<?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-683703771031398477</id><updated>2012-02-07T23:06:56.691-06:00</updated><category term='naps'/><category term='toys'/><title type='text'>A Day in the Life of Suburbia</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>122</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-4553648737080883752</id><published>2010-05-20T23:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T23:44:53.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/S_YGch9SZZI/AAAAAAAAC3w/QhIjFp4DI3M/s1600/DSCN2535.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/S_YGch9SZZI/AAAAAAAAC3w/QhIjFp4DI3M/s320/DSCN2535.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, it seems my little guy will be five tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; It is hard to believe that five years ago tonight I was in labor.&amp;nbsp; Of course, labor lasted until the next evening, but he was on his way.&amp;nbsp; Not to be overly sentimental, but he was just my amazing little guy from day one.&amp;nbsp; Happy, incredibly energetic, and talkative.&amp;nbsp; Even in my belly he was kicking and playing to the point of making me quite ill!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So now, after five years of always being on our toes as he is a boy through and through, so many things are happening.&amp;nbsp; Today he had his check up for kindergarten.&amp;nbsp; He was very brave until the actual shot was in the nurse's hand, and then it took several of us to hold my incredibly strong boy down.&amp;nbsp; When it was done (1 second later) he said, "Does it still hurt?"&amp;nbsp; Oh my child.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/S_YGK_efhjI/AAAAAAAAC3o/cdA3IwXlOlg/s1600/DSCN2553.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/S_YGK_efhjI/AAAAAAAAC3o/cdA3IwXlOlg/s320/DSCN2553.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last week we celebrated his birthday with a class birthday party with five of his closest friends having the party he wanted.&amp;nbsp; He requested party games, balloons and cake.&amp;nbsp; No problem.&amp;nbsp; So potato sack races, pin the mustang on the car, and musical chairs were the hit of the day, along with his little car cake I made him.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/S_YF59aFfGI/AAAAAAAAC3g/R71A1_LhdqM/s1600/multi+of+henry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/S_YF59aFfGI/AAAAAAAAC3g/R71A1_LhdqM/s320/multi+of+henry.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have lots of things going on in our lives, just like the rest of the population, but this post is just about my main man.&amp;nbsp; We are so fortunate to have so many amazing and loving people watching over him, helping him to be a thoughtful, sweet, loving, happy, mischievous and adventurous boy.&amp;nbsp; We are truly blessed by him, and by all those who make our son a priority in their lives and see him with loving eyes. Happy birthday, H-Man!&amp;nbsp; Or as I like to call you, my baby.&amp;nbsp; Here's your favorite song on video, just for you: &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fkkvwOiErh4"&gt;50 Nifty&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-4553648737080883752?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4553648737080883752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=4553648737080883752' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/4553648737080883752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/4553648737080883752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2010/05/growing-up.html' title='Growing Up'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/S_YGch9SZZI/AAAAAAAAC3w/QhIjFp4DI3M/s72-c/DSCN2535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-1002110128179671059</id><published>2010-03-29T14:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T14:53:50.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>They're Two They're Four They're Six.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/S7EE1j8IxpI/AAAAAAAAC2c/CbYmXFySl2M/s1600/DSCN1944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454145941949433490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/S7EE1j8IxpI/AAAAAAAAC2c/CbYmXFySl2M/s200/DSCN1944.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Claudia's absolute favorite song right now. The theme song to Thomas the Train. Henry loved trains too, but the real kind. He loved studying how they work, what kind of tracks they run on, the history, etc. Claudia loves the music and the emotion. It's so fun to see how different she is in many ways from her brother. They are best friends, too, often fighting when one wants to play and the other doesn't. Henry will say something like, "But I want to play with her because I love her, but she said no!" Thankfully they usually give in to one another and end up catching the sillies together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Updates for us:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Holy Cross added a half-day Kindergarten, so we are incredibly thankful for this....full day would have been &lt;em&gt;okay,&lt;/em&gt; but we preferred he not have to sit in a classroom all day and I want more time with him. He'll be gone every day all day for plenty of years to follow, so I'm thrilled we get to offer the best of both worlds. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/S7EE2aSZWJI/AAAAAAAAC2k/UHHIuXCBXbQ/s1600/DSCN1943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 143px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454145956538308754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/S7EE2aSZWJI/AAAAAAAAC2k/UHHIuXCBXbQ/s200/DSCN1943.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work has picked up, which has been nice. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spring break is next week...we're looking forward to doing some fun things like Brookfield Zoo, swimming, visit from their Babio, etc. Nice to not have to plan around a drop off time!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Weight loss is at 58 lbs now, and it's felt good to have people not even recognize me. I never want to be that other weight again. I'm happier, more active, more healthy, and the kids notice when their mom runs around with them versus sitting in a chair watching. Much more lively!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heading back to Iowa City in a couple of weeks for the Iowa Football spring game. We're very excited to see family and friends. It's been too long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Not much else to say for now. Life is busy, but moving along fine. Just trying to enjoy each day and the people who share it with us. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-1002110128179671059?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1002110128179671059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=1002110128179671059' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/1002110128179671059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/1002110128179671059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2010/03/theyre-two-theyre-four-theyre-six.html' title='They&apos;re Two They&apos;re Four They&apos;re Six.....'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/S7EE1j8IxpI/AAAAAAAAC2c/CbYmXFySl2M/s72-c/DSCN1944.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-4630727511231107543</id><published>2010-02-21T17:15:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T17:34:17.214-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You Know What They Say....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/S4HBYByLafI/AAAAAAAAC18/-Ut4FT4OtNQ/s1600-h/swimming+lessons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440842443380189682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/S4HBYByLafI/AAAAAAAAC18/-Ut4FT4OtNQ/s200/swimming+lessons.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; Time sure flies when you're having fun! Well, it's been awhile since I posted. A few months, actually. Partly because I haven't had time, but also because I honestly don't know if anyone reads my blog anymore! I know I don't keep up on reading my friends' blogs either, so, sorry for my tardiness/lateness/absenteeism....here's to updating now....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What's going on in our world these days.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Henry is signed up for kindergarten....wow. In 3 months he'll be five and it's so bizarre to think about that, for so many reasons. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440842454936248914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/S4HBYs1W4lI/AAAAAAAAC2E/oQaViTwx7-I/s200/DSCN1793.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Henry has started swim lessons and progressed nicely. I was worried at first as it took three lessons before he'd even get in the pool. It can be frustrating, not so much because of him, but the comments I get from other parents about his reluctance. He's just timid in groups he doesn't know. It's not personal, it's not a personality flaw, it's just Henry. So after those three visits and a family trip to the pool to build his confidence, now he is happily treading water with goggles.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/S4HBY6dy2ZI/AAAAAAAAC2M/jpv-1i6Hqgw/s1600-h/DSCN1733.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 133px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440842458595514770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/S4HBY6dy2ZI/AAAAAAAAC2M/jpv-1i6Hqgw/s200/DSCN1733.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Claudia is super-dance queen. It is hysterical and endearing to watch her boogie down. I Can't wait until she's old enough to actually take classes! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have stayed on at the photography studio after the holidays....while there aren't as many available hours as I'd like, I do love being there and am really enjoying the things I'm learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Max is still trucking along, but it could be better. We could really use a little divine intervention.  :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;On a personal struggle note, I have lost 50 pounds so far.  This picture was taken a little over a month ago, and I had lost 42 lbs at this point.  It's really nice to shop for clothes that don't have an "X" in front of them!  Been many years.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a wonderful week/month/semester!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-4630727511231107543?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4630727511231107543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=4630727511231107543' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/4630727511231107543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/4630727511231107543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-know-what-they-say.html' title='You Know What They Say....'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/S4HBYByLafI/AAAAAAAAC18/-Ut4FT4OtNQ/s72-c/swimming+lessons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-4160796828411032271</id><published>2009-12-22T22:21:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T23:01:49.058-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Charlie Brown Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SzGjJmpPkLI/AAAAAAAAC10/rG8BB65QuA8/s1600-h/DSCN1394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418291212091101362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SzGjJmpPkLI/AAAAAAAAC10/rG8BB65QuA8/s200/DSCN1394.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Been awhile. Basically, I kind of think blogs are starting to become void, I know I personally am not so great at reading them anymore. Facebook has sort of filled that need! So, here's the latest on our end of the lane...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snow! We love it, we play in it. Claudia refuses to wear her mittens, so she ends up wanting to be held. She was psyched the first time it snowed however....as was Henry. I have never seen him get up and dressed so fast!  And if you found a snow angel in your yard, it's probably from Henry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We're all signed up for Kindergarten for next year. Hard to believe! But we love his school and are so incredibly thankful he is somewhere with people who appreciate the spirit of a young boy. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SzGbxU1GeWI/AAAAAAAAC1k/qOm8o7i3caw/s1600-h/DSCN1451.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418283098410744162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SzGbxU1GeWI/AAAAAAAAC1k/qOm8o7i3caw/s200/DSCN1451.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Naturally we decorated cookies, and Claudia was very, very precise with her decorations. I love seeing how different boys and girls are from one another! Henry slathers on the frosting and piles up the decor, while Claudia carefully works through each cookie and each detail.  Regardless of their technique, they all tasted divine.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Max has taught Henry how to play chess. I don't know how to play chess. I taught him Connect 4, so there ya go.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work is awesome. I absolutely love taking pictures, and love that I go in, get to be creative, then leave and take nothing home with me. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SzGbxB_cOaI/AAAAAAAAC1c/f-QbwA-o2YE/s1600-h/DSCN1443.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418283093353839010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SzGbxB_cOaI/AAAAAAAAC1c/f-QbwA-o2YE/s200/DSCN1443.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I get to be "totally in the zone" at work, and then "totally at home" when I'm done. Perfect.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;The weight loss continues....I have lost a total of 34 lbs up to this point. I officially weigh what I did when we got married. Another 15 and it'll be what we were when we met. And so on.....&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have rid our lives of the pesky mouse/mole/raccoon whatever, that has been burrowing under the house and making it's way into our walls by way of the pipes. It's gone, and I'm sleeping without scratching. Yay!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christmas this year will be quiet. We'll be at home since I have to work the day before and after. Then we'll celebrate a late Christmas with Max's family. We tried to decorate a bit more this year, but it just isn't meant to be. They all fell over from wind, wear and tear, little boys trying to shovel....its still lit up though, so hey!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Happy to say it has been a nice, quiet month. Adjusting to my working at night/weekends was a bit tough at first, but the kids have acclimated and so has Max. I have to hand it to him...he comes home, takes care of the kids until I get home from work at 9, then goes back to his office until often 1 am. We are fortunate to have become close with some really, truly good people, and thankful for the support we've received over the last several months. No detail there...those people know who they are. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Merry Christmas! Many blessings, love, joy, peace of mind, laughter and silliness to you in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/683703771031398477-4160796828411032271?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4160796828411032271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=4160796828411032271' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/4160796828411032271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/4160796828411032271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-charlie-brown-christmas.html' title='It&apos;s a Charlie Brown Christmas...'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SzGjJmpPkLI/AAAAAAAAC10/rG8BB65QuA8/s72-c/DSCN1394.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-494288946061624066</id><published>2009-11-19T15:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T16:08:58.499-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Little Monkeys</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;Jumping on the bed!  This is what we do when we have to be inside for 2 weeks because of rain and cold.  Have a great Thanksgiving!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d56da092a17904ad" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd56da092a17904ad%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331274908%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6338D76A0A72C4D127FBBFAFE47A10523CD96DC7.7EECD480050FB623711C883523B3C419AB2CC6D9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd56da092a17904ad%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3eRu9eppO6H5ZvjS_in5pmoT0o8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd56da092a17904ad%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331274908%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6338D76A0A72C4D127FBBFAFE47A10523CD96DC7.7EECD480050FB623711C883523B3C419AB2CC6D9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd56da092a17904ad%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3eRu9eppO6H5ZvjS_in5pmoT0o8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-494288946061624066?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/494288946061624066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=494288946061624066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/494288946061624066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/494288946061624066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2009/11/two-little-monkeys.html' title='Two Little Monkeys'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-1959980776167626522</id><published>2009-11-09T21:55:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T22:22:26.902-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treat....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/Svjpxu5NjzI/AAAAAAAAC0w/GV-KY1b_e64/s1600-h/DSCN1149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 133px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402324793641766706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/Svjpxu5NjzI/AAAAAAAAC0w/GV-KY1b_e64/s200/DSCN1149.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Halloween was great. First, Henry's class had a party. He was a pirate and since he was snack person, he got to be line leader, too. I also got to bake for his class. Yay! Claudia was a little less into the dress up. She wanted to be a "neigh neigh horse." Okay, fine. I found a great costume for 90% off. She wouldn't touch it. I then found a homemade horse costume at a thrift store. Nothing doing. So, we threw a hat, boots and pink bandana on her and thus, a cowgirl is born. Max decided to be Hayden Fry. He is a Badger at heart, but I do believe he is starting to bleed black and gold. As for me, I paid homage to the wayward soul who filed the false claim about me for (gasp) baking in my home for profit. Yes, I was an inmate at Kane County Jail, serving my time as the jail chef. Thanks for the idea, buddy! LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As for Halloween night, it was another great reason to get our group of &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/Svjk__LssKI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/m7OGNmB-KBk/s1600-h/DSCN1138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402319540974301346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/Svjk__LssKI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/m7OGNmB-KBk/s200/DSCN1138.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;neighbor friends together. We went trick or treating in our 'hood first, of which had two homes that gave treats to both children AND adults. We grown ups left with a Miller Lite. That's what I call neighborly. Then we all gathered at our friend's house for a pot luck and lots of fun. Man I love them! It was a great night, and one we won't forget. enjoy the pics!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I love my job. It's really fun, and it's so great to just do something that is creative and low stress. Now if it could just pay those pesky student loans back with this extra income....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SvjlAmsDDxI/AAAAAAAAC0o/qFSxyE-JAJQ/s1600-h/DSCN1153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402319551578967826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SvjlAmsDDxI/AAAAAAAAC0o/qFSxyE-JAJQ/s200/DSCN1153.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. We got to spend last weekend in Iowa City for the football game. Granted, it was a tough pill to swallow when the QB got tackled and thus hurt his leg and is out for the season. Our hearts go out to him as he led his team in the second longest winning streak in the nation. Aside from that, we did enjoy seeing some great friends, family, and a play. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Finally, I'm still trying to lose weight. I'm at 25 pounds, so 25 more and I'll be ready to decide one of two things: Start running again for real, or have another baby. Guess we'll cross that bridge when we get to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'd think I'd have more to say since it's been awhile (or maybe I've said to much? ha ha), but that's all for now. Have a great couple of weeks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-1959980776167626522?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1959980776167626522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=1959980776167626522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/1959980776167626522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/1959980776167626522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2009/11/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick or Treat....'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/Svjpxu5NjzI/AAAAAAAAC0w/GV-KY1b_e64/s72-c/DSCN1149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-2515603362470063762</id><published>2009-10-17T16:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T16:42:43.631-05:00</updated><title type='text'>October Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/Sto25ul2F6I/AAAAAAAACzs/O8zYqO-vF98/s1600-h/DSCN1059.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, let's see:&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/Sto24UFaGsI/AAAAAAAACzc/CD7vJrhenK0/s1600-h/DSCN1092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393683844821555906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/Sto24UFaGsI/AAAAAAAACzc/CD7vJrhenK0/s200/DSCN1092.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Henry absolutely loves school. His experience has been really wonderful, and our minds are made up that Catholic school is the right fit for the kids and our family. There is just something about your kid coming home and earnestly talking about the importance of giving love to all who cross your path. An important lesson.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Claudia also loves school. She loves art and play dough in particular. Oh the difference between boys and girls! She &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/Sto23wokz9I/AAAAAAAACzU/FiVEQRQiiik/s1600-h/DSCN1102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393683835305381842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/Sto23wokz9I/AAAAAAAACzU/FiVEQRQiiik/s200/DSCN1102.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;also enjoys getting me to herself for an hour--at least I think she does! I know I love that time together.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have been losing weight. Currently I have lost 18 pounds and people are starting to make comments that they notice, which is very rewarding! Plus I got to finally shop in the non-fat section for the first time in years yesterday!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;So why was I shopping? Because I got a job. Finally. My streak of "black balled-itis" is officially over. O-V-E-R! I will be working at night and on the weekends, opposite Max's schedule, which will bring in a second income while not having to pay childcare. What will I be doing? I'll be a photographer at JCPenney's. I'm very excited about this as it's something relatively creative and something I truly enjoy. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/Sto25E9BHII/AAAAAAAACzk/FdceAvoab2I/s1600-h/DSCN1036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393683857939700866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/Sto25E9BHII/AAAAAAAACzk/FdceAvoab2I/s200/DSCN1036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If I'm going to be away from my family, at least it's doing something for which I have a passion!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Hawkeyes are #1 in the Big Ten! It's been such a fun season this year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;You all have a fantastic couple of weeks. Happy Halloween!!! Enjoy the pics of my babies. I love them so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-2515603362470063762?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/2515603362470063762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=2515603362470063762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/2515603362470063762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/2515603362470063762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2009/10/october-review.html' title='October Review'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/Sto24UFaGsI/AAAAAAAACzc/CD7vJrhenK0/s72-c/DSCN1092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-6576471811706636783</id><published>2009-09-27T13:28:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T13:54:53.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What Boys Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-32a16d0d931905fc" 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://v24.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D32a16d0d931905fc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331274908%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D573F55B3C76F7503C059220C6C57B8A11B1142D4.7AE74D05274921B58028E28B8344270D9C8E282%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D32a16d0d931905fc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-YZvifaGrl219St-uTqKJh7sf_8&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://v24.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D32a16d0d931905fc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331274908%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D573F55B3C76F7503C059220C6C57B8A11B1142D4.7AE74D05274921B58028E28B8344270D9C8E282%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D32a16d0d931905fc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D-YZvifaGrl219St-uTqKJh7sf_8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Boys cheering on football.  They were shouting, "Go Pack GO!"  The Eagles and Chiefs were actually the ones playing.  Who cares though, just another excuse to jump up and down yelling like crazy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have I mentioned lately that the Iowa Hawkeyes are awesome?  No?  Well they are.  Have a good week!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-6576471811706636783?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/6576471811706636783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=6576471811706636783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/6576471811706636783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/6576471811706636783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-boys-do.html' title='What Boys Do'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-5320476408224791453</id><published>2009-09-13T21:04:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T21:21:47.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Cometh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Autumn actually starts in a week, but all signs are a go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/Sq2lSL4X6uI/AAAAAAAACzM/s5i6k1A2T6M/s1600-h/DSCN0885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381138861623077602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/Sq2lSL4X6uI/AAAAAAAACzM/s5i6k1A2T6M/s200/DSCN0885.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hawkeye football started with a bang! Oh, and all the other college teams also began the season, but they don't matter much to us. Haha. I suppose it would also mean NFL began, tonight, as the Bears and Packers play. Currently the better team is winning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/Sq2lQ55FzzI/AAAAAAAACy8/cddgvSjDAL4/s1600-h/DSCN0947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381138839614377778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/Sq2lQ55FzzI/AAAAAAAACy8/cddgvSjDAL4/s200/DSCN0947.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. School started. Was a bit of an adjustment, for Henry it's hard to stop in the middle of his day and go to afternoon school. For Claudia, her life rarely exists without her big brother, so she misses him while he's away. Otherwise, they do love it, and we're glad they have started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/Sq2lRv9H-6I/AAAAAAAACzE/NHPKkZUagik/s1600-h/DSCN0968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 143px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381138854126812066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/Sq2lRv9H-6I/AAAAAAAACzE/NHPKkZUagik/s200/DSCN0968.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Finally, it's apple pickin' time. We picked a couple pecks (hee hee, fun to write) today. The kids loved eating the apples (they each had, count them, FOUR apples today). So, we made apple crisp from scratch this evening. It was yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----Happy Fall!----&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-5320476408224791453?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/5320476408224791453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=5320476408224791453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/5320476408224791453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/5320476408224791453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2009/09/fall-cometh.html' title='Fall Cometh'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/Sq2lSL4X6uI/AAAAAAAACzM/s5i6k1A2T6M/s72-c/DSCN0885.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-4847266867520170135</id><published>2009-08-31T20:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T20:55:41.392-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Callie the Cat</title><content type='html'>Introducing the newest member of our family, Callie the Cat.  A short hair tabby mix, she might remind some people of another cat I once loved.  Callie is calm, easy-going, and only meows in the car on the way to the vet.  Something about her however reminds me of my Puppy cat who I loved (and only I loved).  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/Spx9iU1R7FI/AAAAAAAACxU/1mr95q0_LxM/s1600-h/DSCN0880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376310083834735698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/Spx9iU1R7FI/AAAAAAAACxU/1mr95q0_LxM/s320/DSCN0880.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We did not expect to adopt her, but on a whim during a rainy day we went to visit a pet store.  The new baby animals were all so cute, and on our way out we noticed an area for animals in desperate need of adoption.  One look at Callie and I decided the kids and I needed to have a visit with her.  We went back for two more days, and decided she was there for us.  She is between 1 and 2 years old, and her prior owners dropped her at the doorstep covered in mats and flees.  Look at her now, she is beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the summer we spent some time with a neighbors cats while they were away and Henry continued to talk about having a pet of our own.  We knew he was getting to be old enough to treat a pet with care, and he has shown himself thus far to really be good for her, and she for him.  He comforts her and tells her it will all be okay, and that she can sleep with his mommy.  He tells her he has left food for her in her bowl, and if she wants, he can show her his toys.  It's so sweet.  Claudia tells her hello frequently.  Callie is not quite comfortable yet for my two year old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it on the feline front, have a wonderful week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-4847266867520170135?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4847266867520170135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=4847266867520170135' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/4847266867520170135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/4847266867520170135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2009/08/callie-cat.html' title='Callie the Cat'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/Spx9iU1R7FI/AAAAAAAACxU/1mr95q0_LxM/s72-c/DSCN0880.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-8346003682191355318</id><published>2009-08-17T14:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T14:51:20.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2nd, QP!</title><content type='html'>This past weekend we celebrated our Q-P's 2nd birthday with most of her little friends.  It was her first official party with her buddies!  Below is a picture of her getting ready to go outside to play in the water.  We had a bunch of water activities, rice crispy treats that the kids decorated, and bikes to ride.  Perfectly simple, perfectly fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SomyqTJp09I/AAAAAAAACxM/Bcf-dv-DpNw/s1600-h/DSCN0781.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371020470381040594" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SomyqTJp09I/AAAAAAAACxM/Bcf-dv-DpNw/s320/DSCN0781.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here Claudia is blowing out her candle on her cake.  It was fun, and we thank everyone for being part of her big day.  For more pics, please click &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=132794&amp;amp;id=554806319&amp;amp;l=56f5406ac6"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HERE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/Somyp9QODjI/AAAAAAAACxE/svozgE5VEuo/s1600-h/DSCN0817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371020464503000626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/Somyp9QODjI/AAAAAAAACxE/svozgE5VEuo/s320/DSCN0817.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, we have a couple weeks until the kids start their preschool/pre-K programs at church.  I'm getting ready for them to get back into the grind a bit, and I know Henry is starting to get a bit bored and ready for some structure at school.  I'll still have them both every morning, and Claudia only goes one morning a week, but it will be nice to get re-activated!  LOL&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/683703771031398477-8346003682191355318?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/8346003682191355318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=8346003682191355318' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/8346003682191355318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/8346003682191355318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2009/08/happy-2nd-qp.html' title='Happy 2nd, QP!'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SomyqTJp09I/AAAAAAAACxM/Bcf-dv-DpNw/s72-c/DSCN0781.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-5730658696139909673</id><published>2009-08-10T08:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T08:41:10.968-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullet List Baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Okay, let's see here. Been nearly a month, so let's just bullet this! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Claudia can now count to 10.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Henry has entered this super cool era of doing more responsible things such as putting away his clean laundry and helping set the table. And for now, he loves it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We have had many visitors this summer, my mom, Aunt Brooke and Cousin Braxton to name a few. It's been such a fun summer.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Claudia has learned all her colors (well, several--chartreuse doesn't count), many shapes, and her sense of humor is growing wildly. She will do just about anything to get a laugh.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My mom is having hip replacement surgery in a couple weeks so I'll be going back to Iowa for a few days....alone. Very weird.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Claudia turns 2 in just a few days. They grow up waaaaaaay too fast. Can I stop them? Please?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We took the kids in to see Millennium Park and Buckingham Fountain last week. They fell in love with the city, just as Max and I once had. We're going back this coming Friday for Claudia's birthday. Going to LP Zoo and then watching the planes practice for the AW Show this weekend. Claudia will probably chase pigeons while Henry screams of excitement while watching the fighter jets. Good times.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Summer has been a blast with our friends and neighbors. We couldn't ask for more awesomely cool and kind people to surround us. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here is a video of Claudia dancing at North Aurora Days last week. Notice how dizzy she gets as she's saying, "I wanna dance, I wanna dance". 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When I taught, my favorite thing to do was just gather a gazillion things like tissue paper, glue, markers, water colors, beads, glitter, cut up straws, you name it, and put in the middle of the table.  The things the children would create were amazing.  It was not structured and allowed them to make something all on their own, using only their imagination.  Anyway, I digress.  I personally, am no artist.  In fact, I pretty much suck at drawing.  For example, my daughter asked me to draw a bunny on the driveway this morning, and they thought it was a horse eating a ice cream cone (rather than the carrot I attempted to draw).  Henry takes the chalk and says, "Let me try."  That pic is what he created (although it was hard to get a good shot of it b/c it didn't show up well on the dark asphalt).  Aside from the few things I've taught him to make (streets, a car, and a smiley face to be exact), he has never, ever, just sat down and drawn something.  I couldn't believe my eyes!  Now, we have friends whose children are really gifted in this area (*ahem: Annie*), so I'm certainly not bragging, but I was so proud of him!  It kills me to think things like art and music are what gets cut from school programs because I just think they are the very subjects that teach children how to think for themselves.  Anyway, hope you like the bunny.  It's a keeper!&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/683703771031398477-1197102146145062467?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1197102146145062467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=1197102146145062467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/1197102146145062467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/1197102146145062467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2009/07/art-n-stuff.html' title='Art &apos;n&apos; Stuff'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/Sl6Sv5HTtEI/AAAAAAAACuw/IvNgufkvRV8/s72-c/DSCN0512.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-4400398662165894431</id><published>2009-07-09T15:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T15:23:10.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Catholic School, Here I Come!</title><content type='html'>Just a few hours after my last post stating Henry hadn't gotten into Holy Cross  School, we received a call from the Principal.  He's in!  We are so very happy.  Every time I start to lose faith that things will work out, God intervenes.  Super cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-4400398662165894431?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4400398662165894431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=4400398662165894431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/4400398662165894431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/4400398662165894431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2009/07/catholic-school-here-i-come.html' title='Catholic School, Here I Come!'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-8239322730453201596</id><published>2009-07-08T19:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T20:08:08.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar Shock and Sparklers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SlU-7UZcY8I/AAAAAAAACpU/jSnrKSWFKCw/s1600-h/DSCN0445.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356256520635704258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SlU-7UZcY8I/AAAAAAAACpU/jSnrKSWFKCw/s320/DSCN0445.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, where to begin?  First, we discovered last week Claudia has a little bit of a sensitive tolerance for sugar, as she very quickly fell into a bout with hypoglycemia.  Thankfully, moms know best (not a pat on the back, just being grateful for the gut feelings we moms have), and while it sounded like she was just sleepy, I knew that wasn't the case, took her in and she was near coma level with her blood sugar.  We had done nothing different in her diet at all, but something was just a bit off.  After a few hours of IV one-on-one time and lots of bravery and apple juice, she was back to normal.  For a couple days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SlU-63yjKUI/AAAAAAAACpM/HK70bRQmono/s1600-h/DSCN0479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356256512956377410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SlU-63yjKUI/AAAAAAAACpM/HK70bRQmono/s320/DSCN0479.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left for IC for a few days with the kids.  Claudia is severely allergic to dogs, something my mom does have.  She is a meticulous cleaner, so usually Claudia's symptoms aren't &lt;em&gt;too &lt;/em&gt;bad.  This time, however, Claudia had an underlying virus (which may have been the reason for the hypoglycemic incident), so the allergies were bad, and then came the 104 fevers for 3 days.  Finally, we left and came back.  We got a little fun time in between with my family, I got to see some old friends, and we did take Henry to the fireworks in a tiny little town near my dad's house, where he was befriended by two fun 9-year old twin &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SlU-6eL_UfI/AAAAAAAACpE/kRBWTiWEago/s1600-h/DSCN0464.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356256506083758578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SlU-6eL_UfI/AAAAAAAACpE/kRBWTiWEago/s320/DSCN0464.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;boys who shared their soccer ball and sparklers.  I forgot my camera during our visit with my dad, however, so I have no pictures from that time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SlU-6eL_UfI/AAAAAAAACpE/kRBWTiWEago/s1600-h/DSCN0464.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claudia is better, we are home, and we just got a call that Henry is accepted into the Pre-K program at our church.  However, just last week we enrolled (and paid for) him at another program since he'd been on the waiting list for five months.  There's always Catholic Kindergarten! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope you all had a great weekend celebrating with all different kinds of people something so important, our freedom.  See you soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*** &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SlU-5yQI_NI/AAAAAAAACo8/PwUMNmB6cK0/s1600-h/DSCN0455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356256494290009298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SlU-5yQI_NI/AAAAAAAACo8/PwUMNmB6cK0/s320/DSCN0455.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SlU-5yQI_NI/AAAAAAAACo8/PwUMNmB6cK0/s1600-h/DSCN0455.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(See the picture of Henry looking at a very odd bug?  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SlU-5yQI_NI/AAAAAAAACo8/PwUMNmB6cK0/s1600-h/DSCN0455.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;If you can tell me what that bug is, I'll be quite grateful!)&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SlU-5yQI_NI/AAAAAAAACo8/PwUMNmB6cK0/s1600-h/DSCN0455.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SlU-5yQI_NI/AAAAAAAACo8/PwUMNmB6cK0/s1600-h/DSCN0455.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SlU-5yQI_NI/AAAAAAAACo8/PwUMNmB6cK0/s1600-h/DSCN0455.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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/683703771031398477-8239322730453201596?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/8239322730453201596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=8239322730453201596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/8239322730453201596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/8239322730453201596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2009/07/sugar-shock-and-sparklers.html' title='Sugar Shock and Sparklers'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SlU-7UZcY8I/AAAAAAAACpU/jSnrKSWFKCw/s72-c/DSCN0445.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-2521864788268896826</id><published>2009-06-24T20:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T20:49:09.129-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiding the Cheese</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I don't usually post so closely together, but I finally got a video with Claudia, being Claudia.  Henry is in Wisconsin, and it is strange to only have one of my children.  She misses her big brother and asks where he is a lot, but then she seems to be enjoying my undivided attention, which is nice for us both.  Anyway, here's Claudia playing Hide and Seek with her cheese stick.  Quality isn't so hot b/c it's my phone doing the recording, but you can hear her little giggle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b19d1a2ee0836b29" 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.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db19d1a2ee0836b29%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331274908%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5F9A2EAA83F8DB3FC86886EFE095E3986AD73070.4A1912F07D329B0EFA15F35B0C7F2F6823D4D547%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db19d1a2ee0836b29%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D46o2ck-40hW1ufYNoh5sZSbNBok&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.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db19d1a2ee0836b29%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331274908%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5F9A2EAA83F8DB3FC86886EFE095E3986AD73070.4A1912F07D329B0EFA15F35B0C7F2F6823D4D547%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db19d1a2ee0836b29%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D46o2ck-40hW1ufYNoh5sZSbNBok&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-2521864788268896826?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b19d1a2ee0836b29&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/2521864788268896826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=2521864788268896826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/2521864788268896826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/2521864788268896826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2009/06/hiding-cheese.html' title='Hiding the Cheese'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-1214931405029027978</id><published>2009-06-23T17:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T17:49:10.997-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SkFZ-2q4K8I/AAAAAAAACYA/imWEjQ9AQdQ/s1600-h/DSCN0341.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350656768654977986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SkFZ-2q4K8I/AAAAAAAACYA/imWEjQ9AQdQ/s200/DSCN0341.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's hot, and so my desire to do anything other than wade in water has left the building!  Nothing beats the heat than an last minute neighborhood water bonanza.  All the kids are pictured below enjoying Popsicles after running through sprinklers and swimming (yes, it's true) in the massive puddle on the ground.  They were muddy and sticky and wet.  I'd say a memorable summer day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fathers Day was good, we just laid low for the most part.  Henry designed a cake for Max, which I then made to the best of my ability!  He's a pretty gosh darn good dad and we're lucky to have him. &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SkFZ-S80kwI/AAAAAAAACX4/4KH9i1bz1b8/s1600-h/DSCN0352.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350656759066563330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SkFZ-S80kwI/AAAAAAAACX4/4KH9i1bz1b8/s200/DSCN0352.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things we achieved the last two weeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Claudia got her final two teeth before the 2 year molars.  Finally, a nearly full set!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Henry is still on the waiting list at church for pre-K, so we decided to just enroll him at the park district program.  I loved the director, and liked what I saw during a tour.  My expectations are that he simply begin preparing for entry into school.  That's the purpose of pre-K, and all the other stuff are things we can do from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Henry has his annual trip to his Wisconsin grandparents starting tomorrow, for four days.  Claudia will go in July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Next week I travel back to IC with the kids for a week.  Max will join us for the July 4th weekend, but otherwise the time away will offer him a chance to catch up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it!  We are enjoying the summer, our friends, and how much our family is truly growing together.  While it's definitely our biggest challenge right now on the one end, on the other side, the side that truly matters when all is said and done, I'd say we're hitting a high note.  Happy happy joy joy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SkFZ-S80kwI/AAAAAAAACX4/4KH9i1bz1b8/s1600-h/DSCN0352.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-1214931405029027978?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1214931405029027978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=1214931405029027978' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/1214931405029027978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/1214931405029027978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2009/06/heat.html' title='Heat'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SkFZ-2q4K8I/AAAAAAAACYA/imWEjQ9AQdQ/s72-c/DSCN0341.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-1534004835545603673</id><published>2009-06-10T22:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T22:52:59.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Low Down for the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SjB9sfeGKEI/AAAAAAAACW4/wjEpI9rd4X0/s1600-h/DSCN0300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345910961004226626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SjB9sfeGKEI/AAAAAAAACW4/wjEpI9rd4X0/s200/DSCN0300.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span xmlns=""&gt;Life happens fast! One day I hope to take this blog and have it made into a keepsake for the kids, my way of scrapbooking, I suppose. I'm not good at keeping up with books and pictures like I used to be, so for this week, here's what the kids are doing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Henry and Max went to Daddy and Me fishing last weekend. Henry caught &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SjB8cZpz_II/AAAAAAAACWo/rUxMPxMnJVU/s1600-h/DSCN0287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345909585053219970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SjB8cZpz_II/AAAAAAAACWo/rUxMPxMnJVU/s200/DSCN0287.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;his first fish! Max said he is a little young to do the casting, but that he loved holding the rod and helping reel in the fish. He talked about it a lot, so I know he loved going. He is really excited to go camping later this summer, but has no intention of eating a fish. Ha ha! Henry has been making some great friends in our neighborhood, which is a Godsend since we can't afford preschool. Plus, we are lucky to be surrounded by so many good people! Makes life much less complicated, as well as dinner, thanks to the weekly impromptu grill outs we've been having.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Claudia got another tooth, finally! I wish I could capture her little giggle and her voice on camera, but she clams up the second I aim the little box her way. She talks so well, it floors me. Her communication ability is right on par with where her big brother was at this age (not that I'm comparing, no worries!). She is saying big kid sent&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SjB8cIJS7-I/AAAAAAAACWg/58FjYp67ajk/s1600-h/DSCN0282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345909580353433570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SjB8cIJS7-I/AAAAAAAACWg/58FjYp67ajk/s200/DSCN0282.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ences like, "I want to go there, Mommy." Her favorite thing, of course, is to copy whatever Henry is doing. I love how much she adores her big bro, and watching them make one another laugh makes every day perfect. Her other interests include giving her mother a heart attack by running into the street every chance she gets, chasing strange dogs, and finally, toilets. Every time one of us hits the potty, she wants to come sit on her toilet and says, "I'm going potty too, Mommy. Look at me!" It hasn't actually happened yet, but it will! No rush. She still has two months before she's two! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SjB8cvxzJgI/AAAAAAAACWw/N0M6HHzmuvA/s1600-h/DSCN0289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345909590992299522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SjB8cvxzJgI/AAAAAAAACWw/N0M6HHzmuvA/s200/DSCN0289.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The firm is going okay. Max works a LOT. He is gone today and tomorrow, and works several nights a week until after midnight. He always comes home for dinner, and then goes bac&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SjB8b9x7w7I/AAAAAAAACWY/v5Jm5FmRDAQ/s1600-h/DSCN0267.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;k to work. Balancing time between work and family is kind of an oxymoron, but he's doing his best. He has a lot of business, and we look forward to the day when people start to actually pay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a great week!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-1534004835545603673?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1534004835545603673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=1534004835545603673' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/1534004835545603673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/1534004835545603673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2009/06/low-down-for-week.html' title='The Low Down for the Week'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SjB9sfeGKEI/AAAAAAAACW4/wjEpI9rd4X0/s72-c/DSCN0300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-2604668859734313610</id><published>2009-06-01T15:20:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T19:21:52.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Time!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SiQ7eaxKBWI/AAAAAAAACWI/AjYB4UdMLsY/s1600-h/DSCN0233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342460451735864674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SiQ7eaxKBWI/AAAAAAAACWI/AjYB4UdMLsY/s200/DSCN0233.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Henry had a GREAT time with his friends Saturday, celebrating. This year we opted to have a party elsewhere, as you know, because of a few reasons, but mostly because my kitchen has been overcome by baking pans, rolling pins, and decorating tips. My hobby has turned into quite the time buster! LOL It's great, and I learn more with each cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the party. The kids jumped, bounced, swung and hung. They ran, danced, sweat and fell. They had a blast. Then it was &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SiQ7eJ5dcEI/AAAAAAAACWA/wO4b_3Qndmo/s1600-h/DSCN0217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 133px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342460447207288898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SiQ7eJ5dcEI/AAAAAAAACWA/wO4b_3Qndmo/s200/DSCN0217.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cake time and presents. The cake I made was a baseball in the grass, and Henry seemed to love it. It's my favorite so far. It was the first year Henry also really got into opening gifts. He was so excited, and his car collection officially needs it's own garage. Everyone was very thoughtful, from best-selling children's books to great activities for outside, it was a perfect day with wonderful friends. Let's see if I can make all these pictures work in here! I'm finding Blogspot to be a challenge since my computer uploaded "new Vista Updates". Go figure. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Danny....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SiQ7d7ipPrI/AAAAAAAACV4/NwHdGDurPoU/s1600-h/DSCN0178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342460443353497266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SiQ7d7ipPrI/AAAAAAAACV4/NwHdGDurPoU/s200/DSCN0178.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin Waylon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SiQ6kNlBopI/AAAAAAAACVw/F8kqemOXIE8/s1600-h/DSCN0258.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342459451762909842" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SiQ6kNlBopI/AAAAAAAACVw/F8kqemOXIE8/s200/DSCN0258.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zander&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SiQ6jhRI_eI/AAAAAAAACVo/21Z2bE_2Cd0/s1600-h/DSCN0220.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342459439868345826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SiQ6jhRI_eI/AAAAAAAACVo/21Z2bE_2Cd0/s200/DSCN0220.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melanie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SiQ6jeyLA-I/AAAAAAAACVg/kYNj3w84hUQ/s1600-h/DSCN0191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 133px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342459439201584098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SiQ6jeyLA-I/AAAAAAAACVg/kYNj3w84hUQ/s200/DSCN0191.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SiQ6jBLuRWI/AAAAAAAACVY/Muk3t7WyXT4/s1600-h/DSCN0193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342459431255688546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SiQ6jBLuRWI/AAAAAAAACVY/Muk3t7WyXT4/s200/DSCN0193.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousin Braxton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SiQ6inCClLI/AAAAAAAACVQ/NViEOGuW6No/s1600-h/DSCN0243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342459424235754674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SiQ6inCClLI/AAAAAAAACVQ/NViEOGuW6No/s200/DSCN0243.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SiQ5ToPDJTI/AAAAAAAACVI/8y8kV2fMCXg/s1600-h/DSCN0222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 133px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342458067349087538" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SiQ5ToPDJTI/AAAAAAAACVI/8y8kV2fMCXg/s200/DSCN0222.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brayden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SiQ5TKusu2I/AAAAAAAACVA/BgLEupMGUG8/s1600-h/DSCN0211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342458059428772706" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SiQ5TKusu2I/AAAAAAAACVA/BgLEupMGUG8/s200/DSCN0211.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SiQ5S_dtYUI/AAAAAAAACU4/w1DzD2cU5E4/s1600-h/DSCN0247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342458056404721986" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SiQ5S_dtYUI/AAAAAAAACU4/w1DzD2cU5E4/s200/DSCN0247.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meghan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SiQ5SuSE_aI/AAAAAAAACUw/c2u3NeKHtUM/s1600-h/DSCN0256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342458051792534946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SiQ5SuSE_aI/AAAAAAAACUw/c2u3NeKHtUM/s200/DSCN0256.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SiQ5SAOXm0I/AAAAAAAACUo/XLTcNgHC6do/s1600-h/DSCN0250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342458039428946754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SiQ5SAOXm0I/AAAAAAAACUo/XLTcNgHC6do/s200/DSCN0250.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Thank you to all our friends and family who care about our kid. He's fabulous, and we owe so much to all the wonderful people in his life. :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&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/683703771031398477-2604668859734313610?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/2604668859734313610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=2604668859734313610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/2604668859734313610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/2604668859734313610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2009/06/party-time.html' title='Party Time!'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SiQ7eaxKBWI/AAAAAAAACWI/AjYB4UdMLsY/s72-c/DSCN0233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-6748512377298967255</id><published>2009-05-27T19:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T20:02:18.077-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Congratulations, Austin!  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We are so proud of you...Oh The Places You'll Go!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/Sh3iHTJH69I/AAAAAAAACTc/-aICuPfINMU/s1600-h/DSCN0107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340673348156779474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/Sh3iHTJH69I/AAAAAAAACTc/-aICuPfINMU/s320/DSCN0107.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And, the cake I made for his big day.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340673355812237826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/Sh3iHvqU8gI/AAAAAAAACTk/6oyoU35tcvY/s320/DSCN0110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-6748512377298967255?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/6748512377298967255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=6748512377298967255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/6748512377298967255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/6748512377298967255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2009/05/congratulations.html' title='Congratulations!'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/Sh3iHTJH69I/AAAAAAAACTc/-aICuPfINMU/s72-c/DSCN0107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-5287477603210986407</id><published>2009-05-22T14:59:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T15:14:34.188-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming Four</title><content type='html'>Henry turned 4 yesterday, which is pretty hard to believe. Since we're having a birthday party with friends next week, we kept the day simple (yeah, right). In the morning I took the kids to the Sci-tech Museum in Aurora, along with his best bud Brayden and family. Do you know Brayden? If you don't, I'm sure Henry will fill you in. These days he talks about all his friends to complete strangers. He has also invited his pediatrician and the check-out lady we like at Jewel to his party. Let's just say Henry has certainly come out of his "stranger danger" zone. Anyway, I digress. We went to the museum, along with 300 other children in the area. As usual, I chose a day very popular with school field trips. We came home, made bagel pizza, and then made a "fun cake" together. I'll make him a "real" cake for his actual party. Max came home, we opened gifts, then went to Chuck E. Cheese. Good times. Came home, his friend next out was out so the boys rode bikes for another 30 minutes, and finally at 8:30, Henry blew out the candles. See the pics below for more (should you want it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Henry's well-visit today, and apparently he is wheezing again, so he's back on his inhaler. There is other stuff, but overall he's doing well. He got shots, and didn't even consider crying. I wish he could teach that trick to his little sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're off to IC this weekend for my nephew's high school graduation. Super cool. Happy Memorial Day (well, you know what I mean. Enjoy the weekend).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/ShcFa0Fne5I/AAAAAAAACSQ/Z9NweR2G_Is/s1600-h/DSCN0056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338741841487952786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/ShcFa0Fne5I/AAAAAAAACSQ/Z9NweR2G_Is/s320/DSCN0056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The cake Henry made. I did not make this...he enjoyed doing it just for himself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/ShcFavdYKCI/AAAAAAAACSI/5AhRFhgParc/s1600-h/DSCN0051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338741840245434402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/ShcFavdYKCI/AAAAAAAACSI/5AhRFhgParc/s320/DSCN0051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gimme 5! Gimme 5 again! Gimme 5 AGAIN! GIMME 5 AGAIN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/ShcFaaEi0QI/AAAAAAAACSA/dINTktn-uSU/s1600-h/DSCN0041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338741834504130818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/ShcFaaEi0QI/AAAAAAAACSA/dINTktn-uSU/s320/DSCN0041.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just like this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/ShcFaI_gHpI/AAAAAAAACR4/Cf-6ZVuQ9Ow/s1600-h/DSCN0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338741829919579794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/ShcFaI_gHpI/AAAAAAAACR4/Cf-6ZVuQ9Ow/s320/DSCN0014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claudia and her funny faces. I love this pic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/ShcFZ-xFEMI/AAAAAAAACRw/57OxSvthOGU/s1600-h/DSCN0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338741827174731970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/ShcFZ-xFEMI/AAAAAAAACRw/57OxSvthOGU/s320/DSCN0009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Henry opening Claudia's gift--a couple of cars. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From his parents he received:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fishing pole!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tackle Box&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shel Silverstein's, "Where the Sidewalk Ends"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bolt, the movie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my little buddy.&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/683703771031398477-5287477603210986407?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/5287477603210986407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=5287477603210986407' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/5287477603210986407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/5287477603210986407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2009/05/becoming-four.html' title='Becoming Four'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/ShcFa0Fne5I/AAAAAAAACSQ/Z9NweR2G_Is/s72-c/DSCN0056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-2881993576305609204</id><published>2009-05-14T16:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T16:40:17.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Time</title><content type='html'>The last couple weeks have been great--warm weather, friends, and planning o&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335797185676289474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SgyPRSXDpcI/AAAAAAAACRg/dV0PtpES87o/s200/DSCF6969.JPG" border="0" /&gt;f summer. I'm finding it to be kind of challenging coordinating &lt;u&gt;a&lt;/u&gt; class for Henry (soccer, baseball, swimming, anything...) during a time of day that works for Claudia as well, since she is still a pretty significant napper. So, my final consensus is they don't need them. This will be the last summer Henry won't be thinking about school and all the stresses of "growing up", so instead we got a pass to a fun park nearby called Blackberry Farm, signed up for "Daddy and Me" fishing, and are basically going to enjoy the sun and all there is to offer in the area, for free. Whoo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Henry's birthday is coming and we're pretty psyched. In addition to removing his training wheels, something he is SO eager to do, we will be getting some fun items to help him enjoy the summer....we got him his first fishing pole and tackle box. His grandparents will be doing some other fun things to help with our first camping trip this summer, as well as sending him to a fun, 2-day camp. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Claudia is now basically following big brother everywhere. Saying everything he does. Even things like, "Mommy, I have diarrhea." Fun fun. My personal favorite is, "Mommy, watch this!" My curly Sue, what are we gonna do? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I baked my first doll cake last week for a friend's daughter's birthday. It was fun, and w&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SgyPRpwNmoI/AAAAAAAACRo/sGebLUpV_L0/s1600-h/DSCF6973.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335797191955815042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SgyPRpwNmoI/AAAAAAAACRo/sGebLUpV_L0/s200/DSCF6973.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hile it's a bit disproportional in the, um, upper area, another friend loved it and wants it for her daughter's birthday next week. I posted a picture of our newly four-year-old friend at her birthday.  So, next week we have Henry's cake for home, little Mel's mermaid cake, and my nephew's high school graduation cake. Speaking of, my 18 year old nephew (holy cow) is graduating over Memorial Day weekend and we are so excited to go back to celebrate. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great week!&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/683703771031398477-2881993576305609204?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/2881993576305609204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=2881993576305609204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/2881993576305609204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/2881993576305609204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2009/05/summer-time.html' title='Summer Time'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SgyPRSXDpcI/AAAAAAAACRg/dV0PtpES87o/s72-c/DSCF6969.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-1426490146974965051</id><published>2009-05-09T22:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T22:50:45.231-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day--a little prayer</title><content type='html'>This past week I received in the mail my monthly bill for some old loans.   In addition to the payoff information, they send a little newsletter each month.  This particular one contained a prayer that I thought was so simple, sweet and full of humor, I had to share it with whoever it is that reads this stinkin' blog!  ha ha!  So my mommy friends, here's to you!&lt;br /&gt; ----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moms....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord, it's such a hectic day&lt;br /&gt;With little time to stop and pray&lt;br /&gt;For life's been anything but calm&lt;br /&gt;Since You called on me to be a mom&lt;br /&gt;Running errands, matching socks&lt;br /&gt;Building dreams with building blocks&lt;br /&gt;Cooking, cleaning, and finding shoes&lt;br /&gt;And other stuff that children lose&lt;br /&gt;Fitting lids on bottled bugs&lt;br /&gt;Wiping tears and giving hugs&lt;br /&gt;A stack of last weeks mail to read&lt;br /&gt;So where's the quiet time I need?&lt;br /&gt;Yet when I steal a minute, Lord&lt;br /&gt;Just at the sink or ironing board&lt;br /&gt;To ask the blessings of Your grace&lt;br /&gt;I see then, in my small one's face&lt;br /&gt;That you have blessed me&lt;br /&gt;All the while&lt;br /&gt;And I stop to kiss&lt;br /&gt;That precious smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-1426490146974965051?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1426490146974965051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=1426490146974965051' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/1426490146974965051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/1426490146974965051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day-little-prayer.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day--a little prayer'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-5184508135963698794</id><published>2009-05-05T18:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T18:41:53.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Walkin, Yes Indeed</title><content type='html'>This past weekend was the 7-mile MS Walk I do every year in support of my brother as well as Max's brother. This year we had a team, MS Butt Kickers. It was fun to have a group of women to walk with, and I truly appreciate their efforts both walking, and raising money. All together we were able to exceed my goal of $1200. Fundraising was much more challenging this year than in the past, so it was really wonderful so many other friends were able to reach out to their families as well. Thank you to anyone and everyone who supported me, the team, and a cure.  It doesn't matter how much anyone gave monetarily, what mattered was the words of encouragement and the idea that people truly cared about this cause enough to speak up.  Here is a pic of our team!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SgDN1Dx9feI/AAAAAAAACPk/_vpEFuBSg_A/s1600-h/DSCF6912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332488270238285282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SgDN1Dx9feI/AAAAAAAACPk/_vpEFuBSg_A/s320/DSCF6912.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I finally mailed Henry's birthday invites, which have been burning a hole on the counter since mid-April!  We are having it at his gymnastics place this year, which will be loads of fun, and we will be happy to provide tired, ready-to-sleep children back to their parents when the party is over.  Ha ha!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-5184508135963698794?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/5184508135963698794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=5184508135963698794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/5184508135963698794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/5184508135963698794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2009/05/walkin-yes-indeed.html' title='Walkin, Yes Indeed'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SgDN1Dx9feI/AAAAAAAACPk/_vpEFuBSg_A/s72-c/DSCF6912.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-6017730249519426646</id><published>2009-04-27T15:14:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T15:24:46.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo Gabba Gabba Yo Gabba Gabba Yo!</title><content type='html'>We're doing our thing as usual.  Max's firm is still trucking along and we may soon see a light at the end of the tunnel, God willing!  :)  Henry being out of his old preschool is good.  He seems happier, but I think Claudia misses her one-on-one time.  I am fortunate to have had that time with both of them&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;   We're planning our summer, Henry's upcoming party which is booked and I'm already wishing we'd had it at home!  But, it will be fun, and, easy.  That was my goal!  Like I mentioned, I don't have the energy this year to have a home party...my classes for decorating start back up, training starts for running season (which I'm officially getting back into--hooray), lots of traveling, and I have several parties to bake for that week!  All good energy.  So, gymnastics, here we come! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a cute video (in my opinion) of Claudia singing the 'Yo Gabba Gabba' Good-bye song.  I love it because this is soooo her.  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If I haven't mentioned the music program at my Alma mater before, then here goes. It's amazing, and always has been. The directors of the orchestra and choir are Emmy winners, and before they had those, they were truly outstanding. Going back makes me nostalgic and wish my children could go to school there so they could have that experience. But I suppose they will have to create their own experiences! Ha ha. I'm excited to see what the schools here have to offer. Anyway, I posted a very brief video of my nephew, Austin, playing String Bass--he's 2nd chair. The video is very poor quality and doesn't come close to reflecting the talent of the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/Se3D7DautZI/AAAAAAAACPU/Tv6mI8ndzfw/s1600-h/DSCF6878.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327129353546282386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/Se3D7DautZI/AAAAAAAACPU/Tv6mI8ndzfw/s320/DSCF6878.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;[My handsome nephew getting some tie straightening advice from Max]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In addition to the concert we stayed with my dad out in the country on Friday, then my mom's on Saturday. On Sunday we got a chance to meet in the morn&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/Se3AdfWDRgI/AAAAAAAACOs/-AihTKBKDYM/s1600-h/DSCF6871.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ing with our friends the Norris-Schwartz family, and the Greves. Great to see them...I miss having Dave, Sam, Annie and Josie closer by, but they are doing great in Iowa now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We are starting to plan Henry's 4th birthday, and I'm out of energy (don't ask) to do it at home so we are doing one elsewhere. Yes, me the lover-of-all-things-kid is not having a home party! &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/Se3Ac3etEqI/AAAAAAAACOc/cTyYQiHEkHE/s1600-h/DSCF6890.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have a great week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/Se3D6zViYZI/AAAAAAAACPM/KifM_VVvHAE/s1600-h/DSCF6867.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327129349229535634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/Se3D6zViYZI/AAAAAAAACPM/KifM_VVvHAE/s320/DSCF6867.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Claudia on my dad's deck after kicking the soccer ball around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/Se3C_DYhvfI/AAAAAAAACO8/SHp4yATlJgA/s1600-h/DSCF6893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327128322744892914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/Se3C_DYhvfI/AAAAAAAACO8/SHp4yATlJgA/s320/DSCF6893.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Henry and his friend Madelyn back to their old buddy ways by the end of the visit.  It only took the first whole hour for Henry to warm up! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/Se3C-4ozXGI/AAAAAAAACO0/Et22chz1F8o/s1600-h/DSCF6890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327128319860366434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/Se3C-4ozXGI/AAAAAAAACO0/Et22chz1F8o/s320/DSCF6890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please get the camera away from the tire swing, lady!&lt;br /&gt;Annie, Josie and Henry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the show!  Keep in mind, this is my flimsy digital camera...it was much better in person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e4ee71fb945bb18d" 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://v23.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De4ee71fb945bb18d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331274908%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4C4429D65A405A0E121CBFBB334501044F6A1D31.1E8A6EFC163FB8CFB20BBDEE38C168A3BC8D5C3D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De4ee71fb945bb18d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DflA0ZjwQE2XIwx0wuViS2XjJtTg&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://v23.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De4ee71fb945bb18d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331274908%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4C4429D65A405A0E121CBFBB334501044F6A1D31.1E8A6EFC163FB8CFB20BBDEE38C168A3BC8D5C3D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De4ee71fb945bb18d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DflA0ZjwQE2XIwx0wuViS2XjJtTg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-819510257546015573?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e4ee71fb945bb18d&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/819510257546015573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=819510257546015573' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/819510257546015573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/819510257546015573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2009/04/music-family-friends.html' title='Music, Family, Friends'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/Se3D7DautZI/AAAAAAAACPU/Tv6mI8ndzfw/s72-c/DSCF6878.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-5191694691579591746</id><published>2009-04-14T17:59:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T18:15:00.539-05:00</updated><title type='text'>True Blue Hopperoo</title><content type='html'>Easter was good.  We stayed home, aside from Mass, and just hung out.  Typically we spend major holidays out of state, but this one we saw no car time.  As much as we love seeing family elsewhere, it's just really nice to be home.  And we are always 0pen to visitors!  Here are some pics from the last week.  Hope Easter was good for all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SeUW6xStx7I/AAAAAAAACL4/oO1ohcryx84/s1600-h/DSCF6791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324687333355538354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SeUW6xStx7I/AAAAAAAACL4/oO1ohcryx84/s200/DSCF6791.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Claudia during egg dying...she kept trying to drink the dye.  Ew, but cute blue mustache!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SeUW50XO8-I/AAAAAAAACLw/5UL3040lZ8Y/s1600-h/DSCF6859.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324687316999926754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SeUW50XO8-I/AAAAAAAACLw/5UL3040lZ8Y/s200/DSCF6859.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our new family tradition on Easter is not a beautiful ham, but homemade pizza.  Here is my absolute favorite pic of Claudia as she completes her masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SeUWhmwY4SI/AAAAAAAACLo/OoZj_A_AnE8/s1600-h/DSCF6857.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324686901030478114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SeUWhmwY4SI/AAAAAAAACLo/OoZj_A_AnE8/s200/DSCF6857.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Henry and Claudia...they kept sneaking bites of fresh cheese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SeUWhmcq3iI/AAAAAAAACLg/j8v0osbL4Q0/s1600-h/DSCF6812.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324686900947770914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SeUWhmcq3iI/AAAAAAAACLg/j8v0osbL4Q0/s200/DSCF6812.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids got new bikes.  It was one of the first "new" items they have gotten in a very, very long time.  Most of their things, unless gifts, are second hand. I have no problem with that--it's great for the environment, and great for their character to not expect "things", but it was really nice to have something new for them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SeUWhW1LeUI/AAAAAAAACLY/z19W1SoBJ3o/s1600-h/DSCF6803.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324686896755603778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SeUWhW1LeUI/AAAAAAAACLY/z19W1SoBJ3o/s200/DSCF6803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry just hopped right on and rode!  Atta boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SeUWhAyZOvI/AAAAAAAACLQ/2iaWySOuudQ/s1600-h/DSCF6847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324686890838342386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SeUWhAyZOvI/AAAAAAAACLQ/2iaWySOuudQ/s200/DSCF6847.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Easter best.  I love, love, love this picture.  It captures their spirit to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SeUWgw-1cJI/AAAAAAAACLI/3FdTBkRnDSo/s1600-h/DSCF6796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324686886595555474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SeUWgw-1cJI/AAAAAAAACLI/3FdTBkRnDSo/s200/DSCF6796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claudia and her friend Mel...this is the first time Claudia has gone near a dress, yet alone something princess-y.  Darn cute, I think!  My daughter takes after her mother....just waiting for her to be old enough for soccer!  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-5191694691579591746?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/5191694691579591746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=5191694691579591746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/5191694691579591746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/5191694691579591746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2009/04/true-blue-hopperoo.html' title='True Blue Hopperoo'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SeUW6xStx7I/AAAAAAAACL4/oO1ohcryx84/s72-c/DSCF6791.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-393815196989467213</id><published>2009-04-06T10:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T10:50:23.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who is God?</title><content type='html'>A few tidbits, pics and a story. Claudia is a talking machine. She is in the stage now where she goes to bed telling stories with her stuffed animals, copies everything anyone says, and just loves the sound of her own voice. When she says sentences it's like all one word, for example, "Wannastorymommy".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're talking a lot about Easter and what the meaning behind it is, rather than just the fuzzy little bunny who brings gifts. As we're visiting Max's grandmother yesterday, they had this exchange:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granzy: &lt;em&gt;Henry, what is so special about Easter?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry: &lt;em&gt;It's when Jesus goes to Heaven.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granzy: &lt;em&gt;Why does he go to Heaven?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry: &lt;em&gt;To become an angel and be with God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granzy: &lt;em&gt;Who is God?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry: &lt;em&gt;God is prayer and love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing back listening, Max and I just got a little verklempt after hearing this description.  Totally unexpected answer, but such a great moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;gulp&gt;&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/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SdoiLtdQCWI/AAAAAAAACLA/WkxcMRhTz9E/s1600-h/DSCF6732.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321603494267849058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SdoiLtdQCWI/AAAAAAAACLA/WkxcMRhTz9E/s200/DSCF6732.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our weekly playdate with Brayden and Layna....here are their silly faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SdoiLUijhxI/AAAAAAAACK4/dFSXb7AM6fY/s1600-h/DSCF6748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321603487579211538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SdoiLUijhxI/AAAAAAAACK4/dFSXb7AM6fY/s200/DSCF6748.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Up in Wisconsin....Papa found this in a dumpster and fixed the motor and steering wheel to have a fun toy for all the grandkids. I'd say it was a hit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SdoiLQlj_hI/AAAAAAAACKw/w-naK4jRZKE/s1600-h/DSCF6736.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321603486518083090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SdoiLQlj_hI/AAAAAAAACKw/w-naK4jRZKE/s200/DSCF6736.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Claudia getting down with shaving cream....our latest fun (and messy) activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SdoiK3EcA8I/AAAAAAAACKo/MWJTQuXyI-8/s1600-h/DSCF6715.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321603479668261826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SdoiK3EcA8I/AAAAAAAACKo/MWJTQuXyI-8/s200/DSCF6715.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Henry and Claudia on their first day of gymnastics. Henry is enjoying it so much more than he enjoyed his preschool class. He jumped right in and had a blast. No pun intended. Claudia kept trying to be with her big brother, so I got a work out chasing after her constant escape attempts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SdoiKGtCYGI/AAAAAAAACKg/rxlojJzIvX4/s1600-h/DSCF6637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321603466685210722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SdoiKGtCYGI/AAAAAAAACKg/rxlojJzIvX4/s200/DSCF6637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Henry at the science museum, trying to find the Island. Creepy Irish lady was hiding in the background (if you are not a Lost fan, you won't get that joke.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-393815196989467213?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/393815196989467213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=393815196989467213' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/393815196989467213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/393815196989467213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2009/04/who-is-god.html' title='Who is God?'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SdoiLtdQCWI/AAAAAAAACLA/WkxcMRhTz9E/s72-c/DSCF6732.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-8502516028959264993</id><published>2009-03-27T14:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T14:26:13.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kid's Got Jokes</title><content type='html'>As you know, my children are talkers.  Talked early, talked a lot.  It helps that Claudia has her big brother to teach her things....like how to wash her hands, how to put on her shoes, and how to say things like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Henry's last day of school yesterday, he was a bit edgy.  I was being a dork, as usual, trying to get all huggy and kissy (something he thinks is funny &lt;em&gt;most &lt;/em&gt;of the time).  He then says, "Go away, Mommy!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of the night, Claudia walked around singing, "Go away Mommy!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, she has no clue what it means, and being an incredibly smart woman that I am (har dee har har), I was able to easily divert this into a cheer that goes, "Go Mommy, Go Mommy, Go go go Mommy" and repeat with 'Daddy' or 'Henry'.  You get the picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the mouths of babes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-8502516028959264993?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/8502516028959264993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=8502516028959264993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/8502516028959264993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/8502516028959264993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2009/03/kids-got-jokes.html' title='Kid&apos;s Got Jokes'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-2367113136178999158</id><published>2009-03-19T19:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T19:45:14.855-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Room Full of Thanks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/ScLlhXusjAI/AAAAAAAACEQ/EqWc7rn5-e8/s1600-h/hand+me+downs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315062871718923266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/ScLlhXusjAI/AAAAAAAACEQ/EqWc7rn5-e8/s320/hand+me+downs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is just a small view of the room full of hand-me-downs we have gotten from several friends. When we had Henry, we had tons of clothes given to us by my old boss from the school, Kate. Then when Claudia was born it was girl-clothes mania! Yesterday my friend Michelle Wargo dropped off 4 32 G bags of clothes size 18m - 2T. This is what you see here, along with some other generous gifts from friends. It's madness, I tell you! So, from our neighbors the Shogers and the Klavinskis, to my friend Amy and the Wargo family, we just want to say THANK YOU so much! We are so very lucky, and Claudia is so very lucky. She is &lt;em&gt;very &lt;/em&gt;well-dressed, to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This does &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;include the two loads of laundry or the clothes in her dresser and closet, all of which were also handed down.  Whoo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-2367113136178999158?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/2367113136178999158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=2367113136178999158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/2367113136178999158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/2367113136178999158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2009/03/room-full-of-thanks.html' title='Room Full of Thanks!'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/ScLlhXusjAI/AAAAAAAACEQ/EqWc7rn5-e8/s72-c/hand+me+downs.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-332473382400691752</id><published>2009-03-17T13:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T13:22:58.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Green Birthday Daddy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-652e7a9e9f790a14" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D652e7a9e9f790a14%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331274908%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4253701606CBCCDC4920AC07148D0DFE8C6EF6C5.81C03D8AF04A2C68A24FFCB179637EF20F1467FB%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D652e7a9e9f790a14%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOwpXGroEUcppEcDy3rYKwAJf3co&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D652e7a9e9f790a14%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331274908%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4253701606CBCCDC4920AC07148D0DFE8C6EF6C5.81C03D8AF04A2C68A24FFCB179637EF20F1467FB%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D652e7a9e9f790a14%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOwpXGroEUcppEcDy3rYKwAJf3co&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Today is St. Patrick's Day, yes, but it's also Max's birthday.  Since he's out of town, the kids wanted to send a video instead.  We love you!  Happy 36th!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;In other news, Henry's last day at preschool is next Thursday.  We feel badly pulling him out b/c a lot of parents are needing to due to the economy, which means the family who owns the center is also feeling the crunch.  But, frankly, it's just too much money for something we don't' absolutely need.  I'm fun, I'm a teacher, I'm his mom, he'll be just fine.  :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Just for giggles, Claudia's new favorite words are: Edamame (yes, the soy bean variety), and Puddle.  She's learning about 3-4 words a day at this point, the little parrot.  Love it!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy St. Patrick's Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-332473382400691752?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=652e7a9e9f790a14&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/332473382400691752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=332473382400691752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/332473382400691752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/332473382400691752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-green-birthday-daddy.html' title='Happy Green Birthday Daddy!'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-6375980061959517381</id><published>2009-03-09T22:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T22:34:44.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hero</title><content type='html'>While having fun with Play Dough this afternoon, the following occurs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two kids and I were sitting at the table as Claudia in her booster began singing to us, "ABCD la la la, ABCD Doggidy!"  Suddenly, I begin to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry quickly asks, "Mommy, are you going to throw up?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hand over mouth, I get up. "Yes!"  As I ran to the bathroom, I asked Henry to bring me the phone to see when Max will be arriving as Claudia is still locked in her chair bouncing around like a crazy lady and I know I will be incapacitated for some time.  I dial the phone and hand it to Henry, who might I remind you, is three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max answers the phone on the other end, "What's up, Babe?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry says, "Hi Daddy, Mommy is barfing.  A lot.  Are you coming home?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max replies, "Yes, are you okay???  I'm on my way home now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry answers, "I'm good, Daddy!  Are you watching all the cars that are driving next to you?  What kind are they?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry proceeds to ask about cars, I proceed to hang my head, and Claudia continues to sing.  Just another day in the Life of Suburbia.  Henry was my little hero tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-6375980061959517381?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/6375980061959517381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=6375980061959517381' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/6375980061959517381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/6375980061959517381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-hero.html' title='My Hero'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-7165507660353454922</id><published>2009-02-24T20:44:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T21:06:31.748-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>It's been a long couple of weeks, so here are just a few updates that are important to us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry was put on the waiting list for Holy Cross school's pre-k program.  I didn't learn of it (or rather, look into it) until the day before the registration ended, so even though we are members and work in the ministries, there is only so much room.  We're keeping our fingers crossed b/c we really like the program and are looking for him to receive a bit more structure, academics and faith building.  Obviously we do a lot at home, but this is a part-day program, 3 mornings a week.  Did I mention it costs $300 &lt;em&gt;less&lt;/em&gt; than where he goes now?  Claudia did get into their tot program, and will start gymnastics soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Claudia, she is on her 5th ear infection so we're probably looking at tubes.  But the other thing we're looking at is eye surgery for her tear ducts.  We have an appointment next month with a pediatric ophthalmologist to decide how proactive we have to be.  It's a fairly common procedure, but the older the toddler gets, the lower the rate for the desired outcome.  We'll keep you posted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of you have written or called about events that occured last weekend in Iowa City.  Thank you for your notes and kind words, things are fine, and I do believe that there is always a light at the end of the tunnel, you just don't always see it until you get there.  I think that light is on it's way for the loved ones involved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much else to say right now...life is just moving forward!  Have a great week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-7165507660353454922?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7165507660353454922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=7165507660353454922' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/7165507660353454922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/7165507660353454922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2009/02/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-2245876061848754189</id><published>2009-02-14T07:56:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T08:08:59.111-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar, Ba ba ba ba ba ba, Ahhhh Honey Honey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;First, one of my favorite pictures of Max and I from about four years ago. Happy sugar day! Because we are pretty short on funds, this year I just wrote Max a little diddy to the tune of Tone Loc's 'Funky Cold Medina', and placed it on my other blog. Love ya, Babe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SZbOazun4yI/AAAAAAAACDQ/-3cve0afCD8/s1600-h/DSCF0256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302652571233018658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SZbOazun4yI/AAAAAAAACDQ/-3cve0afCD8/s200/DSCF0256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Second, here are the cookies I made for a friend's daughter's class this week. They are "sweetheart cookies" that I kind of just made up. It was fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SZbOakbxQzI/AAAAAAAACDI/uFy7M8DQvVo/s1600-h/valentine+sweetheart+cookies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302652567127409458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SZbOakbxQzI/AAAAAAAACDI/uFy7M8DQvVo/s200/valentine+sweetheart+cookies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally, my little dude officially is a dry-at-night-er. Hooray! Amen! Hallelujah! He'd been off and on at night before, but this week it became official, so I spent a whopping 10 minutes decorating this little &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;number &lt;/span&gt;below. I love it! And I am so proud of my little dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SZbOaY9cC0I/AAAAAAAACDA/VpG5i-ZhR2I/s1600-h/Henrys+dry+celebration.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302652564047399746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SZbOaY9cC0I/AAAAAAAACDA/VpG5i-ZhR2I/s200/Henrys+dry+celebration.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-2245876061848754189?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/2245876061848754189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=2245876061848754189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/2245876061848754189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/2245876061848754189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2009/02/sugar-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ahhhh-honey.html' title='Sugar, Ba ba ba ba ba ba, Ahhhh Honey Honey'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SZbOazun4yI/AAAAAAAACDQ/-3cve0afCD8/s72-c/DSCF0256.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-5377925788946667305</id><published>2009-02-11T22:56:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T23:13:39.518-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Flu Busters</title><content type='html'>This is Henry all last week, sick on the couch with the flu. It last 5 days, with a few bo&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301770806857696530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SZOsdXdKBRI/AAAAAAAACCo/PNfRUvulPSg/s200/sick+guy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;uts of energy which we took advantage of by taking walks. Otherwise, he was pretty much miserable and begged to have some milk! Thankfully he's finally better and returning to school tomorrow. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SZOsd673DLI/AAAAAAAACC4/hVsgeHte7Ac/s1600-h/DSCF6502.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of school, Henry is enjoying being in his new class with children who are a little older. My first indication that we would like it in there was his teacher requesting materials from home, as well as doing cooking projects with the kids. Hooray! She is a teacher after my own heart. We are now starting to struggle with the whole idea of pre-kindergarten and what type of school he will go to. Where I'm from, most people went to public school because it was an outstanding program. Here, it's very complicated, and there are a lot of strong opinions about what is best. We just have to sit and seriously think about what we feel is right for our family. To be determined! :) &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SZOsd673DLI/AAAAAAAACC4/hVsgeHte7Ac/s1600-h/DSCF6502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301770816381717682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SZOsd673DLI/AAAAAAAACC4/hVsgeHte7Ac/s200/DSCF6502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Claudia is going crazy talking. She now says her manner words (Please, Thank you) as a habit. She is learning to count a little, which is also fun. Her funniest thing right now, however, is that she likes to say "No" while shaking her head...to anything we, her parents, ask her. If we ask her if she likes dogs, she will shake and say no. If her dear brother asks, she will jump up and down excitedly screaming, "DOGGIDY!!!" There you have it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you really want to know the way to Claudia's heart, do the, "Itsty Bitsy Spider" with her. She'll grab your hand forever. &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SZOsd673DLI/AAAAAAAACC4/hVsgeHte7Ac/s1600-h/DSCF6502.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just a quick thanks to my neighbor Jenny for helping with Claudia when Henry was so sick. It's wonderful having you nearby, and I love that my kids will take your hand so freely, just as Mel will take mine. Very special indeed! &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/683703771031398477-5377925788946667305?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/5377925788946667305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=5377925788946667305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/5377925788946667305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/5377925788946667305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2009/02/flu-busters.html' title='Flu Busters'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SZOsdXdKBRI/AAAAAAAACCo/PNfRUvulPSg/s72-c/sick+guy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-2836830859620442421</id><published>2009-02-01T16:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T16:59:23.278-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Bowl Salsa</title><content type='html'>Just a fun video of the kids making Salsa with their Daddy.  I'm cheering for the Cards for no other reason than Kurt Warner's connection to Iowa, as well as his personal story which is pretty darn sweet as well as kind and courageous.  I'm not really a bandwagon person--got my teams I like (Chargers, Packers, Bears), so this was my way of making the game more fun!  Anyway, here is a video!  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She may be our last, and with each milestone I'm happy, but also not ready! However, her locks were out of control, so we went to our favorite "first haircut" place, Cookie Cutters. She did pretty well--only screaming when I had to hold her head still. She got a little flower barrette, which she took out repeatedly. She is not really a "girly-girl", hence the necessity of bangs. Can't keep her hair back. Mostly, Claudia was excited to go down the big slide and play. The rest was no big deal for her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SX-BZfVFikI/AAAAAAAACB8/Gg43uyq1edw/s1600-h/DSCF6479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296093961717647938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SX-BZfVFikI/AAAAAAAACB8/Gg43uyq1edw/s200/DSCF6479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Henry starts in the next classroom next week. We thought he would be excited, but he has gotten comfortable where he is so he has been a bit anxious. He loves his teachers, but his new teacher is great too, and happens to be close friends with a neighbor of ours who has a little boy the same age, so it's all good. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296093973574259794" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SX-BaLf7FFI/AAAAAAAACCE/nLE55mK9mwQ/s200/DSCF6362.JPG" border="0" /&gt;If you know me at all, you know I love to bake. To bake, one must have an oven. Well, ours bit the dust last week, officially. Our refrigerator left this world last fall, so now we have matching appliances in the kitchen! It wasn't a purchase we were ready to make, but it all worked out and my new oven is being put to the test as I type. Hooray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great rest of the week!&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/683703771031398477-9115123600232642397?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/9115123600232642397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=9115123600232642397' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/9115123600232642397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/9115123600232642397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2009/01/cut-above.html' title='A Cut Above'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SX-BY05L81I/AAAAAAAACB0/1gdufdWvnQ0/s72-c/DSCF6474.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-2061761110758400709</id><published>2009-01-19T14:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T15:00:42.579-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Times</title><content type='html'>Saturday was what I consider to be a perfect day.  We celebrated my 35th by going to a great place called Airtastic--one of those places with all the moonwalks, or whatever they are called.  I've taken the kids by myself, and Max has taken Henry to birthday parties there by himself, but this time we all got to go, and we discovered that Claudia needs to begin gymnastics immediately!  She has no fear whatsoever...other parents kept commenting on how she could climb up these ladders all on her own, right next to kids twice her size.  She is athletic, which I suspected, but now all signs point to Yes!  Henry had a blast too, getting to run and jump.  He is becoming the big brother more every day.  He does a great job helping his little sister, walking with her and holding her hand, and taking care of her needs when I slip into the other room to do this or that.  He's my sweet boy, with a lot of energy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day I spent getting a pedicure (my birthday treat) while Max and Henry baked me a cake.  That evening some friends had a martini party, which was also a lot of fun.  It was a great day full of good laughs.  Although I'm still laughing at Sticky Buns, which is you haven't read, is the post directly below.  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We're standing in the bathroom, he's just finished going potty, and is standing there holding his butt cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look Mommy! Look what I can do! I can make one side of my butt stick to the other!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is what I call sticky buns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I encourage you to read my other blog today.  A good friend of mine has asked her friends to help get her message out--a message of real love.  The link is on the right of the screen, or, just click &lt;a href="http://pieceofhumblepie.blogspot.com/2009/01/his-love-their-journey-guest-blog-entry.html"&gt;HERE.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Friday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-5725884031513141226?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/5725884031513141226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=5725884031513141226' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/5725884031513141226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/5725884031513141226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2009/01/sticky-buns.html' title='Sticky Buns'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-8613814482665559306</id><published>2009-01-13T19:59:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:16:56.669-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Not much to tell...Claudia is still sick, her medicine didn't work, in fact her doctor said her infection is worse than it was two weeks ago, so she's trying some new meds and got her very own inhaler, so now she gets to be like her brother.  Lucky her!  Henry is doing fine...we found out today he will be moving to the 4-year old room with a couple of other children, in February.  This is great news, because as his teacher tells us, her curriculum is just not for the big kids, so he is bored.  I'm excited for him!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here are two videos...one of the kids playing now, and one from a year ago.  I can't believe how different they look!  I haven't posted two videos before, so not sure how it will look on here.  If you have any advice, please share!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a great rest of your week!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. I completely forgot to publicly congratulate my dear friends Kelley and Pat--we can't wait to meet Emily's little brother or sister this summer!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d92ecbcb25df481a" 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" 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height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-1376632435167496667</id><published>2009-01-04T16:20:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T16:48:51.877-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring on the New Year...hack hack</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year! Well, since most of us "talk" to on FB, this will just seem redundant. In any case, we brought the new year in with sicky kids. I give you exhibit A and B:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SWE2x6r1OrI/AAAAAAAAB-M/rvmcR80ccqY/s1600-h/DSCF6361.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287567668704262834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SWE2x6r1OrI/AAAAAAAAB-M/rvmcR80ccqY/s320/DSCF6361.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SWE2xirFmEI/AAAAAAAAB-E/A9aLbc9xgOw/s1600-h/DSCF6359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287567662258690114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SWE2xirFmEI/AAAAAAAAB-E/A9aLbc9xgOw/s320/DSCF6359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize it's a bit morbid to take pictures of the kids when they are sick, but to me, they are still cute, fever and all. This was how they looked these past few days. It's been a long three weeks with all of us getting stuff...this week Claudia got pink eye too, making it 3/4 in our house. Then she got the ear infections followed by 5 days of fever. It hasn't broken yet. Yesterday when it reached 103.4, I called the doctor and they had us go in to Delnor. Basically, she's just in major pain, as if that is no big deal. It is, and she hurts. So, she's on a constant course of pain medication right now. Henry, on the other hand, hasn't been able to heal from his cold, and was put back on his neb with the &lt;a href="http://www.askapatient.com/viewrating.asp?drug=20441&amp;amp;name=PULMICORT"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pulmicort&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. If you don't know about this drug, it's a steroid. If you think about the term, 'Roid Rage', that is what this medicine can do, aside from kicking his system into high gear and cleaning out the gunky lungs. After some research, I discovered we weren't alone. I read stories of children turning violent when on this medication. Henry has been impulsive, aggressive, and incredibly moody, and it's not his fault. I posted a link to other testimonies above. However, if you've ever had to use steroids to treat a medical condition, you know often it is the only way. So, we are praying he gets better fast because he's not a very happy boy on this medicine. Sorry to be Debbie Downer! &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;On the perspective side of the fence, we are just incredibly thankful for my ability to be home with the kids. Without any family here, staying home has made our lives much easier. We are also grateful to know we do have several friends who we know would help in a heartbeat, as well as a new-found, flexible, babysitter--another blessing discovered at Henry's new preschool. &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;In other news, Iowa is thus far the only Big 10 team to win a bowl game this year, which was great for Iowa, but we want more of them to win. So as much as it pains me, we are cheering for OSU tomorrow night as they are the Big 10's last chance at looking respectable! GO buckeyes. &lt;ahem&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;Have a great week!&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/683703771031398477-1376632435167496667?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1376632435167496667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=1376632435167496667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/1376632435167496667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/1376632435167496667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2009/01/bring-in-new-yearhack-hack.html' title='Bring on the New Year...hack hack'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SWE2x6r1OrI/AAAAAAAAB-M/rvmcR80ccqY/s72-c/DSCF6361.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-6861583239751221757</id><published>2008-12-30T13:38:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T15:13:41.206-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Holidays are Here Again</title><content type='html'>We enjoyed Christmas, despite the many ailments flying around our home! We sang Happy Birthday to Jesus, ate pancakes, opened gifts, then packed up and drove to Iowa City. Celebrated with one side of my family, then drove to West Chester to celebrate with the other. The kids had fun. Claudia ended up a mess from her dog allergy, and Henry spiked high fevers and bad coughs. Then Max got pink eye, then Claudia, now we have ear infections, pink eye, and Henry is back on the Pulmacort (nebulizer steroids) for the first time in years. But, we had a good, healthy run, and now we're having a not-so-healthy run. If I may, "You take the good, you take the bad, you take them both, and then you have...." So, our New Years plans are cancelled and we'll be sipping chicken soup instead of champagne. But that's okay, it will be nice to be together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pics from our trip in no certain order...Merry Christmas, and Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SVqN5CrCqYI/AAAAAAAAB90/-u6XOjrX738/s1600-h/DSCF6293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285693123782158722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SVqN5CrCqYI/AAAAAAAAB90/-u6XOjrX738/s320/DSCF6293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Claudia and the Chocolate Face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SVqN4_WNUzI/AAAAAAAAB9s/intGvgVI8xo/s1600-h/DSCF6323.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285693122889470770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SVqN4_WNUzI/AAAAAAAAB9s/intGvgVI8xo/s320/DSCF6323.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids with Uncle Dave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SVqN4W6vk4I/AAAAAAAAB9k/YKvYaDuG9Ok/s1600-h/DSCF6331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285693112036856706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SVqN4W6vk4I/AAAAAAAAB9k/YKvYaDuG9Ok/s320/DSCF6331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Aunt Wendy trying to crack a smile out of Claudia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SVqN4FqyLtI/AAAAAAAAB9c/OYCRqN-hVhs/s1600-h/DSCF6321.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285693107406515922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SVqN4FqyLtI/AAAAAAAAB9c/OYCRqN-hVhs/s320/DSCF6321.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Austin checking out a gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SVqNFjoz8cI/AAAAAAAAB9U/B2tLYlOAYxE/s1600-h/DSCF6312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285692239277978050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SVqNFjoz8cI/AAAAAAAAB9U/B2tLYlOAYxE/s320/DSCF6312.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Claudia watching on as Gram opens her Hawkeye gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SVqNFEKCf_I/AAAAAAAAB9M/Jnx85X6GuZY/s1600-h/DSCF6288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285692230827409394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SVqNFEKCf_I/AAAAAAAAB9M/Jnx85X6GuZY/s320/DSCF6288.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hot Wheels tracks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SVqNE0_iT9I/AAAAAAAAB9E/fkPKPaIdV6M/s1600-h/DSCF6252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285692226756825042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SVqNE0_iT9I/AAAAAAAAB9E/fkPKPaIdV6M/s320/DSCF6252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just a sweet moment on Christmas Eve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SVqNE8TGUiI/AAAAAAAAB88/SK8v--xdmr8/s1600-h/DSCF6247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285692228717924898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SVqNE8TGUiI/AAAAAAAAB88/SK8v--xdmr8/s320/DSCF6247.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shake, rattle and roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SVqNEnWF0-I/AAAAAAAAB80/GIYq5fCWPS4/s1600-h/DSCF6255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285692223093330914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SVqNEnWF0-I/AAAAAAAAB80/GIYq5fCWPS4/s320/DSCF6255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Henry wondering why Santa ate only HALF of his cookie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-6861583239751221757?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/6861583239751221757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=6861583239751221757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/6861583239751221757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/6861583239751221757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2008/12/holidays-are-here-again.html' title='The Holidays are Here Again'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SVqN5CrCqYI/AAAAAAAAB90/-u6XOjrX738/s72-c/DSCF6293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-696836064636863082</id><published>2008-12-21T20:18:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T20:39:22.704-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Right Here in Leper City</title><content type='html'>I'd like to say our weekend was free of drama, but not the case! I ended up with not only the flu and laryngitis, but pink eye. Yep, adults get it, too. So, I have been hiding in the bedroom all day, disinfecting at nap time when the kids are in their rooms, and then back again. We are going to great lengths to keep the kids from getting it, too, or we will have a pretty hard time traveling this year! So, we're keeping it real right here in Leper City...aka. my bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did manage a little outdoor time yesterday as well as a little Claudia performance time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Hanakkuh tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SU76lZEAwTI/AAAAAAAAB1c/28Nvhqpt1m8/s1600-h/DSCF6210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282434933241987378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SU76lZEAwTI/AAAAAAAAB1c/28Nvhqpt1m8/s320/DSCF6210.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Henry climbing the heaping mound, which after today is about 6 feet taller.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SU76lOmdzaI/AAAAAAAAB1U/YNx4IB67WBM/s1600-h/DSCF6204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282434930433707426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SU76lOmdzaI/AAAAAAAAB1U/YNx4IB67WBM/s320/DSCF6204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gearing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SU76krrU5SI/AAAAAAAAB1M/OUoADRdKfo8/s1600-h/DSCF6193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282434921058854178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SU76krrU5SI/AAAAAAAAB1M/OUoADRdKfo8/s320/DSCF6193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gift baskets are ready for delivery! Only now Max has to finish the job since &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm a disgusting leper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a video of Claudia from Friday. I accidentally cut off the camera at the very end just as she opens her mouth to say, "Wuv oo". Well, that's okay. I've got in marked in my heart. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-59d5a122284da5a" 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://v24.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D059d5a122284da5a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331274908%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2EACCD1729D76BA63B993F13019A76507143D02.43A139AEE40C2C1908FCC116333A3DC7A605FB12%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D59d5a122284da5a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dux5xc_HKH6iT9rzOJap2wsTsaTI&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://v24.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D059d5a122284da5a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331274908%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2EACCD1729D76BA63B993F13019A76507143D02.43A139AEE40C2C1908FCC116333A3DC7A605FB12%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D59d5a122284da5a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dux5xc_HKH6iT9rzOJap2wsTsaTI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-696836064636863082?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=59d5a122284da5a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/696836064636863082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=696836064636863082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/696836064636863082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/696836064636863082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2008/12/right-here-in-leper-city.html' title='Right Here in Leper City'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SU76lZEAwTI/AAAAAAAAB1c/28Nvhqpt1m8/s72-c/DSCF6210.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-6261874060762477048</id><published>2008-12-18T17:54:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T18:16:52.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary Santa, Pretty Trees</title><content type='html'>The snow came, and so did Santa.  We went to our usual Santa spot in Geneva during&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SUrjkpvIBMI/AAAAAAAAB08/csUptTNtgDE/s1600-h/DSCF6177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281283731863635138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SUrjkpvIBMI/AAAAAAAAB08/csUptTNtgDE/s200/DSCF6177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the most recent snow "storm".  I've always had visions of the kids sitting on his lap, giving cute hugs, like you hear from everyone else and see on TV, but no.  My children were not Santa fans--at least in real life.  Claudia ran, terrified, crying.  If you know her, you know she really doesn't cry, so clearly she was not thrilled with the situation!  Henry wasn't afraid, but Santa made the mistake of pointing out the candy canes prior to Henry speaking, so Henry was like a drug addict ready for his fix.  He could &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;stop looking at the candy, just sitting there.  I mean seriously, he couldn't focus on anything else.  It was...interesting.  Henry got a lecture from Santa about patience, which is great because he clearly needs to learn about such a form of control at the ripe age of 3, but Santa's words fell on deaf ears.  So, off to to see the beautiful, big tree in front of the Kane Cty Courthouse.  It's awesome--every year this huge, amazing tree makes you feel like you are jumping into Chris Van Allsburg tale.   &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SUrjkLo47RI/AAAAAAAAB00/1hysM7pSi1M/s1600-h/No--scary+Santa!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281283723784416530" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SUrjkLo47RI/AAAAAAAAB00/1hysM7pSi1M/s200/No--scary+Santa!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The day after visiting Santa, we made plans with our neighbors to go to an indoor playground we frequent during winter.  As we boarded the car, we noticed a snowplow was broken down in our driveway.  Scratch that plan.  The driver didn't want me to help because he was nervous about jumping his truck from mine, so, we cancelled plans and suited up.  THIRTY minutes after starting to get into snow pants galore, we go outside.  Claudia cries, she's not hip to the cold snow.  Henry wasn't keen on the bright sun.  Two minutes later, we're de-robing and bringing buckets of snow inside.  We ma &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SUrjlBGpdSI/AAAAAAAAB1E/dRLeXga3_Rw/s1600-h/snow+castles--indoor+snow+fun.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281283738136311074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SUrjlBGpdSI/AAAAAAAAB1E/dRLeXga3_Rw/s200/snow+castles--indoor+snow+fun.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;de snow castles at the table on cookie sheets.  Nothing like a little creative problem solving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SUrjlBGpdSI/AAAAAAAAB1E/dRLeXga3_Rw/s1600-h/snow+castles--indoor+snow+fun.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the long cold day, I finished baking all my goodies for the season--or so I thought.  My kitchen looked a mess of chocolate and dried fruit (there were NO strawberries anywhere  within 5 miles of us--no joke.  I looked).  And today, I am sick.  Sicky sick sick.  Gross, icky sick.  So, we head into a nice, relaxing weekend of no travel, and hopefully will have no news for a few days.  Here's to quiet.&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/683703771031398477-6261874060762477048?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/6261874060762477048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=6261874060762477048' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/6261874060762477048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/6261874060762477048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2008/12/scary-santa-pretty-trees.html' title='Scary Santa, Pretty Trees'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SUrjkpvIBMI/AAAAAAAAB08/csUptTNtgDE/s72-c/DSCF6177.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-6777273277570937891</id><published>2008-12-15T14:30:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T15:12:40.888-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bunnies and Bananas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SUbG8pywnbI/AAAAAAAAB0s/WnhbVIyzXks/s1600-h/DSCF6149.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280126358451690930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SUbG8pywnbI/AAAAAAAAB0s/WnhbVIyzXks/s200/DSCF6149.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So many congratulations are in order this week!&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;First, to Emma and Allan on their THIRD baby boy in three years. Jonathan is precious and we can't wait to meet him!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second, Michelle and Kris on finding out they are having their first baby boy. They are pretty great, and we wish you a healthy rest of your pregnancy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Third, my brother Dave for not only being interviewed on this project (Marshall County Drug Endangered Children Program), but for all the work he continues to do to protect children. For those of you who don't know, my brother works on a grant to prosecute meth-amphet&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SUbFRq85ncI/AAAAAAAAB0U/4mxm28XrhOM/s1600-h/DSCF6155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280124520516656578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SUbFRq85ncI/AAAAAAAAB0U/4mxm28XrhOM/s200/DSCF6155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;amine users/abusers/makers. In addition, he is responsible for creating one of the country's first drug courts, which does not use any tax money or government funding, just the community involvement/volunteerism.  It has been amazingly successful. Check out the article &lt;a href="http://www.timesrepublican.com/page/content.detail/id/512849.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I'm so proud of him for making a real difference in the world of these children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are probably more things, but this is what I can remember right now! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We spent a quick 26 hours in Wisconsin celebrating Braxton's 2nd birthday. I have a pic of the cake posted, but couldn't find my camera in time to get a picture of Br&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SUbGez1OczI/AAAAAAAAB0k/Sdc-pir-orM/s1600-h/DSCF6158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280125845750313778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SUbGez1OczI/AAAAAAAAB0k/Sdc-pir-orM/s200/DSCF6158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;axton enjoying himself. We had fun, the kids were crazy, and then we spent the night with Auntie Quinn and Uncle Mike at their new home in Kenosha. The kids loved getting to feed the bunnies, and we enjoyed spending quality time with Max's sis and new husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I have to admit all the baby talk we've been hearing is making me itch pretty bad for another baby! So typical Becky is now planning on what we'll do after this next child comes, who hasn't even been conceived. Counting chickens before hatched, if I do say so myself! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-6777273277570937891?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/6777273277570937891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=6777273277570937891' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/6777273277570937891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/6777273277570937891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2008/12/bunnies-and-bananas.html' title='Bunnies and Bananas'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SUbG8pywnbI/AAAAAAAAB0s/WnhbVIyzXks/s72-c/DSCF6149.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-575548125315881410</id><published>2008-12-11T11:20:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:56:58.615-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Santa Called in Sick</title><content type='html'>As we get ready to go see Santa in Geneva, I sat down with Henry at breakfast and decided for the first time we could make a list for both himself and Claudia. Here is what he put on his list, in order:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. Eggs (yes, H is still allergic--he was just looking out for his mother's baking needs!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. Milk&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Dinaco McQueen big race car&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Little house&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Big princess doll (for Claudia)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. Horse (for Claudia)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I think it's hysterical he is asking Santa for a house and a horse. And food to fill it! Dream big! Incidentally, I was a bad Mommy and made plans to see Santa tonight at the exact time I have a haircut appointment with my favorite stylist, which has been scheduled for months. I debated, and since Santa is only available at the desired location from 5:30-7:30 on Tuesday and Thursday, Santa decided to call in sick. He'll be back on Tuesday. Bad Mommy indeed. I will receive a lump of coal this year.  Henry is easy, and highly forgiving!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SUF8twgkQCI/AAAAAAAABzo/ED1sC5aSlhE/s1600-h/DSCF6141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278637363812384802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SUF8twgkQCI/AAAAAAAABzo/ED1sC5aSlhE/s200/DSCF6141.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Claudia has gotten three teeth this week....ouch. She is obsessed with brushing them, and will cry, "Teeth! Teeth!" at the bathroom sink until we hand her the toothbrush. Like Mother like Daughter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Henry has been enjoying a lot of time in the 4-year old room at school. I don't think they will transition him until spring, but it's good for him to be with the older kids, even though he comes home way more jacked up. Why? Because the older boys get, the nuttier they become! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I won't spill too many beans here, but we are sooooo very excited for our friends who had big news today. We can't wait to hear more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We are off to Wisconsin again this weekend to celebrate nephew Braxton's 2nd birthday. I'm hoping the monkey cake will turn out well--I am not worried. Knock on frosting. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-575548125315881410?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/575548125315881410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=575548125315881410' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/575548125315881410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/575548125315881410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2008/12/santa-called-in-sick.html' title='Santa Called in Sick'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SUF8twgkQCI/AAAAAAAABzo/ED1sC5aSlhE/s72-c/DSCF6141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-2691937821123920633</id><published>2008-12-07T14:48:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T15:32:59.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Mess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/STw21gMZeBI/AAAAAAAABzg/JVGwIVDND20/s1600-h/DSCF6120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277153156174280722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/STw21gMZeBI/AAAAAAAABzg/JVGwIVDND20/s400/DSCF6120.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night we had a party for our friends' children who live in the area. We decorated cookies, made a Santa Cookie plate (which incidentally was adorable), ate pizza, and just had a lot of fun. After four years of living in this area, we are starting to feel at home. We are so appreciate of our friends, who continue to bring us into their lives. Christmas has always been my favorite holiday--not because of the gifts from the store, but because of the gifts from the heart. I love how suddenly things feel cozy from all the lights, big sweaters, and sweet smells. I love the Christmas cards with pictures of friends and family's children. I love thinking about what other people will enjoy, and giving them a part of my heart in each bag of cookies/bread/chocolate. I know, it's cheesy, but if you are reading this, you already know it all anyway!   &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;Saving the best for last, the party was a lot of fun. In fact, one child, my Henry, enjoyed himself more than we counted on, in the form of sugar. Henry finished the party by re-enacting the famous scene from Stand By Me, with the pies. If you don't know what I'm talking about, you are lucky! Leave it to Henry to be the center of attention! LOL. &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;To enjoy the rest of the pictures from the party, click &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=73528&amp;amp;l=91dea&amp;amp;id=554806319"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;. Have a great week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-2691937821123920633?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/2691937821123920633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=2691937821123920633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/2691937821123920633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/2691937821123920633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-mess.html' title='Merry Mess'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/STw21gMZeBI/AAAAAAAABzg/JVGwIVDND20/s72-c/DSCF6120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-335016207178904160</id><published>2008-12-02T14:49:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T15:09:44.302-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving-Mas</title><content type='html'>Hope everyone had a great week last week with family, friends and carbohydrates! We went to Wisconsin to celebrate both Thanksgiving and Christmas--like lots of friends we know we have to alternate holidays between families in order to refrain from single-handedly using up the oil reserve. We had a lot of fun, and as a special treat we went out on Friday with all Max's siblings and their spouses. This happens maybe 1-2 times per year that everyone gets together in this manner, so we had a very good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Henry needs a haircut badly. And he would prefer to do it himself so we need to get cracking. Claudia walks around saying "snow" and "Melanie" on a constant basis, and I am currently trying to decide how many cookies to prepare for our first-ever cookie decorating party this Saturday, which we are hosting for our short people friends in the neighborhood. It should be fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an update regarding my little brother, he was released from the hospital on Saturday.  He ended up being treated in the wound/burn unit at UIHC for a massive infection that had to be drained over a period of days--so, it wasn't as serious as we thought, but it was pretty disgusting for him, I'm sure!  We just pray he works towards a lifestyle that will benefit him as he lives with his disease.  'Nuff said.  On to the pics....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/STWh_50B-hI/AAAAAAAABzQ/EWdQeyeWh7Q/s1600-h/DSCF6034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275300657757288978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/STWh_50B-hI/AAAAAAAABzQ/EWdQeyeWh7Q/s200/DSCF6034.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My sweet boy decorating--in shorts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275301159682228386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/STWidHoQwKI/AAAAAAAABzY/CPsXCuKuqhk/s200/DSCF6027.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Claudia and her doting Uncle Stefan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/STWh_n81TWI/AAAAAAAABzI/NdxkDo-ZpsY/s1600-h/DSCF6002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275300652962368866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/STWh_n81TWI/AAAAAAAABzI/NdxkDo-ZpsY/s200/DSCF6002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas present chaos amongst the cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/STWh_cUB19I/AAAAAAAABzA/JWhfjQ5oPv4/s1600-h/DSCF5997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275300649838434258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/STWh_cUB19I/AAAAAAAABzA/JWhfjQ5oPv4/s200/DSCF5997.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A relaxing bath.  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/STWh_ICdNUI/AAAAAAAABy4/IMxdekZ5F48/s1600-h/DSCF5993.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275300644396021058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/STWh_ICdNUI/AAAAAAAABy4/IMxdekZ5F48/s200/DSCF5993.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mr. Helper trying to put on Claudia's shoe after it fell off.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He very seriously said, "Mommy, this is pretty tough to do for a little guy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/STWh-VYFWHI/AAAAAAAAByw/z27vEmSlc38/s1600-h/DSCF5975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275300630796523634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/STWh-VYFWHI/AAAAAAAAByw/z27vEmSlc38/s200/DSCF5975.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Henry and his Uncle Noah spending quality time double-dipping &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in their matching ensambles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-335016207178904160?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/335016207178904160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=335016207178904160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/335016207178904160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/335016207178904160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving-mas.html' title='Thanksgiving-Mas'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/STWh_50B-hI/AAAAAAAABzQ/EWdQeyeWh7Q/s72-c/DSCF6034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-823844706335883772</id><published>2008-11-26T08:10:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T08:14:07.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers, Please.</title><content type='html'>Hi friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you may know, my little brother Steven has MS. He's in his 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; year of coping with the disease, and while it's not usually something that strikes much fear, today I ask for your prayers and he has been admitted to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;UIHC&lt;/span&gt; due to severe pain in his leg where the injection site is located. At first I thought maybe it's just an infection, however the team there cannot discover the cause. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;UIHC&lt;/span&gt;, if you don't already know, is one of the top medical facilities in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;midwest&lt;/span&gt;, so it's scary there is so much confusion. As of right now, all I know is there may be surgery at some point today, but to me it's freaky because they don't even know the cause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep him in your prayers as we all give Thanks &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;. I would greatly appreciate it, and I know he would, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-823844706335883772?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/823844706335883772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=823844706335883772' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/823844706335883772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/823844706335883772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2008/11/prayers-please.html' title='Prayers, Please.'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-9006263701968430123</id><published>2008-11-23T14:58:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T15:13:53.231-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Life to be Continued</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SSnG78yzitI/AAAAAAAAByY/YtOJh59A14Y/s1600-h/DSCF5961.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271963572047678162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SSnG78yzitI/AAAAAAAAByY/YtOJh59A14Y/s200/DSCF5961.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been a fun week...from shopping for Christmas with my mother-in-law (and grabbing a glass of wine at 3pm), to baking 84 cupcakes for a benefit (which was easier than I expected). Max worked non-stop, and Henry is growing into quite the sous chef these days (if that's what you call someone who helps you pour batter). Friday I took the kids with my neighbor Jenny K to a great place called &lt;a href="http://www.airtastic.com/"&gt;Airtastic&lt;/a&gt;, which is Naperville--lots of big air jumpers, or whatever they are called. So fun to see the kids just run and scream for an hour--definitely worth the $17! I also got to go out for drinks with a few new friends on Friday, which is so rare, therefore incredibly wonderful! My mom wrote in an email, "How wonderful you are going out with a new friend!" I felt a little "challenged", even though that wasn't what she meant (Sorry Mom)! Geesh...sometimes I feel a bit like a loser to get so excited about something that used to happen 3-4 times a week. In any case, it's nice to be out and finally meeting more people around here. My, "I apparently am too weird for this place" social stigma has started to diminish. Thank God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is a video of us being total dorks last night while the Hawks kill Minnesota...those crazy kids, they make me laugh my pants off.  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She sat and practiced it for a week on her own, and out it came! I wish I could get her on video! She also learned how to sit down and do the slide on her own, which helps my nerves quite a bit. She is growing every day, and doing more. It's hard to believe a year ago she was in physical therapy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second, all those concerns about Henry being anti-social are gone. We decided he simply was tired of always being out of town, so when he went to school, he just wanted to do his own thing. He has been quite silly that last few times I've picked him, so fears are gone. Why was I ever nervous? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SSR-g7jpx_I/AAAAAAAAByQ/a1ouvv-HRTg/s1600-h/Watching+the+Pack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270476568138467314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SSR-g7jpx_I/AAAAAAAAByQ/a1ouvv-HRTg/s200/Watching+the+Pack.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Max has been working like a mad man, which I am so proud of him for doing.  It's not easy to work 9 hours, come home, eat dinner with us, and go back to work until 1am every day of the week.  He still manages to help with chores around the house and allow time for my baking projects and the gym.  Thanks, babe!  Anyway, we took on an assistant a couple weeks ago, who happens to be a woman I know from Gingercare. Her daughter was in my class, and we've always had a nice relationship. She has been quite helpful, which is great considering Max's work load is really for two attorneys. Once the income is consistent, that will be our next move!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The baking has gone pretty well. This weekend I'll be catering dessert to a benefit in Aurora, which was not only a total shock, but amazingly exciting. I can't even describe the feeling I had when I got the call. I just hope all works out--I have never made an order this large! Please be kind with your thoughts this weekend! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great rest of the week!&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/683703771031398477-621748700206974179?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/621748700206974179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=621748700206974179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/621748700206974179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/621748700206974179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2008/11/few-tidbits.html' title='A few tidbits...'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SSR-gSa1AtI/AAAAAAAAByI/gOkVpuItwTM/s72-c/DSCF5929.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-7148426773885142537</id><published>2008-11-17T13:57:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T14:25:44.439-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Man, Already?</title><content type='html'>I awoke this morning to an email from my sister, wanting our input on my nephew Austin's senior pictures and which to put in the yearbook. Naturally I went right there to see and if it were easy to copy a picture they load online, everyone would do it, so I can't post it unfortunately! In any case, I have to admit I teared up as it's so hard to believe my little Austin is heading off to college next year (on a full scholarship, Mr. Smartie) and officially, dare I say, a man. One minute I'm babysitting him, the next, he's achieving amazing things. A man....wow. It's almost hard to say, and one day it will be my son graduating high school and heading off to college (hopefully). So I leave you with this picture of my handsome nephew and his mommy, my sis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SSHSl9GlbTI/AAAAAAAAByA/Z5KmgUfkgSI/s1600-h/DSCF5833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269724588499365170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SSHSl9GlbTI/AAAAAAAAByA/Z5KmgUfkgSI/s400/DSCF5833.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-7148426773885142537?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7148426773885142537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=7148426773885142537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/7148426773885142537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/7148426773885142537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2008/11/man-already.html' title='A Man, Already?'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SSHSl9GlbTI/AAAAAAAAByA/Z5KmgUfkgSI/s72-c/DSCF5833.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-9068842097018122848</id><published>2008-11-11T13:14:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T13:35:02.113-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We Can Breathe</title><content type='html'>This past weekend we were met with a rare moment of no plans. We have been out of town six out of the last eight weekends, and this past weekend was no different.  I was supposed to go out of town for a baby shower. Unfortunately, the weather wasn't so cooperative, so considering my irrational fear of dying in a fiery car crash, I opted to stay home. Since we had planned on Max staying back here with the kids, we were faced with a whole day of no agenda. Ahhhh.....it was so wonderful. We hung out...didn't leave the house. No errands (except to pick up a pizza), no cleaning. I thought we might be bored, but we had a nice time having backwards dinner (Breakfast for dinner), painting, watching Iowa beat Penn State, the #3 team in the nation, and just plain enjoying time. I then got to experiment with my batter and frosting leftovers, trying out some new cupcake techniques (see below). Then at church, Henry suddenly figured out how to give the sign of peace, and walked around shaking every one's hand. It was very sweet. So since there's not much else to say, I'll stop saying anything. Have a wonderful week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SRncoLYdHzI/AAAAAAAABx4/1qg8YLqtL1E/s1600-h/cupcake+experiment.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267483821994745650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SRncoLYdHzI/AAAAAAAABx4/1qg8YLqtL1E/s320/cupcake+experiment.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My cupcake experimentation.  These were the colors of icing left over from other projects, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;so I realize they don't necessary match, but it was all about the lesson.  Oh, and they tasted good, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SRncn8J2ngI/AAAAAAAABxw/E7hosn9b6nA/s1600-h/cookie+cake+for+Ruthie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267483817906970114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SRncn8J2ngI/AAAAAAAABxw/E7hosn9b6nA/s320/cookie+cake+for+Ruthie.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cookie sheet cake for a friend--I wasn't thrilled with the outcome,&lt;br /&gt;but with each project I learn more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SRncnJ_OlBI/AAAAAAAABxo/U0yHISf2qNU/s1600-h/chocolate+attempt.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267483804440630290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SRncnJ_OlBI/AAAAAAAABxo/U0yHISf2qNU/s320/chocolate+attempt.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby shower chocolates--which didn't make it.  Two of the initial three lbs are now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in the mail.  I wonder where the other pound went?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SRncml4lUtI/AAAAAAAABxg/jNisxwuvjEI/s1600-h/DSCF5933.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267483794749084370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SRncml4lUtI/AAAAAAAABxg/jNisxwuvjEI/s320/DSCF5933.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SRncmPO1ysI/AAAAAAAABxY/iBJXzhVLmX0/s1600-h/cake+just+for+us.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267483788668422850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SRncmPO1ysI/AAAAAAAABxY/iBJXzhVLmX0/s320/cake+just+for+us.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Finally!  Mom lets us make our OWN cookie cake!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Incidentally, this project was the most fun.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-9068842097018122848?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/9068842097018122848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=9068842097018122848' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/9068842097018122848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/9068842097018122848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-can-breathe.html' title='We Can Breathe'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SRncoLYdHzI/AAAAAAAABx4/1qg8YLqtL1E/s72-c/cupcake+experiment.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-3096530325850697957</id><published>2008-11-08T07:31:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T10:37:10.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Henry I know</title><content type='html'>My kids are full of energy and joy. They feed off one another, which is also incredibly funny, even if sometimes inappropriate. Claudia walks all over the place and Henry cheers her on. He teaches her new words, and her vocabulary is skyrocketing with two word sentences now, like, "Daddy go?" She is starting to call people by their names, like our little neighbor Melanie--or, Mel-la-la, as Claudia calls her. This post, however, is dedicated to my Henry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week we had Henry's first preschool conference, which I was excited for because I really like his new school. Since I don't work there as I did his last school, I don't see the daily stuff or know the staff as I have in the past. They also have nothing to gauge Henry's behavior by as he didn't grow up at this school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrive and sit down with his teacher, who we adore. I'm excited to hear how he's learning so much and doing so well, however this isn't what happened. Instead, we learn that since the older kids left and advanced on, Henry has stopped talking. In fact, he has completely withdrawn. The kids who moved up were a year older than Henry, and he adored them--the names Adam, Ryan, Alex, Jessica were spoken every day, whether it was a school day or not. As his teacher continues, we learn that he also isn't playing outside. All he does is sit by himself and play cars, with the occasional exception of playing with his friend Emily. The conversation continues, and it boils down to the fact that his teacher feels he is simply more mature and academically advanced as he is older than most, therefore bored. He is never involved in class disputes or any altercations--in fact his teacher told us when they happen, he walks away and does his own thing. So, while I get that it's completely annoying to hear a mom brag about how smart her kid is, to me, academics don't mean much if you don't have friends. I think it is very important to be able to play and develop the skills necessary to get along with others, whether you have things in common with them or not. That is an asset needed to survive in the world. (Obviously a balance of both is best). Max thinks Henry just feels displaced because the bulk of his friends moved on. While I know that is true, I want him to learn how to move on and make new friends. So, it made me sad. I'm going to post pictures that show how joyful Henry is, because that is the kid I know, and I want so much for this side of him to come out with his new classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SRWauMbeVmI/AAAAAAAABwo/c5Xs3f-yZbA/s1600-h/DSCF5904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266285457680782946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SRWauMbeVmI/AAAAAAAABwo/c5Xs3f-yZbA/s320/DSCF5904.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Henry, Claudia and "Mel-la-la" racing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SRWat90vLKI/AAAAAAAABwg/8xOLdzAD_Zk/s1600-h/the+essence+of+Henry.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266285453760212130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SRWat90vLKI/AAAAAAAABwg/8xOLdzAD_Zk/s320/the+essence+of+Henry.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quite possibly one of my all-time favorites. I call this, "The Essence of Henry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SRWatUeycZI/AAAAAAAABwY/widoZDhq6Z4/s1600-h/silly+geese.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266285442662298002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SRWatUeycZI/AAAAAAAABwY/widoZDhq6Z4/s320/silly+geese.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Henry and his friend Emily being silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SRWasyFLZTI/AAAAAAAABwQ/6G2jqVEEGIk/s1600-h/DSCF2693.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266285433428075826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SRWasyFLZTI/AAAAAAAABwQ/6G2jqVEEGIk/s320/DSCF2693.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Henry at his friend Annie's birthdy party - July 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SRWash-_zvI/AAAAAAAABwI/VwihbPqkJb0/s1600-h/It%27s+all+cool+man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266285429107183346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 242px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SRWash-_zvI/AAAAAAAABwI/VwihbPqkJb0/s320/It%27s+all+cool+man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry telling it like it is--it's all cool. July 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Thanks for letting me get that all out! In other news, nobody wants to hire me (perhaps my social skills aren't up to par, either!), so we are keeping Claudia home instead of taking her to daycare two days a week as previously planned. Instead, it seems people like my baking and I have started getting paid orders from people. So, I'm going to attempt to run with this. It takes a TON of time, but I enjoy it and I'd be a fool not to jump on board and make some money doing something I really enjoy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Have a great week!&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/683703771031398477-3096530325850697957?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3096530325850697957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=3096530325850697957' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/3096530325850697957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/3096530325850697957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2008/11/henry-i-know.html' title='The Henry I know'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SRWauMbeVmI/AAAAAAAABwo/c5Xs3f-yZbA/s72-c/DSCF5904.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-3810892429399334364</id><published>2008-11-03T13:21:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T13:44:35.949-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Pumpkin</title><content type='html'>Lots of baking, driving, more baking, parties and then back home again. Great weekend, great friends, great family. Enjoy some pictures, which are in no particular order. Have a great week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SQ9TxKZO28I/AAAAAAAABwA/gkXkoobhJbc/s1600-h/DSCF5792.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264518593488280514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SQ9TxKZO28I/AAAAAAAABwA/gkXkoobhJbc/s320/DSCF5792.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Halloween cookies for school....decorating idea inspired by Mary.  Thanks!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SQ9Tw2z_VwI/AAAAAAAABv4/sx3p1NeGVWA/s1600-h/DSCF5827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264518588231800578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SQ9Tw2z_VwI/AAAAAAAABv4/sx3p1NeGVWA/s320/DSCF5827.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Henry putting candles on Austin's birthday cake, which I made.  The electric guitar that I made days in advance broke the night before so I had to start from scratch.  Didn't turn out quite like I hoped, but it tasted like a dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SQ9RruclSOI/AAAAAAAABvw/vnesyCBjZVk/s1600-h/DSCF5846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264516301063538914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SQ9RruclSOI/AAAAAAAABvw/vnesyCBjZVk/s320/DSCF5846.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pushes by Papa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SQ9RrT1iijI/AAAAAAAABvo/fl6H4QBMlms/s1600-h/DSCF5883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264516293920459314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SQ9RrT1iijI/AAAAAAAABvo/fl6H4QBMlms/s320/DSCF5883.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tummy zerberts by Gram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SQ9Rq-O8CbI/AAAAAAAABvg/w26Pk1jvPu0/s1600-h/DSCF5881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264516288121407922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SQ9Rq-O8CbI/AAAAAAAABvg/w26Pk1jvPu0/s320/DSCF5881.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annie Schwartz and Henry living it up at the "Grave" party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SQ9RqpHYDRI/AAAAAAAABvY/s1axF7IVShE/s1600-h/DSCF5838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264516282452544786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SQ9RqpHYDRI/AAAAAAAABvY/s1axF7IVShE/s320/DSCF5838.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claudia obviously enjoying some birthday cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SQ9RqUL50SI/AAAAAAAABvQ/Vr3bay5CU9w/s1600-h/DSCF5874.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264516276834390306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SQ9RqUL50SI/AAAAAAAABvQ/Vr3bay5CU9w/s320/DSCF5874.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love this one...Claudia is soooo excited by the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Greve family's Halloween decorations outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SQ9QtieC_-I/AAAAAAAABvI/FJZUEQvEeTI/s1600-h/DSCF5854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264515232696565730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SQ9QtieC_-I/AAAAAAAABvI/FJZUEQvEeTI/s320/DSCF5854.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max is Rocky, Henry is a tiger, Claudia a strawberry, and me? I attempted to be Charlie Brown from "The Great Pumpkin"....turns out he and I have more in common than I thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SQ9QtBTRhHI/AAAAAAAABvA/MniwvntpYsE/s1600-h/DSCF5835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264515223793009778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SQ9QtBTRhHI/AAAAAAAABvA/MniwvntpYsE/s320/DSCF5835.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin turns 18!!! Hard to believe...when I was 18, he was 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SQ9QsiQwW0I/AAAAAAAABu4/IUSUwsOhjRo/s1600-h/DSCF5805.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264515215460948802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SQ9QsiQwW0I/AAAAAAAABu4/IUSUwsOhjRo/s320/DSCF5805.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trick or Treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SQ9QsZxqvXI/AAAAAAAABuw/VV2wuY3dPJc/s1600-h/DSCF5767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264515213183073650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SQ9QsZxqvXI/AAAAAAAABuw/VV2wuY3dPJc/s320/DSCF5767.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy and his little Brewer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SQ9QsA0PchI/AAAAAAAABuo/4tlPbOIeuj4/s1600-h/DSCF5778.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264515206482981394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SQ9QsA0PchI/AAAAAAAABuo/4tlPbOIeuj4/s320/DSCF5778.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the pumpkin patch on the windiest day of the year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-3810892429399334364?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3810892429399334364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=3810892429399334364' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/3810892429399334364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/3810892429399334364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2008/11/great-pumpkin.html' title='The Great Pumpkin'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SQ9TxKZO28I/AAAAAAAABwA/gkXkoobhJbc/s72-c/DSCF5792.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-7969409353870419196</id><published>2008-10-24T23:00:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T09:04:23.648-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Kind Of Day</title><content type='html'>Today was about as good as I could possibly imagine. Here's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Claudia said, "Wuv Oo" to me. Not familiar with baby words? She said, "I love you." My heart melted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Henry said, "Mommy, you are my best friend." I mean really--does it get much better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* We spent our morning with our neighbors Jenny and her daughter Melanie, which is always nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I received some really nice feedback from a dear friend and wonderful writer about my other blog, &lt;a href="http://pieceofhumblepie.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;My &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Piece of Humble Pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. If you didn't know, it's my other blog that is just me--my personal essays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* My neighbor's mom, Bev, complimented my garden. Because of how our townhouse is situated, people rarely ever notice, and it's nice to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* We finalized plans to visit our friends, the Wargos, tomorrow. We love them and can't wait to hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;* Henry decided it was time to just wear underwear to bed. We've been working on it for awhile, but when he puts his mind to something, he usually does it. We just added $15/month to our available budget!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;* Henry and I made this cake together today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260938257767721634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SQKbeMeB6qI/AAAAAAAABuU/QfSn_tiVVcU/s320/DSCF5761.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days like today make me feel so blessed. Have a wonderful weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-7969409353870419196?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7969409353870419196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=7969409353870419196' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/7969409353870419196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/7969409353870419196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-perfect-day.html' title='My Kind Of Day'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SQKbeMeB6qI/AAAAAAAABuU/QfSn_tiVVcU/s72-c/DSCF5761.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-2563037793307132599</id><published>2008-10-20T22:36:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T23:03:03.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Find a Penny, Pick it Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259451502801495922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SP1TRqngp3I/AAAAAAAABnw/D1rdp9Yf7kc/s200/DSCF5718.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The question wasn't whether or not to pick up the penny, apparently the question was whether or not to eat the penny. And thus began our 6 day search for the little face of Lincoln to make his appearance back into the world of treasury. Henry found the penny on our weekly trip to the grocery store last week. He was proud, he told his Daddy all about it on the phone. Then, promptly stuck it in his mouth, choked, was given the Heimlich, and then cried. He was scared, shall we say, "sh*#less". After days of hovering over him at each visit to the potty, a trip to the radiology department, and a lovely photo of his entire torso with a big, dark circle in his colon, the pen&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259451506516938306" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SP1TR4dVzkI/AAAAAAAABn4/jdTYiybEkgE/s200/gram+henry+and+claudia.JPG" border="0" /&gt;ny finally reappeared today. The cries of joy between my 3 year old and myself were hysterical, but not to be repeated. It's definitely conversation only appreciated by the two of us! Let's just say that is definitely a "penny earned".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our trip back to Iowa City for the Iowa/Wisconsin football game was fabulous. We had so much fun seeing our friends, having beers at 10am, watching the Hawks pummel the Badgers, and we even got the football out when we got back to our cars. M&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SP1TRKlX-7I/AAAAAAAABno/GvdM6qwmP1w/s1600-h/DSCF5720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259451494202604466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SP1TRKlX-7I/AAAAAAAABno/GvdM6qwmP1w/s200/DSCF5720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ax had a little difficulty swallowing the loss of his beloved team, but he got over it in time. Seeing my brother, sister, nephew and mom was also great. My mom took the kids for us on Saturday, all day. I repeat, ALL DAY. I actually got to hold my husband's hand! My mom took the kids to the apple orchard outside of IC (who knew?), and Henry talked for two days about the wagon ride through the big water. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SP1TSfIxn1I/AAAAAAAABoI/tRw3EltNKoc/s1600-h/DSCF5711.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259451516899663698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SP1TSfIxn1I/AAAAAAAABoI/tRw3EltNKoc/s200/DSCF5711.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My friend Kelley asked me what new words Claudia is saying, and I think my favorite is belly button. Henry is the only one who can get her to say it, and he thinks she is the funniest person on the planet when she does. She pronounces it, "Bellybuht". Need I say more? Her walking is really starting to come together, too. My babies are growing too fast, so you know what that means....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SP1TSFbIFrI/AAAAAAAABoA/DW3wyo9GAhI/s1600-h/DSCF5714.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259451509997311666" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SP1TSFbIFrI/AAAAAAAABoA/DW3wyo9GAhI/s200/DSCF5714.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The job search continues. I interviewed last week at a store, and am anxious to hear. In the meantime I have been trying to sell some more Tupperware, and am going to be finishing that off completely this month. You live and learn!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-2563037793307132599?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/2563037793307132599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=2563037793307132599' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/2563037793307132599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/2563037793307132599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2008/10/find-penny-pick-it-up.html' title='Find a Penny, Pick it Up'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SP1TRqngp3I/AAAAAAAABnw/D1rdp9Yf7kc/s72-c/DSCF5718.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-5297072031725854348</id><published>2008-10-14T12:31:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T13:07:45.997-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Seeing Spots</title><content type='html'>A long week of spots in our house has finally come to an end. The kids are all nicely crusted over and able to play with others, which is not only wonderful for them, but fantastic for me! We were able to sneak out to a few places last week when other children weren't around--like the pumpkin farm, or as my friend Laura calls it, Windy Rip-Off! Two small pumpkins costing a total of $13. Henry got to pick one thing to do, as each attraction cost $2.50 and frankly we just don't have the cash for a 3 year old to go crazy! We have to find more creative ways to stay busy. So, we went on a LOT of walks and tricycle rides last week. Thankfully some of our neighbor friends were out of town so we were not tempted by their presence!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257069632268538882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SPTc-jbcFAI/AAAAAAAABnM/9d_u5vWd9Z8/s320/DSCF5682.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257069624818988754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SPTc-HrU9tI/AAAAAAAABnE/MgLfcJNu5_U/s320/DSCF5678.JPG" border="0" /&gt;That being said, last night I had my "weigh-in" at my gym. I haven't seen a weight loss yet, and have been incredibly frustrated. So last month I simply got out more with Henry and Claudia--taking "the long way" to everything. Henry loved riding his tricycle through the winding streets, and I got more exercise. So, since last month, I'm very, VERY excited to say I have finally lost a few pounds. More importantly, I lost 8 inches of fat. EIGHT. I could not be more excited. Granted, I have a loooooong way to go, but it's nice to finally see my efforts are paying off.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SPTbxjZeDYI/AAAAAAAABmk/FivrOgiYTLQ/s1600-h/DSCF5686.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;The job hunt for me continues. With the kids being sick last week I didn't get out as much, but today I will dropping off a few "did you graduate from high school" applications. But, I'm excited to get out and meet some people, make some money, and also excited for Max's opportunity to have more Daddy bonding time, sans Mommy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;You may recall I got an actual cake request from a friend, which was very flattering. I'm not terribly skilled yet, and so it's nice to be able to practice my hobby while doing something for someone else's special day. I experimented with a new frosting, and also got to re-do the cake I made for Henry's 3rd birthday. It's getting better....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SPTc9sSsPYI/AAAAAAAABm8/DXVHqUKkVBA/s1600-h/DSCF5686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257069617467899266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SPTc9sSsPYI/AAAAAAAABm8/DXVHqUKkVBA/s320/DSCF5686.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257069612353315346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SPTc9ZPR4hI/AAAAAAAABm0/kXp-SH_ii9w/s320/DSCF5691.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, this weekend we are headed back to IC for some good ol' college rivalry! Max's Badgers are playing my Hawkeyes and the outcome is unpredictable. It will be fun! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a great weekend!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SPTbx0I_4ZI/AAAAAAAABms/2G8ySpzPZsc/s1600-h/DSCF5691.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S. Congrats to my friend Kelly who walked last weekend in the Race for the Cure walk in Alabama. Thanks for looking out for all our future women, Kel! :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-5297072031725854348?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/5297072031725854348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=5297072031725854348' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/5297072031725854348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/5297072031725854348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2008/10/seeing-spots.html' title='Seeing Spots'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SPTc-jbcFAI/AAAAAAAABnM/9d_u5vWd9Z8/s72-c/DSCF5682.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-8266507556012434543</id><published>2008-10-09T23:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T12:49:23.665-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Cool, Dude.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SO-VlMoryKI/AAAAAAAABmE/sJCwjqcEYPU/s1600-h/wordle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255583756444223650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SO-VlMoryKI/AAAAAAAABmE/sJCwjqcEYPU/s400/wordle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So a friend of my mom's sent me her daughter's blog, where I found oodles of fun stuff. This is one of them. It takes the words in your blog and pulls the ones you use the most. I love how Henry and Claudia are the biggest, and then you can see all the things that stand out to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-8266507556012434543?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/8266507556012434543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=8266507556012434543' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/8266507556012434543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/8266507556012434543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2008/10/super-cool-dude.html' title='Super Cool, Dude.'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SO-VlMoryKI/AAAAAAAABmE/sJCwjqcEYPU/s72-c/wordle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-1085726483480634449</id><published>2008-10-06T14:55:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T08:28:40.982-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Animal, Vegetable, Mineral</title><content type='html'>The last couple weeks we've been trying to keep busy as the weather changes and we get closer to Halloween. That brings me to our latest dilemma...what to be for the big day! So far, Henry wants to be Lightning McQueen, a cookie (which I personally would love to make), a tiger, and Buzz Lightyear. Of course, the costume we have is Woody from Toy Story, lent to us by Aunt Wendy. Claudia is easier b/c she has no official opinion on record thus far!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[BTW, Claudia and Henry both have Hand Foot and Mouth Disease.  Thankfully, no fevers so far, but it's not fun and it's definitely &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;pretty!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We visited our Wisconsin family over the weekend and got to visit this crazy little farm/zoo in the middle of the country. Driving in you'd never guess there was anything there (and that is exactly what I thought) until you go in. They had a lion, camels, a turkey running free and a pony that actually made me a bit sad b/c he was locked up to the post with no way to move, but my old PETA instincts aside, it was really an interesting diamond in the rough. They also had zebras, monkeys, and a lemur. A camel sucked up Claudia's whole hand, which was funny and a bit gross at the same time! Pictures below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am officially looking for a part time, evening job. Nothing professional, just something for a consistent paycheck and some spending money. The firm is going very well, but we continue to wait for the fruits of the labor to arrive and it's a bit stressful. But, God puts us where he wants us, so we'll just work our way through. No pun intended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a very exciting note, my nephew, Austin, not only got accepted (which was no surprise) to Iowa, but was offered an amazing academic scholarship that will pay for nearly all of his tuition for his whole college career. I'm so proud of him. He is such an amazing person. Congratulations, Austin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SOpxn9qOiRI/AAAAAAAABlE/Rx4YcS5Yo6c/s1600-h/DSCF5649.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254136846661617938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SOpxn9qOiRI/AAAAAAAABlE/Rx4YcS5Yo6c/s200/DSCF5649.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Claudia climbing...this is her new favorite past time. She'll be climbing the jungle gym before she's walking, I'm farely certain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SOpxoLYeRXI/AAAAAAAABlM/vukGf8MkcVY/s1600-h/DSCF5664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254136850345248114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SOpxoLYeRXI/AAAAAAAABlM/vukGf8MkcVY/s200/DSCF5664.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Claudia and Papa Brusky&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SOpxoXuOVXI/AAAAAAAABlU/tICR5p4felc/s1600-h/DSCF5668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254136853657703794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SOpxoXuOVXI/AAAAAAAABlU/tICR5p4felc/s200/DSCF5668.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Claudia and Babio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SOpxoYs55_I/AAAAAAAABlc/F7AUS-0CKIg/s1600-h/DSCF5670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254136853920606194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SOpxoYs55_I/AAAAAAAABlc/F7AUS-0CKIg/s200/DSCF5670.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Visiting Granzy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SOpxoqD3zmI/AAAAAAAABlk/0VzEgYXAS0Q/s1600-h/DSCF5636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254136858580340322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SOpxoqD3zmI/AAAAAAAABlk/0VzEgYXAS0Q/s200/DSCF5636.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Henry and cousin Waylong being goofy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SOpwx2HBNrI/AAAAAAAABkc/3B_Vo0AXK_Q/s1600-h/camels+eat+hands.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254135916921960114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SOpwx2HBNrI/AAAAAAAABkc/3B_Vo0AXK_Q/s200/camels+eat+hands.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Claudia getting a manicure from Mr. Camel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SOpwyOZhDSI/AAAAAAAABkk/cMOqq125bhA/s1600-h/cousins+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254135923441995042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SOpwyOZhDSI/AAAAAAAABkk/cMOqq125bhA/s200/cousins+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Henry, Claudia and Cousin Braxton&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SOpwybedu9I/AAAAAAAABks/u-dGbgiUlic/s1600-h/don%27t+mess+with+the+big+guy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254135926952410066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SOpwybedu9I/AAAAAAAABks/u-dGbgiUlic/s200/don%27t+mess+with+the+big+guy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, Turkey, don't move. I've got you right where I want you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SOpwysgPHGI/AAAAAAAABk0/dgdri7ud80M/s1600-h/DSCF5642.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254135931523243106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SOpwysgPHGI/AAAAAAAABk0/dgdri7ud80M/s200/DSCF5642.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Max with his favorite daughter, and Braxton.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SOpwyuL7JHI/AAAAAAAABk8/SRh5Rg2rtKE/s1600-h/roller+coaster+ride.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254135931974919282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SOpwyuL7JHI/AAAAAAAABk8/SRh5Rg2rtKE/s200/roller+coaster+ride.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Henry and cousin Waylon riding a virtual roller coaster, thanks to Auntie Quinn and Babio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-1085726483480634449?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1085726483480634449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=1085726483480634449' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/1085726483480634449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/1085726483480634449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2008/10/animal-vegetable-mineral.html' title='Animal, Vegetable, Mineral'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SOpxn9qOiRI/AAAAAAAABlE/Rx4YcS5Yo6c/s72-c/DSCF5649.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-3901672094836307636</id><published>2008-09-26T10:55:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T11:16:16.637-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peanut Gallery</title><content type='html'>Last month Claudia's regular pediatrician was on vacation when she was due for her 1 year well visit, so we had to go to the new doctor in the office.  I hadn't met her, and I was a little skeptical only because of our experience with Henry and his food allergies...would she know enough about them as a new doctor?  But, I try to not be too wary of others until meeting them and seeing for myself.  So when she called to give me the results of Claudia's allergy tests, she said, "I see no allergies here except to dogs, which is severe.  Otherwise she looks good!"  Having had some novice experience now with these tests and reading the numbers and seeing how food allergies in children can change/shift/decrease/increase, I called back two weeks later and requested a copy.  It clearly shows she has a peanut and milk allergy.  While she's not eating peanut butter yet, peanut oil is in everything.   I had also just switched her over the milk from soy a couple weeks ago, which is when she started to catch a cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Henry had his annual visit to his allergist/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ENT&lt;/span&gt;, who I adore.  He's wonderful.  I took Claudia's results which he happily looked over, and then said, "With an allergy to peanuts and dogs, she needs to see a pediatric immunologist.  You should do your best to keep her away from peanut oil until then, and that includes not giving Henry peanut butter around her."  There you have it.  So, an appoint has yet to be scheduled, but here's the thing.  I hear people complain about kids and their food allergies, and what a pain it is to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;accommodate&lt;/span&gt; them.  I hear about how it's caused because parents are too careful.  I hear all kinds of things.  I get that it's a pain.  I also have my own theories.  But having nursed her exclusively, put aside my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;germaphobic&lt;/span&gt; gene, given her primarily organic food, and kept her away from preservatives (for the most part), my theories are now &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;debunk&lt;/span&gt;.  It's important for people to educate themselves on it, and important to understand that there is a direct link between food allergies and health--whether you're 1 or 40.  As for the pediatrician who didn't give me the accurate read?  I don't know...she's new to her field and I'll find out what to do later after visiting Claudia's new pediatric immunologist.  Ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-3901672094836307636?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3901672094836307636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=3901672094836307636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/3901672094836307636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/3901672094836307636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2008/09/peanut-gallery.html' title='Peanut Gallery'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-4313296449346192803</id><published>2008-09-23T19:59:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T20:24:31.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SNmTjpmvBmI/AAAAAAAABkA/jCf3oM4TWPU/s1600-h/DSCF5557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249389081350047330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SNmTjpmvBmI/AAAAAAAABkA/jCf3oM4TWPU/s200/DSCF5557.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Claudia went from saying "Mama" to "Mommy" yesterday. Her first word was 'hi'. Now she says: window, shoe, ball, button, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doggie&lt;/span&gt; (this is her favorite), baa baa (for sheep), dolly, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;blankey&lt;/span&gt;, bottle, water, and more. I can imagine many, many long conversations in the future. She and Henry are so alike in many ways, but yet so different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Henry loves his tricycle and it cruising at warp speed these days. He has been eyeing an actual bike with training wheels at the bike store where I took my bike to be tuned up, but we told him on his 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday we will get one for him. He also is starting to get into, really into, coloring. Boys are often a bit uninterested in "thoughtful" art...I experienced this a lot when I was working with 4 year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;olds&lt;/span&gt;. The girls could sit and sit forever making &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SNmTj-v1jSI/AAAAAAAABkI/BHPd18u7Xek/s1600-h/DSCF5494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249389087025368354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SNmTj-v1jSI/AAAAAAAABkI/BHPd18u7Xek/s200/DSCF5494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pretty elaborate drawings, while many of the boys could not wait until they could go do something else. Tonight Henry got his first set of "desk materials" in his room, just for him, for whenever he wants. And he went to town coloring in the lines of his Cars The Movie coloring book. I couldn't believe my eyes. Then I had to wipe my eyes. I am a very sappy mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finally lost 4 lbs. It's about time.&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;My cake this week was a cake with clowns on it. I don't like clowns, which may be why it turned out so poorly! No picture this week! Next week, a wedding cake. Wish me luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a great week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-4313296449346192803?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4313296449346192803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=4313296449346192803' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/4313296449346192803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/4313296449346192803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-stuff.html' title='New Stuff'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SNmTjpmvBmI/AAAAAAAABkA/jCf3oM4TWPU/s72-c/DSCF5557.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-301908742122717873</id><published>2008-09-19T14:11:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T14:33:28.824-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Walky Talky</title><content type='html'>First steps have finally arrived! While visiting my neighbor yesterday, Claudia pulled up to the ottoman, and walked right to me. I was so excited, and couldn't wait to go home and call Max. So all night we tried to get her to do it again, and alas, nada. Henry was the exact same. Right at 13 months he took about 4 steps, then didn't bother again for two more months. The average age kids start to walk is 15 months, and I'm a-okay with waiting awhile! Nonetheless, we are very excited for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry has begun to take on more of a helpful role with Claudia. He's been learning ho&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SNP8jK5x9RI/AAAAAAAABjw/ipifARhJTjk/s1600-h/DSCF5547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247815671969084690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SNP8jK5x9RI/AAAAAAAABjw/ipifARhJTjk/s200/DSCF5547.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;w to help her walk, how to feed her small pieces, and more. It's neat to see. He's also learned how to wrestle her and lure her in to bad behavior at the table (he slams his cup down, she laughs, then she does it, too. We then have milk splatter overload). It's funny much of the time, but of course as a parent, I can't laugh because it's not good manners. Did I mention she has also learned to clearly yell, "Mine!"? Henry said a lot of words, but "mine" wasn't one of them until much later. Ode to sibling-hood. In this picture he is looking at me wanting to know how much longer he has to share with Claudia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started taking a cake decorating class at Michael's a couple weeks ago..I'm excited to do it, especially as my first cake order looms! We have a design each week that we do, and c&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SNP8jlMCJTI/AAAAAAAABj4/m7bvVcZGf7c/s1600-h/DSCF5548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247815679024964914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SNP8jlMCJTI/AAAAAAAABj4/m7bvVcZGf7c/s200/DSCF5548.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ome home with a fully decorated cake. Here's my first one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max attended a conference in Springfield for a couple days this week, and came home with a new client! He is now doing work for State Farm, which is huge. I'm proud of how hard he's been working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now...enjoy the video of Claudia cracking up--albeit a bit dark. It just makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-adb6a9488660d4e" 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://v10.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0adb6a9488660d4e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331274908%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D34DDE73341EDBB6FE79CA5934AE9EC425FC63635.3A036C0E87DD414B1509CDC20884A86126A4115C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dadb6a9488660d4e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlTzDmuGIrgKINc68yPbsgkveBX4&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://v10.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0adb6a9488660d4e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331274908%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D34DDE73341EDBB6FE79CA5934AE9EC425FC63635.3A036C0E87DD414B1509CDC20884A86126A4115C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dadb6a9488660d4e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DlTzDmuGIrgKINc68yPbsgkveBX4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-301908742122717873?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=adb6a9488660d4e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/301908742122717873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=301908742122717873' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/301908742122717873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/301908742122717873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2008/09/walky-talky.html' title='Walky Talky'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SNP8jK5x9RI/AAAAAAAABjw/ipifARhJTjk/s72-c/DSCF5547.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-9043450801553196597</id><published>2008-09-08T16:43:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T18:04:43.145-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Cometh...Doggie Taken Away</title><content type='html'>Hooray for cooler weather! Talk about adding a spring to my step, the cooler weather has made our whole family a bit more energetic. It makes me excited that soon Claudia will be walking and we'll really be on the move. Speaking of Claudia, she is growing up so fast! Her hair is getting so long and curly, and she is learning quite quickly how to be a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never realized before having one of each how entirely different girls and boys are right from the start--at least my two! Claudia gets mad right away when something happens and she crawls right over to mommy or daddy with her little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whimper&lt;/span&gt;. Henry never did that stuff--he just sort of rolled with it and kept on playing. On the other hand, when Claudia hears me say "No", she actually listens to me and stops. Henry often times is so involved in what he's doing he doesn't even hear me. If you know a man, any man, even if you ARE a man, you know this to be true! ha ha! It's just fun to see how they are each growing up, and to watch their relationship grow. They actually wrestle with each other now, which doesn't always jive with my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;tendency&lt;/span&gt; to worry about tiny little Claudia, but the fact is she's going to be a tough little girl...my little tomboy. And Henry? He keeps talking about what life will be like when he's big like me, or big like Daddy. I will say, "When you're big like Daddy you can be a daddy." And he'll say, "No, I'm going to be an uncle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the picture of Claudia with her big pink &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doggie&lt;/span&gt;, Penelope?  Well that's as close as she's gonna get to getting a dog it seems.  She loves the little guys, but it turns out upon further testing that she is, in fact, allergic to dogs.  JUST dogs.  Not cats, not foods like Henry, dogs.  Total bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243788478225338114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SMWt1pHoTwI/AAAAAAAABPg/2cuqXg2ZOPo/s320/DSCF5353.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I don't have a ton to add, here's a conversation I had with Henry yesterday as we were walking along the river:&lt;br /&gt;Henry: There's a big waterfall, Mommy!&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh yes, that DOES look like a waterfall...that is called a Dam.&lt;br /&gt;Henry: Oh, so it's a Dam Waterfall!&lt;br /&gt;Me: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Ummmm&lt;/span&gt;....it's a Waterfall Dam?&lt;br /&gt;Okay, on to the pics from the last two weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SMWtXIPH2nI/AAAAAAAABOw/NxlHnmcgx74/s1600-h/DSCF5477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243787954002319986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SMWtXIPH2nI/AAAAAAAABOw/NxlHnmcgx74/s320/DSCF5477.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Henry watching his Michael &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Buble&lt;/span&gt; videos before bedtime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243788473740596994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SMWt1YaYlwI/AAAAAAAABPY/VkMZTogEsAM/s320/DSCF5508.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Claudia swinging--in case it wasn't obvious.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SMWtXe--v8I/AAAAAAAABO4/NUEPlBXBPgE/s1600-h/DSCF5485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243787960108629954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SMWtXe--v8I/AAAAAAAABO4/NUEPlBXBPgE/s320/DSCF5485.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ready for church!  Do I look like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Suri&lt;/span&gt; Cruise in this dress?  Thank Meghan &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Wargo's&lt;/span&gt; uncle...he has great taste and we love getting all the goodies! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SMWtX-VegqI/AAAAAAAABPA/_GZS_sCoKwQ/s1600-h/DSCF5486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243787968524485282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SMWtX-VegqI/AAAAAAAABPA/_GZS_sCoKwQ/s320/DSCF5486.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Claudia at the park...she totally crashed on the way there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SMWtYGLFlhI/AAAAAAAABPI/niGCIgEIFHk/s1600-h/DSCF5502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243787970628392466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SMWtYGLFlhI/AAAAAAAABPI/niGCIgEIFHk/s320/DSCF5502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Henry climbing up the ropes for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SMWtYbeJ8-I/AAAAAAAABPQ/9Y4cSjqNpLE/s1600-h/DSCF5505.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243787976345514978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SMWtYbeJ8-I/AAAAAAAABPQ/9Y4cSjqNpLE/s320/DSCF5505.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And now little sister will give 'er a shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-9043450801553196597?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/9043450801553196597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=9043450801553196597' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/9043450801553196597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/9043450801553196597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2008/09/fall-comethdoggie-taken-away.html' title='Fall Cometh...Doggie Taken Away'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SMWt1pHoTwI/AAAAAAAABPg/2cuqXg2ZOPo/s72-c/DSCF5353.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-1719322381975306988</id><published>2008-09-02T12:17:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T15:04:38.484-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a bird, it's a plane, it's Supermom!</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had someone sort of casually let you know they are more of a super mom than you because of one reason or another? Let's see....they have more children, they work more, they don't work at all, they create beautiful crafts, they have a cleaner home, they have more things, they take more vacations, they go to more museums, they aren't "typical", their kids are clearly smarter, cuter, better....come on. We all know someone who's done this. And let's be real, we've all had a thought or two the other way around as well. I'll admit it! My friend &lt;a href="http://schworris.com/"&gt;Sam&lt;/a&gt; once said, "Each family has their own plan, and in the end we all try our best to be the best mom we can." True dat, sister. So for no reason at all except that I'm feeling overly emotional today, I want to say why I think my friends are supermoms. Enjoy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michele R&lt;/strong&gt;: Because she doesn't know it yet, but motherhood will fit her and she will conquer things she never knew she could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amy&lt;/strong&gt;: Because she knew she was meant to be a mom, so when things didn't work out as planned, she adopted not one, but two wonderful children from Guatemala and has created the most loving home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sam&lt;/strong&gt;: Because in the best interest of her children and her husband's dream, she moved away from a home she'd built and lived in, great neighbors, and a great (albeit too many hours) job. And she is always in the moment with her kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Michelle W&lt;/strong&gt;: Because after having spent 3 days with her family in just two rooms, I saw how amazing she is with her children--her level of patience is one to strive for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mary&lt;/strong&gt;: Because as a full-time working mom she never complains...ever. She makes motherhood look so straight forward and effortless...even when she beat cancer. She's one of the strongest women I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kelley&lt;/strong&gt;: Because she has allowed motherhood to take over. She has a light in her eyes every time she looks not just at her daughter, but at anyones child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jen B&lt;/strong&gt;: Because in the face of grief--the kind every mother fears the most, she has since had two healthy girls and has made them the center of her life--and does a damn good job, if I do say so myself! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jenny K&lt;/strong&gt;: Because she is always enjoying her daughter and never takes things too seriously...there are very few times I drive past her home and don't see them playing together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Val&lt;/strong&gt;: Because she sacrificed time to allow her husband to follow his dream, and makes each open moment count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Emma&lt;/strong&gt;: Because she is getting ready to take on a third baby boy! I cannot wait to learn from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brooke&lt;/strong&gt;: Because she manages to have quality time with her son as well as keep up hobbies that are fulfilling to her. It's such a healthy way to maintain balance and love in the home and I envy her interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tia&lt;/strong&gt;: Because she keeps it real. She is always honest with herself, her children, and her husband. Having a husband in the military and having him be away for lengths of time is not easy...how she balances it all, I will never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Laura: &lt;/strong&gt;Because she is simply kind.  Always.  She never has a bad word to say, always thinks of both sides.  She is raising her daughter in probably the most spiritual way I have seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope I'm not missing any friends!!! Anyway, you are all unique to motherhood and outstanding! In the words of Sam, we moms need to stick together and build one another up. Our similarities for loving our children and doing our best far out weigh the differences in how we spend our daily life. And as you can see, I'm having a hormonal day. ;) Hope I was able to give you a smile today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care, have a great week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-1719322381975306988?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1719322381975306988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=1719322381975306988' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/1719322381975306988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/1719322381975306988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-bird-its-plane-its-supermom.html' title='It&apos;s a bird, it&apos;s a plane, it&apos;s Supermom!'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-4448664274145797491</id><published>2008-08-29T14:50:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T08:23:43.004-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Crazy Summer</title><content type='html'>Vacation was a blast. We adore our friends the Wargos, and their children are so great. Meghan is just a few weeks older than Henry, and Danny is a few weeks younger than Claudia, so it's always so easy getting together. It was hysterical watching how Meghan and Henry played together as they both have imaginations that are growing....but Meghan's involves Prince Eric, and Henry's involves Lightning McQueen. So here is a typical example of their conversations as they were playing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meghan: The dragon is sleeping! Be very quiet! We need to rescue him....where is Prince Eric? Prince Eric? Prince Eric?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Henry: We will rescue you with this van! Meghan, Prince Eric is in the van!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meghan: Prince Eric is &lt;/em&gt;not &lt;em&gt;in the van, Henry, hurry, we must find him!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many, many pictures below of our trip. We also enjoyed watching the DNC speeches at night and talking about them on the porch when the kids went to bed, with beer in hand, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, our trip was fun. Crazy water slides, lots of nap-coordinating, yummy Italian dinner, great friends, deer/duck/giraffe feeding, and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SLhWbRLmn_I/AAAAAAAABOA/A6FqD4QOBgI/s1600-h/DSCF5463.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240033192914100210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SLhWbRLmn_I/AAAAAAAABOA/A6FqD4QOBgI/s320/DSCF5463.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Story Book Gardens--inside the Little Red Schoolhouse. Can you tell what Henry will be like in school? I think he may be the resident goofball, who gets great grades, of course. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SLhWbmXpWhI/AAAAAAAABOI/l2MOJGN3gCc/s1600-h/DSCF5466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240033198601755154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SLhWbmXpWhI/AAAAAAAABOI/l2MOJGN3gCc/s320/DSCF5466.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Cinderella's castle. Henry was eating his first push-up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Aren't those supposed to be &lt;em&gt;easy &lt;/em&gt;to eat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SLhWb4M8QbI/AAAAAAAABOQ/qnYx-DPwYaU/s1600-h/DSCF5472.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240033203388694962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SLhWb4M8QbI/AAAAAAAABOQ/qnYx-DPwYaU/s320/DSCF5472.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The giraffe the kids got to feed...it was so cool to be so close to one! I wasn't too thrilled about the small space he had to live, but he did get a ton of snacks from the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SLhWcLiA_WI/AAAAAAAABOY/_U53Ws9jCVk/s1600-h/DSCF5467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240033208577359202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SLhWcLiA_WI/AAAAAAAABOY/_U53Ws9jCVk/s320/DSCF5467.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I didn't realize this was a soldier, but that's okay. This picture was taken about 1 minute &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;before Claudia finally fell asleep for the rest of the afternoon! Pooped out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SLhVJhjrDhI/AAAAAAAABNY/_2DCL_pxJ9w/s1600-h/DSCF5424.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240031788560748050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SLhVJhjrDhI/AAAAAAAABNY/_2DCL_pxJ9w/s320/DSCF5424.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was one of the only times Henry and Claudia played together during the trip &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;b/c he had his best friend with him. She loved this water swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SLhVKKQqwlI/AAAAAAAABNg/aAnCQHhRX_k/s1600-h/DSCF5421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240031799486890578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SLhVKKQqwlI/AAAAAAAABNg/aAnCQHhRX_k/s320/DSCF5421.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Danny and Claudia exercising a little parallel play!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SLhVKRr_jkI/AAAAAAAABNo/k0YEwaDZP04/s1600-h/DSCF5428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240031801480547906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SLhVKRr_jkI/AAAAAAAABNo/k0YEwaDZP04/s320/DSCF5428.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Henry finally braved a water slide...it was too fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SLhVKlPNccI/AAAAAAAABNw/VUBJBMRdyZk/s1600-h/DSCF5440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240031806728532418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SLhVKlPNccI/AAAAAAAABNw/VUBJBMRdyZk/s320/DSCF5440.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The garden train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SLhVK9lbqaI/AAAAAAAABN4/F8KBJ6ANNLo/s1600-h/DSCF5457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240031813264189858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SLhVK9lbqaI/AAAAAAAABN4/F8KBJ6ANNLo/s320/DSCF5457.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Henry and Claudia checking out the kangaroos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SLhT6GgomuI/AAAAAAAABMw/3rFT2lnCSQk/s1600-h/DSCF5364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240030424090581730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SLhT6GgomuI/AAAAAAAABMw/3rFT2lnCSQk/s320/DSCF5364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Henry and Meghan having a great time exploring the hotel room when we first got there...right before heading to the pool. Those two were so funny together...just a coupla 3 year olds!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SLhT6X7dWWI/AAAAAAAABM4/4FQvsn_GUX0/s1600-h/DSCF5371.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240030428766493026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SLhT6X7dWWI/AAAAAAAABM4/4FQvsn_GUX0/s320/DSCF5371.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Claudia and her "doggie". Obviously, not a doggie, but that's okay. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;She's 1, and she loves all 4-legged friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SLhT6uQHM4I/AAAAAAAABNA/7vzXG0nihWQ/s1600-h/DSCF5377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240030434758701954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SLhT6uQHM4I/AAAAAAAABNA/7vzXG0nihWQ/s320/DSCF5377.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Feeding the deer...although Claudia didn't want to give her deer crackers away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SLhT68fLfGI/AAAAAAAABNI/Behi266o1Ao/s1600-h/DSCF5382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240030438579993698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SLhT68fLfGI/AAAAAAAABNI/Behi266o1Ao/s320/DSCF5382.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dozens of deer would walk right up to you...so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SLhT7F13IOI/AAAAAAAABNQ/hDq5tItxuS0/s1600-h/DSCF5413.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240030441091047650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SLhT7F13IOI/AAAAAAAABNQ/hDq5tItxuS0/s320/DSCF5413.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saving the best for last, this is my husband climbing out of the pool after riding the craziest water slide ever. Pitch black all the way down and then you hit this huge bowl that pushes you out on top of the water. Totally intense!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. I forgot to mention where we went!  Wisconsin Dells, &lt;a href="http://www.kalahariresort.com/"&gt;Kalahari Resort&lt;/a&gt;.  Thanks for reminding me, Kelly!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-4448664274145797491?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4448664274145797491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=4448664274145797491' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/4448664274145797491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/4448664274145797491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-crazy-summer.html' title='One Crazy Summer'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SLhWbRLmn_I/AAAAAAAABOA/A6FqD4QOBgI/s72-c/DSCF5463.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-217881145312864281</id><published>2008-08-23T13:26:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T14:55:42.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the Season for Parasites</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Warning: This post is just about me. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SLBWnWfqfpI/AAAAAAAABMo/AwSSFGG_GcA/s1600-h/DSCF5358.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237781600685162130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SLBWnWfqfpI/AAAAAAAABMo/AwSSFGG_GcA/s320/DSCF5358.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work hard to be a good host at our parties. Being a good host and making others feel welcome and appreciated is something I've always strived to do. If you know me, then you know that fact about me. But then sometimes I get bitten. Exhibit A: Above is a picture of me being a good hostess...to more than 15 little mosquitoes in a very short time. It was a small outing, I applied the proper goo so as to not let the little pests into my life. Alas, my protection wasn't strong enough and I got attacked. I have mentioned to people in the past that bugs like me...they seek me out as if they smell my weaknesses and then just when I think I'm safe and that I can trust being among them, it never fails. So my friends, this is my evidence. And I won't lie, it friggin' hurts! What did I do to deserve all those nibbles? So, like everything that comes in life, there is a season, and this is mine--or rather the mosquito's! Soon, the frost will come and I won't have to put myself among these little blood suckers until spring, at which point I can hope they'll find a new host to feed upon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't told many people this because it's the one area where I have felt the most shame. I used to be thin, and very in shape. I ran competitively at St. Kates, then continued my favorite hobby until a certain person entered my life and convinced me that free weights body building was where it was at, (as well as hiding food from me and treating me like gum on his shoe) and thus began my decent into obesity. This is my own battle, and I do not judge others, but for me my relationship with food and my body has since been a real struggle. I joined Curves recently...I used to feel like it wasn't for me...I was a "real" athlete. But I have let myself down drastically and therefore decided to check it out. I love to be surprised, and let me tell you, I was. It is the first gym I have been in a very long time where people are friendly and so encouraging. The trainers don't lurk over you and ask to see your food chart. Size 2 trainers don't roll their eyes at you when you couldn't make it last week. And I'm happy to report that today I started to notice a difference--my calves fit into a machine with ease, which hasn't happened in a long time. So while most of you have been so kind as to ignore my tremendous weight gain, I can say that I'm on my way back down. It's best for me, my kids, and my "love life!" Thank you, Max, for being flexible enough to watch the kids so I can go. I truly appreciate your love and support.  It's a wonderful thing to be loved for just who you are, but it's also encouraging to be loved for what you could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is our vacation and I'm so excited. As you know, we don't have family nearby, and most of our friends live 45+ minutes away so hanging out on a regular basis is difficult--to say nothing of simply getting a sitter! I'm very excited...not just for the kids, but for our family. Getting away and being with friends who we know well is good for us. We planned it well...it's inexpensive when you bring your own food and go after the summer rush. We are psyched! So have a great week, and send us good weather wishes! :) Love you all....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-217881145312864281?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/217881145312864281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=217881145312864281' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/217881145312864281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/217881145312864281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2008/08/tis-season-for-pests.html' title='Tis the Season for Parasites'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SLBWnWfqfpI/AAAAAAAABMo/AwSSFGG_GcA/s72-c/DSCF5358.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-6966371579230468523</id><published>2008-08-19T18:20:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T20:52:44.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big 0-1, and then Some!</title><content type='html'>We had our traditional 1 year old party with family on Saturday and it was really great. The weather was awesome, we enjoyed our families, and we also got to see the Regan's, which is always nice. Emily Regan turns 1 in a few days, so she and Claudia were fun to watch. After the party my mom stayed with us for a few days and got to see the kids in action at the Geneva Splash pad. Thanks so much to our family and friends who remembered Claudia on her special day! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Aside from Claudia's birthday, we've just been trying to do a lot lately...I've been wanting to get out of the house as much as possible, so we've been to every zoo around (Cosley, Blackberry, Lincoln Park), the butterfly house at Peck Farm, Red Oak Nature Center, and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;This coming weekend we're very excited to be taking our first family vacation at an actual hotel. Most of the people we know are pretty used to taking vacations, but we haven't since our honeymoon and are very, very excited. We are going with our friends, the Wargos, who have children the same age as us. We rented a condo and so after the kids go to bed, we get to hang out with our adult friends and not have to drive. Whoo hoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Here are pics from the party. Please do enjoy (thanks &lt;a href="http://www.eonline.com/on/shows/thesoup/"&gt;Joel McHale &lt;/a&gt;for getting that stuck in my head!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Henry lurking over the cake...I can't tell you how many times he tried to get his little paws on it! He was a good boy, though. It's a strawberry shapped cake that was fun to make as her favorite book right now is called, &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/booksearch/isbnInquiry.asp?r=1&amp;amp;ISBN=9780859531825&amp;amp;ourl=The%2DLittle%2DMouse%2DThe%2DRed%2DRipe%2DStrawberry%2Dand%2DThe%2DBig%2DHungry%2DBear%2FAudrey%2DWood"&gt;The Big Hungry Bear and the Red Ripe Strawberry&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236376636990742978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SKtYzs384cI/AAAAAAAABLo/LLVaSdVGgU0/s320/DSCF5241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Claudia getting ready to blow out her candle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236376661148517154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SKtY1G3nQyI/AAAAAAAABMA/4Wk8A3Sw0O0/s320/DSCF5275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Auntie Brooke, Uncle Noah and Cousin Braxton.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236396610529403426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SKtq-UGqIiI/AAAAAAAABMQ/KVZOiN_rIPU/s320/DSCF5313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Claudia and her big plush puppy Penelope, provided by her Auntie Wendy and Cousin Austin...quite possibly her favorite thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SKtq-sZ8XdI/AAAAAAAABMY/k5hnqvj3sCA/s1600-h/DSCF5263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236396617052741074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SKtq-sZ8XdI/AAAAAAAABMY/k5hnqvj3sCA/s320/DSCF5263.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Just hanging out with my Aunt, Uncle Adie and Austin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SKtq-yBQH3I/AAAAAAAABMg/IM7OK4IWQUo/s1600-h/DSCF5246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236396618559790962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SKtq-yBQH3I/AAAAAAAABMg/IM7OK4IWQUo/s320/DSCF5246.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kelley R (doesn't she look so awesome in this picture???) getting a smooch from Claudia...Emily hanging out in the pigtails that I had to put in her hair immediately upon her arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SKtY0fT6RJI/AAAAAAAABLw/bvNop_9fmhc/s1600-h/DSCF5265.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236376650529784978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SKtY0fT6RJI/AAAAAAAABLw/bvNop_9fmhc/s320/DSCF5265.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This picture just makes me laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SKtY0u0VcFI/AAAAAAAABL4/jpXLgrhG9Sw/s1600-h/DSCF5269.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236376654692315218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SKtY0u0VcFI/AAAAAAAABL4/jpXLgrhG9Sw/s320/DSCF5269.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Henry making Claudia feed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SKtY1Vque-I/AAAAAAAABMI/a0oqL4Goig4/s1600-h/DSCF5293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236376665120996322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SKtY1Vque-I/AAAAAAAABMI/a0oqL4Goig4/s320/DSCF5293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-6966371579230468523?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/6966371579230468523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=6966371579230468523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/6966371579230468523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/6966371579230468523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2008/08/big-0-1-and-then-some.html' title='The Big 0-1, and then Some!'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SKtYzs384cI/AAAAAAAABLo/LLVaSdVGgU0/s72-c/DSCF5241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-4853041018933083767</id><published>2008-08-14T21:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T21:21:49.495-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Claudia is 1 year old today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated by going to Lincoln Park Zoo and meeting up with our friends the Borzenskis. Good times! Enjoy the pictures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234562548129979714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SKTm51PZ3UI/AAAAAAAABLE/glqQulHJKS0/s320/DSCF5237.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Claudia eating her "cake" tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SKTm4CVWw9I/AAAAAAAABK0/G7ROiaL6iBo/s1600-h/DSCF5208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234562517284864978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SKTm4CVWw9I/AAAAAAAABK0/G7ROiaL6iBo/s320/DSCF5208.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Henry and Lillie B looking for the warthog...he never showed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SKTm5ukn9MI/AAAAAAAABK8/om679Bkq00g/s1600-h/DSCF5207.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234562546339935426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SKTm5ukn9MI/AAAAAAAABK8/om679Bkq00g/s320/DSCF5207.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Henry running to me....Moooommmmmyyyy!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234562513018864034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SKTm3ycQwaI/AAAAAAAABKs/Ms1J9HNRIFo/s320/DSCF5196.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; Lillie B enjoying her chocolate cone.  Every last drip.  Yum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SKTl91tKHZI/AAAAAAAABKE/lrM0BIMXgoo/s1600-h/DSCF5219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234561517462625682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SKTl91tKHZI/AAAAAAAABKE/lrM0BIMXgoo/s320/DSCF5219.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Claudia getting ready to open her gifts...or rather, getting ready to watch &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;her brother do all the work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SKTl-AWZa6I/AAAAAAAABKM/f6M0LoB3S0E/s1600-h/DSCF5187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234561520319949730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SKTl-AWZa6I/AAAAAAAABKM/f6M0LoB3S0E/s320/DSCF5187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A moment....my baby is growing up too fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SKTl-aTxCNI/AAAAAAAABKU/nWT68eR1IuE/s1600-h/DSCF5201.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234561527288236242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SKTl-aTxCNI/AAAAAAAABKU/nWT68eR1IuE/s320/DSCF5201.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I LOVE ice cream!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SKTl-89zXiI/AAAAAAAABKc/AdYZTFhuEys/s1600-h/DSCF5177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234561536591355426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SKTl-89zXiI/AAAAAAAABKc/AdYZTFhuEys/s320/DSCF5177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The mud puddle that almost kept us from getting to the zoo...this was &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;the most interested Henry was in things all day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SKTl_D528QI/AAAAAAAABKk/qgEA1BGNS1E/s1600-h/DSCF5205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234561538453860610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SKTl_D528QI/AAAAAAAABKk/qgEA1BGNS1E/s320/DSCF5205.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Henry Livingston Seagull...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-4853041018933083767?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4853041018933083767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=4853041018933083767' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/4853041018933083767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/4853041018933083767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday!'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SKTm51PZ3UI/AAAAAAAABLE/glqQulHJKS0/s72-c/DSCF5237.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-1448509799543990301</id><published>2008-08-06T16:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T15:55:55.965-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Playing a Little Catch-Up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SJofX0gwMwI/AAAAAAAABEk/ghYhA_TVwq8/s1600-h/DSCF5009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231528411237724930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SJofX0gwMwI/AAAAAAAABEk/ghYhA_TVwq8/s200/DSCF5009.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's been a few weeks...let's just say that this has been a pretty lazy, yet busy, summer and I can't believe it's coming to an end! Some tidbits from the last couple weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Henry went to his GP's up in Racine for a few days, which was fun for him, but totally weird for me! Wow, you find out fast how adding to your family adds so many steps to your daily routine. With just Claudia, I was able to finally finish the bathroom downstairs, dinner was a snap, I worked out every day, and more! But then on the other end, is was like this piece was missing and I couldn't wait to have my little ball of energy back--and neither could Claudia! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;__&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SJofX3_ysXI/AAAAAAAABEs/ZspvoHNSONw/s1600-h/DSCF5043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231528412173218162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SJofX3_ysXI/AAAAAAAABEs/ZspvoHNSONw/s200/DSCF5043.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We went to WI to pick Henry up and also to celebrate Auntie Brooke's 30th birthday. Geesh, I'm getting old! We had a blast, to say the least. She and Noah's friends are really great...they are all very happy, fun people, and it always makes for a good time. They are a good, cohesive group and we had a ton of fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;__&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Claudia has two more teeth, and two ready to pop. She is just so darn cute, if I do say myself. She tends to charm the socks off every 7 year old girl that comes our way...we went to a Kane County Cougars game with our church last night and I think every girl un&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SJofYGqaB2I/AAAAAAAABE0/wodSUJLRQ3c/s1600-h/DSCF5110.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231528416110053218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SJofYGqaB2I/AAAAAAAABE0/wodSUJLRQ3c/s200/DSCF5110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;der 10 hovered around us so they could talk to her! Henry, meanwhile, enjoyed the many snacks his father bought...peanuts, funnel cake, cheese fries....geesh! I salivated. We had fun...and as we are discovering, enjoying Holy Cross. The people we meet are all so down to earth, fun, and never preachy. Nobody ever says, "Where have you been?" I always hated feeling I had to explain, "Well we don't have family here so we are out of town a lot..." and the people at this congregation seem much less judgmental. They also have big families and seem to always be encouraging us to keep having babies in very subtle ways, which of course I love! :) Ahhhh, Catholicism is so me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;__&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SJofYhR-JjI/AAAAAAAABE8/q8NYgSfxjt4/s1600-h/DSCF5118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231528423255320114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SJofYhR-JjI/AAAAAAAABE8/q8NYgSfxjt4/s200/DSCF5118.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Max's firm is finally cashing in! I know it's in poor taste to put that on here, but it's been a long 6 months and it feels so good to have some income. Thanks again for those of you who have supported us during this adventure!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;__&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have many things coming up and are so excited:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SJofY47Z8kI/AAAAAAAABFE/Gs2wLyvZiCc/s1600-h/DSCF5119.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231528429603123778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SJofY47Z8kI/AAAAAAAABFE/Gs2wLyvZiCc/s200/DSCF5119.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Claudia is turning 1 on August 14th!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. My closest friend ever, Tia, and her family are coming to visit!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. We have our first family vacation together in two weeks....hooray!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Anniversary...holy cow...it's only been 4 years? It's hard to believe (and I mean that in a good way!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So have a great rest of the week...and enjoy the new pics!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-1448509799543990301?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1448509799543990301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=1448509799543990301' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/1448509799543990301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/1448509799543990301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2008/08/playing-little-catch-up.html' title='Playing a Little Catch-Up!'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SJofX0gwMwI/AAAAAAAABEk/ghYhA_TVwq8/s72-c/DSCF5009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-3297011898933138822</id><published>2008-07-17T20:33:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T15:53:30.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Michael Buble, Anyone?</title><content type='html'>It started while we were on a errand...as usual Henry and I were listening to the car radio and this song came on. He got excited and said, "That's the song they play at nap time at school!" So we listened, and it was a nice song. Weeks go by and he becomes more obsessed. Finally today I asked Miss Drita what CD she plays at rest time and she said &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fDQnkYwfNfk"&gt;Michael Buble&lt;/a&gt;. I've never listened to him, nor have I actually bought a CD other than night time classical in years. But I knew we had to get it. So Henry and I set out this evening to Best Buy in search of the song, "Home" by this man. He could &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;wait. As soon as it was purchased we were in the car. Henry knows every word. And not only that, he knows the whole CD, word for word. Luckily, I rather liked the CD and MB's old school style. So, we listened to it at dinner (we were instructed not to talk, or to turn it off in the middle of a song--no joke--turns out he really has a Max streak), after dinner, and for the first time in months, he is listening to it at bedtime. Thanks Miss Drita, and thanks Michael Buble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;On a walk today in Geneva, Henry stopped at nearly every tree trunk and proceeded to say the following, "Hi tree, you be warm with your grass. I love you, and you stay here. I'll come back soon to make sure you're okay." I love my little tree hugger...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SIZBorgdnSI/AAAAAAAABEU/f4QVfcbhAeA/s1600-h/DSCF4947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225936584739495202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SIZBorgdnSI/AAAAAAAABEU/f4QVfcbhAeA/s320/DSCF4947.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Henry had his first visit to the dentist. We did a full week of preparation. Went to the library together to pick out books, practiced counting our teeth, used an electric toothbrush, and he was excited to say the least. We get there and he sits on the couch and says, "I don't like opening my mouth for people." This followed a bit of whining and griping, but thankfully Becky the hygienist (not me) was wonderful. He did great! We celebrating with lunch just the two of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Claudia knew how to pull up to standing before, but now she's a maniac. She has really gotten it down! She also learned to climb our steps this past weekend...first at the&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SIZBozyS3HI/AAAAAAAABEc/swhv-2h0zKs/s1600-h/claudia+and+Blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225936586961771634" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SIZBozyS3HI/AAAAAAAABEc/swhv-2h0zKs/s320/claudia+and+Blue.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Wargo's house, then ours. anyone want to come install a gate?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In addition, she officially wants whatever her brother has....toys, food, you name it. Today as I was feeding her yogurt, he was eating a granola bar. She about ripped my arm off telling me, "NO!" and pointing to Henry's bar. Then, Henry being a good big brother, walked over, sung her a song, then said, "It's okay Claudia, you can have some of mine." I literally misted on the spot. Below I'm posted a video of them playing together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually got an order to make a cake for someone! It was such a surprise...but I'm so flattered. Wish me luck!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Max's firm is going well. We're still awaiting the financial parts to come through but it's there. We know it's coming, but the waiting game is awful on the psyche sometimes. Thankfully I have some good listeners for those moments of doubt and Max has all the hope in the world so we should be just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, congratulations to Doug, Mary and Madelyn Greve! Their new baby boy was born as I was predicting in my last post. We're so happy for you all, and baby Andrew has a wonderful family to grow up with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8db5aaa62d5451a5" 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://v4.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8db5aaa62d5451a5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331274908%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D534C7A2CBCB0704B34FF0D1B514F1587C18BFB4.66DE1428FC88BA828B65ADCB3B893B462A89207A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8db5aaa62d5451a5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZ_uZzzLGPvCmR9key7AF-CNtboo&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://v4.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8db5aaa62d5451a5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331274908%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D534C7A2CBCB0704B34FF0D1B514F1587C18BFB4.66DE1428FC88BA828B65ADCB3B893B462A89207A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8db5aaa62d5451a5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DZ_uZzzLGPvCmR9key7AF-CNtboo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-3297011898933138822?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=8db5aaa62d5451a5&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3297011898933138822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=3297011898933138822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/3297011898933138822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/3297011898933138822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2008/07/little-michael-buble-anyone.html' title='A Little Michael Buble, Anyone?'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SIZBorgdnSI/AAAAAAAABEU/f4QVfcbhAeA/s72-c/DSCF4947.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-6913335004956547443</id><published>2008-07-15T12:01:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T22:28:08.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Here We Go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SH1oSbqtFnI/AAAAAAAABDk/F81FCI33QFs/s1600-h/bathtime+laughs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223445808693450354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SH1oSbqtFnI/AAAAAAAABDk/F81FCI33QFs/s200/bathtime+laughs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Doggie, Thank you, Cheese. These are a few of Claudia's latest words. Hard to believe, I know! The kicker was the other night at dinner. We were eating with my sister, nephew and mom and suddenly Claudia says, "Here we go!" I know, I didn't believe it either. But we all looked at each other and repeated it--clear as day. I don't think she knows what it means, but she definitely likes to mimic sounds and it's fun to hear what she says. She has a good teacher, too. Henry is always pointing things out to her and explaining their name and what they look like and do...he models for her, which is so cool to see. He was an early talker as well, so it seems they definitely both got the gift of gab. It will be interesting to see how it all works out as they grow older!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SH1oSgqwFTI/AAAAAAAABDs/Q44DyiSrv7c/s1600-h/DSCF4869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223445810035823922" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SH1oSgqwFTI/AAAAAAAABDs/Q44DyiSrv7c/s200/DSCF4869.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other Claudia news, in the last 12 hours she has cut two teeth--both uppers came in today. No wonder she was not sleeping! Two at the same time...ouch! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Henry and his language goes in another direction. The direction of "things I don't want my child to ever say". For example, when he got in trouble the other day for dumping his milk on the floor (which is carpeted as of late), he gave me a smirk and said, "I don't like you!" While I'm glad he is able to share his emotions, no parent wants to hear that! Luckily for me (and unluckily for him) I've heard a LOT of things from kids, so it doesn't phase me! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SH1oThHL4fI/AAAAAAAABEE/Jr6yFQcsW-Y/s1600-h/DSCF4903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223445827334955506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SH1oThHL4fI/AAAAAAAABEE/Jr6yFQcsW-Y/s200/DSCF4903.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other Henry news, he is very into the fact that Claudia can now wear pony tails. So much so, that I have created what I like to call, "Dino tails". I do a row of pony tails in the middle, like a stegosaurus. He's very pleased, but we're going on 3 days in a row...maybe tomorrow we can go in public sans dino tails!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Went to IC and saw all the damage from the floods...I wasn't there to see how it all has developed, but it was very shocking to see how it looks now. In my eyes, the campus by th&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SH1p-TfiBzI/AAAAAAAABEM/yncG9RjLaSw/s1600-h/DSCF4925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223447661924976434" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SH1p-TfiBzI/AAAAAAAABEM/yncG9RjLaSw/s200/DSCF4925.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e river looks almost war-torn. Sand bags still packed 10 feet high for about a mile, work crews and pumping trucks still emptying out the sewer water from the basements of campus buildings (I think, that's what it looked like), most of bridges are closed at night, and the hardest was seeing the mile-long stretch of businesses that carry a tattoo of the damage outside showing the height of the water. Then all the doors/windows are knocked out in every single building. The grass and landscaping all dead. We didn't get to see some parts b/c they are still blocked off, but we saw hundreds of volunteers walking around on Saturday night with shovels and tools, working in huge groups. Pretty amazing. I just want to say 'Thank you' to those of you who were kind enough t&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SH1oTCAgMHI/AAAAAAAABD0/d0-lLwikumM/s1600-h/DSCF4890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223445818985427058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SH1oTCAgMHI/AAAAAAAABD0/d0-lLwikumM/s200/DSCF4890.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;o ask how my family and friends who are there are doing. You have no idea how much a little question can mean to a person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I finish this less-than-inspiring post, I am fairly certain a good friend of mine is finally in labor and about to have her baby! I'm guessing a boy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a slow week (in the news of the Brusky house anyway), so have a good one!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-6913335004956547443?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/6913335004956547443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=6913335004956547443' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/6913335004956547443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/6913335004956547443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2008/07/here-we-go.html' title='Here We Go!'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SH1oSbqtFnI/AAAAAAAABDk/F81FCI33QFs/s72-c/bathtime+laughs.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-3074330967762483093</id><published>2008-07-02T21:05:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T14:32:53.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When You've Got Love In Your Life, Use It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SG0n6NA6FII/AAAAAAAAA-Y/ulUcmDEp8u0/s1600-h/DSCF4796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218871424071636098" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SG0n6NA6FII/AAAAAAAAA-Y/ulUcmDEp8u0/s200/DSCF4796.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First, the kids are great. Henry is definitely going through a new stage, testing his new "attitude" whenever he can. He is with kids his own age now, who likely have older siblings, so he is now saying things like, "Get away from me, Claudia!" But in the next sentence, he tells her he loves her and tries to make her laugh. Claudia is developing into quite the little spitfire. She is very charming, almost as if on cue. And she gets this little sneaky look in her eye when she and Henry start in on one another. Let's just say, thank God she has an older brother because I have a feeling I am going to need that little reassurance when she gets older!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SG0n6a8ni4I/AAAAAAAAA-g/uFZ6v88KrRA/s1600-h/DSCF4800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218871427811740546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SG0n6a8ni4I/AAAAAAAAA-g/uFZ6v88KrRA/s200/DSCF4800.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Second, Quinn and Mike's wedding went off without a hitch. It was really, really nice. I of course missed the kids, but it was fun keeping busy in other ways for a couple days!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SG0n7t31yaI/AAAAAAAAA-4/O5F931EFvmY/s1600-h/DSCF4720.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218871450071845282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SG0n7t31yaI/AAAAAAAAA-4/O5F931EFvmY/s200/DSCF4720.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On to the serious stuff. There are several people in my life right now who are going through &lt;em&gt;a lot&lt;/em&gt;. From fighting infertility to avoiding foreclosure (in one instance, both at the same time). Sick children, house selling, house buying, job loss, job change, flood damage, new babies, no babies after years of trying, marriage issues, cancer, loss of loved ones. You name it. We, too, are going through a few things, but I honestly feel I have been blessed with not only the time to work things through in my family, but also the time to be supportive of those I care about. What an opportunity, right? Having time to really help your friends when they need it the most. What I'm finding, however, is that many people don't know how to accept such an offer, or they feel doing so would only create more for them to do. For example, when I offered to watch one friend's children for her so she could get some much needed work done, her response was she couldn't accept because she couldn't repay me. Let me make this clear: A good friend doesn't ask to be repaid. We know if the tables were turned you'd do the same. I recently heard this line in a Lifetime show (yes, you read correctly) I watch, and it has struck a chord with &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SG0n6iP1JLI/AAAAAAAAA-o/II4SJF8dGUw/s1600-h/DSCF4804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218871429771371698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SG0n6iP1JLI/AAAAAAAAA-o/II4SJF8dGUw/s200/DSCF4804.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When you've got love in your life, use it&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; This line was used in response to a mother having lost her child. There are so many ways people can help. They can't pay the bills, buy your house, get you pregnant or cure an illness, but usually, if you're upset and hurting, your friend is probably nearby begging you to lean on her--so do it. You will feel better, and yes, your friend will feel good knowing you had trust in them to let them see you in your pain. That is how we survive, right? Nobody can truly "do it on their own". At least not in a way that leaves them feeling it was worth it. So, as the quote goes, if you have love in your life, use it. Because that, is in and of itself, loving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So all that being said, I want my friends and family to know I love you, and I'm here for you. I'm just a phone call or car ride away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SG0n64XgBrI/AAAAAAAAA-w/GfEHXvQUlOQ/s1600-h/DSCF4794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218871435709122226" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SG0n64XgBrI/AAAAAAAAA-w/GfEHXvQUlOQ/s200/DSCF4794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope you all have a wonderful holiday weekend! Stay safe, and be merry! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-3074330967762483093?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3074330967762483093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=3074330967762483093' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/3074330967762483093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/3074330967762483093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2008/07/when-youve-got-love-in-your-life-use-it.html' title='When You&apos;ve Got Love In Your Life, Use It'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SG0n6NA6FII/AAAAAAAAA-Y/ulUcmDEp8u0/s72-c/DSCF4796.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-3397541519686241920</id><published>2008-06-23T15:30:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T10:30:02.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You are Bigger Than Your Body</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SGALsnSeI9I/AAAAAAAAA9w/r90F1WR1fXw/s1600-h/DSCF4637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215181229583639506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SGALsnSeI9I/AAAAAAAAA9w/r90F1WR1fXw/s200/DSCF4637.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That is what Henry said to Max and I last night at dinner. At first we took it to mean we need to lose weight, in which case, we agreed! But then he said it again, "No, you are bigger than your body! We are all bigger than just our bodies!" Seems we have a little Dante on our hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the grind...Iowa City is starting to survey damage, and there are lots of ways to help. Let me know if you you are interested in any. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SGAQeUjy0oI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/mM8wvIylSQU/s1600-h/DSCF4675.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215186481595994754" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SGAQeUjy0oI/AAAAAAAAA-Q/mM8wvIylSQU/s200/DSCF4675.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Claudia is officially "crawling" now. It's more of a scoot, but whatever. A video is posted here on the day she became an official mover and shaker.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of Claudia, she knows a few more words. WOW, DOG, TICKLE TICKLE. And if you tell her to "shake it", she will start to dance. She cracks us all up! She will copy just about anything Henry does, so they will sit and fake laugh to each other until they are both cracking up. If I'm motivated, I'll post that video, too! Baseball is going well for Henry, and Claudia is a rhythm machine--she gets compliments each week at our belly dancing class. I, however, do not. Why? Because I may have rhythm, but I do NOT have coordination! It's fun, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SGALtN5E-iI/AAAAAAAAA94/_zgwbHXSQ9M/s1600-h/DSCF4647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215181239946115618" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SGALtN5E-iI/AAAAAAAAA94/_zgwbHXSQ9M/s200/DSCF4647.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Henry is excited for his Papa and Grandma M to come stay later this week while Max and I go to his sister Quinn's wedding--alone. Yes, that's what I wrote. ALONE. The last time we were alone, well, we now have a girl. We're so excited to spend time together, but on the other hand, when I think of a day without kisses from my babies, I get a little sad. But we need it. Every couple does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SGALuW2aiNI/AAAAAAAAA-I/NkTrJ8ZBM4s/s1600-h/DSCF4679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215181259530733778" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SGALuW2aiNI/AAAAAAAAA-I/NkTrJ8ZBM4s/s200/DSCF4679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We continue to pull in more clients for Max, he's busier every week. So now they just have to pay and we'll be set. We really appreciate all the support we've gotten from friends and family during this time--while it's exciting and we are sure it will be successful, that doesn't make it any less stressful when there are months of no income. So, thanks! OH---one big thing, Claudia is FINALLY insured. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One final thing--today I had an awesome radio day. When 'They Might Be Giants' suddenly came on what are normally pretty bland stations, I about lept for joy. And they got better and better. If gas wasn't so expensive, I'd have driven all day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's it! Have a great week!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Claudia crawling....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1ec30f5866de367d" 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" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c0c8145111780b33&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3397541519686241920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=3397541519686241920' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/3397541519686241920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/3397541519686241920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-are-bigger-than-your-body.html' title='You are Bigger Than Your Body'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SGALsnSeI9I/AAAAAAAAA9w/r90F1WR1fXw/s72-c/DSCF4637.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-1103076197968639352</id><published>2008-06-17T14:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T14:48:35.212-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That's the Hawkeye Spirit</title><content type='html'>That is what a woman being interviewed last Friday said when asked why she thinks so many people volunteered to help sand bag and makes meals. No kidding it's the Hawkeye spirit! Nearly every person I know volunteered doing something, and I could not be prouder. There is still a LOT to do...clean up is looking pretty bad, and with enrollment issues pending along with billions of other dollars that will be spent fixing things, there is no end in sight. And that's just Iowa City. I'm posting a few more pictures from yesterday below...after you take a look, consider my next question...would you be interested in being part of a fundraiser to help either the University or the community as a whole? I've been searching for a way to do something in my neck of the woods, like a walk to raise money, and am seeing just how much would need to be done. So, if you think of any good ideas, or want to get on board with me, please let me know!&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, kids are good...I will resume to pictures of them next week. Have a good one....and GO HAWKEYES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SFgUTLDNWbI/AAAAAAAAA9M/JcEpwB9cRjE/s1600-h/aerial+of+the+strip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212938888297666994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SFgUTLDNWbI/AAAAAAAAA9M/JcEpwB9cRjE/s320/aerial+of+the+strip.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SFgUTgr3NvI/AAAAAAAAA9U/R_ywjOUYV5s/s1600-h/june+16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212938894105327346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SFgUTgr3NvI/AAAAAAAAA9U/R_ywjOUYV5s/s320/june+16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SFgUTy6PvPI/AAAAAAAAA9c/Katqm0pO4Go/s1600-h/city+park+bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212938898997492978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SFgUTy6PvPI/AAAAAAAAA9c/Katqm0pO4Go/s320/city+park+bridge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-1103076197968639352?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1103076197968639352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=1103076197968639352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/1103076197968639352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/1103076197968639352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2008/06/thats-hawkeye-spirit.html' title='That&apos;s the Hawkeye Spirit'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SFgUTLDNWbI/AAAAAAAAA9M/JcEpwB9cRjE/s72-c/aerial+of+the+strip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-5342339127247881585</id><published>2008-06-13T10:39:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T16:15:56.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Water Never Hurt Anyone....Right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;As you know, I'm from Iowa City. I have pride in my hometown and most of my family and many friends are there. We planned a trip back to IC for Father's Day this weekend, and then it turned into more...we need to get there so I can help. I want to sand bag and help those who have been put out of their home. But we we can't get there because the flooding is so bad, there is literally no physical and safe way to drive there from here without making some serious detours. So here we are, watching it all on the news, reading the Press Citizen online, and hearing the stories from my parents and friends. It's not pretty. But here is what is so amazing....in all of this, I haven't heard anything--from the media or people I know--complain. That's Iowa for you. They take what their handed, and work it out. I have so much respect. This is not a small flood. This is catastrophic. And I don't hear whining, I hear calls for prayer, and plans to help. I'm proud of my little home state. In a state of crisis, it works together. And I'm proud to call it home. Here are some pictures from the paper today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SFKWPeEFKSI/AAAAAAAAA8A/rkuuzhualYY/s1600-h/lakefront+property.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211392911333468450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="195" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SFKWPeEFKSI/AAAAAAAAA8A/rkuuzhualYY/s200/lakefront+property.jpg" width="249" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211477558515634034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SFLjOlY-j3I/AAAAAAAAA8o/dZC--5IVcjs/s200/omg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SFKWPhJmMRI/AAAAAAAAA8I/ZNQEg8xZeeQ/s1600-h/res+dam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211392912161911058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SFKWPhJmMRI/AAAAAAAAA8I/ZNQEg8xZeeQ/s200/res+dam.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SFKWPxl7oaI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/eParPy_LHVg/s1600-h/homes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211392916575723938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SFKWPxl7oaI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/eParPy_LHVg/s200/homes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SFKWQOkYeGI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/pD-X-9pTmsA/s1600-h/Iowa+City+building.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211392924353853538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SFKWQOkYeGI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/pD-X-9pTmsA/s200/Iowa+City+building.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SFKWQBBTRVI/AAAAAAAAA8g/VVenpGrA5r0/s1600-h/park+road+bridge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211392920717051218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SFKWQBBTRVI/AAAAAAAAA8g/VVenpGrA5r0/s200/park+road+bridge.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My family isn't there to help, as much as we'd like to, so we'll have to help through donations, but my prayers are there, and I just want to personally thank my friends who are out there today sand bagging or preparing meals and making a difference.&lt;/div&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/683703771031398477-5342339127247881585?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/5342339127247881585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=5342339127247881585' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/5342339127247881585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/5342339127247881585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2008/06/little-water-never-hurt-anyoneright.html' title='A Little Water Never Hurt Anyone....Right?'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SFKWPeEFKSI/AAAAAAAAA8A/rkuuzhualYY/s72-c/lakefront+property.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-2555554115937597834</id><published>2008-06-09T09:28:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T17:35:53.345-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Poopyhead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SE2ewNjL_hI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/CXPnFCcQJo0/s1600-h/art+is+fun.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209994895045688850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SE2ewNjL_hI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/CXPnFCcQJo0/s200/art+is+fun.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ahhhh&lt;/span&gt; yes. For all the perks of Henry being around plenty of other boys his own age comes the added pleasure of a growing vocabulary. As we're sitting at dinner the other day, Henry begins his conversation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Adam called Alex a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;poopyhead&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"A what?" I say, then quickly realize I've asked him to repeat the word. Henry gets a smirk on his face, knowing it's a word he probably shouldn't say, but I've just allowed him to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Poopyhead&lt;/span&gt;." giggle. "Alex said, 'Don't you talk to me right now.' We don't use that &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SE2ew7N9qWI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/HrB2zJK_sU0/s1600-h/YOU+better+get+to+work.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209994907304700258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SE2ew7N9qWI/AAAAAAAAA7Y/HrB2zJK_sU0/s200/YOU+better+get+to+work.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;word, right Mommy?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only this were the worst of words yet to come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;___&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The flu continued it's quest to blanket our home. It struck Max in mild form mid-week, and I got it bright and early on Saturday morning. Thankfully Claudia has not gotten it--knock on wood!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;___&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SE2ez80iu9I/AAAAAAAAA7o/FIaRpakZb50/s1600-h/DSCF4588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209994959274556370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SE2ez80iu9I/AAAAAAAAA7o/FIaRpakZb50/s200/DSCF4588.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Max's firm continues to bring in business, which is wonderful. Our only issue is that until anything actually settles, we don't have income. I'm considering working at night--it makes no sense to work during the day and put two kids in daycare...I wouldn't make enough to cover it. Let me know where you would work if you were to just have a "job" for the sake of extra cash with the poll above. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;___&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tuesday beings Henry's Lil' Sluggers baseball with his Daddy. He is so excited! He has his gear, and loves watching the guys on t.v. hit the ball. I can't wait! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SE2vMbVBJoI/AAAAAAAAA74/ylkKvyrFFnU/s1600-h/batter+batter+baseball.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210012971966736002" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SE2vMbVBJoI/AAAAAAAAA74/ylkKvyrFFnU/s200/batter+batter+baseball.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Claudia and I start our Mommy and Me Belly Dancing class tomorrow. However, I did not happen to notice where it's at--we have to leave 45 minutes before class even starts because I didn't realize it was 15 miles away! Nonetheless, I'm pretty psyched. My belly is ready for some attention, and Claudia will love the movement and music, no doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;___&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of poopyheads, here's the real issue we've been dealing with. Most of you who read this were friends with me about 10 years ago when I worked as a private teacher to a group of kids in a music group. If you don't know about any of this, I'm sorry, it's far too complicated to fill in the details on the blog, and you'd probably assume I am crazy, so we're all better off. Anyway, over the past 6 years I assumed that the parents of these children, one in particular, have had their childrens' best interest at heart. Unfortunately, I have learned this not to be the case and therefore I have stood up. So, please, if you do know what I'm referring to, keep my family in your prayers because this could be a very bumpy ride. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-2555554115937597834?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/2555554115937597834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=2555554115937597834' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/2555554115937597834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/2555554115937597834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-poopyhead.html' title='What a Poopyhead'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SE2ewNjL_hI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/CXPnFCcQJo0/s72-c/art+is+fun.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-8593046731833364927</id><published>2008-06-02T09:37:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T15:45:33.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life...it Happens.</title><content type='html'>What a busy week...here goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SERYOygpPPI/AAAAAAAAA6c/mExfzGvyNpc/s1600-h/she%27s+crawling!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207384080247241970" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SERYOygpPPI/AAAAAAAAA6c/mExfzGvyNpc/s200/she%27s+crawling!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Memorial Day we went to Lisle to visit an old friend of mine who I'd fallen out of touch with, Michele. She and I were really close friends and her family felt like my own, so it was wonderful to go visit her (she was back in town from Colorado) and her family. Henry had a blast playing with Michele's two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nieces&lt;/span&gt; and their big chocolate lab, and Claudia thoroughly enjoyed being licked over and over again by said dog! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;___&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Henry started his summer program on Tuesday--he goes just a few hours 2x/week to play with kids his own age and is already learning more. We loved &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Gingercare&lt;/span&gt;, but he needed a different kind of challenge and to learn to trust new people. Plus with all the construction the drive was costing more than the tuition! I was a wreck b/c I'd never left him with strangers before, but he fit right in and the report we got is that he is a great listener, cleans up after himself, and that he is very happy and helpful. It's just a few hours a week, but it's amazing how a new positive experience can help a child, and a parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;___&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SERYPT7WUMI/AAAAAAAAA6k/ranBJF1SGFQ/s1600-h/Henry+at+the+hospital.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207384089217618114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SERYPT7WUMI/AAAAAAAAA6k/ranBJF1SGFQ/s200/Henry+at+the+hospital.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then there was the stomach flu. Henry woke on Thursday night and ran to the toilet. That went on every hour for the next two days. It was &lt;em&gt;awful.&lt;/em&gt; By Saturday he couldn't even walk from weakness so he went in to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Delnor&lt;/span&gt; and they helped stabilize his blood sugar, which enabled him to take a great nap later that day and keep down some juice. He woke from a nap on Saturday at 6:15 pm, so I new he would not go to bed until late. Max was in Wisconsin with Claudia for previous plans with his family, so &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SERYPhn13NI/AAAAAAAAA6s/X__30pMO_qE/s1600-h/the+nap+that+saved+him.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207384092893895890" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SERYPhn13NI/AAAAAAAAA6s/X__30pMO_qE/s200/the+nap+that+saved+him.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Henry and I took off in the car for fresh air, pajamas and all. We ended up at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;riverwalk&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Batavia&lt;/span&gt;, and had such a wonderful time. After a new baby, there are just many life changes. But wow, did I learn a valuable lesson about my children--making time for each individually--unstructured, fun, easy time with just the two of us, is awesome--and necessary. While this is obvious and we worked on it before, there's a big difference between time alone together while your mind is occupied on groceries, and simply just having fun, not thinking about anything else. I love him so much. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SERYQJ5rYLI/AAAAAAAAA60/pi0Ivd60YwI/s1600-h/On+our+impromptu+date+in+pjs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207384103706124466" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SERYQJ5rYLI/AAAAAAAAA60/pi0Ivd60YwI/s200/On+our+impromptu+date+in+pjs.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although we cancelled all my plans--I had a tupperware party and plans with my friend Kelley to go to SATC, in the words of Emma Avery (Henry's friend Josh's mom), Life Happens. I have pictures posted of our journey on this day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;___&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Claudia has started to crawl! She doesn't go far, just a "step" or two, but she's finally doing it! We're very excited for her, and life at home just got busier. She is pointing to everything a&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SERYQcUrrpI/AAAAAAAAA68/OSaZZkDerW8/s1600-h/Claudia%27s+push+ups.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207384108651228818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SERYQcUrrpI/AAAAAAAAA68/OSaZZkDerW8/s200/Claudia%27s+push+ups.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nd &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;mimicking&lt;/span&gt; the words we tell her. This morning she said "pretty"-although I may be the only one to understand her pronunciation! She loves saying "toe" and her favorite is waving to people and shouting an exuberant "HI!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;___&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The garden...let's not talk about that. It's not lookin' so good. I think I should stick to potted plants! Darn learning curve...gets me every time! Thankfully, Henry doesn't care. He enjoys spraying the garden with the "fun" hose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;___&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A friend of our family, Sharon, passed away last week. We grew up with their family, and vice &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;versa&lt;/span&gt;. She had an amazingly loving relationship with her husband, and they were incredibly kind people. My thoughts and prayers are with her, Roger and their children. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;___&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have a meaningful week! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-8593046731833364927?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/8593046731833364927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=8593046731833364927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/8593046731833364927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/8593046731833364927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2008/06/lifeit-happens.html' title='Life...it Happens.'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SERYOygpPPI/AAAAAAAAA6c/mExfzGvyNpc/s72-c/she%27s+crawling!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-3662299485977609107</id><published>2008-05-27T10:39:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T11:16:03.731-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big 0-3</title><content type='html'>The birthday week is officially over! It gets more and more fun each year to watch Henry become a social, happy boy, and this party was no exception. His entrance, however, was! Henry worked very hard on Saturday morning to get ready, so after he got a shower to get ready, he decided he wanted to rest. Then friends began to arrive, and Henry still did not want to come down. He was so exhausted, he told me quite clearly, "I just want to take a break, Mommy." It's pretty hard to say no to a 3 year old in tears who has just said they are tired, so about an hour into the party, he came down and joined in the fun. All his friends were there, and we all had so much fun. He had so much fun that he wanted nothing to do with opening his gifts! I had contemplated requesting no gifts because he has never really been into the whole present thing--I'm torn on what to think. On the one hand, our friends took the time to purchase something thoughtful for him, so a little excitement is understandably expected. On the other hand, I love that he would rather play then "get things". So, thanks to everyone for bringing your smiles and joy to our day for Henry. It was so fun! Here are the pics, in no particular order--I apologize for putting up so many, but we are fortunate to have had so many wonderful friends there and want to show as many as possible...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205085961117059282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SDwuGpnBSNI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/PDD7rd-WZzU/s200/Blow!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205090801545202146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SDwygZnBSeI/AAAAAAAAA1Y/VCvdQD9bsnQ/s200/THe+Brusky%27s+for+Happy+Birthday.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SDwyfpnBScI/AAAAAAAAA1I/9c2AYWjgMrM/s1600-h/Megan+and+Ashlyn+%5Bthe+party+crasher!%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205090788660300226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SDwyfpnBScI/AAAAAAAAA1I/9c2AYWjgMrM/s200/Megan+and+Ashlyn+%5Bthe+party+crasher!%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SDwygJnBSdI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/fGFKeXjcgRI/s1600-h/Molly+teaching+Henry+a+hand+game.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205090797250234834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SDwygJnBSdI/AAAAAAAAA1Q/fGFKeXjcgRI/s200/Molly+teaching+Henry+a+hand+game.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SDwygpnBSfI/AAAAAAAAA1g/X6OjenlbTlQ/s1600-h/We+love+Ms+Laura.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205090805840169458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SDwygpnBSfI/AAAAAAAAA1g/X6OjenlbTlQ/s200/We+love+Ms+Laura.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SDwyg5nBSgI/AAAAAAAAA1o/9LpB2UdoFKA/s1600-h/Makenna.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205090810135136770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SDwyg5nBSgI/AAAAAAAAA1o/9LpB2UdoFKA/s200/Makenna.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SDww3pnBSXI/AAAAAAAAA0g/xMjF9AveWHc/s1600-h/The+Regans.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205089001953905010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SDww3pnBSXI/AAAAAAAAA0g/xMjF9AveWHc/s200/The+Regans.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SDww4JnBSYI/AAAAAAAAA0o/rNolmoAvlC0/s1600-h/braxton+playing+in+the+sand.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205089010543839618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SDww4JnBSYI/AAAAAAAAA0o/rNolmoAvlC0/s200/braxton+playing+in+the+sand.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SDww4pnBSZI/AAAAAAAAA0w/DehHsbBgpw4/s1600-h/Emily-strike+a+pose!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205089019133774226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SDww4pnBSZI/AAAAAAAAA0w/DehHsbBgpw4/s200/Emily-strike+a+pose!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SDww45nBSaI/AAAAAAAAA04/RJ6jw0W0n2M/s1600-h/fun+in+the+sand+with+Meghan.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205089023428741538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SDww45nBSaI/AAAAAAAAA04/RJ6jw0W0n2M/s200/fun+in+the+sand+with+Meghan.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SDww5JnBSbI/AAAAAAAAA1A/KLJDat091n8/s1600-h/who+you+lookin+at.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205089027723708850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SDww5JnBSbI/AAAAAAAAA1A/KLJDat091n8/s200/who+you+lookin+at.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SDwvm5nBSSI/AAAAAAAAAz4/1cSz_989RiQ/s1600-h/Henry--fetch+the+chip!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205087614679468322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SDwvm5nBSSI/AAAAAAAAAz4/1cSz_989RiQ/s200/Henry--fetch+the+chip!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SDwvnZnBSTI/AAAAAAAAA0A/l7OOyQTuwvU/s1600-h/Look+at+Me!++I%27m+Dirty!.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205087623269402930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SDwvnZnBSTI/AAAAAAAAA0A/l7OOyQTuwvU/s200/Look+at+Me!++I%27m+Dirty!.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SDwvnpnBSUI/AAAAAAAAA0I/mUbLjUEuLYY/s1600-h/noah+braxton+just+hangin.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205087627564370242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SDwvnpnBSUI/AAAAAAAAA0I/mUbLjUEuLYY/s200/noah+braxton+just+hangin.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SDwvn5nBSVI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/mdaYM2qaQlQ/s1600-h/Meghan+enjoying+tea+and+krumpets.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205087631859337554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SDwvn5nBSVI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/mdaYM2qaQlQ/s200/Meghan+enjoying+tea+and+krumpets.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SDwvoJnBSWI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/eR3FL_yMc8Y/s1600-h/Jim+and+Danny.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205087636154304866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SDwvoJnBSWI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/eR3FL_yMc8Y/s200/Jim+and+Danny.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SDwuG5nBSOI/AAAAAAAAAzY/Hmy6Epv59do/s1600-h/Best+buds.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205085965412026594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SDwuG5nBSOI/AAAAAAAAAzY/Hmy6Epv59do/s200/Best+buds.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SDwuHpnBSPI/AAAAAAAAAzg/yZXQd9wbU5A/s1600-h/Brayden+and+his+chip.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205085978296928498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SDwuHpnBSPI/AAAAAAAAAzg/yZXQd9wbU5A/s200/Brayden+and+his+chip.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SDwuIJnBSQI/AAAAAAAAAzo/q1y_MCyAZwU/s1600-h/Claudia+having+a+picnic.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205085986886863106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SDwuIJnBSQI/AAAAAAAAAzo/q1y_MCyAZwU/s200/Claudia+having+a+picnic.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SDwuIZnBSRI/AAAAAAAAAzw/e4cUC51QY4Q/s1600-h/facepainting+central.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205085991181830418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SDwuIZnBSRI/AAAAAAAAAzw/e4cUC51QY4Q/s200/facepainting+central.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-3662299485977609107?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3662299485977609107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=3662299485977609107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/3662299485977609107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/3662299485977609107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2008/05/big-0-3.html' title='The Big 0-3'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SDwuGpnBSNI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/PDD7rd-WZzU/s72-c/Blow!.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-6021857951298217351</id><published>2008-05-20T22:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T09:49:56.611-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sappy Sappy Joy Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Henry!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SDQ1p0qZetI/AAAAAAAAAy4/qdHtQQar-iE/s1600-h/I%27m+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202842462147148498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SDQ1p0qZetI/AAAAAAAAAy4/qdHtQQar-iE/s200/I%27m+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SDQ1qkqZeuI/AAAAAAAAAzA/3_PSVDK8L5Q/s1600-h/Henry+arrives.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202842475032050402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SDQ1qkqZeuI/AAAAAAAAAzA/3_PSVDK8L5Q/s200/Henry+arrives.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SDQ2X0qZevI/AAAAAAAAAzI/oJe4C225Mqg/s1600-h/cool+birthday+present.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202843252421130994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SDQ2X0qZevI/AAAAAAAAAzI/oJe4C225Mqg/s200/cool+birthday+present.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where did the years go? I know I'll be saying this every year until I'm no longer a part of this world, but it's true. My baby boy is growing up so fast! Just wanted to share his beginning pics and those from this morning. He had a wonderful morning being sung to, opening two birthday presents (a Hawkeye Football watch and a teaching clock), and basically knowing he could be as silly as he wanted. Our morning, of course, would not have been complete without at least one emotional outburst. I'll call it the Smiley Face debacle. Henry loves toast, peanut butter, and bananas. So in my surge of happiness, I thought I'd shake those up a bit and present him with a piece of PB toast with a banana smiley face on it. Well, you can imagine how that could ruin a person's whole morning, can't you? Thankfully he got over it, I shed only a few tears of disappointment (hey, I'm hormonal, gimme a break), and he took his birthday treats to his last day of preschool at Gingercare.  Bittersweet.  Sappy sappy, joy joy.  &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/683703771031398477-6021857951298217351?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/6021857951298217351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=6021857951298217351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/6021857951298217351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/6021857951298217351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2008/05/sappy-sappy-joy-joy.html' title='Sappy Sappy Joy Joy'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SDQ1p0qZetI/AAAAAAAAAy4/qdHtQQar-iE/s72-c/I%27m+3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-6141013603546558902</id><published>2008-05-16T20:47:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T20:21:02.674-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"It'll Never, Ever, Ever Happen Again!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SDB-oUqZeVI/AAAAAAAAAuo/imyzdXkKyM0/s1600-h/drivers+ed.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201796800819329362" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SDB-oUqZeVI/AAAAAAAAAuo/imyzdXkKyM0/s200/drivers+ed.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the words I heard today, when disciplining Henry at the table. Earlier today when Henry continued to get up from the table after being warned, he lost his snack. He sobbed and cried, cried and sobbed, he even said, "Mommy, you are making me very, very upset!" And when I &lt;em&gt;again &lt;/em&gt;explained where our butt stays when we're eating, he said the now infamous line. With each stereotypical socio/emotional milestone, I feel more and more like a "real" mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;___&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SDB-pEqZeWI/AAAAAAAAAuw/fzLJ9tuoY50/s1600-h/girlfriends.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201796813704231266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SDB-pEqZeWI/AAAAAAAAAuw/fzLJ9tuoY50/s200/girlfriends.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lots of play dates this week...first with Emily Regan, who is 10 days younger than Claudia. Then with Brayden and Malayna. The kids really enjoy each other, and it's so nice that we're finally establishing some relationships with people. It comes as quite a relief! Being a transplant is difficult enough as it is, but to make real friends is a definite challenge the older we get. So, we're very grateful to be finding friends who truly try lead their lives with positivity and kindness. Life is so much better that way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;___&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We got the kids pictures taken today at JCPenney's. The photographers always do a nice job, and I always have a million coupons. Since Henry is turning 3 this week, and Claudia hit her 9 months, both kids went in for separate pics and together. They had such a fun time, and the pictures came out so well. So here's the fun part...as I'm paying, they ask if I would sign a release for their photos to be displayed in advertising. Now, I'm not bragging or anything, but every parent wants to hear that, right? Don't worry, I'm definitely not seeing stars here, but it's certainly flattering and we feel pretty excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;___&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SDB-pkqZeXI/AAAAAAAAAu4/t9gKN-YBgL4/s1600-h/humorist.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201796822294165874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SDB-pkqZeXI/AAAAAAAAAu4/t9gKN-YBgL4/s200/humorist.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The birthday party. Wow. It has turned into something of a beast. We have had many parties here, and in our experience about half the people we invite actually come. This time, however, we are lucky enough to have every person we invited RSVP 'yes'. Let's just say, it better not rain!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;___&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SDB-p0qZeYI/AAAAAAAAAvA/79TbyRVtyGg/s1600-h/Henrys+veggie+garden"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201796826589133186" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SDB-p0qZeYI/AAAAAAAAAvA/79TbyRVtyGg/s200/Henrys+veggie+garden" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Last but not least, the veggie patch went in this weekend. Henry has a few chores at the ripe age of 2, and watering plants is his favorite. So we planted rhubarb, cucumbers, sunflowers, carrots and pumpkins, watered them, then Henry was basically covered with mud. It was fun plopping down in the mud and just appreciating him. Sometimes those moments are more defining than I know at the time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;___&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I added a Quote of the Week at the bottom of the page, so feel free to check it out. Geez, I feel like I have soooo much to say this week, but I'll stop here! Have a wonderful week and enjoy the photos.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-6141013603546558902?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/6141013603546558902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=6141013603546558902' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/6141013603546558902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/6141013603546558902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2008/05/itll-never-ever-ever-happen-again.html' title='&quot;It&apos;ll Never, Ever, Ever Happen Again!&quot;'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SDB-oUqZeVI/AAAAAAAAAuo/imyzdXkKyM0/s72-c/drivers+ed.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-7625820311026805385</id><published>2008-05-12T15:13:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T23:03:05.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Claudia Claudia Claudia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199706715114273042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SCkRtUqZeRI/AAAAAAAAAuI/3nxmC9f9KJs/s200/hey+hey+hey.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The good news: Claudia got her dispatch from physical therapy last week. We're so thrilled, although we will miss our new friend Miss Ellen. She was very sweet and Claudia loved her play therapy and massage. Even better, Claudia may just be insurable now! Way to go, Claudie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199706710819305730" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SCkRtEqZeQI/AAAAAAAAAuA/2NgO2mb2gZ4/s200/my+babies.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The emotional news....Claudia stopped nursing. I realize that if you are someone who did not nurse, it may be hard to understand the emotions associated with this. In fact, some even go so far as to consider it absolutely wonderful. I've even had the comment, "Well, it's just weird to nurse anyway after they get teeth, so I guess it's just time!" Nursing has been a personal journey for me, first with Henry, and now Claudia. I am proud to have done it, and know that I did all I could to get my babies the best possible food there is for an infant. No high horse here, but at the same time I feel good about my choice. So when she very abruptly stopped a week ago, I was shocked. A week later, she has no interest in me, or a bottle, so I have learned quickly how to keep her hydrated through making her food. She is doing fine...she's learning how to soothe herself in a new way, and as for me, my hormones are going a bit crazy but it will pass. My baby girl is growing up. Sob sob. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SCkRtkqZeSI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/88lMU5ybrq0/s1600-h/quinn+and+mike.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199706719409240354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SCkRtkqZeSI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/88lMU5ybrq0/s200/quinn+and+mike.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We attended Auntie Quinn's wedding shower this past weekend and it was very nice. She enjoyed herself, and so did I! As I do not need to worry about what I consume, I found myself sipping on wine and getting a bit loud. It was fun. We can't wait for big day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SCkSkkqZeUI/AAAAAAAAAug/4aSyE6uO1h8/s1600-h/H+and+Braxton.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199707664302045506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SCkSkkqZeUI/AAAAAAAAAug/4aSyE6uO1h8/s200/H+and+Braxton.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mother's Day came and went...we had a nice day seeing family in Wisconsin and then heading home. We had a great time teaching Henry a new lesson: If you tell your Mom or Dad not to sing, they will sing more...louder...and longer. I got great satisfaction out of annoying our little Henry yesterday through song...seems he's growing up, too. His parents can, officially, embarrass him. Hooray! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a cute picture of Henry playing with his cousin Braxton in Wisconsin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all for now, folks....have a wonderful week!!!&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/683703771031398477-7625820311026805385?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7625820311026805385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=7625820311026805385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/7625820311026805385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/7625820311026805385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2008/05/claudia-claudia-claudia.html' title='Claudia Claudia Claudia'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SCkRtUqZeRI/AAAAAAAAAuI/3nxmC9f9KJs/s72-c/hey+hey+hey.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-6152911180487511417</id><published>2008-05-06T22:40:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T09:29:40.709-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tip Toe Through to Three</title><content type='html'>Henry is almost 3. Two more weeks and he's there. On a daily basis the range of emotions he experiences blows me away. There are times he wants to snuggle and be loving, and he kisses his sister, helps around the house, and is just wonderful. Then, there are what I call the tip toe moments. The ones where it does not seem to matter what I, as a parent, do. If God forbid I choose a shirt that &lt;em&gt;isn't &lt;/em&gt;his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Brookfield&lt;/span&gt; Zoo tee, all Hell breaks loose. Or, my current favorite...if I touch him when he doesn't want me to. The other day I began rubbing his back as we were reading, and he starts yelling, "No! I don't like it when you do that! Don't do that Mommy! That's not okay! It's naughty--stop doing that!" At those moments I wonder what the neighbors must think. I firmly believe that no kid is left behind when it comes to these beautiful independent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;idiosyncrasies&lt;/span&gt;. That being said, I now understand the term I used to hear quite a bit, "You're driving me to drink!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Claudia is all over the place now. She has learned "So Big!" and is actually pretty o&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197655785750523026" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SCHIZhZp7JI/AAAAAAAAAtI/xcXYUHssU0s/s200/so+big.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bsessed&lt;/span&gt; with it, which is fun. We do, however, have to include big brother after about 15 of these in a row. So for him it's, "Henry is SUPER DUPER HUGE!" Oh, and Claudia's dancing has jumped to a whole new level---I do believe that as she was bouncing to the music the other day at dinner her high chair actually left the ground. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Max played in the Holy Cross 16" tourney this past weekend, and did pretty well! His team played (but lost) in the championship. He brought home a gift certificate, a tee shirt, and a bright red sunburn.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;My friend Michele &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Rammien&lt;/span&gt; (some of you may remember her) is now a Vet Tech in Colorado. She and a friend are operating a new on-the-go pet clinic, which I think is so wonderful. Today, however, I got an email from her about a shelter in Indiana that has to close it's doors in June and any animal not adopted will be put down. I plan to try to talk Max into adopting a pet from there. If you are interested in passing the information along, or even looking for yourself, please follow this &lt;a href="http://picsbycindy.com/marion_grant_dogs.htm"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a video of Henry singing a song I made up for him years ago. I am pretty silly with it, so he is acting it out as well. 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And, its snowing outside. What is that all about? Looks like Henry and my planting season will start a little later. We're very excited about starting his little produce patch this year, and I'm excited not only to learn how to do it right, but to get him interested in the cool science part of plants. Ahhh, the teacher in me. Anyway, on to the issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amy tagged me, so I have to complete the following thoughts. Kind of like those annoying email forwards that take a year to complete, only I like this one because it feels a little more open-ended. So here goes....feel free to skip to the bottom if you wish! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am : planning Henry's 3rd birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think: about how to teach my children to be kind, generous and self-reliant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know: that I'm very lucky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want: to learn personal discipline! If I could just lay off those yummy 7-layer salads and figure out how to get exercise in, I'd be on my way to my old self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have : every non-material thing in life I could ask for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish: I could trust people more, as well as myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate: when people try to make themselves feel better by being nasty to others, or making people feel unwelcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss: seeing my close friends. While I appreciate the few friends I have made in this area, I don't really have any close girlfriends here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fear: everything lately, I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love: laughing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel: happy, yet sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear : the wind and Claudia's naptime music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i smell: clean laundry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i crave: everything--salt, sugar, you name it--ah, the perks of nursing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i search: for inner peace and true faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder: if we'll be able to work ourselves out of debt so we can have more children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i regret: building up that debt in the first place!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love: my family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ache: for my children when they are not with me (which is rare)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i care: about doing the right thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always : floss and recycle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not: a water person!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe: things work out for the best, even the hard stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dance: like a person from the 80's...oh wait, I AM a person from the 80's! Phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sing: almost all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cry: when I'm happy or frustrated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don’t always: say what I mean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fight: when I've had enough, or if a child is at risk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i write: when I can--from Thank yous to books chapters (I have started ump-teen books and never finished!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i win: for many things in my past that I conquered. I'm very lucky to have made it through some things alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lose: at golf. I'm terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never: swear (well, rarely)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i confuse: sarcasm for sincerity sometimes--I'm gullible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i listen: to music and the kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can usually be found: at home, in the car, or at the park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am scared: of anything bad happening to my children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need: a night out with my close friends. Badly. So I need Claudia to take a bottle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am happy about: my relationship with my in-laws. It has changed and grown in a positive way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think : I am a good person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now tagging...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://schworris.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sam and Dave&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hawkeyegirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kelly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://allureseminars.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jean&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://shogerfamily.wordpress.com/"&gt;Val&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, does anyone think Brett Farve is going to come back next season? Max obsessed over the NFL draft all weekend. It was quite humorous, although at times a bit annoying! It was when I saw he had actual "research materials" about the draft that I began to wonder...is this normal male behaviour? When does an interest in sports reach a level at which it's time to delete some of the 50 fantasy leagues he's in? Hmmmm.....please do let me know (in particular Kelley...you are a good source for this information!). All I can say is that perhaps I'm just jealous that he is &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;interested in something. I just don't have the attention span for such a commitment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids are great. Planning the "orange" birthday party. Trying to keep the bar low so that as he gets older we don't end up needing a short-term loan just to keep up! In other words, I'm cheap. Kids should be resourceful enough to play at 3 without us having to rent a bouncy thing, right? I'm &lt;em&gt;so &lt;/em&gt;not a member of the Jone's club. So it's looking like bottle caps and string, kids! Enjoy! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-2199551391194028335?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/2199551391194028335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=2199551391194028335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/2199551391194028335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/2199551391194028335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2008/04/playing-tag-in-snow.html' title='Playing Tag in the Snow?'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-4893984629330454257</id><published>2008-04-23T22:42:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T09:39:07.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No News is Good News</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SBAICjzaTgI/AAAAAAAAAps/ph9fmLA55Iw/s1600-h/DSCF4165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192659210421816834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SBAICjzaTgI/AAAAAAAAAps/ph9fmLA55Iw/s200/DSCF4165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Henry and his friend Molly last week at the park. Just a really sweet picture for &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;your viewing pleasure. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not much to report, but here's a little bit of what's up just for fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Claudia is rolling all over the place--she's finally showing her mobility, which comes to great relief. I don't think her development will be delayed much at all. She's happy and getting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt; big. She now tries to say Henry, and it comes out in a little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;screech&lt;/span&gt; that sounds like, "Ah-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ry&lt;/span&gt;!" She does it whenever we walk past Henry's big picture on the wall along the stairs. Pretty fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Henry is great. His last day at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Gingercare&lt;/span&gt; is coming up and we're looking forward to a positive transition. He's a great kid, and really into trying to be helpful. I asked him today to start thinking about what he'd like to do for his birthday. He exclaimed, "I want to play!" Then I asked him what kind of cake he'd like, and he emphatically replied, "An orange one!" And so, a theme is born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Otherwise, all is good. We're happy the weather is finally cooperating and we hope to have many friendly encounters with our neighborhood friends over the next several months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here are some pictures taken over the last weekend on our trip back to Iowa City for my nephews annual Dessert Concert. Incidentally, it was amazing as usual. I really don't think any other high school on the planet has as good a music department. Every year it blows me away, and I'm a tough critic! Austin plays the string bass, and it's been so great seeing him grow up. I can't believe he'll graduate high school next year! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SBAIhzzaThI/AAAAAAAAAp0/MlynlcXheDs/s1600-h/DSCF4175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192659747292728850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SBAIhzzaThI/AAAAAAAAAp0/MlynlcXheDs/s200/DSCF4175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry playing golf at Gram's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SBAJOTzaTjI/AAAAAAAAAqE/YQWBit7w-6g/s1600-h/DSCF4225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192660511796907570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SBAJOTzaTjI/AAAAAAAAAqE/YQWBit7w-6g/s200/DSCF4225.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry and Claudia watching Daddy's favorite things (other than us-ha ha)....trains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SBAI3TzaTiI/AAAAAAAAAp8/y4EaxTW70NA/s1600-h/DSCF4195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192660116659916322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SBAI3TzaTiI/AAAAAAAAAp8/y4EaxTW70NA/s200/DSCF4195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claudia trying on her new swimsuit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-4893984629330454257?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4893984629330454257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=4893984629330454257' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/4893984629330454257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/4893984629330454257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-news-is-good-news.html' title='No News is Good News'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/SBAICjzaTgI/AAAAAAAAAps/ph9fmLA55Iw/s72-c/DSCF4165.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-6128646304153771892</id><published>2008-04-15T19:52:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T09:10:03.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Business of Everyday Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;What Insurance?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bright side to starting up your own business is you make your own hours, you can be closer to home, you don't have a boss, and no matter what, you are responsible for your success. Here's the down side. Health Insurance. That's about it. This was my one big issue when we began talking about this; can we get decent family healthcare insurance with my background (long story if you don't know it already). So today, I get a very cryptic message from someone at BCBS stating that our acceptance letter is in the mail, however one person (who he cannot tell me b/c of federal laws) will not be covered, and Rebecca Brusky will have an addendum. So, we call and find out they rejected my EIGHT month old baby because of the Torticollis, which incidentally is about 2 PT visits away from being cured (keep in mind we found out about the condition one week before prior insurance was up, and have since being paying out of pocket). Here's the thing...I don't feel entitled, and personally, I don't believe there should be just one plan for everyone b/c that's a very slippery slope. It's so slippery, in fact, that I will not even write any more about it b/c my opinion is based more on the free market philosophy. However, sometimes the logic behind awarding coverage confuses me greatly. Moving on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Said What?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another non-family related issue I would like to quickly vent about--people making assumptions rather than asking questions. I have worked very hard (with much humility) to accept that people may just not like me, and have learned that some people truly cannot look past their own experiences when forming opinions. Lately, however, there have been a few instances where someone made grand statements about &lt;em&gt;my life&lt;/em&gt; assuming that through a few conversations they somehow know all that I've done, where I've been, and where I'm at now, thus allowing them to speculate what I can and cannot understand--very condescending. So, I would just like to say that the old rule of thumb on assumptions is.....dum-duh-duh-dum, to Assume only makes an Ass out of U and Me. Thank you, thank you. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Play Ball...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're trying a new church. It's bigger, closer, and most importantly, they play softball. Ha! What was most rewarding was even after Henry threw an ultimate fit of crowd aversion, on our way home he said, "I like church because it's family time." Ahhhh. Here's a fun video the kids after opening day in their Sunday best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Side Note: Claudia's dress courtesy of Meghan's Closet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-42c447f970e93486" 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://v21.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D42c447f970e93486%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331274908%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7CB07D6FBEC9F0C9F1C45BD20ACAA54FE4102190.89AD85729ED05BC359C691E2956A135AEBABCB8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D42c447f970e93486%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DODlCM4QYV-96-ioIU1KsYWpCs74&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://v21.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D42c447f970e93486%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331274908%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7CB07D6FBEC9F0C9F1C45BD20ACAA54FE4102190.89AD85729ED05BC359C691E2956A135AEBABCB8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D42c447f970e93486%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DODlCM4QYV-96-ioIU1KsYWpCs74&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blogging Addiction&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once thought Blogs were kind of odd, but then suddenly I started reading the Schwartz's blog, then the Goldstein's blog, and then I was hooked. It's a great way to stay in touch with friends and family, especially when we don't live near one another. So I'm starting another blog about one of my favorite things, cooking. Check it out if you would like some of my original recipes! Or, if you have one of your own or a great cooking tip, let me know and I'll post it! Keep in mind, this is a work in progress, meaning I just started it tonight. ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://garbagebowlgoodies.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://garbagebowlgoodies.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-6128646304153771892?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=42c447f970e93486&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/6128646304153771892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=6128646304153771892' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/6128646304153771892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/6128646304153771892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2008/04/business-of-everyday-life.html' title='The Business of Everyday Life'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-7510641438686830743</id><published>2008-04-09T20:27:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T21:30:26.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up with Blogger's formatting this week?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;To continue with my review of my new favorite book 'Little Children', I have&lt;br /&gt;gotten a bit further and discovered all kinds of plot twists, and none that I&lt;br /&gt;would personally want to emulate! So the first chapter is as far as I go with&lt;br /&gt;being able to relate. That being said, the book continues to be &lt;em&gt;great.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still a two-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thumber&lt;/span&gt; for me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Claudia is still continuing her physical therapy with Ms. Ellen. She's&lt;br /&gt;fantastic. She is really good with Claudia, and Claudia is on her way to&lt;br /&gt;complete recovery. In addition, Claudia's vocabulary has now grown to include&lt;br /&gt;the word, "Yum!" She's such a little chunk, and I love every inch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Henry is definitely in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;OCD&lt;/span&gt; 3's now. He is hysterical, and quite sassy to&lt;br /&gt;boot. Max and my brother Dave both say he is a lawyer in waiting. Why do they&lt;br /&gt;say this? Here is a typical exchange while at the dinner table:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Henry has decided to stand on top of the table the moment we have turned our backs. I say to him (or rather sternly scold), "Henry, that is very, very dangerous! You get your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;tushy&lt;/span&gt; down right now!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As he begins to sit back down, he declares, "No Mommy, it's not very, very dangerous, it's really, really naughty." &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Need I say more? So while I am personally primping him to become a gourmet chef, it seems he may have other aspirations. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Henry's brush with chicken pox has now ceased. Thank you God.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So I'm trying to decide what to do with my life after Claudia turns 1, which is when I will go back to working. I've spent most of my adult life doing the stuff I went to college (and grad school) for, but really I would prefer to continue to just study. Is there a job that pays us to learn everything? If you have any ideas of a great part-time career for an easily-bored, already &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;degreed&lt;/span&gt; Mommy, please let me know!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;***&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just a shout out to Michelle and Jim &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wargo&lt;/span&gt; for the bags and bags of Meghan's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;stylin&lt;/span&gt;' clothes you gave us. There just may be enough days this year for Claudia to wear them all!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enjoy the new pics, and have a wonderful week!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-7510641438686830743?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/7510641438686830743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=7510641438686830743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/7510641438686830743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/7510641438686830743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2008/04/to-continue-with-my-review-of-my-new.html' title='What&apos;s up with Blogger&apos;s formatting this week?'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-2999679470887322991</id><published>2008-03-30T21:20:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T15:51:55.812-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Greasy Hair and Little Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183729044314318162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/R_BOGeo65VI/AAAAAAAAAkE/OEf3Hf3qAI0/s200/bedtime+routine.JPG" border="0" /&gt;As I’m saying good night to Henry tonight he pets my hair and says, “Your hair is so silky, Mommy.” It was so loving that I had to say it to him as I stroked his little head, “Your hair is silky, too.” Then, with all the seriousness in the world, he responds with, “No, my hair is not silky. It’s clean.” Well, okay then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claudia wakes me up as usual yesterday morning to show me she is practicing her clapping. Then I hear her trying to say something, “&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Yuh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;yuh&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;yee&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;yuh&lt;/span&gt;…”. After about three of f&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/R_BOmeo65WI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qoaAD5GPvDE/s1600-h/DSCF3794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183729594070132066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/R_BOmeo65WI/AAAAAAAAAkM/qoaAD5GPvDE/s200/DSCF3794.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;our of these episodes, out pops a clear and happy, “&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;YAY&lt;/span&gt;!” She looked at me and smiled with sweet satisfaction knowing she had just accomplished what she set out to do. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Atta&lt;/span&gt; girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a little help from &lt;a href="http://hawkeyegirl.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kelly A&lt;/a&gt;, I decided to consider reading an actual book again, in lieu of my rag mags. I ended up picking up a book called, &lt;a href="http://www.tomperrotta.net/content.php?page=little_children&amp;amp;n=2&amp;amp;f=2"&gt;‘Little Children’&lt;/a&gt;. It got several Golden Globe nods for its screenplay adaptation, and now I know why. The first four pages pretty much sum up how I feel semi-regularly about my experiences since leaving the city a few years ago, and while I have only read the first two chapters, I can totally relate to the character Sarah. Her past being filled with travel, feminist group memberships, and a desire to stay in college learning everything. Flash forward to her present days which are filled with trips to the park and judgmental stares from the other mothers who only see you as a mere appendage to your child; where the words, "How are you?" rarely come up in conversation. Anyway, if you are feeling the need to pepper your week with some random originality, this book is awesome. In the words of one of my favorite and “unknown” bands, &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/morphinelowrock"&gt;Morphine&lt;/a&gt;, “You Speak My Language.” &lt;em&gt;Side note: I've only read the first two chapters, and don't get me wrong, I love being home with my children!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promised some cute this week since last week it just seemed in poor taste considering. Here’s a video of us trying to get Claudia to clap, my apologies for the semi-grating tone emitted from my singing. Hope you all have a great week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-de3017f536d749b3" 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://v11.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dde3017f536d749b3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331274908%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D38C1E3A072906809C3A2D0784B5D2D4A5EFA023C.DBC82C2F3CABD844E0B64446146A065DF890220%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dde3017f536d749b3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOsn3cjQWNzVTbvYRJmjTo2YGBWY&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://v11.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dde3017f536d749b3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331274908%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D38C1E3A072906809C3A2D0784B5D2D4A5EFA023C.DBC82C2F3CABD844E0B64446146A065DF890220%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dde3017f536d749b3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DOsn3cjQWNzVTbvYRJmjTo2YGBWY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-2999679470887322991?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/2999679470887322991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=2999679470887322991' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/2999679470887322991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/2999679470887322991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2008/03/greasy-hair-and-little-children.html' title='Greasy Hair and Little Children'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/R_BOGeo65VI/AAAAAAAAAkE/OEf3Hf3qAI0/s72-c/bedtime+routine.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-8707709439511675885</id><published>2008-03-26T14:33:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T15:04:54.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much of a Good Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182139730321138962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/R-qooOo65RI/AAAAAAAAAjk/odL52dlIFXg/s200/all+by+myself.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Where to start, where to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Henry &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OD'd&lt;/span&gt; on his &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;acidophakidz&lt;/span&gt; last week--he got into the fridge and ate 6 of them--a weeks worth. The next day he came down with a wrenching cough and later over the weekend, full on influenza. Obviously Claudia soon followed. Apparently healthy bacteria is good only in small doses....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Claudia has had an amazing week! She has learned to clap, says "HI!", along with Mama and Dada. She also says Nah-nah when she's tired, for nap. Henry was a talker, but Claudia takes the cake! She also knows how to stand holding onto her toys now. She is learning so much so fast....I wish I could keep her in this happy little bubble of cuteness, the calm before the storm, the happy smiles and laughter when Henry gives her attention, even if the attention is that of grabbing her toys from her clutches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/R-qp_Oo65UI/AAAAAAAAAj8/ssLbD3qZ-LA/s1600-h/feverish+eggs.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182141224969758018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/R-qp_Oo65UI/AAAAAAAAAj8/ssLbD3qZ-LA/s200/feverish+eggs.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Max officially has clients now. This is huge, and such a relief. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Easter. Well, I have to say I'm very jealous of Sam and Dave's blog showing cute pictures of the kids in their precious Easter clothes, talking of Easter Sunday church, etc. We unfortunately had two kids with the flu, so Easter was less than joyful. You can see in Henry's picture he's not feeling very well. However, we got some good egg hunting in and they did have fun, in spurts. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;On another note, my hometown was put on watch this past Monday morning. I'm sure you heard the story, and if you didn't, you are lucky. Here's a &lt;a href="http://www.press-citizen.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20080326/NEWS01/80326001/1079"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;, but I'm warning you in advance, it will bring to full tears of sadness and rage. It seems to me as if it is getting easier for people to decide to act on their most deadly impulses, and then when they realize what they've done, decide they don't want to deal with the consequences. How a father can look into his children's eyes and then do this to them, is beyond words. My prayers go out to all the people in Iowa City, and I pray the children and their mother are together in heaven, and happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&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;Simply put, I'm too sad for what happened to write anything else or put something cute up. Next week, I promise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-8707709439511675885?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/8707709439511675885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=8707709439511675885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/8707709439511675885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/8707709439511675885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2008/03/too-much-of-good-thing.html' title='Too Much of a Good Thing'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/R-qooOo65RI/AAAAAAAAAjk/odL52dlIFXg/s72-c/all+by+myself.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-1256624052913955141</id><published>2008-03-17T09:59:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T11:40:59.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh the Irish, and the Polish...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/R96RyE8GF1I/AAAAAAAAAjU/1keo40a8gkc/s1600-h/happy+birthday+daddy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178736911027935058" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/R96RyE8GF1I/AAAAAAAAAjU/1keo40a8gkc/s200/happy+birthday+daddy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy 35th Birthday, Max!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Henry and I's way to go get Daddy's birthday present yesterday, I attempted to get Henry in the mood for shopping for someone else, and it went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Henry, what does Daddy love?" &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Henry replies, " He likes Orange."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Should we get him something orange for his birthday?"&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/R96RD08GFzI/AAAAAAAAAjE/DDhOFmNyyOw/s1600-h/yummy+chicken.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178736116458985266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/R96RD08GFzI/AAAAAAAAAjE/DDhOFmNyyOw/s200/yummy+chicken.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Yes, and a stop sign. Daddy likes Stop signs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Oh, okay, what else you think we should get Daddy for his birthday?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"A house. With a gigantic Dog."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;While we did not find a stop sign, or a house for a $1 at the Dollar Store (a brilliant idea I got from &lt;a href="http://www.schworris.com/"&gt;Dave Schwartz&lt;/a&gt;), Henry found many other great gifts that he was excited about:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;3L of orange Fanta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;an orange wicker basket&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;an orange wash cloth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;a Star Wars kite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;one of those funny faces with the glasses, nose and mustache&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;a hardback book on unknown military Generals&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jelly Belly Sours&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Let me just say, I did &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; help him...he did great! Max doesn't expect gifts for his birthday, but it's so fun to teach Henry that it's entirely possible be thoughtful for under $10. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We presented his gifts to him at Chili's later that day--this is my new favorite family restaurant. Cheep, clean, friendly, and if you go early enough, tons of other kids so you don't mind so much about your 2 year old jumping on the chair.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note to Max: Have a wonderful day. We had such a nice time playing yesterday and we love you very much. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;---&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In other news, Claudia got her first tooth, and the second is on it's way. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Henry is a Jaguar today...he woke up asking about his Jaguar feet. So we sent him off to Jaguar preschool this morning in special jaguar shoes that help him run fast. Off you go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178738233877862242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/R96S_E8GF2I/AAAAAAAAAjc/kMGWtCdC5vc/s200/just+cute.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&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/683703771031398477-1256624052913955141?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1256624052913955141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=1256624052913955141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/1256624052913955141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/1256624052913955141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2008/03/ahh-irish-and-polish.html' title='Ahh the Irish, and the Polish...'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/R96RyE8GF1I/AAAAAAAAAjU/1keo40a8gkc/s72-c/happy+birthday+daddy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-3664487940393186869</id><published>2008-03-10T09:32:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T07:27:33.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>True Religion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/R9WH-k8GFuI/AAAAAAAAAiI/s8TWQunHeEg/s1600-h/my+beautiful+girl.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176192855869626082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/R9WH-k8GFuI/AAAAAAAAAiI/s8TWQunHeEg/s200/my+beautiful+girl.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The day finally came where Claudia could go to that big church, watch her Mommy get scolded by the priest, have water dumped on her head, and finally become free of that sin she's been carrying around all these months. Seriously, though, it was wonderful to finally put her in our white baptism gown, made by my Godmother from my wedding dress. Claudia chatted throughout the ceremony, making it very hard to hear Father Joe's directions....so when he came around to us the first time, he says, "Make the sign of the cross on her head as I clearly instructed!" Whoa, okay. God, please forgive me for this next line, but I wanted to say to the Priest, "Clearly you are a Father to all, but definitely are not a Dad!" We were greeted beforehand by our favorite Deacon, Mike. He was so sweet to both our children, and although we weren't fortunate enough to have him perform Claudia's baptism (he did do Henry's), he blessed her and kissed her. It was so sweet and I thank him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to everyone who could be part of our day. Claudia looked just "divine". hee hee...come on, how could I resist &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; joke? Really though, check her out...she's absolutely beautiful. &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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In other news, Max's office is finally complete! I finished his &lt;a href="http://www.mbruskylaw.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;, and after a few more tweeks tonight, it will be done. So check it out! &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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I discovered how the word "Dumb-struck" originated. Have you ever had a moment when someone did something that was so over the top, so ignorant, that you just had to laugh? Where afterwards you're simply dumbstruck and left saying, "Did that really just happen?" Something that is so blatantly tacky, but because they truly don't know better, you just can't say anything? I did, and I am just cracking up because there is just no other way to respond! Maybe I'll share it with you down the road...but until then, laugh it off. ;)&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most importantly (not really), I have decided that the North Aurora postal system sucks. Chelsea Handler is on tv on Wednesday nights going through the weeks US Weekly, and yet I can't get it until 5 days later! That is simply unacceptable...how can they expect me to continue paying my taxes when I don't have ample weekend time to learn what Lindsey Lohan is up to? Ee Gads.&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;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy this video below...it was so fun. Henry was just loving tickling Claudia, as you can see. Sorry for the dark contrast...it was night time. Following this video is a cute one of Claudia rocking the house. 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=dc5f6ca84a965d1f&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3664487940393186869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=3664487940393186869' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/3664487940393186869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/3664487940393186869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2008/03/true-religion.html' title='True Religion'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/R9WH-k8GFuI/AAAAAAAAAiI/s8TWQunHeEg/s72-c/my+beautiful+girl.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-3210826856985591746</id><published>2008-02-27T15:06:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T15:24:36.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Adventures in Grocery Shopping...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171771970996314578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/R8XTNNaOodI/AAAAAAAAAb0/qyUMNRzwfPU/s200/I+got+on+lots+mom.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We're doing our usual shopping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yesterday&lt;/span&gt;, and Henry is sitting in the big part of the cart as Claudia is still in her infant seat (for about 3 more minutes---she's getting so big). He is happily keeping himself busy with, I believed, a new Diego book I picked while we were there. Then I step in something gooey and look in at Henry to see him proudly pouring laundry detergent from the bottle into the cap, which is then promptly dumped onto the floor. Clean up in aisle 4A!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Henry after his "nap" the other day. I walked into his room to see his Pull-ups out of the closet (he wears them during rest times just in case). I look at him and notice the one he's wearing is unusually large. I say, "Are you dry?" and he says, "Yeah! I put on a whole lot of them! All by myself!" Being as it's hard to even get him to wear clothing at all, I chose to high-five him. I could &lt;em&gt;not &lt;/em&gt;stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/R8XTutaOoeI/AAAAAAAAAb8/xt65DlpOQg0/s1600-h/DSCF3787.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171772546521932258" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/R8XTutaOoeI/AAAAAAAAAb8/xt65DlpOQg0/s200/DSCF3787.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claudia had her first PT appointment this week, and thankfully she will be able to keep her head on straight--ha ha ha. Within a month or two, PT and exercises at home should straighten her right up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Max's new office. We have a website we are working on, and all marketing materials either are already printed or I'm in the process of designing them at home. This is quite a leap of faith, and you all know how great I am at uncertainty. So, it's just another lesson to learn. Right? Here we go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171772941658923506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/R8XUFtaOofI/AAAAAAAAAcE/Z9-IcQsTRo4/s200/new+office.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/R8XUltaOogI/AAAAAAAAAcM/8BHjNHB3Z0Q/s1600-h/new+home+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5171773491414737410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/R8XUltaOogI/AAAAAAAAAcM/8BHjNHB3Z0Q/s200/new+home+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Henry has moved out. He has made a home of his own, and he can be found at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;123 Box Street&lt;br /&gt;Diego, Illinois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let us know if you need assistance contacting him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-3210826856985591746?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/3210826856985591746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=3210826856985591746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/3210826856985591746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/3210826856985591746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='Adventures in Grocery Shopping...'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/R8XTNNaOodI/AAAAAAAAAb0/qyUMNRzwfPU/s72-c/I+got+on+lots+mom.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-4484201983674145174</id><published>2008-02-18T22:52:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T23:14:38.611-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Needs a V-8?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/R7plMNaOocI/AAAAAAAAAbs/AQsri8PKeQ0/s1600-h/DSCF3766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168554782793572802" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/R7plMNaOocI/AAAAAAAAAbs/AQsri8PKeQ0/s200/DSCF3766.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Claudia had her well visit today, and the doctor is looking her over and asking questions about her eye, and the way her head is cocked to the right. It never occured to me before that something might be wrong, but as it turns out she has something called &lt;a href="http://www.allkids.org/body.cfm?id=23&amp;amp;action=articleDetail&amp;amp;AEProductID=Greystone_peds&amp;amp;AEArticleID=389"&gt;Congenital Muscular Torticollis&lt;/a&gt;. Basically, during my difficult labor with her, when she went breech and I pushed for so long, this is what happened. I can only imagine how bad it would have been if I'd not gotten a c-section at that point. My doctor was right to make that decision, thank God. So, we start PT with her as soon as I can get her in, and we "work it out". I'll know more after her first visit. I feel so stupid for not noticing, I just thought she had a cute and quirky way of looking at me and smiling, but actually, she's a bit lopsided. Who needs a V-8? I say put a little vodka and a pickle in it and I'm set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not sure how many of you read my last post, but our hunt for an office for Max continues. We'll let you know more soon, but keep him in mind for any of your legal needs, please!!! In fact, consider this my plea to you--we need health insurance! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE WRITER'S STRIKE IS OVER!!!! Thank you, God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168554293167301042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/R7pkvtaOobI/AAAAAAAAAbk/5hdyi_M5dyc/s200/Henry+in+Claudias+robe.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Henry heard Claudia crying in the car yesterday on our way back from Wisconsin. He says to her, "It's okay, Baby Girl. I will sing to you." And he sung Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. It was so darn sweet. Here's a picture of him trying on her robe. He also likes to climb into her carseat. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tune in next time for some entries that are hopefully a bit more entertaining!&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/683703771031398477-4484201983674145174?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/4484201983674145174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=4484201983674145174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/4484201983674145174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/4484201983674145174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2008/02/who-needs-v-8.html' title='Who Needs a V-8?'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/R7plMNaOocI/AAAAAAAAAbs/AQsri8PKeQ0/s72-c/DSCF3766.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-2130716254335935314</id><published>2008-02-15T20:07:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T07:57:04.832-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Wishes and Other Breaking News....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In Birthday News...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So today (well, tomorrow the 16th) is our Auntie Wendy's birthday! Sending special wishes are Henry and Claudia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-36035e6322e25bb1" 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://v24.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D36035e6322e25bb1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331274908%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D614BB414853602D118F6B2790A8E8C2DBF6EA23C.533A20CE399CD320B899E79D3D69558804B27689%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D36035e6322e25bb1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4VOVLdBimhLe_5gnFXcuGSJxMXU&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://v24.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D36035e6322e25bb1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331274908%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D614BB414853602D118F6B2790A8E8C2DBF6EA23C.533A20CE399CD320B899E79D3D69558804B27689%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D36035e6322e25bb1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4VOVLdBimhLe_5gnFXcuGSJxMXU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No More Bosses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In other news, due to an unexpected (and what felt like unfortunate) set of circumstances, Max is no longer employed by Dombroff and Gilmore, PC. Therefore, in fulfillment of his dream, he is opening his own firm. It's very scary, we're doing a lot of finger-crossing and praying, but we think it will really be a good thing once we get past the first 6 months. We believe we found great space in Batavia in an office by the river. He would share the space with a Family Law attorney who has been practicing for many years. She is a very lovely woman, and we feel good about change. Should everything pan out, it will really be nice to have Max working nearby! So if you don't mind, please send us your good luck wishes and prayers so the cosmos will look out for us just a bit more than usual. Thanks!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;.........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our Condolonces&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yesterday was a very sad day for our part of the state, and we feel so terribly for those who lost their brothers, sisters, friends, daughters, sons. This falls into a long string of shootings in Chicagoland, and all I can say is that it gets harder and harder to trust people, and harder and harder to imagine sending my own children out into the world one day. Much love.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-2130716254335935314?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=36035e6322e25bb1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/2130716254335935314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=2130716254335935314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/2130716254335935314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/2130716254335935314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2008/02/birthday-wishes-and-other-breaking-news.html' title='Birthday Wishes and Other Breaking News....'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-8736142469003528980</id><published>2008-02-10T20:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T14:20:45.971-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Get Lost!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I have to admit I was annoyed when Lost didn't end last season. It was getting to be so much and I was feeling an ulcer coming on from the stress of the show! But it's back and I continue to be hooked. So, we know who half of "The Oceanic Six" are: Hurley, Kate and the Doc. Can guess who else is in that group? My guess is Claire and the baby as two. Let me know your thoughts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Claudia newsfront, she has figured out how to "fall" from sitting to get to her tummy, how to dance and finally how to cry to get our attention. This means she can also cry/yell at Henry when he takes a toy from her or tickles her too hard. She has her first real cold right now and is not feeling very well, but she's tough and healthy. In addition, her first tooth seems to be making headway, which is both exciting and a little sad because she's getting so big! Check out the video below of Henry trying to make her laugh....they adore one another. I'm so grateful!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new addiction. The Oregon Trail on Facebook. I highly recommend it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We learned today that our house is not properly insulated, and thus are starting to see some condensation damage. Any advice???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will the writer's strike be over? I'm running out of The Office episodes that I never saw, and am sick of all the reality shows! Except for Bret Michals Rock of Love. That one is awesome. Talk about cheap entertainment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now! Enjoy the show....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b18846c7cfaa63db" 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://v19.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db18846c7cfaa63db%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331274908%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D83DDEDE38A35EFFCC2B9C8667DB5944FAC4C144C.521C50D8871F7AE88C6D67904DB7676C2CE39B5D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db18846c7cfaa63db%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dv7vcRZxOTlh2B2SOVKZhgZObh6g&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://v19.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db18846c7cfaa63db%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331274908%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D83DDEDE38A35EFFCC2B9C8667DB5944FAC4C144C.521C50D8871F7AE88C6D67904DB7676C2CE39B5D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db18846c7cfaa63db%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dv7vcRZxOTlh2B2SOVKZhgZObh6g&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-8736142469003528980?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b18846c7cfaa63db&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/8736142469003528980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=8736142469003528980' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/8736142469003528980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/8736142469003528980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2008/02/dont-get-lost.html' title='Don&apos;t Get Lost!'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-536808645895674224</id><published>2008-02-06T09:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T09:52:14.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P. Vaudie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/R6nWDiIS8LI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Pv_m-ZRNDgc/s1600-h/vadie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163893803946537138" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/R6nWDiIS8LI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Pv_m-ZRNDgc/s200/vadie.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our dearly beloved Vaudie (formerly known as Laura--Henry changed his name awhile back to Vaudie, as I assume it ryhmes better with Claudie), may you rest in peace in that bowl in the sky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-536808645895674224?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/536808645895674224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=536808645895674224' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/536808645895674224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/536808645895674224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2008/02/rip-vadie.html' title='R.I.P. Vaudie'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/R6nWDiIS8LI/AAAAAAAAAYI/Pv_m-ZRNDgc/s72-c/vadie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-1636776077658370554</id><published>2008-02-05T14:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T15:17:21.716-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been What?!</title><content type='html'>So I got "hit" by Amy &lt;a href="http://amylynn3-thegoldsteins.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://amylynn3-thegoldsteins.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;, which means I need to tell you 7 things about myself that you don't know, or at least things I &lt;em&gt;think&lt;/em&gt; you don't know. I'll give those detes and then do the usual update!  Since I prefer to write only once a week, the more interesting blog entry from this week is below this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 Odd Facts About Becky:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Believe it or not, I've always been paranoid about how much I talk about myself. To the point where in nearly every conversation I am thinking about how to bring something up about the person I'm speaking with. I've been teased a lot about how much I talk, so now I'm not very comfortable with it--so, I write! :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I played soccer for 15 years. You may know this, you may not. But I loved it, and wasn't super, but wasn't bad, either. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have really wacky dreams....dreams about people and addresses--I'll look them up when I'm awake, and alas, they exist. Am I telling you too much or freaking people out? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Music--whenever I hear certain songs or hear songs I once performed, I cry! I'm a total slobber-fest with that stuff!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I traveled around the world with a music group as their private tutor. Yes, I was employed by a record label and experienced what it's like to be on the other side of the gate. It was totally surreal, and I never talk about it unless asked.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am an obsess-a-holic. Meaning, I get into something, obsess about it for awhile thinking I have found the best hobby in the world, then stop and move on to something else. For example, I have supplies of beads, stamps, bakeware, paper I made, poetry, artistic photos, even book after book on feminism. You name it, I know a little about it because I was obsessed with it for a short time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Finally, I would give anything for a night out with my husband--and the money to afford it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Now, I'm to tag some of you and write a note on your blog. Then you have to do this, too. So, I will be tagging (when I get a chance later today) Dave and Sam, Kelly, and Val and Greg. Their sites are to the left of this text in my blog list.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Moving on......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A video of Claudia playing peekaboo...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c493c5c20bb89a2a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc493c5c20bb89a2a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331274908%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2FA7EE58E7C69476B14DA09AAF72EA681B179139.3FD8D73545C12F0AD5782FACDD3AAF63D1F91183%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc493c5c20bb89a2a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmQDrg_rhxb5liaiHBeWmwx6665o&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v8.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc493c5c20bb89a2a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331274908%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2FA7EE58E7C69476B14DA09AAF72EA681B179139.3FD8D73545C12F0AD5782FACDD3AAF63D1F91183%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc493c5c20bb89a2a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DmQDrg_rhxb5liaiHBeWmwx6665o&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/683703771031398477-1636776077658370554?l=bruskycrew.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c493c5c20bb89a2a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/feeds/1636776077658370554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=683703771031398477&amp;postID=1636776077658370554' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/1636776077658370554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/683703771031398477/posts/default/1636776077658370554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bruskycrew.blogspot.com/2008/02/ive-been-what.html' title='I&apos;ve Been What?!'/><author><name>Becky B</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09506881847849930667</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_F7-mvqvwXA/TzICDpfgG-I/AAAAAAAAC6A/3OnjC-CVz_s/s220/259.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-683703771031398477.post-6972263733266382494</id><published>2008-02-03T17:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T22:51:16.321-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Emily Brusky....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/R6ZpuyIS8JI/AAAAAAAAAX4/ZEbLMSuLq7U/s1600-h/Emily+Brusky.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162930275278319762" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sJZl4Phvvf4/R6ZpuyIS8JI/AAAAAAAAAX4/ZEbLMSuLq7U/s200/Emily+Brusky.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We're teaching Henry his last name right now. So this morning as we're talking and I'm telling him his whole name is Henry Brusky, he says, "Oh, and you're Mommy Brusky, and Daddy is Daddy Brusky, and Claudia Brusky, and Emily Brusky!" You may wonder, who is Emily? Emily is the 2 year old next door, and apparently my daughter-in-law&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***A conversartion Henry had with me last week after I picked him up from preschool, the school I used to teach at:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, Babe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You used to be a teacher, and now you're just Becky."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks a million, honey."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"
