tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2614439494121635232024-03-12T21:49:49.873-04:00McComas FamilyAprilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18122333353220470242noreply@blogger.comBlogger87125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261443949412163523.post-70453976905099404312011-08-05T23:32:00.003-04:002011-08-05T23:40:47.707-04:00Summer Therapy<div style="text-align: center;">When school ends, so do the therapies. Mommy takes over. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">A little gross motor climbing. Gotta get those goldfish.</div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FxC51X9GU2s/Tjy2eCJuSBI/AAAAAAAAAdk/sSUCRrr6IiE/s320/IMG_1397.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637581460651001874" /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EiSAve28L7g/Tjy2d8mUVDI/AAAAAAAAAdc/rxCE8bHlt9s/s1600/IMG_1407.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EiSAve28L7g/Tjy2d8mUVDI/AAAAAAAAAdc/rxCE8bHlt9s/s320/IMG_1407.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637581459160323122" /></a>Some oral motor. Alex always won the cotton ball race. He just can't let his sister win.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zY8Tf7pgJdU/Tjy2dlFG7gI/AAAAAAAAAdU/B89sjnR7UeM/s1600/IMG_1402.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zY8Tf7pgJdU/Tjy2dlFG7gI/AAAAAAAAAdU/B89sjnR7UeM/s320/IMG_1402.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637581452847017474" /></a>Don't forget the sensory awareness. She loves the "cream".Aprilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18122333353220470242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261443949412163523.post-33345119954017619902011-08-05T23:22:00.002-04:002011-08-05T23:31:33.800-04:00It's a Love/Hate Thing<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_8eDnUqbCZ4/Tjy0I-w2pkI/AAAAAAAAAdM/mGekETDyrzg/s1600/IMG_1400.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_8eDnUqbCZ4/Tjy0I-w2pkI/AAAAAAAAAdM/mGekETDyrzg/s320/IMG_1400.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637578899940877890" /></a>Lindsay and Brody have spent most of the summer fighting over toys, socks, whatever they can find. What one has, the other wants. Barking or screaming usually signals the loser. <br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gaaqXhPO6TI/Tjy0InUd7II/AAAAAAAAAdE/UJ22RtHhtgY/s1600/IMG_1398.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-gaaqXhPO6TI/Tjy0InUd7II/AAAAAAAAAdE/UJ22RtHhtgY/s320/IMG_1398.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637578893647801474" /></a>Tug-a-war (mouths only)<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VZy_pnUn70M/Tjy0ITJWCZI/AAAAAAAAAc8/7v8zhoPhk9o/s1600/IMG_1408.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VZy_pnUn70M/Tjy0ITJWCZI/AAAAAAAAAc8/7v8zhoPhk9o/s320/IMG_1408.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637578888232438162" /></a>They do have their tender moments. She loves it when he kisses her!Aprilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18122333353220470242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261443949412163523.post-5445690727643712422011-06-26T20:29:00.003-04:002011-06-26T20:38:36.591-04:00Brody, the newest McComas<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YzzS7buX-h4/TgfP0engJ2I/AAAAAAAAAc0/KVWKOHjOw50/s1600/IMG_1335.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YzzS7buX-h4/TgfP0engJ2I/AAAAAAAAAc0/KVWKOHjOw50/s320/IMG_1335.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622691160274249570" /></a>Brody has been a fun addition to our family. He loves to be outside as long as someone is with him. He loves to jump in and out of our little pool and then he runs around the yard only to jump back in again.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NE56K33cbg8/TgfP0HaVTEI/AAAAAAAAAcs/SriG50SO76k/s1600/IMG_1333.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NE56K33cbg8/TgfP0HaVTEI/AAAAAAAAAcs/SriG50SO76k/s320/IMG_1333.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622691154044996674" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S44oCN3Tad4/TgfPzfdFsiI/AAAAAAAAAck/fEn8pIGInck/s1600/IMG_1344.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-S44oCN3Tad4/TgfPzfdFsiI/AAAAAAAAAck/fEn8pIGInck/s320/IMG_1344.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622691143319138850" /></a>He loves hang out on the couch. The floor is for suckers!<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sUdjjnfJwRc/TgfPzEn61qI/AAAAAAAAAcc/qoSgRCJTJp8/s1600/IMG_1270.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sUdjjnfJwRc/TgfPzEn61qI/AAAAAAAAAcc/qoSgRCJTJp8/s320/IMG_1270.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622691136116807330" /></a>Brody and Lindsay are constantly playing tug-a-war over something. He enjoys it more than she does.Aprilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18122333353220470242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261443949412163523.post-25795885313012016252011-06-26T20:15:00.004-04:002011-06-26T20:28:43.744-04:00Mommy/Son Weekend<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lpckQXg09MQ/TgfM9GpzYkI/AAAAAAAAAcU/6HYqyKE2WE8/s1600/IMG_1367.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lpckQXg09MQ/TgfM9GpzYkI/AAAAAAAAAcU/6HYqyKE2WE8/s320/IMG_1367.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622688009925386818" /></a>Alex and I took a weekend trip to Myrtle Beach for a quick getaway. We had so much fun. He was basically in charge of our agenda which was a treat for him because usually we have to accommodate Lindsay (which was another reason for our trip).<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uFvCWOzaySE/TgfM9Ot4FAI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iBLhk9omNCY/s1600/IMG_1361.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uFvCWOzaySE/TgfM9Ot4FAI/AAAAAAAAAcM/iBLhk9omNCY/s320/IMG_1361.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622688012089955330" /></a>He has been wanting to do MagiQuest forever. It was more fun than I had anticipated. We completed 5 quests and he became a "Junior Magi". It was kinda addicting and we weren't ready to go when our time ran out. He carries his wand around wherever we go casting spells on everything and everyone.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iV4drZPHZXU/TgfM81N6URI/AAAAAAAAAcE/t1pUaOvHefs/s1600/IMG_1350.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iV4drZPHZXU/TgfM81N6URI/AAAAAAAAAcE/t1pUaOvHefs/s320/IMG_1350.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622688005244997906" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8u7wjcvh7G0/TgfM8V5nPlI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Ol3W4sP9Ed0/s1600/IMG_1371.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8u7wjcvh7G0/TgfM8V5nPlI/AAAAAAAAAb8/Ol3W4sP9Ed0/s320/IMG_1371.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622687996838362706" /></a>We went miniature golfing.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6tsaAJjehKA/TgfM8A6fugI/AAAAAAAAAb0/nuKqlXTsSfQ/s1600/IMG_1354.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6tsaAJjehKA/TgfM8A6fugI/AAAAAAAAAb0/nuKqlXTsSfQ/s320/IMG_1354.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622687991204919810" /></a>He loved the lazy river and ditched me when he made a new friend.Aprilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18122333353220470242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261443949412163523.post-4195295950660753492011-05-30T20:23:00.008-04:002011-05-30T21:02:04.893-04:00Lindsay's Birthday<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nl8Jta6ZO78/TeQ2aim3lRI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Tk0q1tprRN0/s1600/IMG_1249.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nl8Jta6ZO78/TeQ2aim3lRI/AAAAAAAAAbo/Tk0q1tprRN0/s320/IMG_1249.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612670865204811026" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">Somehow, my little girl has turned 4. I don't know where the time</div><div style="text-align: center;">has gone! Lindsay has completely changed our lives. I love how</div><div style="text-align: center;">she looks at the world. She's also changing how the world looks</div><div style="text-align: center;"> at her. I love that she is changing the world's expectations of what </div><div style="text-align: center;">most people think of people with Down syndrome. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">At four years old, Lindsay:</div><div style="text-align: left;">*loves going to school-She says hi and bye to her classmates. One typical</div><div style="text-align: left;">little girl said that Lindsay was her best friend. We love her school. Her </div><div style="text-align: left;">vocabulary has shot through the roof. She has so many people that </div><div style="text-align: left;">are looking out for her.</div><div style="text-align: left;">*still has a limited menu. I have promised (threatened) her that we</div><div style="text-align: left;">will be working on this issue during the summer.</div><div style="text-align: left;">*mimics her brother's every move. This often takes my breathe away</div><div style="text-align: left;">with the daring stunts that she performs, but she always thinks</div><div style="text-align: left;">she's hilarious. </div><div style="text-align: left;">*is still a good sleeper. When she's not sleepy, she will dump out </div><div style="text-align: left;">her dresser so that clothes are scattered all over her floor.</div><div style="text-align: left;">However, she always helps me pick them up and put </div><div style="text-align: left;">them back in the drawers. </div><div style="text-align: left;">*is starting to use 3 words together. I know this is way behind</div><div style="text-align: left;">where other 4 year olds are, but it's progress for her. </div><div style="text-align: left;">*understands just about everything you say to her. She doesn't</div><div style="text-align: left;">always act like she understands, but she does. She has a stubborn</div><div style="text-align: left;">streak in her.</div><div style="text-align: left;">*still loves her music. She HAS to listen to her CDs in the car. She</div><div style="text-align: left;">knows all the words and sings along. I'm so tired of hearing the</div><div style="text-align: left;">same songs over and over, but I love that little voice.</div><div style="text-align: left;">*thinks getting into trouble is funny. She will do things that</div><div style="text-align: left;">she knows she's not supposed to do. She'll look you straight in the</div><div style="text-align: left;">eye, do it and then laugh about it. She loves to tease.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R9ybHhzeDfY/TeQ2aVej2XI/AAAAAAAAAbg/dlsKgPMsxK8/s1600/IMG_1302.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-R9ybHhzeDfY/TeQ2aVej2XI/AAAAAAAAAbg/dlsKgPMsxK8/s320/IMG_1302.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612670861680302450" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jj0ctL0oAEs/TeQ2aeoumAI/AAAAAAAAAbY/Y7c9SmwFyAE/s1600/IMG_1293.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jj0ctL0oAEs/TeQ2aeoumAI/AAAAAAAAAbY/Y7c9SmwFyAE/s320/IMG_1293.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612670864138868738" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">We took the family to the Lazy Five Ranch to celebrate. Lindsay</div><div style="text-align: center;">was hesitant at first about the animals, but she finally got into </div><div style="text-align: center;">feeding them.</div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-emyVOmPU5f8/TeQ2Z2yDYNI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/0fO6wABEcWg/s1600/IMG_1297.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-emyVOmPU5f8/TeQ2Z2yDYNI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/0fO6wABEcWg/s320/IMG_1297.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612670853440561362" /></a>Aprilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18122333353220470242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261443949412163523.post-56157028003423148252010-11-24T18:37:00.006-05:002010-11-24T18:48:05.777-05:00Children's Museum<div align="center">We took a little drive to Greensboro to the Children's Museum</div><div align="center">and the kids had a blast. Lindsay especially loved the market.</div><div align="center">She filled her cart with all sorts of fruits and vegetables</div><div align="center">she refuses to eat, but she loved pushing that cart around.</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543265825363606530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TO2i5hBcPAI/AAAAAAAAAaw/YAXOIhRZ8oM/s320/Lindsay%2B002.jpg" border="0" />Alex was a "bad boy".<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TO2i5WtzmhI/AAAAAAAAAao/1C8cafcLiz0/s1600/Lindsay%2B024.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543265822596897298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TO2i5WtzmhI/AAAAAAAAAao/1C8cafcLiz0/s320/Lindsay%2B024.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />He drove a package delivery truck<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TO2i41jYF2I/AAAAAAAAAag/EezTaYjDZRs/s1600/Lindsay%2B022.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543265813694781282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TO2i41jYF2I/AAAAAAAAAag/EezTaYjDZRs/s320/Lindsay%2B022.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />We became anchors and reported the news.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TO2i2cvEUpI/AAAAAAAAAaY/ocTWMDar2s0/s1600/Lindsay%2B015.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543265772673192594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TO2i2cvEUpI/AAAAAAAAAaY/ocTWMDar2s0/s320/Lindsay%2B015.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Lindsay drove the firetruck.<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TO2iyA05n-I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/t8QhbVMvycA/s1600/Lindsay%2B010.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543265696461987810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TO2iyA05n-I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/t8QhbVMvycA/s320/Lindsay%2B010.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div><br /></div>Aprilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18122333353220470242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261443949412163523.post-54219358204878171942010-11-24T18:19:00.004-05:002010-11-24T18:33:53.601-05:00Halloween<div align="center"> I saw this costume and knew it was for Lindsay.</div><div align="center">Lindsay went trick-or-treating as Abby Cadabby from</div><div align="center">Sesame Street (her absolute favorite character).</div><div align="center">She loved the wand and kept her wings on the</div><div align="center">entire night.</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543260847898884034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TO2eXyhX98I/AAAAAAAAAaI/_oGKM-dP-kU/s320/2010%2B230.JPG" border="0" />Alex dressed as Harry Potter. He has been reading</div><div align="center">the books this fall and has seen a couple</div><div align="center">of the movies.</div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TO2eW8k_4KI/AAAAAAAAAaA/M_U8xVeHssE/s1600/2010%2B231.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543260833418567842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TO2eW8k_4KI/AAAAAAAAAaA/M_U8xVeHssE/s320/2010%2B231.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />We actually let Lindsay walk this year and collect</div><div align="center">her own bag of candy. She did well for awhile. </div><div align="center">When she got tired, we loaded her up in her wagon</div><div align="center">and she sipped milk while her brother filled her bag.</div><div align="center">Only a few idiots told her she had to say "trick-or-treat"</div><div align="center">before getting candy. I told them politely that we're</div><div align="center">working on it. I was very proud of my self control!</div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TO2eWe7cmUI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/63jEFmqn9t0/s1600/2010%2B233.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543260825459661122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TO2eWe7cmUI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/63jEFmqn9t0/s320/2010%2B233.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />My sister and her family walked with us. The </div><div align="center">boys were super cute as Superman and a cowboy.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TO2eWNM446I/AAAAAAAAAZw/9IZCxSaPzrs/s1600/2010%2B234.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543260820700980130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TO2eWNM446I/AAAAAAAAAZw/9IZCxSaPzrs/s320/2010%2B234.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />The gang!<br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TO2eV31TDYI/AAAAAAAAAZo/wGnp0inUPT8/s1600/2010%2B235.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543260814964886914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TO2eV31TDYI/AAAAAAAAAZo/wGnp0inUPT8/s320/2010%2B235.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div><br /></div>Aprilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18122333353220470242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261443949412163523.post-89058363614299055332010-10-09T20:02:00.006-04:002010-10-09T20:13:41.133-04:00Buddy Walk 2010We had another great Buddy Walk. We raised $625 in Lindsay's name to support people with Down syndrome in our area. Thanks to everyone who donated or came out to walk.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526201707763956626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TLEDLJRte5I/AAAAAAAAAZg/cPlvVzH65PQ/s320/oct10+018.JPG" border="0" />Lindsay didn't get a nap until the actual walk. Kristin was sweet enough to carry her the entire walk and even got drool on her shirt.<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TLEDK_4Fb8I/AAAAAAAAAZY/3qtFL3n52j8/s1600/oct10+020.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526201705240555458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TLEDK_4Fb8I/AAAAAAAAAZY/3qtFL3n52j8/s320/oct10+020.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TLEDKXFw8ZI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/-CnDWFXACg8/s1600/oct10+021.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526201694292078994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TLEDKXFw8ZI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/-CnDWFXACg8/s320/oct10+021.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Aprilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18122333353220470242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261443949412163523.post-6194116652658863332010-09-06T15:57:00.006-04:002010-09-06T16:15:58.299-04:00Alex is 8!My little boy is getting so big! I remember when we found out we were having a boy. My first thought was "What do you do with a boy?" because we only had girls in our family. Alex has taught me what you do with boys:<br /><ul><li>wrestle with them</li><li>try to convince them that you actually know what you are talking about and how they don't know everything</li><li>feed them</li><li>remind them over and over to brush their teeth</li><li>freeze/sweat at soccer games</li><li>spend hours outside playing with balls, riding bikes</li><li>remind him that soccer isn't an inside game</li><li>remind them to wash their hands!!!</li><li>give them a hug and kiss when they skin their knees</li><li>convince them that burping and farting are NOT funny</li></ul><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513892838244434866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TIVIUpEhQ7I/AAAAAAAAAZI/BW-CAf1hYxQ/s320/sept10+019.JPG" border="0" />For his present this year, we decided to give him something he has been wanting for 2 years. We are taking him to the Great Wolf Lodge for a night. It is an indoor water park that is only 5 minutes from our house. I'll post pictures when we get back.<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TIVIUWXKGSI/AAAAAAAAAZA/GGSGUN2by4Q/s1600/sept10+021.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513892833222334754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TIVIUWXKGSI/AAAAAAAAAZA/GGSGUN2by4Q/s320/sept10+021.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Instead of the traditional birthday cake, we had a chocolate fountain. We had a lot of fun dipping strawberries, cake, marshmallows, pretzels...<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TIVIUFFEv6I/AAAAAAAAAY4/ldTeBCSieaE/s1600/sept10+022.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513892828583083938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TIVIUFFEv6I/AAAAAAAAAY4/ldTeBCSieaE/s320/sept10+022.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div>It has been a joy to be Alex's mom!<br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Aprilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18122333353220470242noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261443949412163523.post-53888585668552915962010-09-06T15:38:00.004-04:002010-09-06T15:56:29.325-04:00Tweetsie RailroadWe took a day trip to Tweetsie Railroad, a western amusement park build especially for kids. We had a blast. I can't wait until Lindsay can ride more rides. She loved the trains and riding in the cars the best. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513889809127793138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TIVFkUu1YfI/AAAAAAAAAYw/MopAYNvqO_A/s320/sept10+001.JPG" border="0" />Watch out world, Alex is at the wheel!<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TIVFj2Yq0YI/AAAAAAAAAYo/I9U_JUDPD08/s1600/sept10+002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513889800981762434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TIVFj2Yq0YI/AAAAAAAAAYo/I9U_JUDPD08/s320/sept10+002.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />We learned our lesson from the Tilt-a-Whirl. Lindsay does not like twirling around and around. She loved it at first, but it got going too fast and she started signing "all done". I couldn't make it be "all done" so she buried her head in my arm and waited for it to be over. She ran right to Dan when we got off and attached herself to him. She swatted at me when I told her I was sorry and tried to hold her. She eventually forgave me.<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TIVFjh_xJGI/AAAAAAAAAYg/4ZGdMv6iauM/s1600/sept10+003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513889795508610146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TIVFjh_xJGI/AAAAAAAAAYg/4ZGdMv6iauM/s320/sept10+003.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Alex is getting old enough to start riding the "big kid" rides. He loved this one even though it made his cheeks hurt.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TIVFjBdU-aI/AAAAAAAAAYY/F7Oxyix8cQM/s1600/sept10+005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513889786774223266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TIVFjBdU-aI/AAAAAAAAAYY/F7Oxyix8cQM/s320/sept10+005.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Lindsay loved riding the train. We are practicing making the "toot toot" sound--always working on those speech skills!<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TIVFi_ELTCI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/RLNIRkjErjM/s1600/sept10+008.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513889786131860514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TIVFi_ELTCI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/RLNIRkjErjM/s320/sept10+008.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Aprilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18122333353220470242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261443949412163523.post-28329490900924288442010-08-29T20:08:00.002-04:002010-08-29T20:17:27.459-04:00First Day of School '10<div align="left"> I sent two big kids off to school this year. I'm not quite sure how that happened.</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">Lindsay started at her preschool on Monday. She'll receive all her therapies at the school during the day. She absolutely loves it. She runs into school and doesn't want to leave at the end of the day. At first, we thought we'd be putting her on the bus to and from school, but we decided to enroll her in the before/after school care. It is offered only to Cabarrus Co. School employees so we lucked out! <br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/THr3EY-oYdI/AAAAAAAAAYA/iRYDnXCFOmE/s1600/aug10+002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510988748837904850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/THr3EY-oYdI/AAAAAAAAAYA/iRYDnXCFOmE/s320/aug10+002.JPG" border="0" /></a>Alex started school on Wednesday. He is now attending the school in which I work. I've missed being in the same school so it is really nice to see him now and then during the day walking down the hall with his class. He is adjusting well and making friends. <br /><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5510988757194118178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/THr3E4G6FCI/AAAAAAAAAYI/FpHzHf3FJvw/s320/aug10+003.JPG" border="0" /></p><br /><div></div>Aprilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18122333353220470242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261443949412163523.post-38099639680932566102010-08-22T18:53:00.004-04:002010-08-22T19:15:59.440-04:00Georgia AquariumWe took a quick trip down to Atlanta to visit the aquarium. We all loved it.<br />Lindsay was especially fascinated by the fish.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508373172841226498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/THGsN1F-IQI/AAAAAAAAAXo/LoNNQmUdLGY/s320/summer10+014.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/THGsNRFb1rI/AAAAAAAAAXg/sVAASM-2dhE/s1600/summer10+013.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508373163175302834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/THGsNRFb1rI/AAAAAAAAAXg/sVAASM-2dhE/s320/summer10+013.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/THGsNEUFcQI/AAAAAAAAAXY/FrDvXl5i6wM/s1600/summer10+023.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508373159747088642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/THGsNEUFcQI/AAAAAAAAAXY/FrDvXl5i6wM/s320/summer10+023.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/THGsMZiq32I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/XSuIjRhopiE/s1600/summer10+027.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508373148265537378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/THGsMZiq32I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/XSuIjRhopiE/s320/summer10+027.JPG" border="0" /></a> Lindsay was asleep by the end. She didn't sleep well while in the hotel. She woke up at 2:00 a.m. and only slept on and off until 6:30. Dan and I took shifts wrestling her into the bed. She got to sleep on the way home!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/THGsMErkRAI/AAAAAAAAAXI/-LUTrZzOHh8/s1600/summer10+028.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508373142665708546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/THGsMErkRAI/AAAAAAAAAXI/-LUTrZzOHh8/s320/summer10+028.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Aprilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18122333353220470242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261443949412163523.post-67433929560454675822010-08-22T18:48:00.002-04:002010-08-22T18:52:49.297-04:00Escape Artist<div align="center"> Recently Lindsay has found another way around those</div><div align="center">pesky gates. For awhile she kept getting stuck in the</div><div align="center">"moat" between the half wall and the couch but she </div><div align="center">learned that if she really kicked her leg up and over, she</div><div align="center">could reach the other side. We have since moved the</div><div align="center">gate to another location, but she now has access to</div><div align="center">the kitchen. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">YIKES!<br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508370148179629122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/THGpdxWc1EI/AAAAAAAAAXA/PeeJToURCPg/s320/summer10+011.JPG" border="0" />Aprilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18122333353220470242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261443949412163523.post-75520753202550726622010-08-22T18:39:00.003-04:002010-08-22T18:47:59.243-04:00You thought I was sleeping.<div align="center">Lindsay has been a very difficult napper this </div><div align="center">summer. 3 days after school ended, Lindsay</div><div align="center">decided that she was going to stop taking naps.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">This was not an option. </div><div align="center"><br />I had to remove all her toys from her room and</div><div align="center">she still found things to "play" with.</div><div align="center">Who would have thought that socks and </div><div align="center">paper were so much fun?</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">So everytime I put her to bed, she would immediately</div><div align="center">empty her sock drawer and another drawer that had</div><div align="center">some birthday cards.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I ended up sitting in her room until she fell asleep</div><div align="center">which could take anywhere from 10-45 min. </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">This is what her room looked like before I started</div><div align="center">sitting with her.</div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/THGnjImNstI/AAAAAAAAAWw/V_qhSvWMz-k/s1600/summer10+003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508368041295852242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/THGnjImNstI/AAAAAAAAAWw/V_qhSvWMz-k/s320/summer10+003.JPG" border="0" /></a> That was hard work! Look how exhausted she is.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508368044034311570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/THGnjSzHRZI/AAAAAAAAAW4/Z1EIXTR4a8g/s320/summer10+005.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /></div>Aprilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18122333353220470242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261443949412163523.post-19113635911260462222010-07-18T20:14:00.003-04:002010-07-18T20:26:06.815-04:00Little PranksterOne evening, I had to go out to do some errands so I stopped at CVS to pick something up. I was standing in line patiently waiting for my turn to check out, when a woman approached me from behind and asked if I had any children. I thought it was a little odd, but I answered yes. She told me that she thought one of them was probably playing a trick on me and pointed to my bottom. I looked back and peeled a sticker off my shorts. Sure enough, I had a "Wow" sticker right on my back side. I told her that surely my son wouldn't have done something like that.<br /><br />By the time I reached the car, I started to have second thoughts so I called home and asked to speak to Alex. I asked him about the sticker and he started laughing right away. He told me that he got it at tennis camp and had put it on my bottom while I was walking up the stairs to put Lindsay to bed. That was 5 hours ago! I had been wearing that sticker for most of the day. I was impressed that he went all day waiting for me to find it. Now that's patience!Aprilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18122333353220470242noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261443949412163523.post-69815982148205081502010-07-18T20:07:00.004-04:002010-07-18T20:13:41.667-04:00Lake Lure<div align="center"> We took a day trip to Lake Lure. Lindsay loved it!</div><div align="center">She didn't love the beach on our vacation, but she loved </div><div align="center">lake water. The sand was much cooler and there were no</div><div align="center">waves to knock her down. She absolutely loved trying</div><div align="center">to catch the butterflies that landed near the water. </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495402620059654466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TEOXkSpoGUI/AAAAAAAAAWo/2xFf-j-QIJw/s320/july10+032.JPG" border="0" />Of course, Alex jumped right in and had a good time</div><div align="center">jumping off his dad. <br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TEOXkGOziYI/AAAAAAAAAWg/B2_gyiNd3Cc/s1600/july10+029.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495402616725932418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TEOXkGOziYI/AAAAAAAAAWg/B2_gyiNd3Cc/s320/july10+029.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /></div>Aprilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18122333353220470242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261443949412163523.post-64382718908548801572010-07-18T19:55:00.003-04:002010-07-18T20:07:08.144-04:00Misc. Summer Pics<div align="center">We went to Carolina Beach for our family vacation</div><div align="center">this year. The kids did a great job entertaining themselves.</div><div align="center">Thank goodness for DVD players!</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495400128039046610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TEOVTPJnTdI/AAAAAAAAAV4/-8W1cspDMHw/s320/july10+001.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center">Alex got a hold of the camera to entertain himself.</div><div align="center">This only one of the many silly pictures he took.<br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TEOVUm3SR9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/E6_FYoXwPJ4/s1600/july10+017.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495400151584491474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TEOVUm3SR9I/AAAAAAAAAWQ/E6_FYoXwPJ4/s320/july10+017.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />We had two tired kids by the end of the week.<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TEOVUEBCZQI/AAAAAAAAAWI/vF8snKn49Vw/s1600/july10+009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495400142230152450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TEOVUEBCZQI/AAAAAAAAAWI/vF8snKn49Vw/s320/july10+009.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />We had a good time going on a horse drawn carriage<br />ride in downtown Wilmington. We learned some<br />history and Lindsay only tried to jump out a<br />couple of times.<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TEOVTrUlL6I/AAAAAAAAAWA/HmgtPa1f11Q/s1600/july10+002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495400135601237922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TEOVTrUlL6I/AAAAAAAAAWA/HmgtPa1f11Q/s320/july10+002.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Of course, we went to the Harrisburg Fourth of July fair.<br />Alex and I stayed for the fireworks while Dan and Lindsay<br />went home. I can't wait for the day when we can do more<br />as a family.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495400158982151954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TEOVVCbBnxI/AAAAAAAAAWY/B8GsqdWMEXA/s320/july10+027.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Aprilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18122333353220470242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261443949412163523.post-45542164213943293162010-07-07T12:28:00.008-04:002010-07-07T12:51:53.091-04:00New Photos<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TDSwYxnLL6I/AAAAAAAAAVw/_VReCtdwVS4/s1600/0019.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491207785352474530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TDSwYxnLL6I/AAAAAAAAAVw/_VReCtdwVS4/s320/0019.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TDSsuUSoWbI/AAAAAAAAAVo/gH-irSIMA5g/s1600/0058.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491203757392288178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TDSsuUSoWbI/AAAAAAAAAVo/gH-irSIMA5g/s320/0058.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TDSstoE_ueI/AAAAAAAAAVg/mdLWpoWtfPA/s1600/0035.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491203745523939810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TDSstoE_ueI/AAAAAAAAAVg/mdLWpoWtfPA/s320/0035.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TDSss0OhIRI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/9giDirx9O2A/s1600/0008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491203731605233938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TDSss0OhIRI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/9giDirx9O2A/s320/0008.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TDSrbwj7FvI/AAAAAAAAAVI/trS_keZGOS0/s1600/0026.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491202339051869938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TDSrbwj7FvI/AAAAAAAAAVI/trS_keZGOS0/s320/0026.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Aprilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18122333353220470242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261443949412163523.post-60425838537351158462010-05-29T21:30:00.009-04:002010-05-29T21:41:11.412-04:00Discovery Place<div align="center"> We decided to take a trip to Discovery Place to check </div><div align="center">it out. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476871291145551890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TAHBa-1EABI/AAAAAAAAAVA/Fy1QSNd5b8U/s320/june10+036.JPG" border="0" /><br />Lindsay especially loved the water table.</div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TAHBOaRsmwI/AAAAAAAAAU4/1umU0DN3AHE/s1600/june10+038.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476871075175111426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TAHBOaRsmwI/AAAAAAAAAU4/1umU0DN3AHE/s320/june10+038.JPG" border="0" /></a> And the drums too.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TAHBAkWIE3I/AAAAAAAAAUw/Whl6Uax6FcI/s1600/june10+042.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476870837359874930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TAHBAkWIE3I/AAAAAAAAAUw/Whl6Uax6FcI/s320/june10+042.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TAHAwGQnAdI/AAAAAAAAAUo/ddylWkgediU/s1600/june10+045.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476870554405765586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TAHAwGQnAdI/AAAAAAAAAUo/ddylWkgediU/s320/june10+045.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TAHAiWhCLMI/AAAAAAAAAUg/K3YFLaCtchs/s1600/june10+047.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476870318251453634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TAHAiWhCLMI/AAAAAAAAAUg/K3YFLaCtchs/s320/june10+047.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Alex and I built a shelter. I'm not convinced</div><div>that we'd make it out in the wild.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TAHAW0prRQI/AAAAAAAAAUY/vaxtdTa_Y90/s1600/june10+049.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476870120182334722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TAHAW0prRQI/AAAAAAAAAUY/vaxtdTa_Y90/s320/june10+049.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Very cool morning!!! I highly recommend it.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TAHAHr3vQTI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/GCA8ueIKqfA/s1600/june10+050.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476869860127359282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TAHAHr3vQTI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/GCA8ueIKqfA/s320/june10+050.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Aprilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18122333353220470242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261443949412163523.post-58251943498925308182010-05-29T21:14:00.008-04:002010-05-29T21:30:24.921-04:00Lindsay is 3!<div align="center"> Our little girl has turned 3. I don't know where the </div><div align="center">time has gone! We had a family party at Monkey Joes and </div><div align="center">pizza and cake at our house. <br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TAG97C8K1bI/AAAAAAAAAUA/_kDH5Nq9HMo/s1600/june10+007.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476867443958404530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TAG97C8K1bI/AAAAAAAAAUA/_kDH5Nq9HMo/s320/june10+007.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TAG9uXxE8LI/AAAAAAAAAT4/pYLeyVbK5es/s1600/june10+012.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476867226210726066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TAG9uXxE8LI/AAAAAAAAAT4/pYLeyVbK5es/s320/june10+012.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TAG9hJqTkeI/AAAAAAAAATw/pedwaQ926Ac/s1600/june10+009.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476866999085928930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TAG9hJqTkeI/AAAAAAAAATw/pedwaQ926Ac/s320/june10+009.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />Lindsay got a drum from her PT. It is a favorite.<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TAG9PyCEQiI/AAAAAAAAATo/dFQE3tOk6jw/s1600/june10+026.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476866700685361698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TAG9PyCEQiI/AAAAAAAAATo/dFQE3tOk6jw/s320/june10+026.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Of course, Mom made another fantastic cake. </div><div>Lindsay blew out her candles this year. <br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TAG89tSx2kI/AAAAAAAAATg/iRsU6gubVpQ/s1600/june10+027.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476866390175636034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TAG89tSx2kI/AAAAAAAAATg/iRsU6gubVpQ/s320/june10+027.JPG" border="0" /></a> Another favorite was the water table.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476868065324780914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TAG-fNtdTXI/AAAAAAAAAUI/QsJrYnFQR34/s320/june10+034.JPG" border="0" /></div></div></div></div>Aprilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18122333353220470242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261443949412163523.post-10485104682151513842010-05-29T21:08:00.005-04:002010-05-29T21:14:19.359-04:00Strawberry Picking<div align="center"> I took the family strawberry picking for the </div><div align="center">first time. We ate our fill of strawberries!<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476864868912478306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TAG7lKJYOGI/AAAAAAAAATQ/L4xrqllb31w/s320/may10+033.JPG" border="0" /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TAG7XU8dkyI/AAAAAAAAATI/bTSdN7K3M8M/s1600/may10+035.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476864631292924706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TAG7XU8dkyI/AAAAAAAAATI/bTSdN7K3M8M/s320/may10+035.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TAG69ykcCUI/AAAAAAAAATA/YIn7oaTknnY/s1600/may10+037.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476864192568625474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TAG69ykcCUI/AAAAAAAAATA/YIn7oaTknnY/s320/may10+037.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div><br /></div>Aprilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18122333353220470242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261443949412163523.post-21655509908326544412010-05-29T21:02:00.003-04:002010-05-29T21:08:33.835-04:00Mother's Day<div align="center"> I am so blessed to have happy and healthy kids!</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476862895424488530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TAG5ySVLRFI/AAAAAAAAAS4/TIN4tnLZjiU/s320/may10+040.JPG" border="0" />My new favorite picture of the kids.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TAG5lGxr4cI/AAAAAAAAASw/lp-ih5Ua1J4/s1600/may10+042.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476862668984541634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/TAG5lGxr4cI/AAAAAAAAASw/lp-ih5Ua1J4/s320/may10+042.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /></div>Aprilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18122333353220470242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261443949412163523.post-7942635420853647972010-04-11T18:32:00.003-04:002010-04-11T18:39:08.184-04:00Lindsay's New Room<div align="center">Since Lindsay was born, I always felt that purple suited her</div><div align="center">better than pink. I've been wanting to paint over her pink walls</div><div align="center">for nearly 3 years. I finally did it and we love it!<br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/S8JPDlhcrUI/AAAAAAAAASo/mbxiPew89a0/s1600/2010+062.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459012621357067586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/S8JPDlhcrUI/AAAAAAAAASo/mbxiPew89a0/s320/2010+062.JPG" border="0" /></a>Aprilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18122333353220470242noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261443949412163523.post-65159366722820388422010-04-11T15:14:00.004-04:002010-04-11T15:18:16.768-04:00New Do<div align="center">Isn't Lindsay's new haircut supercute?<br /></div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/S8IgKBQLyAI/AAAAAAAAASg/X_YLViV_nHQ/s1600/2010+033.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458961054833559554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/S8IgKBQLyAI/AAAAAAAAASg/X_YLViV_nHQ/s320/2010+033.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/S8If08Wv-8I/AAAAAAAAASY/hlPW6eqatc4/s1600/2010+032.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458960692741667778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QbhBUIQ32vo/S8If08Wv-8I/AAAAAAAAASY/hlPW6eqatc4/s320/2010+032.JPG" border="0" /></a>Aprilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18122333353220470242noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-261443949412163523.post-63679391464041605312010-04-08T20:03:00.003-04:002010-04-08T20:22:15.274-04:00JumpWe have been working on jumping for months. She finally has it! Yippee!!!<br /><br /><OBJECT class=BLOG_video_class id=BLOG_video-6ef13364deba1f6b height=266 width=320 contentId="6ef13364deba1f6b"></OBJECT>Aprilhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18122333353220470242noreply@blogger.com0