<?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-2057834702585887481</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:17:56.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Robinson Report</title><subtitle type='html'>...stories from our part of the world...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>210</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-1114767657091873140</id><published>2011-01-01T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T22:32:01.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 Top Ten</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Team Robinson Top Ten of 2010&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-   Being Together, Health and Wellness, Laughter, Good Fortune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-   Arts &amp; Crafts, Projects, Sewing, and Creating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3-   John Hay with MISA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4-   Seattle Summer- T-Ball Chipmunks and Baseball Astros, Spray Parks, Halhjem's Boat, Backyard BBQs, Block Party, Blue Angels w/ DeLeons, Navy Ship Tours, Berry Picking, and Fun in the SUN!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-   Summer Vacation with friends and family in NY.  Best time ever!  Fishing, SUN, JetSki, Swimming, 4-Wheelers, Cousins, Maple Farm, Kimball Family, Rodeo, Maddi, Hilary, and of course... Megan!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6-   Grammy and Poppy- enough said! Uncle, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7-   LasVegas Birthday Trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8-   Leah graduated from Pre-K and starts Kindergarten. Logan finishing 1st grade and is in 2nd Grade!  Logan truly became a reader!  Leah is on her way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9-   Disneyland!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10-  New puppy, Stella!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-1114767657091873140?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/1114767657091873140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=1114767657091873140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/1114767657091873140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/1114767657091873140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2011/01/2010-top-ten.html' title='2010 Top Ten'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-689780367625763188</id><published>2010-12-31T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T10:55:29.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Blog or Not.</title><content type='html'>Wow... it was February 2009 when I last posted.  Crazy how time goes by so quickly.  Looking back and reading my past blog postings, I am reminded at how much I enjoy reading these little snippets from our life.  It is great to see what I was feeling, thinking and doing.  And of course, stories about the L Kids always make me smile.  Sure, I am on Facebook and "check-in" on a daily basis (well, more like 5 times a day) but I truly enjoy blogging... just getting my thoughts, stories, and ideas out.  It is nice to just write and record these little moments of my life.  At work, we often start our staff meetings with a "reflection" time where we write under the direction of a focused prompt.  I like this unstructured down time where I can "speak" my ideas in a safe and unbiased manner.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm back to the world of blogging.  My hope is to blog at least once a week, but let's be honest, maybe a more reasonable goal for now is once a month?!?!  We'll see how it goes and what works.  For now, welcome back, Robinson Report and Happy New Year&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-689780367625763188?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/689780367625763188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=689780367625763188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/689780367625763188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/689780367625763188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2010/12/to-blog-or-not.html' title='To Blog or Not.'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-7485111272551353899</id><published>2009-02-12T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T21:24:02.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes you just gotta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SZUD3D2k3QI/AAAAAAAAAdk/RIEyn2qKF9s/s1600-h/February+Pics-+room4+art+and+kids+011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SZUD3D2k3QI/AAAAAAAAAdk/RIEyn2qKF9s/s200/February+Pics-+room4+art+and+kids+011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302148380760530178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SZUD2qCFiVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/4T1rTQZsvEE/s1600-h/February+Pics-+room4+art+and+kids+014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SZUD2qCFiVI/AAAAAAAAAdc/4T1rTQZsvEE/s200/February+Pics-+room4+art+and+kids+014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302148373829486930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SZUD2AkbOFI/AAAAAAAAAdU/gAoD-8LYMJk/s1600-h/February+Pics-+room4+art+and+kids+010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SZUD2AkbOFI/AAAAAAAAAdU/gAoD-8LYMJk/s200/February+Pics-+room4+art+and+kids+010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302148362699225170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;purge... toys that is.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah has a lot of "stuff."  If you have little girls you know what I mean: hair ties, barrettes, necklaces, rings, earrings, lip gloss, My Little Ponies, Littlest Pet Shop, Barbies, Baby Dolls, Princesses, tea party equipment, play food, dress up clothes (and those damn plastic shoes), pastel colored Legos, AND all the accessories that go along with these fun toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every so often I go through Lo and Le's toys and do a BIG clean out.  I usually do this once in the summer and once in the winter... in between I do little purges here and there.  And these MUST be done when the kids aren't home... or I am in big trouble.  (Well, Logan is okay with it now and is happy to give his toys to kids that don't have as much as we do or kids that have to be in the hospital.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Leah's room somehow always gets filled up with junk, I mean, toys.  She likes to get everything out, spread it all over and play.  And play she does- she goes into her room and tells us not to come in and bother her because she is busy.  How is that for independence???  Anyway, she's got a lot of crap.  Yesterday, I got a new shelf/organizer thing for her room- and it fits perfectly in this one little corner.  I got to work while the kids were downstairs with Anthony, after dinner.  I dumped all her bins, boxes, crates, purses, and such onto her floor and organized.  Ponies and animals over here, princesses over there, babies here, etc.  And all their unnecessary accessories into one huge heaping pile.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the process, I tossed a few things that had missing pieces or that we just didn't need.  Ten baby bottles really isn't necessary.  And does one need fifteen little plastic brushes??  So, my  "garbage" pile wasn't big but I felt good about my work.  I dumped the "outgoing" into the garbage and away we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, let me say, that as soon as Leah went into her room, she started screaming. "I hate this thing.  I want my bins back.  Why are my toys in here?" (Meaning the new organizer."  She took ALL, yes ALL of her newly put away toys out and threw them onto the floor.  In case you were wondering, I was ignoring the whole thing and proceeding with the normal bedtime routine.  She finally settled down and that was that.  I left the toys... and she did put them away sometime today- not necessarily how I would organize them but they were all in the new organizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the funny thing is... that when I got home from work this afternoon, I see all the toys that I had thrown out all over the living room!?!? WTF??  Apparently, Leah saw the toys in the garbage bag as Anthony was taking them out and threw a fit.  Naturally, as any Dad would, he got the toys out of the bag and gave them to her!?!&lt;br /&gt;Leah's story was, "I was crying so hard and so sad and I couldn't stop so Daddy got them all for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I am back to square one...rounding up the toys that were initially thrown out and trying for a second time.  This time, I am taking them out to the garbage pail myself- in a double knotted black garbage bag.  And trust me, tomorrow, Leah will be fine... she won't even know!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the new organizer, at least the toys are in it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-7485111272551353899?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/7485111272551353899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=7485111272551353899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/7485111272551353899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/7485111272551353899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2009/02/sometimes-you-just-gotta.html' title='Sometimes you just gotta...'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SZUD3D2k3QI/AAAAAAAAAdk/RIEyn2qKF9s/s72-c/February+Pics-+room4+art+and+kids+011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-2616467685955093081</id><published>2008-12-19T18:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T19:37:35.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Video Games</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/38/83600442_dc7e74098c_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/38/83600442_dc7e74098c_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with video games?  I mean, we're not talking about the "shoot you down, steal your car, kill you games" (although a little Star Wars Legos isn't that bad) but the games where you progress through mazes in order to get a treasure, drive the monster truck through a series of challenging tracks, or the ones where you create a virtual farm, amusement park, or city.  And I do have to say, Club Penguin is my personal favorite. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my boy... and those of you who know him will agree, I think... is an active boy.  Not out of control (maybe, sometimes) but the kid likes to be on the go.  All the time.  So what's wrong with sitting him down on the computer to calm his little body?  And if I may say, he knows exactly how to log on to his profile, open the browser, and sign on to one of many websites that we've introduced him to.  Yes, we've started him on this virtual playground of video games.  Now, he doesn't spend a ton of time on the computer, but so what if he did??  Is this bad?  Will he not be as smart?  Will he become isolated and unsocial? No, I don't think so.  At all.  Again, Logan is an extremely bright, articulate, and social little guy.  If fact, I think the computer helps his overall being... it calms him down, enables him to focus his energy, and develops his fine-motor and visual-spatial skills, and overall eye-hand coordination.  I think it's just fine if my boy wants to play the computer or XBox for just a slice of his day.  If fact, I encourage it.  After all, look at how much time we adults spend on the computer or in front of the box.  I know I do my fair share.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-2616467685955093081?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/2616467685955093081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=2616467685955093081' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/2616467685955093081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/2616467685955093081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/12/video-games.html' title='Video Games'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/38/83600442_dc7e74098c_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-4463825982344028101</id><published>2008-11-30T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T22:49:02.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATES</title><content type='html'>Yes, it's been about three months since I've updated... I'm just so hooked on Facebook that I have very little time for other things...  anyway, here's a few updates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I read this in the paper today:&lt;/span&gt;  "Leave the Kids at Home.  Consumers accompanied by children bought 40% more items than consumers who were shopping by themselves.  Children, bless their little hearts, tend to use a variety of techniques to coax their parents into buying more stuff."  by Martin Lindstrom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts (after laughing out loud):&lt;/span&gt;  Duh... no, really?  But, not in this household!  Never... ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jingle Bell Run:&lt;/span&gt;  Yes, friends, I am "running" in the Seattle Jingle Bell Run.  I have been "training"- if you care to call it that, and actually feel pretty good (although, I can barely walk at the present moment)!  Check back with me in two weeks, after the event and wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Leah had her 4th Birthday:&lt;/span&gt;  Yes, it was great and yes, I am in denial... I just can't believe she is 4.  I really don't want to talk about it, but I will let you know that she is the funniest, silliest, cutest, sweetest, and most stubborn little girl I've ever known.  Happy 4th B-Day Sweet Leah.  Keep on being the best Little Le that you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- And, NO, I don't want anymore!  Very happy and in love with my two... and that's plenty. (Kim, Karen, and others with 2+ kids- I bow down to you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5-  A and I put up our Chirstmas lights today... and put up light we did!  It only took about half the day but... the results are spectacular.  As Logan said, "Wow, this is awesome, you guys."  And Leah, "Our house is REALLY, fancy now.  Really, really, REALLY fancy."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's what it's all about.  We also wrote letters to Santa, decorated paper Christmas trees, and made a Christmas Countdown chain!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;K Update on Lo:&lt;/span&gt;  As reported from his wonderful teacher at our parent-teacher conference: "First, he is the cutest thing ever!  He is so fun, polite, and is such a great friend.  (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;After these two comments, A and I are thinking, are you sure we're talking about the same Logan?)&lt;/span&gt;  He can be a bit distracted but he responds so well to my focus cues.  He has a real love for learning and is a whiz at science and math.  He's coming along with reading and writing and could always benefit from reviewing his sight words and writing about small moments.  He is thoughtful, kind, and has made a super adjustment to Kindergarten."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAH LOGAN!  You are a STAR and we are so proud of you.  Keep up the amazing work!!  She also mentioned that &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;he loves the girls and the girls love him&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now and I'm off to bed!&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving and Happy Holidays to All!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-4463825982344028101?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/4463825982344028101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=4463825982344028101' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/4463825982344028101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/4463825982344028101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/11/updates.html' title='UPDATES'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-7381761255196358706</id><published>2008-09-07T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T15:35:28.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SMRXHURnc7I/AAAAAAAAAWg/Q_5oyR3hc_s/s1600-h/Late+August+2008+069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SMRXHURnc7I/AAAAAAAAAWg/Q_5oyR3hc_s/s200/Late+August+2008+069.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243411649379398578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SMRXHr48-KI/AAAAAAAAAWo/JmQN6Loc7eg/s1600-h/Late+August+2008+078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SMRXHr48-KI/AAAAAAAAAWo/JmQN6Loc7eg/s200/Late+August+2008+078.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243411655718402210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SMRXHyR0m5I/AAAAAAAAAWw/XgJspCFpHeU/s1600-h/Late+August+2008+084.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SMRXHyR0m5I/AAAAAAAAAWw/XgJspCFpHeU/s200/Late+August+2008+084.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243411657433324434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-7381761255196358706?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/7381761255196358706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=7381761255196358706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/7381761255196358706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/7381761255196358706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/09/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SMRXHURnc7I/AAAAAAAAAWg/Q_5oyR3hc_s/s72-c/Late+August+2008+069.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-6815729164941895444</id><published>2008-09-07T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T15:31:24.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SMRVV3J9nwI/AAAAAAAAAWI/FYwonMfQjIM/s1600-h/Late+August+2008+033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SMRVV3J9nwI/AAAAAAAAAWI/FYwonMfQjIM/s200/Late+August+2008+033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243409700237451010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SMRVV3copII/AAAAAAAAAWQ/eu7lTtemUU4/s1600-h/Late+August+2008+029.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SMRVV3copII/AAAAAAAAAWQ/eu7lTtemUU4/s200/Late+August+2008+029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243409700315767938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SMRVWFYbMUI/AAAAAAAAAWY/H7AYu98a-rg/s1600-h/Late+August+2008+034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SMRVWFYbMUI/AAAAAAAAAWY/H7AYu98a-rg/s200/Late+August+2008+034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243409704056205634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah is so into "tea parties" these days.  She even gets to go to Abby/Sophie's house and do the "real deal"... they dress up in their finest- complete with make-up, nail polish, jewelry, and fancy hats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She also LOVES playing with her dollhouse- setting it all up with the furniture, dolls, and accessories.  She doesn't actually "play" but just organizes and rearranges. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah is the best "Mommy" around- she is always carrying her favorite dolly around, feeding her, dressing her, carrying her, singing to her, etc.  It is too cute...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-6815729164941895444?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/6815729164941895444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=6815729164941895444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/6815729164941895444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/6815729164941895444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/09/leah.html' title='Leah'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SMRVV3J9nwI/AAAAAAAAAWI/FYwonMfQjIM/s72-c/Late+August+2008+033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-4668669030887619147</id><published>2008-09-07T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T15:21:52.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does this mean...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SMRT5Y543uI/AAAAAAAAAVw/APSfuXYx3do/s1600-h/Lo+Soccer+2008+042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SMRT5Y543uI/AAAAAAAAAVw/APSfuXYx3do/s200/Lo+Soccer+2008+042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243408111569002210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SMRT5vgufiI/AAAAAAAAAV4/nHDfRfOFwBQ/s1600-h/Lo+Soccer+2008+024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SMRT5vgufiI/AAAAAAAAAV4/nHDfRfOFwBQ/s200/Lo+Soccer+2008+024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243408117637479970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SMRT519eU2I/AAAAAAAAAWA/Xz984SqI7o8/s1600-h/Lo+Soccer+2008+015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SMRT519eU2I/AAAAAAAAAWA/Xz984SqI7o8/s200/Lo+Soccer+2008+015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243408119368668002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... that I am a true soccer Mom now?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-4668669030887619147?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/4668669030887619147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=4668669030887619147' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/4668669030887619147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/4668669030887619147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/09/does-this-mean.html' title='Does this mean...'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SMRT5Y543uI/AAAAAAAAAVw/APSfuXYx3do/s72-c/Lo+Soccer+2008+042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-2881782343346115127</id><published>2008-09-02T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T21:27:31.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcZ5aId0_7g/SLyHqDvlWCI/AAAAAAAAArU/aMk1xC72QZQ/s320/LoRider.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcZ5aId0_7g/SLyHqDvlWCI/AAAAAAAAArU/aMk1xC72QZQ/s320/LoRider.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Logan starts Kindergarten tomorrow.  Everyone keeps asking me, "Are you sad? Are you worried?"  And honestly, no, I am not sad or worried... (maybe just a teeny-tiny bit) but I am happy and excited for Logan.  He is a fun, out-going, inquisitive, and energetic little guy.  He is extremely curious and he loves to learn, figure out how things work, and make sense of the world we live in.  Kindergarten is the "next stage" for Logan.  It just makes sense.  He loves being with other kids and has always enjoyed Pre-School.  I believe that Anthony and I have given Logan all the skills that he needs to "conquer" Kindergarten and the years to come.  Sure, there will be good days and bad days but, hey... that's life.  Yes, Lo will always be my "little guy" but at the same time... he is getting bigger and I feel that he is ready for this next stage.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Little Logan, we are extremely proud of you and excited for your new adventure.  We love you and support you in all you do.  As we like to say, "knock 'um down" and "go get 'um."    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, please excuse me as I go grab a tissue to dry my eyes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-2881782343346115127?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/2881782343346115127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=2881782343346115127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/2881782343346115127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/2881782343346115127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/09/big-night.html' title='The Big Night'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tcZ5aId0_7g/SLyHqDvlWCI/AAAAAAAAArU/aMk1xC72QZQ/s72-c/LoRider.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-7555472298989376744</id><published>2008-08-29T22:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T09:37:03.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Block</title><content type='html'>Every now and then I get into a "writers block"... I have great thought, ideas, and stories to share but sometimes... the words just don't flow.  There's certainly enough excitement in my life to fill pages and pages of stories but I just haven't been able to convey my ideas in writing that I am satisfied with.  Anyway, I'm hoping this "block" is over and I'm back on track!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes from Leah:&lt;br /&gt;"Mama, I love you but Gramma is so, so, so cute and nice."&lt;br /&gt;"Why is Reese and Beck's house not as messy as ours?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quotes from Logan:&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, can you please just leave your Ipod touch at home today... I promise to share with Leah."&lt;br /&gt;"Mom, I'm on the phone with Uncle and he needs my help today so I need to go over there."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-7555472298989376744?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/7555472298989376744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=7555472298989376744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/7555472298989376744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/7555472298989376744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/08/block.html' title='Block'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-6656840570741848269</id><published>2008-08-21T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T19:10:19.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kiddos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SK4f_GMRteI/AAAAAAAAAVo/6VNAgwVOnlk/s1600-h/LeLo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SK4f_GMRteI/AAAAAAAAAVo/6VNAgwVOnlk/s320/LeLo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237158585532790242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-6656840570741848269?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/6656840570741848269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=6656840570741848269' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/6656840570741848269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/6656840570741848269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/08/kiddos.html' title='The Kiddos'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SK4f_GMRteI/AAAAAAAAAVo/6VNAgwVOnlk/s72-c/LeLo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-3811924578228798514</id><published>2008-08-07T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T21:09:30.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle RULES!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SJvGxrkjWMI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Vwx7ENZCH8g/s1600-h/Camp+Vacation+2008+226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SJvGxrkjWMI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Vwx7ENZCH8g/s320/Camp+Vacation+2008+226.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231993948932888770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SJvGxg0BYcI/AAAAAAAAAVg/J8vukkEl5Ec/s1600-h/Camp+Vacation+2008+089.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SJvGxg0BYcI/AAAAAAAAAVg/J8vukkEl5Ec/s320/Camp+Vacation+2008+089.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231993946044981698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother got me an iPod touch for my b-day. &lt;br /&gt;Whoo-hoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's rad... I'm lucky he's my bro and my kids are super lucky he's their Unc.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Bri.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-3811924578228798514?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/3811924578228798514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=3811924578228798514' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/3811924578228798514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/3811924578228798514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/08/uncle-rules.html' title='Uncle RULES!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SJvGxrkjWMI/AAAAAAAAAVY/Vwx7ENZCH8g/s72-c/Camp+Vacation+2008+226.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-1733210565626858958</id><published>2008-07-28T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:24:25.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation. Week 2.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SI8sbihEVDI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/FZT2fnOgjpM/s1600-h/July+2005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SI8sbihEVDI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/FZT2fnOgjpM/s320/July+2005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228446544034026546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  Trip to Amsterdam Medical Clinic- ear infection, anyone??&lt;br /&gt;-  S'Mores inside... thanks to Meg and her cooking skills&lt;br /&gt;-  Archeology Dig Site- treasures hidden from ancestors&lt;br /&gt;-  5 bee stings for Uncle as a result from kneeling on a bee hive at the dig site&lt;br /&gt;-  Series of T-storms doesn't stop us... Uncle has a short-lived camp fire and spends the evening on the deck recording the storm&lt;br /&gt;-  Visits from Brady's and Bennett's&lt;br /&gt;-  Late night camp fire&lt;br /&gt;-  Uncle's week long training sessions (hydro-engineering 202, archery 157, trick masters 257, campfire 101, acro-judo gymnastics 303, treasure hunting 357)&lt;br /&gt;-  Megan &amp; Maddi (need we say more)&lt;br /&gt;-  Fancy drink concoctions&lt;br /&gt;-  Scavenger Hunt&lt;br /&gt;-  Scrabble tournament (I won, of course)!&lt;br /&gt;-  Beach, boat rides, ball games, books, BBQ!&lt;br /&gt;-  Swimming, sand, sun, sailing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-1733210565626858958?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/1733210565626858958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=1733210565626858958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/1733210565626858958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/1733210565626858958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/07/vacation-week-2.html' title='Vacation. Week 2.'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SI8sbihEVDI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/FZT2fnOgjpM/s72-c/July+2005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-7243363446031251851</id><published>2008-07-24T10:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T10:16:23.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sixth Sense</title><content type='html'>I think my kids have a sixth sense... it's the sense where they always need "Mama" as soon as I am ready to relax... lounge on the couch to read my book, check my email, unwind with a glass of wine, lay in the warm sun, read the latest gossip magazine, or call an old friend to catch up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes... I take multiple showers throughout the day just to have a little quiet time. That's okay, isn't it? I also tried to play "my version" of hide-and-seek where I go to the other end of the house/camp for a little reprieve but my "L friends" always find me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhhmmmm.  Interesting.  Very interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-7243363446031251851?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/7243363446031251851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=7243363446031251851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/7243363446031251851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/7243363446031251851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/07/sixth-sense.html' title='The Sixth Sense'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-566184807643886227</id><published>2008-07-23T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T07:45:35.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Old Fashioned T-Storms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3285/2479943837_ea12116269.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3285/2479943837_ea12116269.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were awakened this morning by the sound of thunder booming in the sky accompanied with flashes of lightening and sheets of rain.  I always remember the great storms that would come up over the lake here in NY.  The fog would roll in, the wind picked up, and clouds grew dark.  The forecast calls for thunderstorms and rain throughout the day.  And let me tell you- there were some loud crackles and bright flashes in the sky at 6am! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah's Reaction: crying and screaming in bed, "I hate these thunders.  When will it go away?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan's Reaction:  "I had no idea about these storms.  I didn't expect it to be this bad!  I woke up and was freaking out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-566184807643886227?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/566184807643886227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=566184807643886227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/566184807643886227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/566184807643886227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/07/good-old-fashioned-t-storms.html' title='Good Old Fashioned T-Storms'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-1450466780289175430</id><published>2008-07-19T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T20:47:40.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HATE-TO-QUIT-IT Happenings- Week 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b7d632b3127ccec18e98ab2cf800000010O08AbMnDlwzcsge3nw0/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D480/ry%3D320/"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://im1.shutterfly.com/media/47b7d632b3127ccec18e98ab2cf800000010O08AbMnDlwzcsge3nw0/cC/f%3D0/ps%3D50/r%3D0/rx%3D480/ry%3D320/" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-  Tasty Treats (s'mores, nachos, cinnamon loaf, corn toasties, watermelon)&lt;br /&gt;-  &lt;a href="http://paintedponyrodeo.com/western_rodeo.htm"&gt;Painted Pony Rodeo&lt;/a&gt; (need I say more)&lt;br /&gt;-  Sun, swim, and sand (what else could you ask for?)&lt;br /&gt;-  Toby or Hobie&lt;br /&gt;-  Can I ride the horsie, Gramma?&lt;br /&gt;-  Campfires (not "bomb" fires 'cause they're too loud)&lt;br /&gt;-  Slip 'n Slide&lt;br /&gt;-  Don and his damn boat&lt;br /&gt;-  &lt;a href="http://www.saratoga.org/"&gt;Saratoga&lt;/a&gt;, Congress Park, Spring Water&lt;br /&gt;-  Lo's new love... aka Meg.  (as A says, "well, she is just like a bigger Abby so why wouldn't he have a crush on her?")&lt;br /&gt;-  Jumping off the float&lt;br /&gt;-  Mama, can I go on the jet ski?&lt;br /&gt;-  Papa, you wanna go fishing?&lt;br /&gt;-  Seahorse, Seahorse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-1450466780289175430?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/1450466780289175430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=1450466780289175430' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/1450466780289175430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/1450466780289175430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/07/hate-to-quit-it-happenings-week-1.html' title='HATE-TO-QUIT-IT Happenings- Week 1'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-935828255145370747</id><published>2008-07-19T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T20:17:33.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A's New Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y140/goodluckphoto/postalley.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y140/goodluckphoto/postalley.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-935828255145370747?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/935828255145370747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=935828255145370747' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/935828255145370747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/935828255145370747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/07/as-new-friend.html' title='A&apos;s New Friend'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-5289407827910744887</id><published>2008-07-18T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T20:29:51.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snacktime... no more.</title><content type='html'>I was so sad and disappointed to read about this!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nationalpost.com/most_popular/story.html?id=661817"&gt;Barenaked Ladies singer admits to snorting cocaine.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a downer... and next to my hometown in Manlius, NY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-5289407827910744887?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/5289407827910744887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=5289407827910744887' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/5289407827910744887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/5289407827910744887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/07/snacktime-no-more.html' title='Snacktime... no more.'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-1165427534826003884</id><published>2008-07-07T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T19:17:08.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1332/933811710_6b52bcfeea_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1332/933811710_6b52bcfeea_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It drives me nuts that it is July 7th and already, I am receiving catalogs for "Back to School."  I mean, come on... just stop the marketing and let us enjoy the summer!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-1165427534826003884?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/1165427534826003884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=1165427534826003884' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/1165427534826003884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/1165427534826003884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School??'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1332/933811710_6b52bcfeea_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-4012380730034888032</id><published>2008-07-06T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:24:26.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SHGdtIK-R7I/AAAAAAAAAUw/yzuKnSo8Geg/s1600-h/Early+July+08+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SHGdtIK-R7I/AAAAAAAAAUw/yzuKnSo8Geg/s320/Early+July+08+041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220126841712297906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SHGducA1pJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/4dYxkMFzTu8/s1600-h/Photo+Shoot,+Beck+BDay+08+107.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SHGducA1pJI/AAAAAAAAAU4/4dYxkMFzTu8/s320/Photo+Shoot,+Beck+BDay+08+107.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220126864218367122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SHGduV4AWZI/AAAAAAAAAVA/zO2YwYz7BOU/s1600-h/Early+July+08+063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SHGduV4AWZI/AAAAAAAAAVA/zO2YwYz7BOU/s320/Early+July+08+063.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220126862570707346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SHGdunk5TqI/AAAAAAAAAVI/A2BDRnubbxk/s1600-h/Photo+Shoot,+Beck+BDay+08+044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SHGdunk5TqI/AAAAAAAAAVI/A2BDRnubbxk/s320/Photo+Shoot,+Beck+BDay+08+044.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220126867322392226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-4012380730034888032?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/4012380730034888032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=4012380730034888032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/4012380730034888032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/4012380730034888032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/07/picture-time.html' title='Picture Time'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SHGdtIK-R7I/AAAAAAAAAUw/yzuKnSo8Geg/s72-c/Early+July+08+041.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-9169546922784961400</id><published>2008-07-02T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T17:11:05.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snacktime!</title><content type='html'>We are hooked on a new kids CD-  &lt;a href="http://www.bnlmusic.com/snacktime/"&gt;Snacktime by Barenaked Ladies&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I personally enjoy Barenaked Ladies and have fond memories of listening to their music throughout my college and post-college days.  I was thrilled when I noticed their new CD-  for kids!!!  This collection is funny, entertaining, and contains songs and lyrics that both children and adults will enjoy.  Our car rides are much happier now... much happier.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah's Favorite Song:  Popcorn&lt;br /&gt;Logan's Favorite Song: Allergies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-9169546922784961400?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/9169546922784961400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=9169546922784961400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/9169546922784961400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/9169546922784961400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/07/snacktime.html' title='Snacktime!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-3804190671605605897</id><published>2008-07-02T16:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T17:05:10.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/70/198139557_3de7282f01_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/70/198139557_3de7282f01_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It always makes me feel good, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;real good&lt;/span&gt;, when people comment on how well-behaved our children are!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at dinner last night and the majority of people who attended did not have kids.  The L kids were great- well-mannered, polite, a little rambunctious but hey, they are kids!!  It probably helped that there was a fire for Logan to attend to and Leah was amused by the only other child present, a 3 1/2 month old baby- right up her alley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Anthony and Roger for a fun and relaxing evening- for both the kids and parents!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-3804190671605605897?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/3804190671605605897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=3804190671605605897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/3804190671605605897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/3804190671605605897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy.html' title='Happy'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/70/198139557_3de7282f01_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-219851513857463793</id><published>2008-06-29T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T22:46:43.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>6/30/2008</title><content type='html'>Our big day... watch out &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Land of Nod&lt;/span&gt;... here we come!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say Cheese!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-219851513857463793?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/219851513857463793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=219851513857463793' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/219851513857463793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/219851513857463793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/06/6302008.html' title='6/30/2008'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-968535815251815961</id><published>2008-06-28T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T23:04:17.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Why is it 11:01pm and our kids are still awake in their rooms?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-968535815251815961?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/968535815251815961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=968535815251815961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/968535815251815961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/968535815251815961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/06/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-5170966655422183265</id><published>2008-06-28T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T23:01:13.265-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Game Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/65/158346462_6cac05b717_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/65/158346462_6cac05b717_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We try to have a family game night at least once a week before bed instead of the standard 'ole tv show.  It's great fun to hang together and see the intense interest and concentration of the L kids.  They take these games SO seriously and get so involved.  Logan is great at explaining all the directions to us and Leah is too cute when she cheers everyone on!  And yes, everyone is pretty good about the turn taking and no winning or losing but having fun mentality.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team Interview:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you feel about game night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anth- Fun.  We need to kick it up a notch with Monopoly or Risk.  They're ready for it.&lt;br /&gt;Laura-  Game night is super fun.  We sit, play, talk, laugh, learn, and relax!!  What could be better?&lt;br /&gt;Logan-  I love to play games and I wish we could play 15 games each night!  But we compromise and usually do about 4. &lt;br /&gt;Leah-  I love, love, love, love to play Candy Land.  It is so fun and I wish I could eat up all the candy... for real!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-5170966655422183265?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/5170966655422183265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=5170966655422183265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/5170966655422183265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/5170966655422183265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/06/game-night.html' title='Game Night'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/65/158346462_6cac05b717_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-5711510730181850243</id><published>2008-06-26T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T21:38:14.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Did I Think...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2396/2186601218_dc84514df7.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2396/2186601218_dc84514df7.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never though, never ever, ever, ever, ever thought that I would be one of those people who set their clocks 10 minutes fast so they're not always late.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should become one of those people.  Yikes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-5711510730181850243?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/5711510730181850243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=5711510730181850243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/5711510730181850243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/5711510730181850243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/06/never-did-i-think.html' title='Never Did I Think...'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-8978882607668390624</id><published>2008-06-25T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T21:13:11.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/40/85923490_1ff3f51b46_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/40/85923490_1ff3f51b46_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new best friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-8978882607668390624?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/8978882607668390624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=8978882607668390624' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/8978882607668390624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/8978882607668390624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-friend.html' title='New Friend'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/40/85923490_1ff3f51b46_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-496384872357058563</id><published>2008-06-24T22:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:24:27.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Logan's Creation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SGHcKp3uD4I/AAAAAAAAAUo/hBlLBG-SeAM/s1600-h/Florida+2008+133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SGHcKp3uD4I/AAAAAAAAAUo/hBlLBG-SeAM/s320/Florida+2008+133.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215691919068106626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Logan:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So this thing is amazing.  It's a fighter jet, drag racer, and speed boat all in one.  And it goes super, super fast and can change from one thing to the next in about one second.  This thing is just amazing.  And I created it by myself."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan rocks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-496384872357058563?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/496384872357058563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=496384872357058563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/496384872357058563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/496384872357058563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/06/logans-creation.html' title='Logan&apos;s Creation'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SGHcKp3uD4I/AAAAAAAAAUo/hBlLBG-SeAM/s72-c/Florida+2008+133.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-6771092238557336251</id><published>2008-06-24T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:24:27.572-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I should have known Le was sick when she took a nap outside instead of playing in the pool this afternoon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SGHbiaeSjGI/AAAAAAAAAUg/PznCq0I_geo/s1600-h/June+08+Fun+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SGHbiaeSjGI/AAAAAAAAAUg/PznCq0I_geo/s320/June+08+Fun+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215691227740146786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when all the laundry was folded and put away, dinner was on the stove, phone had stopped ringing, kids were quiet, toys/clothes/shoes/etc were picked up, and I was about to pour myself a deserving glass of wine, I heard a loud scream and cry from downstairs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I put the wine on hold and quickly ran down to see what was going on.  Little Leah had thrown up all over... on the couch, blankets, pillows, floor, and herself.  Oh, my heart just went out to her.  This was the first time that she had "really gotten sick" and she had no idea what was going on.  She took a shower, got all cleaned up, and went to bed... threw up a few more times in the process of all this... and I am, yes again, spending time with my good friends known as the washer and dryer.  I did first hose everything down outside so this helped a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anth and Logan were great... They helped Leah and then walked to the store to pick up some crackers/bananas/gatorade for her while she got settled.  Logan was so cute... as soon as he heard that Leah had gotten sick, he ran into her room, got all her dolls and put barrettes and clips in their hair.  He carried about 5 of them to Leah and said, "Le, Are you okay?  I am so so sorry you throwed up and I got these for you to help you feel better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a guy... I am a proud Mama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Leah... after she calmed down, said, "Mom, it's not funny.  It's not funny that I did the throw up, it's just sad."  Poor baby!!  (And no, we were not laughing at all! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish us well... a quick bout of the bug for Le that doesn't get worse and pass through all of us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-6771092238557336251?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/6771092238557336251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=6771092238557336251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/6771092238557336251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/6771092238557336251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-should-have-known-le-was-sick-when.html' title='I should have known Le was sick when she took a nap outside instead of playing in the pool this afternoon.'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SGHbiaeSjGI/AAAAAAAAAUg/PznCq0I_geo/s72-c/June+08+Fun+010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-1548420189316705787</id><published>2008-06-23T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:24:28.344-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Logan the Wonder Boy in Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SGCOPz8e3xI/AAAAAAAAAUI/GVn545slxwU/s1600-h/DSC03106.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SGCOPz8e3xI/AAAAAAAAAUI/GVn545slxwU/s200/DSC03106.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215324770788106002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SGCOQN5au7I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/aBLSTEueG6o/s1600-h/DSC03109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SGCOQN5au7I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/aBLSTEueG6o/s200/DSC03109.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215324777754573746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SGCOQiBZ0hI/AAAAAAAAAUY/jLlpn2sNrX8/s1600-h/DSC01365.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SGCOQiBZ0hI/AAAAAAAAAUY/jLlpn2sNrX8/s200/DSC01365.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215324783156777490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan and I had a great discussion at bedtime tonight.  Mind you, this is after he played with his best buddy, Abby.  It went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;**Just picture Logan in all his seriousness and his little inquisitive mind.**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**Also, it should be noted that Logan did not look at me while we were talking.  He would walk around his room, sit next to me, get back up, come back to the bed... but he didn't look at me.  I noticed that he was deeply concentrating on his thoughts and ideas as we talked.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**I was concentrating on getting the little guy to bed but clearly, he needed a little question and answer time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo- So, Abby is nice, huh?&lt;br /&gt;Me- Yah, she is a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;Lo- Well, what do you like about her? &lt;br /&gt;Me- Hhhm.  What do I like? She plays and shares and...&lt;br /&gt;Lo- She's cute, too. And nice.  &lt;br /&gt;Me- Nod in agreement.&lt;br /&gt;Pause&lt;br /&gt;Lo- Boys usually marry girls and girls marry boys but sometimes girls marry girls and boys marry boys.&lt;br /&gt;Me- Yes, Logan, that's right.  You marry who you love.&lt;br /&gt;Lo- I wonder if dogs marry and cats and bunnies and things all marry.&lt;br /&gt;Lo- Well, who do you think I should marry?&lt;br /&gt;Me- It's hard to tell now because you are five and people usually get married when they are older.  I think you should marry someone who you love.&lt;br /&gt;Lo- Well, like, who do you think, though?&lt;br /&gt;Me- Who do you think, Lo?&lt;br /&gt;Pause&lt;br /&gt;Lo- I do like Abby.  Do you think Abby would like a boyfriend? Or does she have one?  I mean, who is her boyfriend?&lt;br /&gt;Me- Geee, I'm not too sure Logan but I think she does like playing with you. &lt;br /&gt;Lo- But do you think she likes me?&lt;br /&gt;Me- Yes, I do because she plays with you a lot and you are good friends.  And you have fun together.&lt;br /&gt;Lo- Yah, she's nice. I wonder if she wants to get married.&lt;br /&gt;Me- You just never know but I do know that Abby like you.&lt;br /&gt;Lo- Yah, she does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long pause and then I direct Logan to bed.  We say our good nights and as I leave the room he tells me one more thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo- Wait, Mama. Okay, well Mama, I am going to tell you something but don't tell Abby because if you do I will throw you out of the house and you will be homeless.  But &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I guess I am Abby's boyfriend&lt;/span&gt; but I am not going to tell her. &lt;br /&gt;Me- That's great, Logan.  I loved talking with you about this and I won't tell Abby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with that, he went to bed with a big smile on his face!!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I love it!!&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad that my little guy is comfortable talking about his love life with his 'ole Mama!!  Let's hope our relationship is always this open...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-1548420189316705787?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/1548420189316705787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=1548420189316705787' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/1548420189316705787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/1548420189316705787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/06/logan-wonder-boy-in-love.html' title='Logan the Wonder Boy in Love'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SGCOPz8e3xI/AAAAAAAAAUI/GVn545slxwU/s72-c/DSC03106.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-5821396824528684485</id><published>2008-06-23T16:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:24:29.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SGA4UlQ4K2I/AAAAAAAAATk/JChUeEbxboE/s1600-h/June+08+Fun+067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SGA4UlQ4K2I/AAAAAAAAATk/JChUeEbxboE/s200/June+08+Fun+067.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215230294746475362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SGA4VDhLHPI/AAAAAAAAATs/LqrmmOySXo4/s1600-h/June+08+Fun+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SGA4VDhLHPI/AAAAAAAAATs/LqrmmOySXo4/s200/June+08+Fun+072.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215230302867889394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SGA4Vfpj-oI/AAAAAAAAAT0/T0e-yhNHE0E/s1600-h/Mini+Golf+08+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SGA4Vfpj-oI/AAAAAAAAAT0/T0e-yhNHE0E/s200/Mini+Golf+08+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215230310419266178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-5821396824528684485?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/5821396824528684485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=5821396824528684485' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/5821396824528684485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/5821396824528684485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/06/picture-time.html' title='Picture Time'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SGA4UlQ4K2I/AAAAAAAAATk/JChUeEbxboE/s72-c/June+08+Fun+067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-105291217490419658</id><published>2008-06-15T23:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T23:27:03.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer is here... finally... I hope!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1166/1385103077_c59b55964a_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1166/1385103077_c59b55964a_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After weeks of cold, cloudy, and rainy, 40-50 degree weather, we had a perfect summer day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know it's summer at &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Team Robinson&lt;/span&gt; when:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  there is a constant trail of sand and grass throughout the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  the L kids each go through about 5 outfits and 4 bathing suits a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  you can't find any towels because the kids left them &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  all our cups are dirty (and left outside) because the L kids feel that it is necessary to get a new cup &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; time you need a drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  someone is crying because there is sunscreen in their eyes.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  I am reminded that we need to buy new popsicles tomorrow because all 24 of them got eaten today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  the sun sets at 9:30pm and we're all still out in the backyard playing and having fun!  What could be better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back, Summer!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-105291217490419658?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/105291217490419658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=105291217490419658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/105291217490419658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/105291217490419658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/06/summer-is-here-finally-i-hope.html' title='Summer is here... finally... I hope!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1166/1385103077_c59b55964a_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-5953801751879786483</id><published>2008-06-15T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T23:15:19.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leahisms</title><content type='html'>1.  When at gymnastics: "Mom, I have my pink leotard on and Monet has her pink      Monet-a-tard on, too." (I am thinking, what are you talking about, Le?  But she was exactly right- she wears a Leah-a-tard so Monet must wear a Monet-a-tard!)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  "Mom, I asked you a million times to help me and I am not going to ask again."&lt;br /&gt;(When she needed help getting her clothes on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  "I have to come inside because the hose and water are making me crazy." &lt;br /&gt;(While watering plants in the back-yard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  "I wanna stay three forever because four is a boys number and I only like three. Forever."  (She also says that she only wants to eat junk food and not "grow food" because she doesn't want to get any bigger!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  At bedtime: "Mom. You can lay down with me if I don't talk at all but you can leave if I do talk and make too much noise."  (Of course, she talks and talks and talks and talks some more!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Dada to Logan:  "What's your favorite number?"&lt;br /&gt;    Logan:  "5, of course."&lt;br /&gt;    Dada to Leah:   "What's your favorite number?"&lt;br /&gt;    Leah:  "I don't like numbers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  When someone (99.9% of the time, Logan) hits her, she says:  "It's not funny.  It's not funny at all."   Even though no one is laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Dada to Leah:  "What do you want to be when you grow up?"&lt;br /&gt;    Leah:  "Dad, remember, I'm gonna stay three forever and not be "grow-ed" up. Okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah rules.  She is awesome in every way and she's got the world all figured out!!  Go Leah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-5953801751879786483?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/5953801751879786483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=5953801751879786483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/5953801751879786483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/5953801751879786483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/06/leahisms.html' title='Leahisms'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-6365259592751863550</id><published>2008-06-06T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:24:29.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lo and Le</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SEnn9LYthQI/AAAAAAAAATU/lnCggqZ2-mY/s1600-h/May+08+round+2+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SEnn9LYthQI/AAAAAAAAATU/lnCggqZ2-mY/s200/May+08+round+2+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208949482245162242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SEnn-IO4qyI/AAAAAAAAATc/dKj8UMDLezk/s1600-h/April+2008+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SEnn-IO4qyI/AAAAAAAAATc/dKj8UMDLezk/s200/April+2008+043.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208949498578512674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-6365259592751863550?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/6365259592751863550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=6365259592751863550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/6365259592751863550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/6365259592751863550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/06/lo-and-le.html' title='Lo and Le'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SEnn9LYthQI/AAAAAAAAATU/lnCggqZ2-mY/s72-c/May+08+round+2+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-6836417627368530988</id><published>2008-05-29T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T00:23:17.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leah Hit the Jackpot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.woodtoybox.com/images/alphabetsouptoychestheader2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://www.woodtoybox.com/images/alphabetsouptoychestheader2.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both Lo and Le have toy chests in their rooms.  Usually, toys (clothes, books, Lego creations, art masterpieces and such) are placed on the top with limited access to what's inside (Leah's is filled with dolls, stuffed animals, and a few dress-up/pretend play items while Logan's is filled with books, blankets, stuffed animals, and clothes).  We generally don't access the toy chests on a daily basis, (I am thinking that we have enough toys to play with outside of the boxes) although, they are used occasionally during a game of hide-and-go-seek for a superior hiding spot.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... Leah has a habit of playing in her room an hour (or two) before she settles down and goes to bed for the night.  **Anthony and I often sit downstairs in amazement of all the noise she makes... it sounds like she is rearranging all the furniture in her room but the best is when she dances and sings at the top of her lungs!**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tonight, all is quiet on the home front, when all of a sudden, Leah comes running downstairs and says (with her pretty eyes open wide), "Mama, did you give me all of those new toys?  All of them?  You filled my toy box?  Thank-you, Mama. I needed all these new toys.  I am so happy.  Do you want to see them?  I can bring you up and show 'em all to you.  Come on.  Daddy, I got all these new toys that Mama gave me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time, I imagine that Anthony is thinking, "Not again.  I told Laura that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;we don't need any more toys&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is talking a mile a minute and is as happy as can be.  I go upstairs with her and sure enough, she has discovered the hidden gems in her toy box!!!  Too cute!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-6836417627368530988?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/6836417627368530988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=6836417627368530988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/6836417627368530988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/6836417627368530988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/05/leah-hit-thejackpot.html' title='Leah Hit the Jackpot.'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-381768295110392036</id><published>2008-05-28T21:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T21:38:40.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Cards</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/149/418906059_64b51b52b1_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/149/418906059_64b51b52b1_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan and Leah made and wrote out (Leah dictated her thoughts to me) their own "Thank You" cards for their teachers this year.  Their "comments" are worth sharing!  Mind you, we did this over a few "art sessions" and they were reminded to write something special and different in each card. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Logan:&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Lori-  I loved the snacks we had this year.&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Jennie- You were so nice this year and I like your teaching.&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Michelle- Thank you for helping me in my school.&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Laura-  It was nice being in your class some of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Leah:&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Enid- I love you and I made balloons for you.&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Kim- You are my best friend. I like you.&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Karie- I had a nice time and I hope you have a nice day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-381768295110392036?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/381768295110392036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=381768295110392036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/381768295110392036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/381768295110392036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/05/thank-you-cards.html' title='Thank You Cards'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/149/418906059_64b51b52b1_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-5863417258472107577</id><published>2008-05-27T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T21:12:09.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you kidding me??</title><content type='html'>After a tricky, drawn-out bedtime, Leah yells down to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mama, I'm just going to sleep in Logan's room, okay?  He told me it's fine."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the fun!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-5863417258472107577?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/5863417258472107577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=5863417258472107577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/5863417258472107577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/5863417258472107577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/05/are-you-kidding-me.html' title='Are you kidding me??'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-290079795282793938</id><published>2008-05-25T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T21:32:57.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought wrong.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/125/334961184_e60b5aabcc_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/125/334961184_e60b5aabcc_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I mistakenly thought that with our new washer and dryer, I wouldn't be doing as much laundry as before (or spending as much time doing laundry).  Ha, what &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; I thinking?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-290079795282793938?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/290079795282793938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=290079795282793938' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/290079795282793938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/290079795282793938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-thought-wrong.html' title='I thought wrong.'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/125/334961184_e60b5aabcc_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-2010101475781574287</id><published>2008-05-11T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T22:41:14.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Loss for Words</title><content type='html'>I think about posting quite often... well, everyday actually, sometimes even twice a day.  We've been so busy lately but at the same time, just progressing through our everyday routines.  I guess that what happens when you have an active, animated 5 year old boy and a sassy, lively 3 year old girl.  Don't get me wrong... life is good- great actually, but boy, am I tired at the end of the day (and at definite periods throughout the day)!!  I have been thinking a lot lately about, "Wow, are my kids really 5 and 3?  Is Lo really going to Kindergarten in the Fall?  There's just no way."  Hence, I have been trying to slow down and thoroughly enjoy the "little things in life", the everyday routines I mentioned above... with some examples below.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way Leah tells me so seriously in the morning (with her hands on her little hips) that she will not wear a specific shirt "because it has blue stripes and blue is a boy color and she needs to wear girl colors because they are her favorite and blue is so, so boring".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Logan will beg me to let him ride his skateboard to school because he "needs to practice his tricks" (and trust me, he is pretty darn good).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How it doesn't matter that the kitchen is destroyed and things are thrown all over the place because Logan was finding a container for Leah's new pet caterpillar named Fuzzy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How yes, we &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; stop and get ice cream and walk along the beach even though it's way past bedtime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Leah manages to get glue, glitter, stickers, paint, and sparkles from one end of the house to another because she has been working so hard on projects for Grandma, Papa, Uncle, Monet, Abby, Sara, and even Logan.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How sweet it &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; is when Lo and Le pick all of the tulips and flowers in our yard (and some of the neighbors, too), leave them on the front porch, ring the doorbell, and run away... all because they wanted to surprise me on Mother's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How it takes us 45 minutes to walk around the block because the kids are so observant and notice every little detail from bugs to flowers to houses to animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Logan was so excited to give me 4 packs of gum on Mother's Day because "I know you love gum, Mama and you always share it with me and I was wondering if I could have some now.  I actually got it for both of us." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How "my babies" are now 5 and 3 and they continue to make me the happiest Mom ever and help to remind me about the magical "little things in life"!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Mother's Day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-2010101475781574287?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/2010101475781574287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=2010101475781574287' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/2010101475781574287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/2010101475781574287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/05/loss-for-words.html' title='A Loss for Words'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-8843494408012726259</id><published>2008-04-16T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T21:42:11.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Addicted</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.brothersallnatural.com/strawberrybanana/strawberrybanana.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.brothersallnatural.com/strawberrybanana/strawberrybanana.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love these &lt;a href="http://www.brothersallnatural.com/"&gt;things&lt;/a&gt;... could eat them all day... and night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-8843494408012726259?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/8843494408012726259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=8843494408012726259' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/8843494408012726259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/8843494408012726259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/04/addicted.html' title='Addicted'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-4014003291809592700</id><published>2008-04-16T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T21:37:03.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, yes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.heritagegiftstore.com/images/PRODUCT/medium/485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.heritagegiftstore.com/images/PRODUCT/medium/485.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-4014003291809592700?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/4014003291809592700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=4014003291809592700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/4014003291809592700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/4014003291809592700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-yes.html' title='Oh, yes...'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-2170780893393162883</id><published>2008-04-15T22:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T22:27:47.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things Happen in Threes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1323/1072240030_e51772f3a8.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1323/1072240030_e51772f3a8.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few words about our weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Thursday-&lt;/span&gt;  Lo falls and cuts his lip.  One stitch on the outside, one stitch on the inside.  Fun, fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Friday-&lt;/span&gt;  Lo decided to jump out of a tree house and fractures his little foot.  Yes, more fun for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Saturday-&lt;/span&gt;  After screaming in pain all night because of a toothache, Logan has to have a tooth pulled because of a cavity that is down to the nerve and is beginning to get infected!  Fun, fun, and more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poor guy had a rough few days!  However, he was a TROOPER, so BRAVE and COOPERATIVE at ALL the doctor visits.  We love you Lo... and no more accidents!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-2170780893393162883?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/2170780893393162883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=2170780893393162883' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/2170780893393162883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/2170780893393162883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/04/things-happen-in-threes.html' title='Things Happen in Threes'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-228303478355133699</id><published>2008-04-15T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:24:29.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I love the neighborhood kids...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SAWIr6ru8xI/AAAAAAAAATM/CEjlxPI3aSo/s1600-h/DSC00432.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SAWIr6ru8xI/AAAAAAAAATM/CEjlxPI3aSo/s320/DSC00432.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189704433682805522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  They are all kind and polite kids who will spend hours entertaining L and L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  The older girls are amazing babysitters, who love to play, play, play, can walk to our house, have reasonable rates, and their parents are close by in the event of an emergency. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  The kids teach L and L new games which forces them to learn turn-taking, sharing,  following the rules, and that winning isn't everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  They help the L kids learn to respect the needs and feelings of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  They are extremely creative and spark the creativity in L and L- perform plays,  make up their own games, role-playing, acting out scenes from books, and creating "magical" worlds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  The kids all remind me of when I was growing up... when we would run to our neighbors houses, play in the backyard, sell lemonade, start a game of kickball, and ride bikes for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  They help the L kids learn that "if you aren't nice, then we won't play with you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  The kids help Lo and Le to problem solve, negotiate, create, and think in new ways.  They also model appropriate behavior and manners for Lo and Le.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Ivy, Shawny, Sara, Clare, Ben, Gabe, Sophie, Abby, Max, Henry, Annabel, Lauren, and Jack!!  Lo and Le are &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; very lucky to have you in their lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-228303478355133699?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/228303478355133699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=228303478355133699' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/228303478355133699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/228303478355133699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-i-love-neighborhood-kids.html' title='Why I love the neighborhood kids...'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/SAWIr6ru8xI/AAAAAAAAATM/CEjlxPI3aSo/s72-c/DSC00432.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-1027496878292299901</id><published>2008-04-11T20:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T20:41:39.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fairy Houses</title><content type='html'>There's something magical about building a fairy house in the backyard!!  &lt;br /&gt;Way to go, L Kids.  I love your work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah- "Maybe the fairy will come and leave us a surprise."&lt;br /&gt;Logan- "Yah, like candy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3263/2406837488_a4e05f5d3f.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3263/2406837488_a4e05f5d3f.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-1027496878292299901?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/1027496878292299901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=1027496878292299901' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/1027496878292299901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/1027496878292299901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/04/fairy-houses.html' title='Fairy Houses'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-59723523523794825</id><published>2008-04-10T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:24:30.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Logan.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R_7LULYOA5I/AAAAAAAAASw/TjZj0RNd2FY/s1600-h/DSC01544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R_7LULYOA5I/AAAAAAAAASw/TjZj0RNd2FY/s320/DSC01544.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187807368289584018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R_7LUbYOA6I/AAAAAAAAAS4/nXc73HAYra4/s1600-h/Easter+08+041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R_7LUbYOA6I/AAAAAAAAAS4/nXc73HAYra4/s320/Easter+08+041.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187807372584551330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R_7LUrYOA7I/AAAAAAAAATA/kAcHGfBF4ic/s1600-h/DSC01902.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R_7LUrYOA7I/AAAAAAAAATA/kAcHGfBF4ic/s320/DSC01902.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187807376879518642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-59723523523794825?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/59723523523794825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=59723523523794825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/59723523523794825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/59723523523794825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-logan.html' title='And Logan.'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R_7LULYOA5I/AAAAAAAAASw/TjZj0RNd2FY/s72-c/DSC01544.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-2963964755348123726</id><published>2008-04-10T19:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:24:31.109-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A few pics to catch you up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R_7JNrYOA2I/AAAAAAAAASY/jVCYHM8fBq0/s1600-h/Easter+08+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R_7JNrYOA2I/AAAAAAAAASY/jVCYHM8fBq0/s320/Easter+08+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187805057597178722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R_7JN7YOA3I/AAAAAAAAASg/-oHwDR1aXMM/s1600-h/Easter+08+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R_7JN7YOA3I/AAAAAAAAASg/-oHwDR1aXMM/s320/Easter+08+019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187805061892146034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R_7JOLYOA4I/AAAAAAAAASo/wwOEEjt7Mp0/s1600-h/Easter+08+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R_7JOLYOA4I/AAAAAAAAASo/wwOEEjt7Mp0/s320/Easter+08+027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187805066187113346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-2963964755348123726?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/2963964755348123726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=2963964755348123726' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/2963964755348123726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/2963964755348123726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/04/few-pics-to-catch-you-up.html' title='A few pics to catch you up...'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R_7JNrYOA2I/AAAAAAAAASY/jVCYHM8fBq0/s72-c/Easter+08+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-8237957075143222722</id><published>2008-04-10T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:24:31.541-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have we been?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R_7GjrYOA1I/AAAAAAAAASQ/V5fQKxRpSZI/s1600-h/Easter+08+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R_7GjrYOA1I/AAAAAAAAASQ/V5fQKxRpSZI/s320/Easter+08+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187802137019417426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we got hit... hard!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last 2 1/2 weeks have been spent in bed with high fevers (104.3 was the record), chills, sore throats, coughs, and aches and pains.  Yes, we got hit with the flu.  And it was NOT fun.  Just a few highlights from the past weeks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   - $180 in doctor co-pays between the kids at myself&lt;br /&gt;                   - dehydration&lt;br /&gt;                   - strep throat tests&lt;br /&gt;                   - chest x-rays for pneumonia&lt;br /&gt;                   - kids sleeping for hours on end (and if you know my Logan, this  is not normal)&lt;br /&gt;                   - house bound for days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't go on about it... because I am blocking it from my memory BUT we are on our way to recovery and finally, are feeling better.  All I can say is, I have never been so sick in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A HUGE thank you to Gramma and DaDa for taking such good care of us!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-8237957075143222722?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/8237957075143222722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=8237957075143222722' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/8237957075143222722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/8237957075143222722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/04/where-have-we-been.html' title='Where have we been?'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R_7GjrYOA1I/AAAAAAAAASQ/V5fQKxRpSZI/s72-c/Easter+08+008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-1974585199979182975</id><published>2008-03-14T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T22:01:29.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fortunately, Unfortunately</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fortunately&lt;/span&gt;, I found something that actually &lt;a href="http://www.theherbalist.com/sinutone.html"&gt;works&lt;/a&gt; for my allergies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;, it is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;extremely&lt;/span&gt; nasty tasting.  But, hey, it works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fortunately&lt;/span&gt;, my kids are getting awesome nutrition through our daily "green" smoothies.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;, Leah threw hers all over the kitchen this morning because it was a "yucky brown-gray color." &lt;br /&gt;**It is always a treat to see what color the daily smoothie will be. Apparently todays was NOT a favorite.  Must have been the kale and blueberries mixed with everything else??  Needless to say, a lot of Le's morning was spent in time out... after she took her "slow little time" cleaning up her big mess!**  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately&lt;/span&gt;, my parents made it to Salt Lake City safely today.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;, late yesterday, they realized that they were supposed to leave yesterday morning, not today!!  Good one, guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fortunately&lt;/span&gt;, Logan is very independent in his computer skills at the ripe age of 5... and has found some cool learning games. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;, he also found &lt;a href="http://www.clubpenguin.com/"&gt;Club Penguin&lt;/a&gt; and I am SO addicted to the damn game that I stay up all night playing it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fortunately&lt;/span&gt;, I am reading an awesome book, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Tea-Rose-Novel-Jennifer-Donnelly/dp/0312993560"&gt;The Tea Rose,&lt;/a&gt; for my book club.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Unfortunately&lt;/span&gt;, we meet this Friday and I'm on page 42 out of 557.  I'm telling you, it's Club Penguin!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-1974585199979182975?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/1974585199979182975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=1974585199979182975' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/1974585199979182975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/1974585199979182975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/03/fortunately-unfortunately.html' title='Fortunately, Unfortunately'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-6624229478130496572</id><published>2008-03-14T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T22:24:28.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anthony's Picks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=NTo4ev-khTE&amp;feature=related"&gt;Matt Mays- On the Hood&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty cool song... weird video!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-6624229478130496572?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/6624229478130496572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=6624229478130496572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/6624229478130496572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/6624229478130496572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/03/anthonys-picks.html' title='Anthony&apos;s Picks'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-38882410299096021</id><published>2008-03-06T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:24:31.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mom, Guess What?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R9Ch2fYzhAI/AAAAAAAAASI/7RuF7qBqS8A/s1600-h/DSC00942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R9Ch2fYzhAI/AAAAAAAAASI/7RuF7qBqS8A/s320/DSC00942.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174813929359246338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan:  "Mama, Mama, Guess what?  I can climb the tree and get to the top of the fence and even sit on the top of the fence and get on Max's roof if I wanna!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah:   "Mommy, I can really do a flip on the trampoline... like this."   And yes, she does it- well, more like a somersault.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking, ummm.... maybe those gymnastics classes aren't so good?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS-  I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; that my kids enjoy playing outside so much!  They are imaginative &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; creative... playing "surviving the wilderness", "the three pigs", making "stone soup"... and more. This is what it's all about!  Not plastic toys that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; the creating for you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS- Can you &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;believe&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; my babies are 5 and 3?  And Lo will go to Kindergarten?   Aaaahhh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-38882410299096021?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/38882410299096021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=38882410299096021' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/38882410299096021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/38882410299096021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/03/mom-guess-what.html' title='&quot;Mom, Guess What?&quot;'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R9Ch2fYzhAI/AAAAAAAAASI/7RuF7qBqS8A/s72-c/DSC00942.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-2824897284443966373</id><published>2008-02-24T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T21:58:29.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Such is life.</title><content type='html'>Overheard at Preschool Drop-Off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting:&lt;/span&gt; A tired mom gently bounces up and down trying to calm her screaming 3-month old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Helpful Mom:&lt;/span&gt; You could try putting him up on the dryer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired Mom:&lt;/span&gt; I'm going to try putting him up on Craig's List.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-2824897284443966373?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/2824897284443966373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=2824897284443966373' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/2824897284443966373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/2824897284443966373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/02/such-is-life.html' title='Such is life.'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-6423500287281753715</id><published>2008-02-24T16:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:24:33.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Florida Trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R8ISc5mJzmI/AAAAAAAAARo/NMtijqy5j24/s1600-h/Florida+2008+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R8ISc5mJzmI/AAAAAAAAARo/NMtijqy5j24/s320/Florida+2008+021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170715609881235042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R8ISdZmJznI/AAAAAAAAARw/GubReomaMco/s1600-h/Florida+2008+029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R8ISdZmJznI/AAAAAAAAARw/GubReomaMco/s320/Florida+2008+029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170715618471169650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R8ISd5mJzoI/AAAAAAAAAR4/imV1qmcA4AI/s1600-h/Florida+2008+078.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R8ISd5mJzoI/AAAAAAAAAR4/imV1qmcA4AI/s320/Florida+2008+078.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170715627061104258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R8ISepmJzpI/AAAAAAAAASA/3Zn3jR36Zos/s1600-h/Florida+2008+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R8ISepmJzpI/AAAAAAAAASA/3Zn3jR36Zos/s320/Florida+2008+013.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170715639946006162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Florida trip went something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  The L kids were GREAT on the plane ride.  Everyone was happy, cooperative, and excited for our adventure... and I didn't even have to bribe with candy and new toys! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  After our long flight across the country as we were waiting for our luggage, I said to Gramma (not knowing what the future held), "Wow, this is going to be a perfect trip.  The kids are older now and so cooperative and helpful."  HA, HA, HA-  little did I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Night 1-  Leah was throwing up throughout the night.  Real fun when you are in a new setting, trying to keep quiet so those around you don't wake up, and experiencing extreme exhaustion.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Spent day at pool, beach, pool, beach, pool, beach...  And I thought I was going to actually sit in the lounge chair and read my book!?!?  Kids played with friends and LOVED the water... even the gigantic waves.  Lots of sand castle making.  Oh, and Leah- she was fine, you'd never know she was sick the night before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Out to a fun dinner?  What the hell were Gramma and I thinking???  Poor, poor behavior (the kids, not us).  No cooperation.  Enough said.  Gramma &amp; Mama = Pure Exhaustion and Embarrassment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  New Day- Gramma and Mama look forward to a fresh start, positive attitude, and fun in the sun!  Right??  No.  Poor, actually, terrible behavior continues.  Fighting.  Name Calling.  Hitting.  Back-Talking.  From my sweet angles!?!?  What happened?  this day was particularly fun- filled with lots of time-outs and loss of privileges for the L kids... we tried it &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; , but man, these kids were playing us back and forth!!  It was like &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; had a master plan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, did I mention that this was the day that we all got stung by jelly-fish?  Well, yes... little burning stings for all.  More fun to add to the fun!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Gramma and Mama had a "late night conference" with a bottle of wine... or two... about our strategy for rest of the trip to ensure proper (heck, we'd even settle for slightly improved) behavior.  Off to bed for a good night's sleep so we're ready and fresh for the morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Wrong.  Oh, so wrong.  Logan was up ALL NIGHT complaining that his ear was hurting so bad.  Poor guy tossed and turned for most of the night.  Now, mind you, I am thinking what the hell is going on???  Logan has had 1 ear infection in his entire life.  Surely, he can't possibly have an ear infection?  No way possible. And... as much as I love my kids to death and never want them to be sick or hurt, it was hard for me to be extremely loving and sympathetic, given his &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;not-so-desirable behavior&lt;/span&gt; throughout the day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Fast forward to the Pediatric Associates Clinic in Boca Raton Florida (we did first try to get an otoscope from one of Gramma Lenore's nurses but no, that would have been &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;way, way&lt;/span&gt; too simple). Now, from first glance, this is an awesome office- brightly decorated in a children's transportation theme from the road map on the floors to the walls decorated with traffic signs and an outdoor scene to the brightly colored furniture- both adult and kid-sized.  As we enter the building, I am all smiles thinking this is a great place- we'll be in and out of hear and on our way.  Gramma on the other hand has a look of terror on her face, looking around at ALL, I mean, ALL of the sick kids in there.  I could go on and on about the doctor visit but... bottomline, double ear infection for Lo!!  Boy, was I wrong about his diagnosis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  By this time, it's about 2pm, Leah is grumpy and tired and all Logan wants to do is go swimming!  All I want to do is get these damn prescriptions filled and get on our merry way!!  The day ended with dinner and drinks after a quick jaunt at the  beach/pool... with slightly better behavior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  The rest of the trip... was a blur.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  However, the kids were PERFECT on the plane ride home!  So good... happy, cooperative, slept for 2-3 hours, and no complaining.  I have no idea what happened or why the sudden change of attitude for the kids but, hey, I am not complaining... and I'm sure Gramma isn't either.  Overall, the sun, sand, ocean, and pool were heavenly, the kids DID have a ton of fun, and we all are healthy (for the most part) and happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that was a slice of our trip to Florida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A HUGH thanks to Gramma for her patience, sense of humor, and awesome knowledge of kids and parenting!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-6423500287281753715?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/6423500287281753715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=6423500287281753715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/6423500287281753715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/6423500287281753715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/02/florida-trip.html' title='Florida Trip'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R8ISc5mJzmI/AAAAAAAAARo/NMtijqy5j24/s72-c/Florida+2008+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-2828512106736481789</id><published>2008-02-13T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T22:13:49.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leah loves...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2270/2260643934_24ef356ff1.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2270/2260643934_24ef356ff1.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In preschool, for Valentine's Day, Leah painted a big heart and had to tell what she loves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's her responses (in no particular order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        - &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;People&lt;/span&gt; because they are nice.&lt;br /&gt;        - &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;School Buses&lt;/span&gt; because they're yellow.&lt;br /&gt;        - &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Clocks&lt;/span&gt; because I just do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the way Leah thinks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-2828512106736481789?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/2828512106736481789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=2828512106736481789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/2828512106736481789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/2828512106736481789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/02/leah-loves.html' title='Leah loves...'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-4721879479393707332</id><published>2008-02-13T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T22:13:35.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And Logan's Poem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2038/2251623512_12ed2a3fb6_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2038/2251623512_12ed2a3fb6_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan's Class wrote Valentine's Day poems...  so cute (and funny, too)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;- very much I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;- a lot of hugs and Abby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;- love, love, love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;- everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;- nice to kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;- time to snuggle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;- I love you, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;- nice again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;- everyone is love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this was written by my 5 year old!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-4721879479393707332?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/4721879479393707332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=4721879479393707332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/4721879479393707332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/4721879479393707332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/02/and-logans-poem.html' title='And Logan&apos;s Poem...'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2038/2251623512_12ed2a3fb6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-936974685896169668</id><published>2008-02-11T14:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T14:40:42.331-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will there?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/229/507795047_b0bdbac63d_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/229/507795047_b0bdbac63d_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will there &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ever&lt;/span&gt; be a day when I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have laundry to do, dishes to clean, breakfast, lunch, and dinner to make, and a house to clean??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wondering...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-936974685896169668?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/936974685896169668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=936974685896169668' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/936974685896169668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/936974685896169668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/02/will-there.html' title='Will there?'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/229/507795047_b0bdbac63d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-6562999605322621589</id><published>2008-02-07T21:59:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:24:33.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Snazzy Snakes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R6vxW088pVI/AAAAAAAAARY/kbfL74BGACw/s1600-h/Feb+2008+024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R6vxW088pVI/AAAAAAAAARY/kbfL74BGACw/s320/Feb+2008+024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164486772184098130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R6vxXU88pWI/AAAAAAAAARg/XaMmeDDdhe4/s1600-h/Feb+2008+025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R6vxXU88pWI/AAAAAAAAARg/XaMmeDDdhe4/s320/Feb+2008+025.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164486780774032738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leah and I were reading the book &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My Love For You&lt;/span&gt;, by Susan Roth and we both noticed the neat collage illustrations.  We were especially impressed with the snakes.  Now, I do not like snakes.  No fun.  Creepy.  Keep them away from me.  I just don't like the things.  BUT... these snakes were so cute and colorful... that Leah and I decided we would make some of our own!  So we got to work.  This was a great activity for the kids involving cutting skills, making patterns, and reinforcing shapes and colors (for Leah).  Logan even suggested that we "create a list of "S" words to tell about our snakes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of the end result (which I think is pretty darn cute)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our list of S Words: silly, snazzy, scared, slithering, slimy, special, surprised, squiggly, smart, sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan and I even took it a step further (when Leah was taking her nap) and wrote sentences about our snakes.  Here's a few of the ones that Logan came up with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly snakes slither around.&lt;br /&gt;Look! A slimy scared snake slithers away.&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever see a special snake that had squiggly shapes on it?&lt;br /&gt;The snake is sleepy so he went to sleep!&lt;br /&gt;Snakes surprise me when I see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my personal favorite:&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever throw a slimy and slithering snake on my scared Mom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-6562999605322621589?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/6562999605322621589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=6562999605322621589' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/6562999605322621589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/6562999605322621589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/02/silly-snazzy-snakes.html' title='Silly Snazzy Snakes'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R6vxW088pVI/AAAAAAAAARY/kbfL74BGACw/s72-c/Feb+2008+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-4176206065261125505</id><published>2008-02-06T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:24:34.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping Kids, Snow Fun, &amp; Silly Faces</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R6qTME88pSI/AAAAAAAAARA/4R_fgA95pf8/s1600-h/DSC03109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R6qTME88pSI/AAAAAAAAARA/4R_fgA95pf8/s320/DSC03109.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164101758430782754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R6qTMk88pTI/AAAAAAAAARI/C4YWgUc-y7U/s1600-h/Joanuary+2008+072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R6qTMk88pTI/AAAAAAAAARI/C4YWgUc-y7U/s320/Joanuary+2008+072.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164101767020717362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R6qTNU88pUI/AAAAAAAAARQ/PwdrayiDPEc/s1600-h/Joanuary+2008+065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R6qTNU88pUI/AAAAAAAAARQ/PwdrayiDPEc/s320/Joanuary+2008+065.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164101779905619266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-4176206065261125505?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/4176206065261125505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=4176206065261125505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/4176206065261125505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/4176206065261125505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/02/shopping-kids-snow-fun-silly-faces.html' title='Shopping Kids, Snow Fun, &amp; Silly Faces'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R6qTME88pSI/AAAAAAAAARA/4R_fgA95pf8/s72-c/DSC03109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-4096742051145690639</id><published>2008-02-06T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T21:05:09.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today We...</title><content type='html'>Today we...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- went for a bike ride/walk in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;- made, decorated, and wrote out Valentine's Day Cards.&lt;br /&gt;- conducted Science Experiments with water, oil, vinegar, food coloring, baking soda,                                                                                                                    sugar crystals, and more.&lt;br /&gt;- created a "car show" with all types of vehicles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...all between 4pm and 6pm!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-4096742051145690639?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/4096742051145690639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=4096742051145690639' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/4096742051145690639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/4096742051145690639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/02/today-we.html' title='Today We...'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-5612272541548257912</id><published>2008-01-26T19:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T19:27:48.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My daughter is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/24/92940005_253f9abdcf_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/24/92940005_253f9abdcf_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...obsessed with Band-Aids.  She loves the things.  Loves.  She searches all over her cute little body to find the tiniest boo-boo, scratch, mark, bruise, or anything else that might require (or not) a Band-Aid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't even need the "fancy" ones- you know, Dora, Barbie, Hello Kitty, Scooby-Doo... Nope, a plain old light brown Band-Aid will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves the things.  Just loves them.  And if they make her happy and keep her occupied for 15-20 minutes, well, she can have all the Band-Aids she wants.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, it's a great fine motor activity for her to open them just so (all by herself),  peel the wrapper off, and ever so perfectly place it on the "boo-boo" in need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-5612272541548257912?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/5612272541548257912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=5612272541548257912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/5612272541548257912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/5612272541548257912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/01/my-daughter-is.html' title='My daughter is...'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/24/92940005_253f9abdcf_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-2264374264919019617</id><published>2008-01-19T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:24:36.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Polka Dots!</title><content type='html'>Leah's new wall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R5Lwt5kTVsI/AAAAAAAAAQw/8XIinA-IE00/s1600-h/Polka+Dots+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R5Lwt5kTVsI/AAAAAAAAAQw/8XIinA-IE00/s200/Polka+Dots+006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157449194630502082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R5LwuZkTVtI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/_EpixRUg1Zc/s1600-h/Polka+Dots+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R5LwuZkTVtI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/_EpixRUg1Zc/s200/Polka+Dots+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157449203220436690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-2264374264919019617?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/2264374264919019617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=2264374264919019617' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/2264374264919019617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/2264374264919019617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/01/polka-dots.html' title='Polka Dots!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R5Lwt5kTVsI/AAAAAAAAAQw/8XIinA-IE00/s72-c/Polka+Dots+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-7867151027879397708</id><published>2008-01-19T22:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:24:36.544-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Fun</title><content type='html'>Living Room Fort and Riding the Zebra Dada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R5LwJJkTVqI/AAAAAAAAAQg/wWSULPo0kIU/s1600-h/Polka+Dots+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R5LwJJkTVqI/AAAAAAAAAQg/wWSULPo0kIU/s200/Polka+Dots+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157448563270309538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R5LwJpkTVrI/AAAAAAAAAQo/9Yh2CvYLBqg/s1600-h/Polka+Dots+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R5LwJpkTVrI/AAAAAAAAAQo/9Yh2CvYLBqg/s200/Polka+Dots+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157448571860244146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-7867151027879397708?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/7867151027879397708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=7867151027879397708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/7867151027879397708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/7867151027879397708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/01/family-fun.html' title='Family Fun'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R5LwJJkTVqI/AAAAAAAAAQg/wWSULPo0kIU/s72-c/Polka+Dots+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-821506133196634229</id><published>2008-01-19T22:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-19T22:46:08.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The search is on.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/222/503387561_2010accd12_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/222/503387561_2010accd12_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1332/933811710_6b52bcfeea_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1332/933811710_6b52bcfeea_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we officially started our search for a Kindergarten/School for Mr. Lo.  A search, you ask?  Yes, in the lovely Seattle Schools, you get to choose which school your kids go to.  No, it's not just your "neighborhood" school or the school that is closest to your house- that would be too easy, right??  The city is divided into "clusters" and you are &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;guaranteed&lt;/span&gt; a school within your cluster but you may apply for any school in the district.  Our cluster has &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;, yes, that's &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;, elementary schools in it.  Luckily, we live in an area, or should I say, cluster, where all the schools are great with a few exceptional ones.  In fact, the school that is closest to us (within walking distance) is an awesome school!!  Lucky for us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I told myself that I wasn't going to get all "crazy" with this school choice stuff...  Logan will do great where ever he is, it's the parents job to make sure the kid receives a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; education, blah, blah, blah...  but as it got closer to school tour time (yes, that's right, friends, we go to each school to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;tour&lt;/span&gt; the facility, talk with the principal, see the classrooms, etc), I found myself "researching" the different schools and getting a bit too wrapped up in this school choice process.  Honestly, my friend, Erin and I have spent at least 20 hours on the phone in the last week just discussing the different schools.  Now, me being a teacher in this wonderful district (cough), happen to know a lot of "inside" valuable information.  Do I look at this from a parent's perspective or from a teacher's view?  Hmmm... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole process is silly to me.  It becomes a competition and contest to see "&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt; is going to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt; school."  Really, it is very business-like and the folks at the schools are trying to "sell" their schools to prospective parents.  So, the tours have begun, open enrollment begins January 29th and we find out &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;our school&lt;/span&gt; in the early Spring.  Did I mention that we get to select our top three choices?  Now that's considerate.  We even got a "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Thank you for visiting our school!  Good luck with the search!&lt;/span&gt;" card from one of the schools we visited, I mean, toured. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case your wondering, we are touring 4 schools, 2 last week and 2 more to check out this coming week.  In my heart, I do know that Lo will be amazing where ever he is... and that he will probably end up at our local neighborhood school, the one we can walk to.   Now that makes sense, doesn't it!?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-821506133196634229?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/821506133196634229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=821506133196634229' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/821506133196634229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/821506133196634229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/01/search-is-on.html' title='The search is on.'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/222/503387561_2010accd12_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-3723208551013912212</id><published>2008-01-13T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T21:51:33.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a thought.</title><content type='html'>I LOVE it when people who DON'T have kids give me unsolicited parenting advice.  It rocks... because they know so much better than I do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-3723208551013912212?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/3723208551013912212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=3723208551013912212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/3723208551013912212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/3723208551013912212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-thought.html' title='Just a thought.'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-4077228362618554891</id><published>2007-12-29T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T09:49:10.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yikes!</title><content type='html'>I read this on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Working Dad: by Paul Nyhan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dads can do plenty to help their daughters with image issues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter sat in her creaky, wooden high chair last week, blissfully happy in her chubby 2-year-old frame, and I worried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worried because in a few years this toddler will stand at the edge of the nation's body-image vortex, swirling with size 00 jeans, underfed celebrities glorified in gossip magazines, the latest "America's Next Top Model" and an unrelenting marketing drumbeat that skinnier is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I keep her from falling in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My New Year's resolution is to help my daughter prepare for the mind-numbingly complex, sometimes fictitious image of the female body. Unfortunately, I am out of my element.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, involved dads are entering unfamiliar territory, such as body-image anxiety. They want to help, but don't always know how, says Harvard Medical University researcher Dr. Nancy Etcoff. When Etcoff gives a speech these days, dads ask a lot of the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They don't know what to say to their daughters, how to help them," said Etcoff, who also runs Massachusetts General Hospital's aesthetics and well-being program. "Right now there is a really troubled body image. It is really hard to feel confident."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is also a scary time to raise a daughter. Girls as young as 7 are now treated for anorexia, more than 40 percent of girls in first, second and third grade wish they were thinner, and the number of reported cases of anorexia and bulimia is rising, according to the Seattle-based National Association of Eating Disorders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As dads take on more at home, they can help their daughters to deal with these problems. For example, when she complains about her weight, don't dismiss her by saying, "Oh, don't be silly, you're beautiful," Etcoff urges.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen. Help her digest the messages she absorbs on YouTube, the E! channel, MTV and ever-growing media outlets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not generally an over-anxious parent, and my daughter is only 2. But I've known enough bulimics and body-haters to worry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also am not alone. More dads are asking Heather Blessington, a former model who writes about body image at the blog www.mamavision.com, for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think they are just sick of it," said Blessington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They may be sick of it because the nation's body image is ailing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they look in a mirror more than 40 percent of girls and young women see flaws, 90 percent want to change something about their appearance and 77 percent would trade bodies with a celebrity, according to the 2006 report "Beyond Stereotypes: Rebuilding the Foundation of Beauty and Beliefs," sponsored by Unilever's Dove brand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I think we are in very bad shape in terms of overall opinions women have of their bodies," said Dr. Rose Calderon, clinical director of the eating disorders program at Seattle Children's Hospital and Regional Medical Center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The insecurity is sad but not surprising. A decade ago, Hollywood trotted out Ally McBeal and her reed-thin arms. Then even-skinnier Lara Flynn Boyle arrived. Now, ABC's "Desperate Housewives" shows few traditional curves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the entertainment world is only one layer of a body-image debate rich with blame and defensiveness, ranging from unrealistic fashions and designers, to Photoshopped faces in ad campaigns and checked-out parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is inflamed by the 21st-century parent's latest worry: cyberbullying. Kids taunt with photos snapped with their cellular phones, sabotage MySpace and Facebook pages, and send text insults, making a girl's self-esteem even more vulnerable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were always bullies, but now they are more focused on your looks, according to Lynn Grefe, chief executive officer of the National Eating Disorders Association.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"From what I have heard from the teens I have worked with it is pretty vicious out there," Seattle Children's Calderon said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, there is a deepening crosscurrent. In the past two years, British superstar Kate Winslet bashed Hollywood's skinny culture, Jennifer Love Hewitt defended her curves and Dove began its Campaign for Real Beauty, complete with viral videos, self-esteem workshops and a 2006 Super Bowl ad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is a countervoice. I think we are at a point where hopefully things are getting better," said Harvard's Etcoff, who worked on Dove's 2006 report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a parent's voice is still louder than the media.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surveys "show parents' opinions are vastly more important to teens and young kids than what goes on on TV," Calderon said."Look at the media they are looking at. Listen to the songs and videos and lyrics, really understand what's coming in, and their world, and talk about" it, Etcoff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you are going to give a compliment, make it real and make it specific," Etcoff added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mother remains her daughter's leading role model, but a father makes critical impressions that help forge the type of man his daughter will date and marry, Calderon adds. Both mom and dad set examples when they talk about their own bodies, eat and watch movies and television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk to your daughters about these skinny celebrities. Encourage their interests outside of fashion and image and boost their self-esteem by simply hanging out with them, experts suggest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like so many parenting problems, the family dinner is one of the best antidotes, Calderon said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You just like being with them, that is what you want to convey to them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel very scared and sad for my daughter and the other littles growing up in todays crazy society- puts more pressure on me as the parent to lead my kids in the right direction!  Hopefully, I'll have a positive influence on them!  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the link to &lt;a href="http://blog.seattlepi.nwsource.com/family/"&gt;Paul Nyhan's blog&lt;/a&gt; that has the "You Tube" clips he writes about.  Pretty moving!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-4077228362618554891?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/4077228362618554891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=4077228362618554891' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/4077228362618554891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/4077228362618554891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2007/12/yikes.html' title='Yikes!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-2186458439260621602</id><published>2007-12-29T01:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T01:15:31.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Girls</title><content type='html'>Pretty cool... given all the "lovely" role models our young girls have these days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out:  &lt;a href="http://www.girlsrockmovie.com/special/stories"&gt;Girls Rock: the movie&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-2186458439260621602?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/2186458439260621602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=2186458439260621602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/2186458439260621602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/2186458439260621602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2007/12/go-girls.html' title='Go Girls'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-6827476701812015472</id><published>2007-12-29T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T01:01:04.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Luck</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2094/2133032280_35e8ece37f.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2094/2133032280_35e8ece37f.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I received a few gift cards from Santa this year and decided to head out to the old mall tonight for some shopping... kid free, of course.  I resolved to "only buy for me" since I usually head right to the kids stores.  Anyway, I went to a few shops, looked around for a bit, and then headed to Macy's.  Lo and behold, I hit it big!!  Found a wonderfully helpful sales associate- she was funny, friendly, polite, had good style, and most important- was HONEST about what looked good and what didn't!  I ended up with a bunch of things that I liked, mentally added everything together in my head, and said to myself, "This is way too much money."  My new sales associate friend heard me and said, "Don't worry, I'll hook you up."  I wasn't quite sure what she meant but decided to "go" with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End of story- I got about 240 dollars worth of clothes for 140!!!!  And she gave me her card and encouraged me to call her anytime to arrange a shopping trip.  I felt like I just "clicked" with her and I definitely will call next time I'm in the market for something new.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoo-hooo, yeah for me!  I then went to Barnes and Nobles, got a hot caramel apple cider, and relaxed with a few books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I did go into Gymboree (of course) and found a few deals for Ms. Le...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-6827476701812015472?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/6827476701812015472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=6827476701812015472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/6827476701812015472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/6827476701812015472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2007/12/good-luck.html' title='Good Luck'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-4664362199656912152</id><published>2007-12-27T00:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:24:37.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Were they really THIS small??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NkCZkTVhI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5-HXyejD2ZY/s1600-h/Lo+sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NkCZkTVhI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5-HXyejD2ZY/s200/Lo+sleep.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148568791400273426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NkC5kTViI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/FJxCIbUYbEA/s1600-h/Baby+Le.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NkC5kTViI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/FJxCIbUYbEA/s200/Baby+Le.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148568799990208034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NkDJkTVjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/navXCrL-SX0/s1600-h/Smile+Lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NkDJkTVjI/AAAAAAAAAPY/navXCrL-SX0/s200/Smile+Lo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148568804285175346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NkDZkTVkI/AAAAAAAAAPg/j54lcFQIHB0/s1600-h/Leah+sleep.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NkDZkTVkI/AAAAAAAAAPg/j54lcFQIHB0/s200/Leah+sleep.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148568808580142658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-4664362199656912152?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/4664362199656912152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=4664362199656912152' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/4664362199656912152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/4664362199656912152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2007/12/were-they-really-this-small.html' title='Were they really THIS small??'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NkCZkTVhI/AAAAAAAAAPI/5-HXyejD2ZY/s72-c/Lo+sleep.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-8694997865963667103</id><published>2007-12-26T23:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:24:38.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And now onto BIGGER things...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NdSJkTVXI/AAAAAAAAAN4/M8fkOqIdQTg/s1600-h/DSC02895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NdSJkTVXI/AAAAAAAAAN4/M8fkOqIdQTg/s320/DSC02895.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148561365401818482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NdSpkTVYI/AAAAAAAAAOA/UAQKTwiuc50/s1600-h/DSC02503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NdSpkTVYI/AAAAAAAAAOA/UAQKTwiuc50/s320/DSC02503.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148561373991753090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12/26/07-  Logan turns 5!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Talk about a shitty day to have a birthday!?!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We always try to make a big deal of Lo's b-day since, after all, it is the day after Christmas and everyone is exhausted, busy returning unwanted gifts, out of town, or extremely hung over!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo, of course, knows nothing else and he is just happy to receive "a few more extra presents."  We started the day with a little scavenger hunt to find a few b-day surprises.  Logan got a kick out of this!  We chilled out at home for a bit playing with ALL the new toys and then met some friends for open gym playtime at the Gymnastics Academy and a birthday lunch.  Home, nap/rest time and then off to Tutta-Bella for family birthday celebration.  All in all, Logan had a fun day, felt special, and is proud to be 5.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-8694997865963667103?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/8694997865963667103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=8694997865963667103' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/8694997865963667103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/8694997865963667103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2007/12/and-now-onto-bigger-things.html' title='And now onto BIGGER things...'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NdSJkTVXI/AAAAAAAAAN4/M8fkOqIdQTg/s72-c/DSC02895.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-2844879443642711799</id><published>2007-12-26T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T23:45:51.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FYI</title><content type='html'>With all the angst about how TV and video games are turning our kids violent, here is a welcome insight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surveys and studies &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"show parents opinions are vastly more important to teens and young kids than what goes on on TV,"&lt;/span&gt; said clinical director of the Eating Disorders Program at Seattle Children's Hospital and Regional Medical Center. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"You are far more powerful already than any media attention."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-2844879443642711799?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/2844879443642711799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=2844879443642711799' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/2844879443642711799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/2844879443642711799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2007/12/fyi.html' title='FYI'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-8162388751182711398</id><published>2007-12-26T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T23:23:39.548-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Cheer 2007</title><content type='html'>Christmas was great- although on the 24th, I was ready to cancel the whole thing with two rambunctious kids going crazy all day long!!  Of course, it ended up being a ton of fun for everyone.  After all, how could it not be fun with a 5 year old and a 3 year old????  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some highlights included:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...christmas eve party...decorating cookies w/ friends...visits to see the reindeer...christmas songs and shows...Santa boat ride...Christmas lights galore... plenty of snacks, drinks, and special notes to Santa and reindeer...endless trips to the front porch and backyard for Santa sightings...Uncle sleeping over... PRESENTS... rescue heroes...my little ponies... scooters for all...baby alive...mega rigs... lincoln logs and kinex...books and art supplies...games...Barbie pet shop...magnetic dart board...cutest clothes ever...legos...digital cameras for kids...spa gift card for mama!!!...coat with furry hood...scarf and mittens...gift cards...mimosa...maple logs...waking up at 7am...more presents at G&amp;Gs...dvds, movies, XBox games...matching pjs...transformers...laptop computers...jewelry...SNOW on Christmas...pink lawn mower... surf/turf dinner...good company...good food...good fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, as Logan says:  "Christmas is mostly about being with family and friends and doing fun things together."  Mission Accomplished!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU TO ALL WHO MADE OUR CHRISTMAS MERRY AND BRIGHT!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As told by Logan &amp; Leah:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow, Santa musta thought we were extra good this year.  I mean, like super good."&lt;br /&gt;"Amazing, I didn't even &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;hear&lt;/span&gt; Santa and Red Nose and I listened &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; night long for 'um."&lt;br /&gt;"Oooooooohhhhh, just what I wanted."&lt;br /&gt;"Logan/Mama/Dada/Gramma/Uncle/Papa- this one is for YOU.  For you. From Santa."&lt;br /&gt;"I have to take a nap now because I did so much present opening."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-8162388751182711398?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/8162388751182711398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=8162388751182711398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/8162388751182711398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/8162388751182711398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2007/12/just-what-i-wanted.html' title='Christmas Cheer 2007'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-6042947430950197431</id><published>2007-12-22T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:24:39.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Cuties</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R23tz5kTVUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/VGyHYZotlz4/s1600-h/DSC02854.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R23tz5kTVUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/VGyHYZotlz4/s320/DSC02854.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147031425036539202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R23t05kTVVI/AAAAAAAAAJo/61MUgBcijSE/s1600-h/DSC02921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R23t05kTVVI/AAAAAAAAAJo/61MUgBcijSE/s320/DSC02921.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147031442216408402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R23t1JkTVWI/AAAAAAAAAJw/vLe4lEfLAb0/s1600-h/DSC02926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R23t1JkTVWI/AAAAAAAAAJw/vLe4lEfLAb0/s320/DSC02926.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147031446511375714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-6042947430950197431?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/6042947430950197431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=6042947430950197431' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/6042947430950197431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/6042947430950197431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2007/12/christmas-cuties.html' title='Christmas Cuties'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R23tz5kTVUI/AAAAAAAAAJg/VGyHYZotlz4/s72-c/DSC02854.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-9040615838473608798</id><published>2007-12-02T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:24:40.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1, 2, 3... LEAH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R1Ou4aToflI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/ZgIiL2WnvxA/s1600-R/DSC02500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R1Ou4aToflI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/gC-WSKbQz3s/s320/DSC02500.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139643883917442642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R1Ou46TofmI/AAAAAAAAAJY/sNs6AvP2HpQ/s1600-R/DSC01686.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R1Ou46TofmI/AAAAAAAAAJY/7XXxpF4sQr8/s320/DSC01686.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139643892507377250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our little Leah turned three on 11/29.  Yes, my little baby girl has grown up into a fun-loving, independent, confident, stubborn, happy, silly, and super cute preschooler.  Leah loves babies- real ones and her dolls.  My friend Julie jokes and says that she should hire Le to be her nanny for her Baby Davis!  And it's true- Le is so sweet, caring, gentle, and loving with all babies she knows.  She loves riding her bike and is so proud of herself for pedaling on her own.  She loves dancing and is a little ballerina and gymnast- twirling and doing somersaults wherever she can.  Leah has style- she knows what she wants to wear and don't try to tell her otherwise.  She has a "plan and reason" for everything she does. Leah enjoys playing with Logan but is becoming much more selective in her play activities.  She no longer plays cars and trucks... but scams Logan to play dolls, princesses, and dress-up.  Le loves play-doh and art projects and she is very serious about her work!  Leah loves preschool, Gramma, and best of all, Uncle.  She &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;frequently&lt;/span&gt; says, "Uncle is my buddy!!"  She has the prettiest big blue eyes, the best laugh, the sweetest voice, and the brightest smile around.  Leah has brought us much joy and happiness in her three little years.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is our special little friend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-9040615838473608798?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/9040615838473608798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=9040615838473608798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/9040615838473608798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/9040615838473608798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2007/12/1-2-3-leah.html' title='1, 2, 3... LEAH!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R1Ou4aToflI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/gC-WSKbQz3s/s72-c/DSC02500.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-6444909175295855717</id><published>2007-11-28T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T22:57:03.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow</title><content type='html'>I miss the NY snow during the Holidays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/41/85183519_4f2aed75ec.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/41/85183519_4f2aed75ec.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        ...so peaceful, quiet, relaxing, refreshing, and beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-6444909175295855717?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/6444909175295855717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=6444909175295855717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/6444909175295855717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/6444909175295855717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2007/11/snow.html' title='Snow'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-8382002338809166233</id><published>2007-11-28T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T22:49:26.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the meaning???</title><content type='html'>As we make the switch for the fall festivities to the winter holidays, let’s reflect on what the big holidays mean to us. What will they mean to our children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s easy to get swept up in the tide of commercialism, especially around Christmas.  And I will be the first to admit that I'm into it- big time!  And yes, I did go shopping on Black Friday... I didn't really plan it but hey, the kids were up at 6:00am so I figured I might as well have made good use of my time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As parents, we need to make sure that our kids are seeing the big picture - not just round after round of food, gifts, and rushing from here to there doing all the "required" Holiday Activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/hsn/20071122/hl_hsn/healthtipmaketheholidaysmoremeaningful;_ylt=ApHThqD1QilInEz3JQ1MhAjVJRIF"&gt;HealthDay News&lt;/a&gt; offers these tips to help us make holidays meaningful for the kids:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Create traditions in the family that your children can look forward to. Talk about why it’s important to have traditions, and which ones are their favorites.&lt;br /&gt;    * Encourage children to volunteer, and to make donations and gifts for those who are less fortunate.&lt;br /&gt;    * As a family, make homemade gifts to give to friends and family members. Help your children understand that a gift doesn’t need to be something that’s bought from a store.&lt;br /&gt;    * Don’t let yourself get stressed during the holidays. Let your children see that it’s a time to enjoy spending together as a family. (I’ll let you know if I ever figure out how to remain stress-free during the biggest holidays of the year!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's another article that I quickly read through on &lt;a href="http://psychcentral.com/archives/finding_holiday_meaning.htm"&gt;Psych Central&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the meaning of the Holidays for you?  What do you hope for your family?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-8382002338809166233?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/8382002338809166233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=8382002338809166233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/8382002338809166233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/8382002338809166233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2007/11/whats-meaning.html' title='What&apos;s the meaning???'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-4850018881641534236</id><published>2007-11-20T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T23:02:13.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holiday Toys</title><content type='html'>Holiday and birthday season fanfare has already begun, and I am thinking of a new holiday motto: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;No more junk toys! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether you celebrate Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, and/or the Winter Solstice, if you have children, you know what &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;junk toys&lt;/span&gt; are. Junk toys are toys that have little educational value, are usually made of plastic, are overly commercial, and end up in our landfills. Further, kids will play with them for 5 minutes... and then they just sit in a bin waiting to be played with.  They are often in the price range of 1 cent up to 1 dollar... maybe 2, 3, 4, or even 5 dollars if you're lucky!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mothering Magazine featured a great article four years ago titled &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"No More Junk Toys: Rethinking Children’s Gifts" by Judith Rubin.&lt;/span&gt; Rubin writes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Like junk food, junk toys can be fun but are devoid of nutrition. Buying them requires little forethought. They are excessively commercial, and are often linked to cross-marketing schemes. They excite children at first, but that initial flicker doesn’t endure. Also like junk food, junk toys have hidden environmental and social costs for which the consumers pay." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The safety of toys made in China has been in question lately with the recent rave of recalls- toys poisoned with lead, toys containing phthalates and other "drugs", and toys that are just unsafe for our kids- for whatever reason! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, my kids LOVE these little, non-purposeful toys- for about a day.. and then these junk toys are stuffed into a closet, toy bin, in my purse (?) or on the floor of my car.  I keep saying that I am going to do a "big toy clean out" before all of our upcoming birthdays and toy-giving holidays...  I just keep procrastination... kinda like that baby book I need to finish once and for all!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-4850018881641534236?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/4850018881641534236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=4850018881641534236' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/4850018881641534236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/4850018881641534236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2007/11/holiday-toys.html' title='Holiday Toys'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-5626582600814399827</id><published>2007-11-16T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-16T08:36:38.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Digital Photo Frame</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/232/500258913_d28b34dee3.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/232/500258913_d28b34dee3.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother got me a digital picture frame for my birthday back in August.  I &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;finally&lt;/span&gt; uploaded pictures to the frame and... I love it!  It's so cool to have all my favorite shots of the kids on display in a rotating manner.  It was relatively easy to program and I'm very thankful for this gift.  Everyone who has been to our house since I set it up has commented on how neat it is.  Thanks Bri!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-5626582600814399827?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/5626582600814399827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=5626582600814399827' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/5626582600814399827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/5626582600814399827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2007/11/digital-photo-frame.html' title='Digital Photo Frame'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-2491025112767298955</id><published>2007-11-12T00:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T00:55:41.192-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tainted Toys Anyone?</title><content type='html'>Okay, here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that long ago, the first alerts regarding “tainted” toys from China made the news. Many parents, rightly so, were outraged. How could a toy, made for a child, contain lead in the paint? Good question. Let’s all ponder it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the days have turned to weeks, more and more toys are being recalled.  Sadly, many of these toy recalls aren’t making as much headlines because, let’s face it, toxic lead-tainted toys have made the news repeatedly. There are so many recalls, how can we be sure that our children haven’t been gnawing on a block made from who knows what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one place to start: &lt;a href="http://www.usrecallnews.com/2007/10/complete-list-of-recalled-toys-for-lead.html#list"&gt;Us Recall News&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can you, as the consumer, do?  Well, more than you think.  Yes, a lot of things are made in China.  Don’t believe me?  Read the book “&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Year-Without-Made-China-Adventure/dp/0470116137"&gt;A Year Without, Made in China&lt;/a&gt;” to learn a bit more on the process.  Some things say made in the US or Germany, but contain parts that were made in China.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize that all these recalls may mean that you might have to shop differently this Christmas/Hanukkah/Kwanzaa season.  It may mean you end up paying a bit more for an item, but that can be evened out by not buying as much other "unneeded junk".  You know what I mean- stocking stuffers, junk toys, holiday candy and such.&lt;br /&gt;Purchase quality. Purchase safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, there are items from China that do not contain paint and, as one retailer said “are not a possible toxicity problem.” Will you purchase those toys?  If we purchase toys from China that do not contain “a possible toxicity problem,” will the people who make the purchasing decisions pay attention?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re concerned, read the label.  Make an informed decision.  &lt;a href="http://www.usatoday.com/money/industries/retail/2007-10-04-toy-fear_N.htm"&gt;This article&lt;/a&gt; in USA Today says that about 80% of all toys are made in China. EIGHTY PERCENT!  It blows my mind to even comprehend that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need some help trying to find safer toys, check out this &lt;a href="http://toylist.iwebopolis.com/"&gt;web site&lt;/a&gt;. In order for this problem to be fixed, we need to take appropriate action!  Give your business to those who can provide safe and quality items.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like nobody wants a fruitcake, nobody really wants lead poisoning, either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-2491025112767298955?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/2491025112767298955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=2491025112767298955' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/2491025112767298955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/2491025112767298955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2007/11/tainted-toys-anyone.html' title='Tainted Toys Anyone?'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-6904779713794143626</id><published>2007-11-11T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T00:35:48.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deep Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Just the other day, I popped in the movie Pinocchio for the L kids to watch while I did a little folding of the never-ending laundry. It was a movie I remember from my youth– though I can say that I didn't remember all the details. Honestly, I was shocked at what I saw. It seemed far too dark for my almost 5 and almost 3 year old. I’ve always loved Disney movies– call it marketing at its best, but I’ve always had a special place for them. Disney equals good in my book.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, I thought about Sleeping Beauty, The Jungle Book, Bambi, and Snow White to name a few. Kinda Scary.  Eating a poisonous apple?  A young deer who loses his mother in the middle of a forest?  An evil stepmother who orders a hunter to kill her  stepdaughter because she is the "fairest of them all?"  Hhmmmm... things I want my kids to see?  Values I want to teach them?  Not so much.  Young children should not have unnecessary worries and, in my book, that involves some of the darker themes that come with certain children's movies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I am not bashing on Disney. Actually, Little Le and I went to see Disney Princesses on Ice just tonight!  We had a great time and thoroughly enjoyed the scenery, dancing, singing, and skating.  I will say, however, that there were some very scary moments throughout the production- a large fire breathing dragon comes out    in a cloud of smoke, pirates fight each other with swords, and a boat becomes shipwreck during an ocean storm.  Necessary parts of the show? Not in my book.  The $25 programs and over-priced "trinkets" weren't really needed either, but, hey, you might as well make as much money as you can!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are parents who hustle their children by the needy without explaining the concept of homelessness.  Families who never let their children experience disappointment, the "nuisances" of life, or the meaning of the word "NO".  There are people who try to keep their children sheltered from everyone who is different from them- be it religion, socio-economic status, culture, or race. Many (not all, and no, I’m not saying you) are comfortable with this fact, but often times, when someone dares not show their child something from popular culture or buy the latest and greatest toy (probably tainted with lead but that's a whole other post), they are automatically delusional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies grow up, that’s a fact of life. They’ll experience heartache and sadness. They will be disappointed, frustrated, and angry. But, they are little for a short period of time and it is my job, as the parent, to shield their hearts and minds from excessive darkness, worry, and fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is up to each parent to decide what is acceptable for her (or his) child. It is okay if we all have different opinions on what is acceptable or not.  This is just something that my husband and I value.  We want our kids to learn their morals, beliefs, and values from ourselves, grandparents, teachers, and friends- not from movies and society in general! I will let my children watch some Disney movies...  because I know that my husband and I are open and honest with our kids and teach them to think for themselves and to have compassion for all people. I think the problems with Disney movies was not premeditated or dangerous, it’s what society perpetuates and so while some movies really touch a nerve, many can open dialog with children and offer a teachable moment about one of life's many lessons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, know your child. Know yourself.  Know your family.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let popular culture tell you what is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any thoughts???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-6904779713794143626?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/6904779713794143626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=6904779713794143626' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/6904779713794143626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/6904779713794143626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2007/11/deep-thoughts.html' title='Deep Thoughts'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-7332323302002403947</id><published>2007-11-10T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T22:00:23.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's the date?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/90/266690832_fc9af74e32_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/90/266690832_fc9af74e32_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it only November 10th?? Every store I walk into has full-on Christmas displays complete with trees, lights beyond belief, giant blow up Santas, snowmen, reindeer, the sleigh, and yes, even the Grinch.  A larger than life sized Grinch on your front lawn- now that's cute!?!?  Don't get me wrong, I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE the holidays but I also LOVE the autumn time- back to school, Halloween, apples and pumpkins, changing leaves, cool, crisp sunny fall days, and Thanksgiving time with family and friends.  I want to enjoy this autumn season... not feel rushed and pressured to dive into Christmas and such.  Let's enjoy each season and all that it brings... not rush to the next!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I will admit that I'm using the good old, "Santa is watching you!!" phrase a little too much these days...  ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-7332323302002403947?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/7332323302002403947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=7332323302002403947' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/7332323302002403947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/7332323302002403947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2007/11/whats-date.html' title='What&apos;s the date?'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/90/266690832_fc9af74e32_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-621310222090842202</id><published>2007-11-04T22:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:24:40.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anthony's Mini-Van</title><content type='html'>Notice the car seat in the back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/Ry6z-hQWzrI/AAAAAAAAAJI/uDtIz_N1tV0/s1600-h/Galaxie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/Ry6z-hQWzrI/AAAAAAAAAJI/uDtIz_N1tV0/s320/Galaxie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129234912281808562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-621310222090842202?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/621310222090842202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=621310222090842202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/621310222090842202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/621310222090842202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2007/11/anthonys-mini-van.html' title='Anthony&apos;s Mini-Van'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/Ry6z-hQWzrI/AAAAAAAAAJI/uDtIz_N1tV0/s72-c/Galaxie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-5298936644438938461</id><published>2007-11-01T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T19:51:55.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Top Ten Children's Books (+ 3)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/28/43791721_942ba53016.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/28/43791721_942ba53016.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In no particular order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Harold &amp; the Purple Crayon&lt;br /&gt;2.  The Little Taxi That Hurried&lt;br /&gt;3.  The Mitten&lt;br /&gt;4.  Where the Wild Things Are&lt;br /&gt;5.  The Very Hungry Caterpillar&lt;br /&gt;6.  Madeline&lt;br /&gt;7.  The Snowy Day&lt;br /&gt;8.  Amelia Bedelia&lt;br /&gt;9.  Tikki Tikki Tembo&lt;br /&gt;10. Charlotte's Web&lt;br /&gt;11. The Little Engine that Could&lt;br /&gt;12. Green Eggs and Ham&lt;br /&gt;13. Caps for Sal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's on your list?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-5298936644438938461?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/5298936644438938461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=5298936644438938461' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/5298936644438938461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/5298936644438938461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-top-ten-childrens-books-3.html' title='My Top Ten Children&apos;s Books (+ 3)'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-4148658499026800084</id><published>2007-10-23T23:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T23:37:52.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check it Out</title><content type='html'>Want to stop a ton of junk mail and help the environment at the same time???&lt;br /&gt;Go to Green Dimes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://greendimes.com"&gt;http://www.greendimes.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony and I joined a while ago and our junk mail has decreased &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;dramatically&lt;/span&gt;.  Well worth doing!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-4148658499026800084?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/4148658499026800084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=4148658499026800084' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/4148658499026800084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/4148658499026800084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2007/10/check-it-out.html' title='Check it Out'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-4328374849257739579</id><published>2007-10-23T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T22:58:45.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids are the cutest!</title><content type='html'>A sweet thing happened this afternoon.  I was in the kitchen and Logan and Leah were in  and out of the living room and their bedrooms.  All of a sudden, Leah walks into the living room where Logan is, holding a piece of art that he made at school and says, "Logan, I loves this art you did.  I loves it."  Logan puts his toys down, stands up and walks over to Leah, gives her the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;biggest&lt;/span&gt; hug and says, "Thank you Leah, thanks.  I made it for you, it's yours."  He then asks her if she wants to hang it in her room.  The two go into Le's room (with scotch tape that Logan grabbed from the art closet) and I hear Logan asking Leah where she wants to hang it.  Leah says, "I want it over by my bookcase, Logan.  Then I can look at it all night long and see it."  Logan says, "Yah, Leah and it can help you feel safe and happy."  And they both worked together to tape it next to her bookcase.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just one of those precious moments (which have been few and far between lately)!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-4328374849257739579?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/4328374849257739579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=4328374849257739579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/4328374849257739579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/4328374849257739579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2007/10/kids-are-cutest.html' title='Kids are the cutest!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-2556861787731978519</id><published>2007-10-16T18:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T13:10:39.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know you're in trouble when...</title><content type='html'>1.  The phone rings, you answer it and it's for your 4 years old son.  And it's a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  The same 4 year old shows YOU how to get to his favorite computer game on the Internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Your 2 year old daughter tells you that "your blue shirt and brown pants don't really match."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Your 4 year old wants a Superman or Star Wars birthday party and your 2 year old wants a Princess- Cinderella Princess- or a Barbie birthday party... with a pinata. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Your husband wants a bouncy house for his birthday...seriously... because it makes everyone happy and it keeps the kids contained for more than 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Both your kids know all the words you spell to your husband because you don't want them to know what you are saying: g-u-m, t-r-e-a-t, b-e-d-t-i-m-e, p-a-r-k.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  You think your kids are sleeping... but they are actually playing dominoes together in the living room!!  Playing extremely nice with each other, using polite language, and taking turns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  You don't need to "lock" the fence gate anymore because your kids can climb over the fence if they want to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Your son knows how to put Legos together better than you.  He can follow the picture directions to make all sort of things- rockets, vehicles, submarines, construction equipment, and more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Your daughter no longer lets you pick out clothes for her- she has to do it all by herself.  And by golly, don't try to chance her mind or convince her otherwise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-2556861787731978519?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/2556861787731978519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=2556861787731978519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/2556861787731978519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/2556861787731978519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2007/10/you-know-youre-in-trouble-when.html' title='You know you&apos;re in trouble when...'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-1478354031735541937</id><published>2007-09-30T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:24:41.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ASTAR Auction</title><content type='html'>Hot Mama and Dada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/RwCGJNfzUrI/AAAAAAAAAJA/pm_-IXTwEdg/s1600-h/DSC01884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/RwCGJNfzUrI/AAAAAAAAAJA/pm_-IXTwEdg/s320/DSC01884.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116236669492875954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-1478354031735541937?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/1478354031735541937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=1478354031735541937' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/1478354031735541937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/1478354031735541937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2007/09/astar-auction.html' title='ASTAR Auction'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/RwCGJNfzUrI/AAAAAAAAAJA/pm_-IXTwEdg/s72-c/DSC01884.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-7029670556040202993</id><published>2007-09-30T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T22:36:22.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Priceless....</title><content type='html'>Tickets to ASTAR charity auction benefiting Autism:     $300&lt;br /&gt;Dress, Shoes, Scarf for auction:                        $200&lt;br /&gt;Dry cleaning for A's Suit:                              $35&lt;br /&gt;Manicure, Hair Style, Make-Up Application:              $100&lt;br /&gt;Babysitter:                                             $75&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting ALL dressed up:                                 PRICELESS&lt;br /&gt;Spending a fancy night out with my husband:             PRICELESS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showing our love and support for dear friends and for all families who have Autistic children:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even begin to put words on exactly how PRICELESS this is.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow... what an emotional and moving event we went to last night.  As some of you may know, close friends of ours have a daughter who is autistic.  Olivia is a BEAUTIFUL little girl who is special in so many ways.  When our friends mentioned this benefit auction to us, Anthony and I knew immediately that we wanted to go.  Mainly, to support our friends and to show them that we care (and also to have a REAL night out).  :-)  Our friends have been through SO much.  They are good people who just want the best for their daughter (and other families living with Autism).  Yes, it was costly... but what FUN to get all dressed up, have a fun night with A, and support our friends.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing the stories of these children and their families is just heart-breaking.  I think the hardest thing about it all is not knowing... Why does my child have this?  How did he/she get it?  Is he/she going to get better?  Worse?  How many more treatments and therapies can we try?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all were in tears by the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Robert, Julie, and Ms. O,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We LOVE you so so much and are here to help and support you in any way we can.  You are AMAZING parents and people.   I so admire you both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olivia is one &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;lucky&lt;/span&gt; girl and you both are two &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;lucky&lt;/span&gt; parents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-7029670556040202993?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/7029670556040202993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=7029670556040202993' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/7029670556040202993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/7029670556040202993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2007/09/priceless.html' title='Priceless....'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-8133415584733283509</id><published>2007-09-25T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T21:48:17.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Coolest Small Towns</title><content type='html'>And I am proud to say... that I've never heard of any of them!  Budget Travel published this list of up-and-coming towns that "guarantee a fun detour on your next road trip."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I had the time to travel to America's top 10 coolest small towns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• Millerton, NY&lt;br /&gt;• Milford, PA&lt;br /&gt;• Yachats, OR&lt;br /&gt;• Waitsburg, WA&lt;br /&gt;• Pa'ia, HI&lt;br /&gt;• Parkville, MO&lt;br /&gt;• Silver City, NM&lt;br /&gt;• Peterborough, NH&lt;br /&gt;• Tuscumbia, AL&lt;br /&gt;• Collinsville, CT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rumor has it that you can get the house of all houses in these towns!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-8133415584733283509?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/8133415584733283509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=8133415584733283509' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/8133415584733283509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/8133415584733283509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2007/09/10-coolest-small-towns.html' title='10 Coolest Small Towns'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-5310234656654473137</id><published>2007-09-25T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:24:41.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the Day</title><content type='html'>Laura:  "Logan, what the heck are you doing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logan to Mama (looking like I am dumb or something) in his very matter-of-fact voice:  "I'm climbing up the doorway.  Cool, huh?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/RvnlhtfzUqI/AAAAAAAAAI4/s_mp2DKlN64/s1600-h/DSC01391.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/RvnlhtfzUqI/AAAAAAAAAI4/s_mp2DKlN64/s400/DSC01391.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114371219167335074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, he did climb this with his own two feet and no help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-5310234656654473137?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/5310234656654473137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=5310234656654473137' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/5310234656654473137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/5310234656654473137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2007/09/picture-of-day.html' title='Picture of the Day'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/RvnlhtfzUqI/AAAAAAAAAI4/s_mp2DKlN64/s72-c/DSC01391.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-6862773423437587392</id><published>2007-09-18T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:24:42.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That Go Bump In The Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/RvCMy7rlRTI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ej22TwNC8DA/s1600-h/DSC01148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/RvCMy7rlRTI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ej22TwNC8DA/s320/DSC01148.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111740383707350322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/RvCMzbrlRUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/WvNOTDwxmkc/s1600-h/DSC01152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/RvCMzbrlRUI/AAAAAAAAAIw/WvNOTDwxmkc/s320/DSC01152.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111740392297284930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhhmmm... could it be Lo and Le?!?!   Yes, I do think so.  Kids are great- everyone is happy, healthy, compliant, and behavior is great (for the most part).  EXCEPT,  both Lo and Le have been waking up at night.  Like 2 or 3 times each night.  They usually call out for us and will not settle down until we go in to check them and reassure them.  I don't know why they are waking up.  Bad dreams?  Bodies running and running?  Growing pains?  Adjusting to new routine? Who knows!  Luckily, they will (usually!) go back to sleep after I go and check on them.  However, it is a pain to fall into a nice relaxing sleep, only to be woken up- 3 or more times a night!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is my only complaint these days.  All in all, life is good and the kids are great.  We are settling into our routines and both kids love school!  They are so happy and proud that they go to school.  It makes me SO happy to know that they love school and are confident and secure to be away from us during this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In another month, we will be pre-registering for KINDERGARTEN!  What?!?!?!?  Crazy...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-6862773423437587392?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/6862773423437587392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=6862773423437587392' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/6862773423437587392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/6862773423437587392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2007/09/things-that-go-bump-in-night.html' title='Things That Go Bump In The Night'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/RvCMy7rlRTI/AAAAAAAAAIo/ej22TwNC8DA/s72-c/DSC01148.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-1434740968966741222</id><published>2007-09-06T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T00:18:58.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things That Bug Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1420/1331770739_1a4362e6d0.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1420/1331770739_1a4362e6d0.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Coming home from vacation to find my car COVERED in sap from our lovely pine tree out front.  Anthony and I spent- honestly- about 4 hours total removing the damn stuff from my car.  Not fun and not a good use of our time.  At all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  School parents who call me on the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;second&lt;/span&gt; day of school complaining about their child's teacher.  Second day.  Enough said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Not knowing if Logan's little foot is fractured, broken, or just sprained.  (It's a long story... drop me an email if you want to hear it).  Come on people, is it really that hard to read an X-Ray?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  All hell breaking loose (whining, crying, the "I wants" and the "I needs")  every time (well, maybe about 60% of the time...) I walk in the front door.    (After big smiles and super hugs, that is.)  Hhmmm... what &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;does&lt;/span&gt; this mean?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Cleaning up all the sand that the L kids tracked into the kitchen... thinking that my cleaning duty is done for the day (HA)... only to walk downstairs to see the play room &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;covered&lt;/span&gt; in Kix cereal.  Fun. Yes, a lot of fun. It's a good thing my kids like to vacuum.  They did not, however, like the long time out they had after they cleaned up.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Having a certain "friend" of Logan's (who is almost 2 years older than him) be so excited to play together, begging for Logan to come over, and then &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; throwing a fit and telling Logan that he is not going to invite him to his birthday party when Logan says he wants to play outside instead of inside.  My Lo and my Le are &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FAR&lt;/span&gt; from perfect, but, come on kid, grow up.  I know it's not a big deal and kids are kids but it just rubbed me the wrong way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  It's even more annoying when the mom of the same kid just smiles and laughs at her son, making excuses for him and completely ignoring the fact that this 6 year old is acting like a 2 year old.  Again, I know, I know, kids are kids and maybe I am being over sensitive but still!!!  And don't worry- it's no one who would ever read this blog.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just been one of those days...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-1434740968966741222?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/1434740968966741222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=1434740968966741222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/1434740968966741222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/1434740968966741222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2007/09/things-that-bug-me.html' title='Things That Bug Me'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-4931763710800986091</id><published>2007-09-06T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T22:00:28.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life... and stuff.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/38/96108189_6f7860825f.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/38/96108189_6f7860825f.jpg?v=0" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am again, thinking, man, where did the time go?  Am I really &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; busy?  I &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; I am an organized person... just ask anyone who knows me real well!!  Yes, I am working part-time, raising (along with Anth) a 4 year old and a 2 year old, and doing work for Big6/Super3, but when you look at our calendar, it seems (somewhat) empty.  The day to day living (laundry, cleaning the house, more laundry, dishes, packing school bags and getting ready for preschool, playing with and enjoying my wonderful family, laundry (yet again), and grocery shopping is really keeping Team Robinson busy... and Anthony is pretty good about helping out!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, life is good and I don't mean to bitch and complain (again having 2 beautiful and healthy kids along with a supportive family is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;more&lt;/span&gt; than enough) but, boy, I would love to come home from work and take a nap...  would love to watch the latest episode of Oprah... cook a really nice meal instead of "throwing" stuff together... read the daily/weekend newspaper instead of recycling it...  etc.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love being a mom- it is simply the best... but it is also the hardest thing ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-4931763710800986091?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/4931763710800986091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=4931763710800986091' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/4931763710800986091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/4931763710800986091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2007/09/life-and-stuff.html' title='Life... and stuff.'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-1776525226782539190</id><published>2007-08-26T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:24:43.394-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/RtJkOhc9tWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/7RAXU8-Dw-o/s1600-h/DSC01302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/RtJkOhc9tWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/7RAXU8-Dw-o/s320/DSC01302.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103251528424994146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/RtJkPRc9tXI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Y__AqyGV-HI/s1600-h/DSC01101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/RtJkPRc9tXI/AAAAAAAAAIg/Y__AqyGV-HI/s320/DSC01101.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103251541309896050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-1776525226782539190?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/1776525226782539190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=1776525226782539190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/1776525226782539190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/1776525226782539190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/RtJkOhc9tWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/7RAXU8-Dw-o/s72-c/DSC01302.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-2722243786761013186</id><published>2007-08-26T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T22:37:04.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Inbox</title><content type='html'>***SPAM*** Thank you, 4 girls from our site want to meet you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***SPAM*** Enhance your sexual life now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***SPAM*** GENUINE VIAGRA AND CIALIS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***SPAM*** LOL, dude what are you doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***SPAM*** 1erect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***SPAM*** Fw: Thanks, we are ready to give a loan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***SPAM*** Medications that you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***SPAM*** Get now your pack of Genuine Viagra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***SPAM*** Diamond Replicas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***SPAM*** A Digital Card from someone who cares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***SPAM*** HAHAHAHAHAHA, man your insane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***SPAM*** Viagra 50mg x 10 pills US $ 6.00 Per Pill buy now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***SPAM*** Greetings from...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***SPAM*** Forget about your troubles! Buy cheap remedies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I love it...  what fun it is to receive SPAM Mail!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-2722243786761013186?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/2722243786761013186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=2722243786761013186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/2722243786761013186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/2722243786761013186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-inbox.html' title='My Inbox'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-4092515275561724524</id><published>2007-08-26T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T22:28:21.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mission Accomplished: 8/26/2007</title><content type='html'>1.  Solved plumbing situation... (see previous post).&lt;br /&gt;2.  Set 7 fence posts in concrete... (we're almost there).&lt;br /&gt;3.  Backyard clean-up and lawn care... (still more to do but every little bit helps).&lt;br /&gt;4.  Home Depot/Fred Meyers/Sunday Market... (what's a day without shopping?).&lt;br /&gt;5.  Acclimated new babysitter... (kids loved her).&lt;br /&gt;6.  Drinks and a light dinner for A and L... (gotta have that adult time).&lt;br /&gt;7.  Washed mini-van... (AKA: The Black Hawk).&lt;br /&gt;8.  Coordinated schedule for week... (because we're oh, so busy!).&lt;br /&gt;9.  Toy clean-up and clean-out... (yes, again). &lt;br /&gt;10. Attempted to watch High School Musical... (realized we're too old for this stuff).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-4092515275561724524?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/4092515275561724524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=4092515275561724524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/4092515275561724524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/4092515275561724524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2007/08/mission-accomplished-8262007.html' title='Mission Accomplished: 8/26/2007'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-2577020678260542586</id><published>2007-08-26T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T22:15:47.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Plumber Problems</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1386/1244667650_1bf97ed362_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1386/1244667650_1bf97ed362_m.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started about 2 weeks ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We noticed that our downstairs toilet was flushing real slow and getting clogged quite frequently.  We finally relented and called up good old Roto Rooter.  They came out and after about 1/2 hour of "exploring" the depths of our pipes, Casey the Plumber finds a matchbox car along with a lip gloss that belongs to Leah.  Problem Solved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to this morning... when now our upstairs toilet is flushing slowly and getting clogged.  Great... here we go again.  This time Anthony tackles the problem and after a few rounds of swearing, multiple trips to the garage for tools, constantly telling the kids that he doesn't need their help, and one trip to Home Depot with Logan (Leah and I went to Fred Meyers- of course), lo and behold, we find the culprit... a small plastic container that one held bath soaps for the kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hhhmmm.... do I see a trend?  Do I see a pattern?  Let's hope not!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-2577020678260542586?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/2577020678260542586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=2577020678260542586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/2577020678260542586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/2577020678260542586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2007/08/plumber-problems.html' title='Plumber Problems'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1386/1244667650_1bf97ed362_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-8551416712019688213</id><published>2007-08-22T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-23T21:23:29.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Learned This Summer</title><content type='html'>1.  Time really &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;does&lt;/span&gt; fly when you're having fun... with kids, with family, with friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Traveling with a 4 year old and a 2 year old is MUCH easier than traveling with a        7 month old and a 2 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Portable DVD players are a wonderful thing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Having the neighborhood kids to join us in trips to Target, the grocery store, Fred Meyers, is just fine and makes your life a TON easier.  (And, really, IS a wonderful thing)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Mommy time is important- drinks with friends, pedicures, and shopping sprees are a necessity.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Mommy AND Daddy time is equally as important... and taking advantage of the teenagers down the street to babysit is NOT a bad thing.  At All.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Daddy time is important, too... I think!  (I guess...!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Being a Mommy is the HARDEST thing ever but also the BEST thing ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Maintaining some sort of schedule over the summer is good for everyone... and will help come back to school time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  I am SO lucky to have kids that go to bed reasonably early.. and sleep in reasonably late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  You know you're old when your 2 year old sees a telephone booth and asks "What is that crazy thing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  Positive communication, honesty, remaining calm, and being a consistent parent team with your spouse can go a LONG way... and just makes everyone happier!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  I CAN do a Big6/Super3 presentation on my own... and do a GREAT job with nothing but positive feedback!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.  John Hay is the BEST place to work and I am so lucky to have such a wonderful staff!!! (And the best roommates ever!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.  Private tutoring = A lot of money!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.  Life is good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-8551416712019688213?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/8551416712019688213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=8551416712019688213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/8551416712019688213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/8551416712019688213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2007/08/things-i-learned-this-summer.html' title='Things I Learned This Summer'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-4788943272666829064</id><published>2007-08-22T19:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T20:20:40.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The fun never ends....</title><content type='html'>1.  While Anth was showering today, the kids thought it would be fun to help clean the house... so apparently they took all the dish soap and emptied it onto the hard wood floors.  Needless to say, Team Robinson- minus Mama- spent a large part of the day wiping and cleaning the floors!  And they are still sticky and slippery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Leah stays up until 10pm or later (in her room, quiet, so we just leave her alone) because she "really needs to take care of her babies"...  When we go in her room in the morning, she has ALL her dolls spread out on ALL her blankets that she has arranged on her floor.  Each baby has a book (or two or five) next to them, along with a few toys.  And sometimes, even Leah is sound asleep on the floor, next to her babies.  Too cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Logan (and Leah) now play "Night Time" with the neighborhood girls.  It usually goes something like this:  Leah is usually the "Mom or Dad" and she is instructed to tell the "teenagers"  who are Abby, Logan, and Sophie, that they need to go to bed.  Well, the two girls plus Logan all snuggle and cuddle in Logan's bed under the covers.  Who else knows what goes on under there but... it is hilarious!!  And they are SO serious about their play.  They also play "Mommies and Daddies"  where Logan is usually the "husband" and Abby is the "wife"...  it is too funny to listen to their little ideas and games...  so innocent but yet, already the hormones are raging...  YIKES!  Another fun game is "Camping in the Outdoors" (in our backyard, no less) thanks to Uncle B...  I'll let your imaginations run wild.  However, I will say, we have many piles of sticks, plants, stones, fire-pits, and animal traps in our backyard.  And beware if you are a PIRATE-  you will never survive with these kids!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Logan and Leah both took gymnastics this summer and BOTH were recommended for the "STARS" class which is a teacher invite only program!  Whoo-hoo way to go, Lo and Le.  Logan can do 1-handed cartwheels and Leah can do no-hands somersaults!  However, we have decided to just leave the kids in the regular gymnastics class.. actually we are taking a break from gymnastics for the fall and will resume in the winter.  After all, they are ONLY 2 and 4!!!  We think the transition to more preschool days and times will be enough for now.  They need to have time to run free in the backyard, right?  As PROUD of them that we are, come on, they are too little to be on the competitive gymnastics team... maybe next year!?!?  :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our days are filled with excitement, amazement, and wonder.  Everyday both Lo and Le continue to impress us with their knowledge.  They are SO different but yet SO similar in their mannerisms.  I LOVE watching them grow and learn, interact with each other, and develop into little people!  Being a Mom is definitely the HARDEST thing ever but it is also the BEST thing ever!  And I think Anthony would agree.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day I learn something new and continue to be amazed my my magical children!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-4788943272666829064?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/4788943272666829064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=4788943272666829064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/4788943272666829064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/4788943272666829064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2007/08/fun-never-ends.html' title='The fun never ends....'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-6836255980362150065</id><published>2007-07-21T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:24:43.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intuition</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/RqKwfCN5ZvI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/brO3NTyTbLM/s1600-h/DSC00900.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/RqKwfCN5ZvI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/brO3NTyTbLM/s320/DSC00900.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089824576099673842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've always been a little hesitant about taking my kids to the wading pools (or waving pools, as Logan calls them) at the local parks.  Call me a little overprotective, crazy, or whatever, but something just doesn't sit right with me... maybe all the kids with swim diapers that leak, maybe all the chemicals they dump in the water, maybe the fact that the pools are packed with kids- I just don't know but I've always been a bit tentative about taking the Lo and the Le there.  Anyway, one hot afternoon, my neighbor calls and tells us that she is going to the wading pool up the street.  It's been a long day, so, of course, I jump at the chance... after getting ready for about 45 minutes (packing snacks, drinks, towels, extra clothes, pool toys, changing kids into bathing suits, and slathering on sunscreen) we are ready to go.  We get there and the kids have a BLAST!!!  I mean, total fun!  The park is empty, Cathy and I are sitting on the blanket and actually having an adult conversation without interruption and all is good, make that, great!!  I am thinking, okay, tell me again why I haven't done this before..... oh, yes, my craziness!!!&lt;br /&gt;So fast forward a bit, (after I checked with the lifeguard and bombarded her with questions about the bacterial levels, chemical amounts, etc, etc, etc,) when all of a  sudden a mom says, "There's glass in the pool, glass, all over."  And I'm thinking, okay, is she nuts or what?  The lifeguard comes into the pool, looks around, and sure enough, there is glass all on the bottom of the pool.  All of the moms and dads get in the pool (with flip flops on) and start picking it out.  Meanwhile, the lifeguard tells all the kids to get out of the pool.  Of course, right them, Logan starts screaming, "My foot, my foot, ouch, I got stung."  Big tears... I go over to him and check out his foot, and yes, my son was THE KID who got cut on the glass... no, it wasn't a cut that required stitches (well, maybe it did) but it was a pretty serious cut... We get him all settled down, bandaged up and good to go.  I am thinking, tell me again... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I decide to come to the wading pool?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I remember, because the kids love the water, are happily playing with our neighbors, it is a hot day, and why not go to the wading pool????  Free, convenient, and fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I go again?  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it was great fun, relaxing (up until the glass incident), and a prefect place for a hot day!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-6836255980362150065?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/6836255980362150065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=6836255980362150065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/6836255980362150065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/6836255980362150065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2007/07/intuition.html' title='Intuition'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/RqKwfCN5ZvI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/brO3NTyTbLM/s72-c/DSC00900.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-8463157244141131469</id><published>2007-07-13T08:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T08:26:43.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot! Hot! Hot!</title><content type='html'>If you've been following the news... you'll know that we had some high temps here in Seattle.  We finally are getting back to "normal Seattle weather."  It's funny though, because when I was growing up, on the East Coast, I LOVED the heat, even the humidity- bring it on.  I would go to the beach with my friends, we would slather on baby oil and lay out for hours.  Now, I just can't tolerate it- makes me irritable, grumpy, and tired.  Yes, it is nice to play outside, go to the beach, etc, etc, etc but I would much rather do it in the 75-80 degree range with a nice breeze off of the Sound. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my husband and kids would agree!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went and got fans for the kids rooms for the hot nights.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Logan's Reaction&lt;/span&gt;- "Wow, I get my real own fan like the adults!  It makes me feel so refreshed and cool.  I love having a cool breeze in my room.  It really helps me sleep."&lt;br /&gt;And Anthony and I are looking at each other like, Is this kid really 4?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Leah's Reaction&lt;/span&gt;- We're putting her to bed and she's pretty quiet.  We leave her windows open, set up the fan, and give her a cool sheet to sleep with.  Again, she's a bit quiet and not her normal bubbly self.  Fast Forward to the middle of the night when it's so hot that I can't sleep.  I go and check on the kids.  Well, I go to the hallway and Leah's fan is sitting on the floor along with the sheet in one big pile!  I open her door and she has her big fluffy comforter back on her bed, and all the windows are closed!  She was sleeping peacefully- in a pool of sweat.  It was so funny.  But that's our Leah- if she doesn't want something, by golly, she is not having it.  When we asked her about it in the morning, I said, "Leah what happened to all your stuff?"  She goes, "No, nothing, I just don't like the fan and new sheet and I had to close my windows!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never a dull moment here at Team Robinson!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-8463157244141131469?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/8463157244141131469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=8463157244141131469' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/8463157244141131469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/8463157244141131469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2007/07/hot-hot-hot.html' title='Hot! 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Hot!'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2057834702585887481.post-3745900110617194814</id><published>2007-07-08T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T16:24:44.166-08:00</updated><title type='text'>July 9th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/RpHXH30aUkI/AAAAAAAAAIA/UmOJwKVE4j8/s1600-h/DSC00746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/RpHXH30aUkI/AAAAAAAAAIA/UmOJwKVE4j8/s320/DSC00746.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085081984520835650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/RpHXIn0aUlI/AAAAAAAAAII/ndbRpVK5LbQ/s1600-h/DSC00532.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/RpHXIn0aUlI/AAAAAAAAAII/ndbRpVK5LbQ/s320/DSC00532.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085081997405737554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just cannot believe that tomorrow is July 9th... already!  Where is the summer going?  Yes, we have been busy doing fun stuff (museums, Locks, Zoo, parks, bike rides, play dates, backyard BBQ's), started our new fence (Whoo-hoo), painted two rooms, organized and cleaned out toys, clothes, and closets, but, man, where has the time gone????  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Logan said, "Well, summer to me is doing all this fun stuff with my mom, my dad, and my sister."   And that's the truth!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2057834702585887481-3745900110617194814?l=robinsonreport.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/feeds/3745900110617194814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2057834702585887481&amp;postID=3745900110617194814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/3745900110617194814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2057834702585887481/posts/default/3745900110617194814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robinsonreport.blogspot.com/2007/07/july-9th.html' title='July 9th'/><author><name>Laura</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783438658292131414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/R3NowJkTVpI/AAAAAAAAAQY/fV8HU_r6x0M/S220/DSC00888.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QN19-eVpGDU/RpHXH30aUkI/AAAAAAAAAIA/UmOJwKVE4j8/s72-c/DSC00746.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
