/C3U_L48s0-U/s320/IMG_0124.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kids room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/Sjl81RC_QMI/AAAAAAAAAQA/SBPN10dLRpg/s1600-h/IMG_0122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348443287030022338" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/Sjl81RC_QMI/AAAAAAAAAQA/SBPN10dLRpg/s320/IMG_0122.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come to appreciate and enjoy simplicity. I think I am going to purge even more stuff from our home in AZ when we return in October/November. I love our experiment and so far it has had so many benefits for our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363490347112376056-5624979991842077479?l=littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/5624979991842077479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com/2009/06/simplicity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363490347112376056/posts/default/5624979991842077479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363490347112376056/posts/default/5624979991842077479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com/2009/06/simplicity.html' title='Simplicity'/><author><name>lbp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18240546780687083995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SNSVb3RZjlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/anZefMNmjSI/S220/IMG_7613.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/Sjl_COwkUuI/AAAAAAAAAQo/37VuLnaS4AM/s72-c/IMG_0133.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363490347112376056.post-6029086095074187741</id><published>2009-06-17T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T16:11:55.657-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mental health'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='portland'/><title type='text'>Life is good</title><content type='html'>Today I walked to the eye doctor with my three kids in tow. I can't believe how much I love living near Portland, Oregon. The kids behaved well for the hour and a half we were at the doctor's office and afterward we went out to lunch and walked home. I didn't have to yell at the kids or beg them to stop harrassing each other. I love how accessible the shops and doctors' offices are and how I can leave my car parked for a few days and not drive anywhere if I don't want to. If I do want to go somewhere, I only have to drive 15 min-30 minutes to see some spectacular scenerey, nature preserve, or go into Portland. The best part though is it is only 70 degrees today- in the middle of June. For those of you not from Phoenix, you will probably not understand my love affair with a cool summer. I feel a vibrance, an energy, and a love of life I've not felt in a long time. I love how cool it is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/Sjlpnao0qNI/AAAAAAAAAPY/QWLvSEvXjnU/s1600-h/IMG_0137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348422158365534418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/Sjlpnao0qNI/AAAAAAAAAPY/QWLvSEvXjnU/s320/IMG_0137.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Multnomah Falls, Oregon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SjlpnLwGUSI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/iM_2xSmv5xA/s1600-h/IMG_0114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348422154369519906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SjlpnLwGUSI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/iM_2xSmv5xA/s320/IMG_0114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Z &amp;amp; O enjoy the library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/Sjlpmy7Jp6I/AAAAAAAAAPI/ODm1364Irb8/s1600-h/IMG_0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348422147704989602" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/Sjlpmy7Jp6I/AAAAAAAAAPI/ODm1364Irb8/s320/IMG_0090.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;D, F, O, &amp;amp; Z enjoy the beautiful flowers at the Rhodedendron Garden in Portland, OR &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When we moved from Phoenix to Portland, I felt so uptight and stressed out. I was totally burnt out. Between homeschooling, the move, my volunteer work, and purging the house of excess stuff- I had taken on more than I could handle alone. I guess I'm still learning how to ask for help. As we drove through California, visiting with old friends, I began to relax and find myself again. You know the person you want to be, the one that you lose the minute you start irrationally yelling at you kids- when their bickering is about to send you over the cliff of insanity. Oh wait, we don't yell at our children.....(most of the time). So I've rediscovered that person and I love how as we drove north and far away from the heat I just unwound. I'd almost say I'm pretty mellow these days. The most amazing part about finding my mellow side again is that my kids are unwinding and less defensive with each other. I really should have paid attention to my little mood barometers. &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/363490347112376056-6029086095074187741?l=littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/6029086095074187741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-is-good.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363490347112376056/posts/default/6029086095074187741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363490347112376056/posts/default/6029086095074187741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-is-good.html' title='Life is good'/><author><name>lbp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18240546780687083995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SNSVb3RZjlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/anZefMNmjSI/S220/IMG_7613.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/Sjlpnao0qNI/AAAAAAAAAPY/QWLvSEvXjnU/s72-c/IMG_0137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363490347112376056.post-7958612603152728861</id><published>2008-10-21T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T20:43:03.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Mayhem Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; For F's 5th bday we celebrated early by visiting Prescott for a classic Corvette show. He had no idea. As we walked down the street he saw one, then two, then three Corvettes. He began shaking with excitement and glee as he noticed Covettes lining both sides and the middle of a 3 downtown streets. He was thrilled with his early present. The pictures say it all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259808367043275794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SP6X15g97BI/AAAAAAAAAK8/LCs-M2k3IGg/s320/IMG_7778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Hmm. What's that I see? &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259811434857429314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SP6aoeA2-UI/AAAAAAAAAME/SuS8dqMwk8c/s320/IMG_7832.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259808373555671586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SP6X2RxpMiI/AAAAAAAAALE/N0QlCHMupcQ/s320/IMG_7780.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259808379417436466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SP6X2nnMoTI/AAAAAAAAALM/pJ9bWOsaRuw/s320/IMG_7783.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How does that work?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259808387135900338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SP6X3EXbCrI/AAAAAAAAALU/kxo7w-bM9K8/s320/IMG_7787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259808393490434866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SP6X3cCdizI/AAAAAAAAALc/nqSAKFBulTI/s320/IMG_7788.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259811413321319698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SP6anNyQBRI/AAAAAAAAALk/ISicL-NDxRE/s320/IMG_7797.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;B and my favorite.  I like the old Stingrays too.  We are not really Corvette-philes, but F has taught us to appreciate them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259811418430066018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SP6ang0RTWI/AAAAAAAAALs/l481uf9DLLk/s320/IMG_7798.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Now, let me tell you about my car....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259811425298026146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SP6an6ZuDqI/AAAAAAAAAL0/qIwRhnYkId0/s320/IMG_7800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;F's favorite (aside from the Stingrays).  He liked the way it opened up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259811430624357026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SP6aoOPnaqI/AAAAAAAAAL8/DZxuC9t4HDI/s320/IMG_7819.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;He thought this one looked like Ramon, from &lt;em&gt;Cars&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Lunch  at a nearby diner &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259812637608845890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SP6buenJIkI/AAAAAAAAAMU/GixstTs-Z0Q/s320/IMG_7911.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Z&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259812643685071826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SP6bu1P0-9I/AAAAAAAAAMk/9w5l3GKJOI8/s320/IMG_7922.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;B &amp;amp; O&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259812647880742274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SP6bvE4J1YI/AAAAAAAAAMs/tpfmBuhh3b0/s320/IMG_7923.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;D &amp;amp; O&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259812641313957490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SP6busagpnI/AAAAAAAAAMc/hrdA8ix45Lg/s320/IMG_7917.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;F &amp;amp; O&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259812629680392466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SP6buBE2iRI/AAAAAAAAAMM/FknDbqDXZog/s320/IMG_7908.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Oct 4th, we had a very simple friend party at a nearby park. Z &amp;amp; F each had a small group of friends come. They played happily on the equipment and splashed in the spray pad. This party was by far the easiest and most laid back party we've had yet for Z &amp;amp; F. O even enjoyed himself. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259814647827342290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SP6djfQlI9I/AAAAAAAAAM0/cCyqOGlDKxI/s320/IMG_8037.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259814650208382754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SP6djoIQ7yI/AAAAAAAAAM8/wR0zVsvCCBE/s320/IMG_8049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259814662894097618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SP6dkXYxlNI/AAAAAAAAANM/lJdEyKAq1SE/s320/IMG_8061.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259814655098585890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SP6dj6WLgyI/AAAAAAAAANE/eKS19VGehNY/s320/IMG_8058.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259814681101103250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SP6dlbNqcJI/AAAAAAAAANU/zslkoffjQbA/s320/IMG_8065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I look back over the last almost 8 years, I am so thankful and happy with how blessed my life has been.  My children are amazing.  They have taught me lessons, I would never learned without them.  I have a compassionate and loving husband, who encourages me to be my best.  I have supportive and caring friends.  The past 8 years have not always been easy, especially with all the moves we've made, but I have always been blessed at each point along the way. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363490347112376056-7958612603152728861?l=littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/7958612603152728861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com/2008/10/birthday-mayhem-part-2.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363490347112376056/posts/default/7958612603152728861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363490347112376056/posts/default/7958612603152728861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com/2008/10/birthday-mayhem-part-2.html' title='Birthday Mayhem Part 2'/><author><name>lbp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18240546780687083995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SNSVb3RZjlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/anZefMNmjSI/S220/IMG_7613.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SP6X15g97BI/AAAAAAAAAK8/LCs-M2k3IGg/s72-c/IMG_7778.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363490347112376056.post-4428137502656052979</id><published>2008-09-27T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T22:33:42.297-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Birthday Mayhem!  Part 1</title><content type='html'>(My apologies in advance, I can't quite figure out the formatting issue I am having today, so keep on scrolling down to see the post! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;September and October are usually busy, exhausting months due to Z &amp;amp; F's birthday's-8 days apart. This year to take the sugar encrusted edge off the festivities and avoid the tears, we decided to try something new. We wanted to make the family celebration a big deal and the friend party- low key. For Z, she loves to read, loves nature, and butterflies. In celebration of her 7th birthday, we went to San Pedro Riparian Preserve to watch a humming bird survey. They catch, weigh, measure, band, and inspect humming birds. Then they let the visitors release the hummingbirds. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SN5bCCzlxQI/AAAAAAAAAJA/pARAymywaeE/s1600-h/IMG_7732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250734306231698690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SN5bCCzlxQI/AAAAAAAAAJA/pARAymywaeE/s320/IMG_7732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SN5bCCzlxQI/AAAAAAAAAJA/pARAymywaeE/s1600-h/IMG_7732.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SN5bCCzlxQI/AAAAAAAAAJA/pARAymywaeE/s1600-h/IMG_7732.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SN5bCpo9TzI/AAAAAAAAAJI/FFQqs7F6FCg/s1600-h/IMG_7743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250734316656086834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SN5bCpo9TzI/AAAAAAAAAJI/FFQqs7F6FCg/s320/IMG_7743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SN5bCpo9TzI/AAAAAAAAAJI/FFQqs7F6FCg/s1600-h/IMG_7743.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SN5bDWBSNlI/AAAAAAAAAJY/FXVutWaagyM/s1600-h/IMG_7764.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250734328569280082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SN5bDWBSNlI/AAAAAAAAAJY/FXVutWaagyM/s320/IMG_7764.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Z got to adopt a humming bird, she named Zoe and released it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SN5bC-M47DI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/0JhHq4EXXzs/s1600-h/IMG_7751.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SN5b9KoF_OI/AAAAAAAAAJg/BAoZjpcCg6s/s1600-h/IMG_7757.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250735321943244002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SN5b9KoF_OI/AAAAAAAAAJg/BAoZjpcCg6s/s320/IMG_7757.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F also had a turn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250739338436428674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SN5fm9OsQ4I/AAAAAAAAAKA/G0MabaWs94Y/s320/IMG_7755.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SN5bC-M47DI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/0JhHq4EXXzs/s1600-h/IMG_7751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250734322175503410" style="FLOAT: left; 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He was super curious. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SN5bC-M47DI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/0JhHq4EXXzs/s1600-h/IMG_7751.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SN5b9fjtpkI/AAAAAAAAAJo/CUEcCegx0l0/s1600-h/IMG_7759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250735327562016322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SN5b9fjtpkI/AAAAAAAAAJo/CUEcCegx0l0/s320/IMG_7759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Z also made friends with a caterpillar. 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It is a town just south of Tucson. I hadn't seen K in around 15 years! We grew up in KS and MO. I was surprised to find out she was practically in our back yard! Now, she has 4 amazing children, and I have 3 awesome kids. We had a wonderful visit. She makes the most amazing bread and welcomed us into her home with a slice of bread and open arms. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After visiting the bird preserve, we stopped at Mag Pies pizza in Tucson on the way home. YUMM! It was a cool, clear night, we ate in their fenced in patio and O could run and play while we waited for our pizzas. It was such a relief to leave Pheonix behind and go somewhere a tiny bit cooler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We returned home tired and happy from our trip. We drove around 400 miles round trip and have lovely memories of our day. Z said this was the best birthday present. Happy Birthday, sweet girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363490347112376056-4428137502656052979?l=littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/4428137502656052979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com/2008/09/birthday-mayhem-part-1.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363490347112376056/posts/default/4428137502656052979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363490347112376056/posts/default/4428137502656052979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com/2008/09/birthday-mayhem-part-1.html' title='Birthday Mayhem!  Part 1'/><author><name>lbp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18240546780687083995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SNSVb3RZjlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/anZefMNmjSI/S220/IMG_7613.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SN5bCCzlxQI/AAAAAAAAAJA/pARAymywaeE/s72-c/IMG_7732.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363490347112376056.post-3048875326330018825</id><published>2008-09-19T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T23:30:28.523-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschooling'/><title type='text'>Homeschool 101</title><content type='html'>I've been pretty busy and it seems like whenever I want to work on my blog there is a kid sneaking into the office in the middle of the night or B is using our computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so this is a long one, but after a month and questions from friends I thought I'd share some of my homeschooling information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are homeschooling Z and F right now and so far I am enjoying the experience. I am not using a specific curriculum this year, but I have done a lot of reading about the educational process for Z's grade level and for F, I remember the activities they did at the parent cooperative preschools we attended in California and Oregon. A friend of mine in California who homeschooled her 3 girls, recommended that I not purchase curriculum the first year. Instead, she said to borrow it, use the library, or piece it together. The benefit is that we are not out a lot of money and that we will learn through trial and error, what works for us. Here are the books I have read and I am currently using.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raising Lifelong Learners by Lucy Calkins and ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Young Children Reinvent Arithmetic: Implications of Piagets Theory.... by Constance Kammi and ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Well Trained Mind by Jessie Wise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Story of The World by Susan Wise Bauer?---we use this for history&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Language Lessons by Jessie Wise----we use this for grammar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brain Quest work books from Costco-----just in case I miss something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Journal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z already reads, so reading is whatever book she desires to work on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What your (whatever grade child) needs to know, Ed Hirsch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl Scout handbooks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a little morning circle time where we read a few scriptures, sing silly songs, introduce counting in German, and read a fun novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roald Dahl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laura Ingalls Wilder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charlotte's Web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate the Great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Junie B Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Girls series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are books and authors that we enjoy reading aloud- for this age group There are many more, but for the sake of time they will wait for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trisha Kuffner has great books on activities to do w/ various age groups and are in the play based learning school of thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to talk so your kids will listen and listen so your kids will talk is an excellent book to read too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many curricula and homeschool philosophies out there on the market. What I did, so I would not be confused, was to figure out how kids learn and what is age/developmentally appropriate. Then I started to research the pros/cons of homeschooling and pick the brains of my friends who have done it through high school and those that are juggling young children. After all this, I tackled the educational philosophies of homeschoolers- so I would know what books would be appropriate and so I could analyze the various curriculum available. I attended a homeschool conference- to learn how to do it, what resources and support networks were available, and to see the curriculum in the exhibit hall. I'll give you a brief rundown of what I've learned, but if you are planning to homeschool you will want to do something similar so you can tailor it to your family. I also have my time (7 years combined between F &amp;amp; Z) with the parent co-op preschools to draw on plus my time volunteering in the public schools.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to attend a parent cooperative preschool, here is some info. These are a marriage of homeschooling and public schools that I love. Pick a school that focuses on play-based learning- no worksheets, drills, or overly structured schedules. Look for a rich language development environment- pretend play, story telling, various ways to express ideas, art, emphasis on social conflict resolution skills that empower the child, etc. Most of these kids will go on to public schools, but it will give you experience/practice at these skills and exposure to a broad spectrum of age appropriate behaviors and expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My experiences from these schools are part of the filter I use to evaluate educational materials. Developmentally, up until age 8 research shows (I don't have specific studies on hand, but could find some if you would like) that children learn and retain knowledge best through play. Around age 8, play supplements learning and eventually becomes secondary to learning by the teenage years. So I look for activities that are fun and reinforce what we are learning in our lessons. For example- we are learning about nouns and Z is bored out of her skull with them, but it is necessary to know what kinds of nouns are out there. I've been making up mad libs to reinforce which kinds of nouns are out there. We use art to illustrate poems she is memorizing. We could act out or pretend to be characters in a book to learn about history or a specific topic. Since Z loves to read I have her read Magic School Bus books for science or a nature walk and journal time for observation and recording skills. Cooking projects for math and sequence lessons. For F we encourage him to use scissors, modeling play dough to tell stories, take a writers walk. He loves cars. We use them to introduce reading, letters, classification, and sorting skills. We also have memberships to several museums, the zoo, the botanical gardens, and the YMCA. We go to the library story time once a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***Here is an important piece of advice: Keep your schedule and curriculum simple! Try to get organized before you begin homeschooling, because life is about to get busy! Watch your pennies it is way too easy to spend money, especially during difficult times. Give yourself a few years to feel completely comfortable.***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pro/Con of homeschooling that I considered before I decided to homeschool the kids:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros- socialization, time w/ kids, flexibility, less hectic schedules, museums, you teach your values, family closeness, life experiences, consistent education, foster a love of learning.... and much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cons/worries- mom burnout, juggling requirements on your time, changing my expectations for school memories, finding time to prepare lessons, isolation for you- you need to find other moms and kids for support, managing a balance between social activities and academics. Unclear boundaries with children, discipline issues, and power struggles (general parenting issues).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my friends considering homeschooling:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know why you are doing it- lots of well intentioned people will say-good for you, I could never do it. I don't have the patience to teach my child. What about socialization? This one is asked in many ways- are your kids enrolled in outside activities? etc be prepared with a simple pleasant or funny answer. Mine is: I get my kids when they are crabby at the end of the day, no matter what. Now I have them when they are fun and pleasant and I have good memories to go w/ the difficult ones. We have the opportunity to go on field trips, museums, and attend classes we never had before. We are having so much fun! or I simply say we move frequently and this will give consistency to their education. If someone is interested, I could go more in depth on the social reasons that influenced my decision to homeschool, political, economic, cultural, character development, and so on. Honestly though, most people don't care, want to know, or hear these reasons and I don't feel the need to make my friends uncomfortable or defensive, by questioning their parenting choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What many people don't realize is that if you are an involved parent, then most of parenting is homeschooling. For me, it was a relief to figure this out and appreciate how teaching my children is a natural progression of the nurturing and teaching I did w/ my kids as babies. It's not as though babies fall out of the sky without a way to learn about their world. We can teach our children and we do- whether intentional or unintentional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Know what your state law requires you to do and turn in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interview your friends, contact friends that were homeschooled themselves and question them about their experience, read, find a local homeschool association.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple intro to homeschooling philosophies (I am sure I will leave many out, I seem to have done a mental flush of unnecessary information, since this summer. Blame it on the triple digit, AZ heat!):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. unschooling- a laisez faire approach to education. totally child directed. Pro- the child leads and the parent follows it is the ultimate in learning through play/experience (appealing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Charlotte Mason-uses short lessons, lots of nature walks, observation, copy work, and developmentally appropriate materials.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Classical or trivium-(see the well trained mind) a program that repeats subjects every few years with increasing depth. The belief is that children go through 3 stages: grammar-up to age 8 kids are like sponges, need to be exposed to many subjects in an orderly fashion. this is a time for exposure to topics. logic : 8-12 or 14 kids are beginning to understand reason and debate and this is the second round of exposure to material. The final stage, rhetoric, is in the teen years where kids can understand and craft arguments and learn the material for the third time in depth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Unit studies- teach math, science, reading, etc through a single topic- ie. Egypt, music, art, farm visit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Better late than never- delay education until child is ready, usually 8-10 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Living Books- uses great literature to teach and provoke discussion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Text books/ Computers- more like school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Montessori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people use a combination of approaches depending on their children. I have really enjoyed the few books I have read that come from teachers at Columbia Teacher's College.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curriculum for us this year and then what I am thinking about for next year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Language arts: First Language Lessons -this is simple, uses materials I have at home, and geared toward homeschoolers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raising Lifelong Learners has great ideas on writing and reading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read along Handbook by Jim Trelease&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reading: Classic children's literature to read aloud, books on CD from the library w/ corresponding book, and whatever the kids check out and desire to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early readers for F- Bob books, Dr. Seuss, scriptures, anything with corvettes in it, environmental literature-signs etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math: Young Children reinvent Arithmetic- uses games to teach and retain mathematical skills, cooking, Brain Quest workbook (has other subjects as well) from Costco, story problems, grocery shopping trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science: Through literature, observational skills through field trips. Cooking and other kitchen experiments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social Studies: Story of the world- nomadic through ancient times. Tells the story of history in several time chunks. You can also purchase an activity guide too. Kids enjoy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl Scouts- gs meetings and at home use handbook for fun and simple activities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PE: we are in several YMCA classes. I work out once or twice a week during the kids' classes, swimming, and park outings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year: I am probably going to purchase several curricula and am pondering my options.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Math: Singapore Math- uses lots of story problems and has a strong emphasis on logic and reason skills. (often people will get Horizon math or Saxon Math, but after reading the book by Constance Kammii, I am hesitant to go w/ a total drill/memorization method). I have seen playful learning work well for math at the preschools so I am trying to find a good balance. F loves workbooks so he'll get more game time to work on logic and reason skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For everything else I am considering a living books approach because I want the kids to read great books and use them as a venue for discussion and introducing other subjects. One company I have found that has an interesting curriculum is sonlight. It does not seem over the top and focuses on great books- already picked out, lesson guides, and activity books included. It would be adaptable to my desire for the kids to also learn through play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know for certain if that is what I am going to do yet. I am also interested in Charlotte Mason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to supplement this with my current- Monday-museums and Friday-friend/fieldtrip days. We will go to the library once a week during story time. PE will be the same. This is all a work in progress. I'll keep you posted what I end up doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the next few postings I'll include pictures from the kids' family b-day celebration and presents. We are trying something new this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363490347112376056-3048875326330018825?l=littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/3048875326330018825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com/2008/09/homeschool-101.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363490347112376056/posts/default/3048875326330018825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363490347112376056/posts/default/3048875326330018825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com/2008/09/homeschool-101.html' title='Homeschool 101'/><author><name>lbp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18240546780687083995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SNSVb3RZjlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/anZefMNmjSI/S220/IMG_7613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363490347112376056.post-8007643629688885283</id><published>2008-08-04T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T03:19:30.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>True Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SJhrcweRRWI/AAAAAAAAAHk/g8x-bmcDbU0/s1600-h/IMG_1462.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231049108983203170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SJhrcweRRWI/AAAAAAAAAHk/g8x-bmcDbU0/s320/IMG_1462.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have an amazing husband. He tries to come off as gruff and cynical, but I know he has a heart of gold. He is a complicated man. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Sunday, my husband was sick, so he stayed home from church with our youngest. They were supposed to be napping. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, he surprised me with a clean house. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Downstairs swept and mopped, no small feat, it is about 1300 sq ft+ of tile. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dishes done. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitchen counters clean and clear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trash by the door to be taken out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living room picked up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Playroom/Schoolroom picked up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clothes and dirty rags in dirty laundry bins.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Load of laundry in washer and one in the dryer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 loads of clean laundry sorted and almost put away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boys' room clean.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shoes gathered and placed in the shoe bin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He does this because he knows it makes me happy and calm to tame our chaotic house. I am a very fortunate woman. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You may be thinking, "Don't get used to this," but this is not an isolated event. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SJhrLc3rDII/AAAAAAAAAHU/gNHgifnR1Po/s1600-h/IMG_4640.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231048811663264898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SJhrLc3rDII/AAAAAAAAAHU/gNHgifnR1Po/s320/IMG_4640.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is building builtins for the boy's bedroom, even after swearing he would never build another built in again, ever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SJf4lpG-nrI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Wo4Z5sWhB-g/s1600-h/IMG_4656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230922817788092082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SJf4lpG-nrI/AAAAAAAAAHE/Wo4Z5sWhB-g/s320/IMG_4656.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;He does goofy things like ride the kids' bikes when they are learning to ride and swinging on a swing with the older kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I admire his energy, his determination, and his sense of humor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He takes the kids swimming almost every day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SJhrLrW1iFI/AAAAAAAAAHc/jdWXztCtXIM/s1600-h/IMG_0946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231048815552071762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SJhrLrW1iFI/AAAAAAAAAHc/jdWXztCtXIM/s320/IMG_0946.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He becomes more handsome with each passing year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is thoughtful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He cares deeply about me and what I think. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He supports me and all my fanciful daydreams. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He loves me unconditionally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He does all this because he wants to see me smile and my eyes sparkle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a fortunate woman. I have what I always believed a marriage should be. A partnership, unconditional love, a dear friend, an equal, and a companion. He keeps me grounded with love and the same time encourages me to persue my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363490347112376056-8007643629688885283?l=littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/8007643629688885283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com/2008/08/true-love.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363490347112376056/posts/default/8007643629688885283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363490347112376056/posts/default/8007643629688885283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com/2008/08/true-love.html' title='True Love'/><author><name>lbp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18240546780687083995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SNSVb3RZjlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/anZefMNmjSI/S220/IMG_7613.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SJhrcweRRWI/AAAAAAAAAHk/g8x-bmcDbU0/s72-c/IMG_1462.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363490347112376056.post-3434685543643670205</id><published>2008-07-22T00:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T03:19:32.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Did July Go?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SIWmX3M7GuI/AAAAAAAAAGU/lDrdnsXOUTE/s1600-h/SUC50273.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225765871518685922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SIWmX3M7GuI/AAAAAAAAAGU/lDrdnsXOUTE/s320/SUC50273.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SIWmX5S88GI/AAAAAAAAAGc/FwfRzqDTUIU/s1600-h/SUC50233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225765872080842850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SIWmX5S88GI/AAAAAAAAAGc/FwfRzqDTUIU/s320/SUC50233.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can't believe it is July 22nd already! Where did the month go? On the fourth we had a pool party with friends that have 4 children close in age to ours. The kids had fun eating popsicles, swimming, and throwing snaps at the ground. Z &amp;amp; F were determined to stay awake long enough to see the fireworks, but fell asleep about 30 minutes before we were to leave to watch them. So we put the kids in their beds and made a plan to try again next year. B and I stayed up to watch a PBS special on how the national fireworks show is planned and executed. I had no idea how labor intensive the process was! The fireworks are made by hand, due to the inherent risk of explosives and modern machinery. Each fire work is carefully loaded into tubes and then from a control center a short distance away ignited from a manual switch board. I thought these shows were all computerized. I gained a new appreciation for the displays I have seen in the past. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;A lego store opened up in our local shopping mall in early July. They had one of the Lego master builders on site to build a life-sized replica R2D2. There were stations set up to build blocks that would be used in the R2D2. After you built your piece, you could get a certificate in the store and a coupon. The kids had a wonderful time building the blocks, meeting a Lego character and visiting the Lego store. F-loves playing with legos and has been known to spend several hours building cars and planes with dad. B's friend from work, couldn't justify his immense lego collection to his new fiance, so we were the happy and thankful beneficiaries of thousands of legos last year! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225759406045385762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SIWgfhb91CI/AAAAAAAAAFc/fbmTs4NVIH8/s320/SUC50294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225759403358737762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SIWgfXba1WI/AAAAAAAAAFU/eEFJQ3KPfkg/s320/SUC50292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SIWgfYKQMiI/AAAAAAAAAFM/DlPjvLvqmqo/s1600-h/SUC50287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225759403555172898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SIWgfYKQMiI/AAAAAAAAAFM/DlPjvLvqmqo/s320/SUC50287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225763341777232674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SIWkEnLj4yI/AAAAAAAAAF0/ASSHlv7JAYs/s320/SUC50286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oscar potty trained this summer and I am happy to say he is done! Nothing like a little naked time to do the trick. He is so used to being naked though, that we have to clothes train him. He believes that swimming is meant to be done in the nude and takes off his icky, wet swim trunks at the first opportunity. I still put him in a diaper at nighttime, even though 99% of the time he wakes dry. I may start putting triple gerber training underwear on him at night for those unexpected, rare, accidents, rather than waste any more resources on diapers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225763312954427090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SIWkC7zqxtI/AAAAAAAAAFs/FRTZjGb-xjk/s320/SUC50271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225759397978447506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SIWgfDYqHpI/AAAAAAAAAFE/RAty_UlwGQg/s320/SUC50219.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225765876281705378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SIWmYI8hA6I/AAAAAAAAAGk/NNwwPSDLzXc/s320/SUC50250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The kids spent the next few weeks enjoying or suffering through various classes and taking turns with a nasty stomach bug. F loves his gymnastics class and O dreams of joining in on the fun. His turn is next week when the boys can take a gymnastics class together at the YMCA. Z sulked because her art class was cancelled. Z &amp;amp; F were less than thrilled to take a tapping to the oldies class, but it was all that was left at the rec center. I guess that's the risk in waiting too long to sign up for classes. They were very cute at their little recital and even managed to do a few of the same moves the teacher did. F had a conversation with the only other little boy in the class about who was taller and Z had fun running around the room with another little girl her age. O was mesmerized with the wildness before him, prior to the class beginning. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225763344183711298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SIWkEwJT1kI/AAAAAAAAAGE/VG_Ou1jg1qw/s320/SUC50005.JPG" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-acf2b9eb1f1378e7" 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://v15.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dacf2b9eb1f1378e7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331314482%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D100EDF26155D6CF197526AFCDC200FCD00C1DCBA.2DC88A4ABFF749E446FCFE4702CF076E3966F3C1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dacf2b9eb1f1378e7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpX1nbzyeXE6YuYgJdOG4lVVd6gA&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://v15.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dacf2b9eb1f1378e7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331314482%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D100EDF26155D6CF197526AFCDC200FCD00C1DCBA.2DC88A4ABFF749E446FCFE4702CF076E3966F3C1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dacf2b9eb1f1378e7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DpX1nbzyeXE6YuYgJdOG4lVVd6gA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have tried to visit the library every week and slowly O's behavior in the library is improving. He no longer tries to run to the exit and ditch his mom and siblings. Now he runs around the shelving units in the children's section. Baby steps, I suppose. He is so active, I cannot keep up with him some days. I think we may need to go more often, because Z reads all her books, F's, O's, and mine with a few days to spare before we return to the library. F says he doesn't like to read, so I am not pushing it too much. He can sound out some words and recognizes most short sight words. I think he is frustrated that the process starts out so slow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is on a corvette kick and we have checked out the same 15 books on a rotating basis on cars and corvettes. It is an act of true love to sit and read books to a 4 year old about how many cubic liters and engine has, which style of corvette was made when, and the aerodynamics of race cars. I usually fall asleep after the first 5 or so pages. He just eats it up though- he is definitely like his dad. Today F told me: "1 + 2 and 1+1 make 5." I didn't think he was supposed to figure equations like that out until the end of kindergarten or the beginning of first grade. I can see why he is struggling with reading. His mind is occupied with numbers instead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Z finally lost a stubborn top, front tooth. At some point during this process she told B that her friend JW's dad used pliers on one of his teeth and maybe they should try it on her tooth. B- tried using an uninflated balloon to grip the tooth, I broke about 6 floss loops on the tooth, numerous paper towels to grab the tooth, B-tried three different types of pliers, and Z-tried pulling it with her friends AW &amp;amp; SW. Before you think we are barbaric and trying to harm her, this was all at her request and persistent insistence! She would not leave us alone and if we denied her, she would turn to carrots and yell, "ow, ow, ow" as she tried to dislodge the stubborn tooth. Finally after 1 month of intense wiggling, I was finally able to pull it out easily with floss. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225763345149242610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SIWkEzvgrPI/AAAAAAAAAF8/9LJV92GFIGA/s320/SUC50306.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225763349615928306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SIWkFEYc4_I/AAAAAAAAAGM/_0DCe1LSfFc/s320/SUC50007.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have spent this summer reading lots of books on how children learn, pro/con of homeschooling, and planning out a curriculum for Z. I attended a homeschool conference in Phoenix last weekend to learn more about juggling young children and school, assessing their skills, and how other parents homeschool. I was amazed at the number of people in attendance and the spectrum of participants. I appreciated the opportunity to observe high school age homeschool kids and middle school kids. Some definitely fulfilled the stereotype, but most would blend easily into a group of public school peers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I appreciate every one's comments and personal emails of encouragement, support, concerns, and ideas. Thanks so much for your help. I have struggled with making this decision. I have looked at the issue from several different perspectives- from the short term consequences, rational for wanting to homeschool, personal philosophy on education, socialization issues, to the long term consequences like how to get into college, societal norms and expectations, and much much more. So after much thought and prayer, I have decided to homeschool Z this year and have F attend a kindergarten readiness program through the school district. In a nutshell, I am doing this for social, cultural, academic, and family reasons. I realized this weekend that I have pretty much homeschooled our children all along and that it is as much an attitude as an action. I have always sought out opportunities to teach the kids and introduce them to a variety of experiences. I think this will simplify our lives to some degree. The kids are enrolled in sports through the YMCA and I will take full advantage of the childwatch program twice a week so I can destress. I am excited for this new adventure, I have 8 weeks planned out and plan to have lots of field trips with the kids. Our lives are on hold in September as B interviews and we find out about China and whether we will be travelling there for a house hunting trip in the fall. I'll plan out the remainder of the year when I know a bit more. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363490347112376056-3434685543643670205?l=littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=acf2b9eb1f1378e7&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/3434685543643670205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com/2008/07/where-did-july-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363490347112376056/posts/default/3434685543643670205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363490347112376056/posts/default/3434685543643670205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com/2008/07/where-did-july-go.html' title='Where Did July Go?'/><author><name>lbp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18240546780687083995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SNSVb3RZjlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/anZefMNmjSI/S220/IMG_7613.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SIWmX3M7GuI/AAAAAAAAAGU/lDrdnsXOUTE/s72-c/SUC50273.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363490347112376056.post-777600828636676249</id><published>2008-07-02T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T03:19:33.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Educational Dillema</title><content type='html'>I am considering homeschooling my children and have spent the summer learning about homeschooling, networking with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt; families&lt;/span&gt;, and practicing at home to see if I can do it. I feel confident that I can do it successfully. As a homeschooling parent, my goals would be: to provide a holistic approach toward education, take more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;field trips&lt;/span&gt;, spend the best hours of the day with my children, foster a love of learning, emphasize conflict resolution, and to provide more stability in our family life through our frequent moves. There are moments though, when I think I must be mad! Z will be in first grade, F-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;pre&lt;/span&gt; k, and O is 2yo. It would be bonding time with the youngest, a chance to get some projects around the house finished, alone time for me during &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nap time&lt;/span&gt;, and time to prepare for my return to school. I do wonder if I am a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;glutton&lt;/span&gt; for punishment- I do like to make things more difficult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My interest in homeschooling is not in opposition to our neighborhood school. We move frequently and this would provide a strong base for the children when we move. I am concerned about the emphasis placed on testing in our schools. I feel this does not encourage complex, logical thought, and retention of information. In our society, we need people who can participate in and appreciate debates, civic responsibilities, and community service. I want my children to think clearly and logically, be socially &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;conscious&lt;/span&gt;, politically aware, respectful of the environment, and tolerant. I have seen an open school model in California that met all my goals and expectations. No such luck in AZ. I could go into a social analysis on the benefit of homeschooling and training of a work force and population, but for today, I will spare you the soapbox speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dilemma&lt;/span&gt; is this: do I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt; or attend our local public school? We have a wonderful public school down the street. Most of the teachers are great. The school has activities for the children to participate in- plays, assemblies, clubs, carnivals, bike rally, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;fieldtrips&lt;/span&gt;. It is also only 4 blocks away. On the negative side- girls get very catty and vicious around 2&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; grade; the quality of the teacher instruction is hit or miss in the upper grades; lunches are short about 15 minutes; the younger kids are still expected to have outdoor recess when the temp outside is over 100 degrees; classroom management minimizes student to student interaction -in turn limiting opportunities for conflict &amp;amp; resolution; classroom size is about 24 in Kindergarten and 25 in first grade. If your child is inquisitive and bright it takes a special teacher to expect more out your child and not bore the child into hating the learning process. It is an excelling school, which is a big deal in the Chandler school district, but one of the many steps to achieve that rating, the school starts training children in Kindergarten how to do drills and tests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as though I am considering something socially rebellious to teach my children at home, yet I am encouraged and excited at the possibilities of doing so. I worry that my children will regret not having the good parts of school in their memories and experiences. I don't want to overprotect and shelter my kids and I want them to have a broad range of experiences. I worry that I cannot offer them what they get at school. Then I get frustrated that I am trying to mimic the school experience and not forge my own path. I get scared that I will get mother burn out, but then again I may find new joy in motherhood that I have missed or taken for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little more information for you: my older children Z-6 and F-4 are exceptionally bright. Of course I am a proud parent, but we are usually pretty modest about this around the children and this is the feedback we receive from other parents and educators.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SGxwO-Xo1VI/AAAAAAAAADc/iJ6QuKLBJ9w/s1600-h/IMG_6672.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218669470778185042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SGxwO-Xo1VI/AAAAAAAAADc/iJ6QuKLBJ9w/s320/IMG_6672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;O-2 yrs is probably bright too, but really what can I expect from a two year old? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SGxwjfbtenI/AAAAAAAAADk/CSRBZiQ5ILU/s1600-h/IMG_6678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218669823251020402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SGxwjfbtenI/AAAAAAAAADk/CSRBZiQ5ILU/s320/IMG_6678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;F is methodical and literal. Loves &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;legos&lt;/span&gt;, order, pleasing people, and riding his bike. He is kind, generous, and passionate. He struggles with strong emotions and handling social conflict. He is a big reason why I feel so strongly about learning conflict resolution skills in the classroom. He loves numbers and math and although he can read, he does not like to read. He gets frustrated that he has to practice it to learn the skill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SGxxWp3LHLI/AAAAAAAAADs/6pMwcjby9yg/s1600-h/IMG_6676.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218670702223891634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SGxxWp3LHLI/AAAAAAAAADs/6pMwcjby9yg/s320/IMG_6676.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Z is creative, curious, disorganized, and strong willed. She loves to read and enjoys chapter books. Friendships are important to her- especially deep friendships- not acquaintances. I often wonder if the time spent at school encourages close friendships or many acquaintances? She also likes manipulating numbers. She is empathetic and competent. Outdoor play and bike time are treasured activities. She enjoys school most of the time, but is often bored w/ the content. The homework is so easy, I struggle to get her to acknowledge it long enough to finish it. She also gets a terrible attitude during the school year and is exceptionally tired in the evening, in spite of 12 hours sleep. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our family moves frequently- we have moved 4 times between 2001-2007. We are facing a prospective move next year for a temporary development assignment for work to either China or Oregon. We will be in Oregon 6-9 months and if we go to China instead, it would be 2-3 years. Easing these transitions for the children is a priority for me We currently live in AZ. It is fairly easy to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt; in this state.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are your thoughts and experiences with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt;? Personally? Professionally? Family dynamics? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are the experiences of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;homeschoolers&lt;/span&gt; you know going to college?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What are your thoughts and experiences with public schools? Personally? Professionally? Family dynamics?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363490347112376056-777600828636676249?l=littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/777600828636676249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com/2008/07/educational-dillema.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363490347112376056/posts/default/777600828636676249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363490347112376056/posts/default/777600828636676249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com/2008/07/educational-dillema.html' title='Educational Dillema'/><author><name>lbp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18240546780687083995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SNSVb3RZjlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/anZefMNmjSI/S220/IMG_7613.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SGxwO-Xo1VI/AAAAAAAAADc/iJ6QuKLBJ9w/s72-c/IMG_6672.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363490347112376056.post-1472379253164778670</id><published>2008-03-10T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T03:19:33.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Reader Z</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/R9W3Y0XTDUI/AAAAAAAAADU/_gip41Cp9ok/s1600-h/SUC50004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176244983733357890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/R9W3Y0XTDUI/AAAAAAAAADU/_gip41Cp9ok/s320/SUC50004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Z loves to read. So much so that she distracts herself with reading with every job and chore she faces. Inevitably, a 2 minute job of brushing her hair and teeth includes a chapter of Junie B. Jones, turning the 2 minute chore into a 10 minute one.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     I can't believe my ears as I tell her several times each day: "No you cannot read right now, it is time to get ready for school.  If you don't put that book down, you are going to find yourself in time out!" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   A time out for reading?  Crazy talk, yet I find myself struggling between the life lessons of a love for learning and the ability to manage her time wisely!  My heart goes out to my parents for all the times that I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;disappeared&lt;/span&gt; at the bookstore with a good book, when I should have been filing the science fiction section.  I don't regret the reading part though or skipping out on the work...  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;hmm&lt;/span&gt; is there a pattern here?  =)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     I am thrilled Z loves to read and envy her ability to tune the world out as she settles into a good book.  Does anyone have suggestions how to balance responsibilities and reading?   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Z's&lt;/span&gt; teacher told me Z will begin a special reading program in the next few weeks.  It is usually started in first grade but because she excels in reading, she will begin this year.  She will select a book from a list of required reading and test on it each week, these points are accumulated throughout her time in elementary school.  Reading chapter books will thrill Z to no end.  No more "Mat sat on a rat" books for her!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     Last Thursday, Z had student led conferences with me.  Such a wonderful opportunity for her to show me all she's done this past year.  A student led conference is where your child sits down with you in her classroom and presents her portfolio and shows you her evaluation of her reading, math, and behavior.   Z practiced reading a Valentine's Day book for a few weeks to read to me.  She showed me how to play Mickey Mouse Math using three circles and colored blocks.  Finally she showed me her behavior checklist- it had a list of statements concerning behavior such as:  I follow school rules.  Next to each statement were three faces, a happy, neutral, or sad face for her to pick and color in.  She of course did a wonderful job in each &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;category&lt;/span&gt;, but my favorite was "I follow school rules."  She had colored in the neutral face, erased it then colored in the happy face.  I asked her about the change and she replied, "I love to swing on my stomach."  While that may be a school rule, and it is important to follow the rules- if this is the extent of her rule breaking, I am in pretty good shape.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363490347112376056-1472379253164778670?l=littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/1472379253164778670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com/2008/03/super-reader-z.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363490347112376056/posts/default/1472379253164778670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363490347112376056/posts/default/1472379253164778670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com/2008/03/super-reader-z.html' title='Super Reader Z'/><author><name>lbp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18240546780687083995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SNSVb3RZjlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/anZefMNmjSI/S220/IMG_7613.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/R9W3Y0XTDUI/AAAAAAAAADU/_gip41Cp9ok/s72-c/SUC50004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363490347112376056.post-978824441112567407</id><published>2008-03-08T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T03:19:34.131-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas card'/><title type='text'>Christmas Card 2007- a little late</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/R9V1_UXTDRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/KHIAUuQyxPY/s1600-h/2007+card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176173077390888210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/R9V1_UXTDRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/KHIAUuQyxPY/s400/2007+card.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176174477550226722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/R9V3Q0XTDSI/AAAAAAAAADE/_liXGeiT19c/s400/2007_Postcard+backside_1.jpg" border="0" /&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/363490347112376056-978824441112567407?l=littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/978824441112567407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com/2008/03/christmas-card-2007-little-late.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363490347112376056/posts/default/978824441112567407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363490347112376056/posts/default/978824441112567407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com/2008/03/christmas-card-2007-little-late.html' title='Christmas Card 2007- a little late'/><author><name>lbp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18240546780687083995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SNSVb3RZjlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/anZefMNmjSI/S220/IMG_7613.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/R9V1_UXTDRI/AAAAAAAAAC8/KHIAUuQyxPY/s72-c/2007+card.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363490347112376056.post-2087336944781205868</id><published>2008-03-07T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T03:19:34.307-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F'/><title type='text'>Deep Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/R9H73EXTDEI/AAAAAAAAABY/HDt4D47aRmc/s1600-h/IMG_6433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175194370308246594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/R9H73EXTDEI/AAAAAAAAABY/HDt4D47aRmc/s400/IMG_6433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;     Meet my four year old F-.  He thinks deeply about everything.  This week, my daughter in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;kindergarden&lt;/span&gt; celebrated Dr. Seuss' birthday.  I shared how I remember Dr. Seuss' birthday every year- we share a birthday. &lt;br /&gt;     My parent's own a bookstore and frequently in a panic call me the night before or after my birthday to sing to me.  They get a little distracted with their Dr. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Suess&lt;/span&gt; birthday party at the store.  I don't mind so much now and actually get a bit of a kick out of the panic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt;, so back to my deep thinking son.  The other night at bedtime, F and I talked about Dr. Seuss' birthday and the books Dr. Seuss wrote.  As we had our bedtime cuddle, I explained the concept of pen names to F.  F went on to ask if Dr. Seuss was alive.  I said not anymore, he died when he was 87 years old, about 15 or so years ago. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     F asked many questions about death and dying and began to weep, then sob over the death of Dr. Seuss.  The conversation covered many topics and questions, including Heavenly Father's plan for us, where did we live before we were born, why were we born, where do we go after we die, why do we die, when will we die, resurrection and much more.  I never knew a simple discussion of Dr. Seuss' birthday would come full circle and address the cycle of our lives.  I comforted my sweet, sorrowful, deep thinking boy and held him until he slept.  I wonder at what point do we as adults forget to ask these important questions and become uncomfortable with our mortality?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363490347112376056-2087336944781205868?l=littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/2087336944781205868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com/2008/03/deep-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363490347112376056/posts/default/2087336944781205868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363490347112376056/posts/default/2087336944781205868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com/2008/03/deep-thoughts.html' title='Deep Thoughts'/><author><name>lbp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18240546780687083995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SNSVb3RZjlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/anZefMNmjSI/S220/IMG_7613.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/R9H73EXTDEI/AAAAAAAAABY/HDt4D47aRmc/s72-c/IMG_6433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363490347112376056.post-6975431987830552876</id><published>2008-03-06T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T03:19:34.496-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O'/><title type='text'>Guilty Pleasures</title><content type='html'>A few days ago, I was enjoying peace and quiet, while F attended preschool. O- stopped harrassing the computer keyboard, as I designed last year's family card. He disappeared and did not make a peep. I know that is the time to go looking for the little rascal, but peace and quiet do not come easily in this house and I savored the guilty pleasure. When I finally reached a good place to take a break I searched for O-.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appearantly I was not the only one enjoying guilty pleasures. I had left a small amount of wheat on my kitchen counter to grind into flour. As I blissfully ignored O-, he took the opportunity to pull the bag down and emptied it onto the floor. I saw the mess and rather than freak out as usual, I snuck down the hall to find my camera. The resulting "uh-oh, I better clean this up faster" look proved priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now about that super late Christmas card for 2007- I think I'll just post it and not send it out. Maybe I'll get this year's card out on time, but I won't hold my breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175044475949616162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/R9FziEXTDCI/AAAAAAAAABE/5i143tVnPWA/s320/wheat+oscar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363490347112376056-6975431987830552876?l=littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/6975431987830552876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com/2008/03/few-days-ago-i-was-enjoying-peace-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363490347112376056/posts/default/6975431987830552876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363490347112376056/posts/default/6975431987830552876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com/2008/03/few-days-ago-i-was-enjoying-peace-and.html' title='Guilty Pleasures'/><author><name>lbp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18240546780687083995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SNSVb3RZjlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/anZefMNmjSI/S220/IMG_7613.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/R9FziEXTDCI/AAAAAAAAABE/5i143tVnPWA/s72-c/wheat+oscar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363490347112376056.post-2148587882180974708</id><published>2008-03-05T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T03:19:34.756-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='March'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='garden'/><title type='text'>Broccoli</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/R88LqcPKEWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1vBPKogbnZ0/s1600-h/IMG_6463+color+corrected+sized.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174367320634167650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/R88LqcPKEWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1vBPKogbnZ0/s320/IMG_6463+color+corrected+sized.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love plants. I want to know what grows well in each place I live. I want to know their names and how much water do they require. I live in the desert and don't want to consume too much of such a precious resource. Unfortunately, my thumb is a browner shade of green and while I do not kill every plant I touch, not too many live to produce again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am always amazed at the simple beauty of plants and nature. Today, I cut some broccoli from my teeny tiny garden for our dinner tonight, placed it into a cup and thought it looked beautiful. If I picked up broccoli at the grocery store, I would see a gnarled stem naked of leaves and a huge uniform bulb of brocolli heads. Instead, from my garden, I can see the dark green leaves on one side and silver green on the back. I can see the beautiful shape and texture of each tiny bunch of broccoli. I may not have enough for dinner tonight- maybe I'll look at it instead. &lt;/div&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/363490347112376056-2148587882180974708?l=littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/2148587882180974708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com/2008/03/broccoli.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363490347112376056/posts/default/2148587882180974708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363490347112376056/posts/default/2148587882180974708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com/2008/03/broccoli.html' title='Broccoli'/><author><name>lbp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18240546780687083995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SNSVb3RZjlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/anZefMNmjSI/S220/IMG_7613.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/R88LqcPKEWI/AAAAAAAAAAU/1vBPKogbnZ0/s72-c/IMG_6463+color+corrected+sized.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-363490347112376056.post-5917361401527705432</id><published>2008-02-13T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T18:14:42.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Twas the night before Valentines Day and all through the house, chaos reigned and mom stepped out. The chocolate and ice cream cake was made and frosting ingredients laid out, when what to my wondering ears should I hear? A coughing fit and a cry from a boy for a bed time peanut butter snack. Down the stairs crept a girl- too scared to sleep in her bed. Mom pulled out the nebulizer, scooped up peanut butter, then ran away and left dad to the demands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brisk walk later, mom returns, tired dog- leash in hand, to a settled quiet house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/363490347112376056-5917361401527705432?l=littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com/feeds/5917361401527705432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com/2008/02/twas-night-before-valentines-day-and.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363490347112376056/posts/default/5917361401527705432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/363490347112376056/posts/default/5917361401527705432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://littlebiscuitphotography.blogspot.com/2008/02/twas-night-before-valentines-day-and.html' title=''/><author><name>lbp</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18240546780687083995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u50i7iXn13s/SNSVb3RZjlI/AAAAAAAAAIg/anZefMNmjSI/S220/IMG_7613.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
