<?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-5430644128692467148</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:56:32.340-08:00</updated><category term='Giselle'/><category term='Random'/><category term='Valentines Day'/><category term='Jimmy'/><category term='soccer'/><category term='golf'/><category term='Family'/><category term='Photo slideshow'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='homeschool'/><category term='Winter'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='Gabriel-isms'/><category term='A Day in the Life'/><category term='summer'/><category term='Marcy'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='Birthdays'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='Worth a thousand words'/><category term='Dance'/><category term='Gabriel flashback'/><category term='work'/><category term='Gabriel'/><title type='text'>Pett's Place Family Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Life is a journey - enjoy it with us!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>116</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-1896686067083072071</id><published>2012-01-30T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T14:47:33.955-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giselle'/><title type='text'>Half-way mark</title><content type='html'>We're half-way through our home school year and while we didn't accomplish any of the three lofty goals I set out for us, I'm quite pleased at where we are and what we're learning. I guess having goals like learning how to type, how to write in cursive and learning a foreign language are nice to have ... and perhaps will come in time. Until then, I'm happy that Gabriel is devouring books with any spare moment he has, has grasped multiplication, division and fractions quite nicely, and that he loves learning science. He's been telling me all about matter (solid, gas or liquid) and telling all about viscosity, evaporation and condensation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giselle has learned her numbers, letters, shapes and colors and is wanting to learn how to write letters. She enjoys sorting, building, painting, playing Uno and pretend play. Here are a couple of pics of them in action:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tmmhFPpLMSk/TycZbsVYlpI/AAAAAAAAHLU/lEPNbqCA7ok/s1600/Giselle.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tmmhFPpLMSk/TycZbsVYlpI/AAAAAAAAHLU/lEPNbqCA7ok/s320/Giselle.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hfMo6wz9vDo/TyccmLaH7vI/AAAAAAAAHL8/wnbBbLthhmw/s1600/photo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hfMo6wz9vDo/TyccmLaH7vI/AAAAAAAAHL8/wnbBbLthhmw/s320/photo.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-1896686067083072071?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1896686067083072071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2012/01/half-way-mark.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/1896686067083072071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/1896686067083072071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2012/01/half-way-mark.html' title='Half-way mark'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tmmhFPpLMSk/TycZbsVYlpI/AAAAAAAAHLU/lEPNbqCA7ok/s72-c/Giselle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-1366008765997590994</id><published>2011-12-31T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T06:31:41.376-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giselle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Closing of 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So far turning seven has been an exciting age with something interesting lurking around every corner; &lt;/span&gt;from teeth falling out of his head, learning how to ride his bike and reading 220 page books in four hours for the first time to spontaneously making breakfast for everyone. Gabriel has found the ever so popular "Diary of a Wimpy Kid" books so funny that he breezes through them and can't wait for the next one. He's learning to be a considerate and thoughtful young man and continues to make us laugh and think. He asked me if the star on top of the Christmas tree was representative of the star that followed Jesus when he was born? I hesitantly said, "sure, why, yes." Honestly I had never really thought about it, but it made sense. Then he said, "Yep, I know my ornamathology." He also seems to be outgrowing his eczema and sensory issues with seeing his first movie in a theater in years. And he had his first sleep over at a friends house – not surprisingly said he didn't sleep a wink. He's always wanting to do something fun and says constantly, "So, what'cha wanna do now?" I believe he thinks I am his endless entertainment for monopoly, bowling or mini-golf partner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giselle is about potty trained with scaling the toilet on her own. Adios Pampers! She's been happier lately and finally understanding the meaning of the word "no". Don't get me wrong, she still has her mob boss two-year old mentality but I can see light at the end of the "twos" tunnel as we enter the "threes" – and it looks beautiful. She does have her sweet moments. One day when I was sick, she said "Mommy, you tired?" and put a blanket over me. And she sweetly follows her big brother around like a baby duckling. It's so adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ending of 2011 hasn't been without it's interesting twists and turns too. We are trying to think fiscally creative and have made the decision to refinance our home. Then we learned Jim's dad, Ed Pett, passed away on December 7th. He was exactly two months away of making it to 94 years. Followed by all of us enduring a horrific stomach flu the week after. We felt better in time to enjoy Christmas with exception of Shawna. The kids and I enjoyed our traditional making cookies and drinking hot chocolate on Christmas Eve and then making Christmas pancakes after opening presents Christmas morn. Giselle got a kitchen set and made me pretend hot chocolate for hours on end and Gabriel played with his new Hot Wheels tracks all day. He actually cried when he opened his last gift, Mario Kart cartridge for his Nintendo DS. We had a secret santa drop off some gifts for the kids which was incredibly sweet. It ended up being a relaxing fun day. The last day of the year, New Years Eve, was incredibly fun too as we spent it with friends at their home playing Guesstures and drinking margaritas. We're ready for whatever exciting new adventures 2012 will bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4FauHP-2YMM/TwNGxEqpcoI/AAAAAAAAGig/KJHnyoxKT_E/s1600/IMG_1252.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4FauHP-2YMM/TwNGxEqpcoI/AAAAAAAAGig/KJHnyoxKT_E/s320/IMG_1252.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S8xiu4F3uPk/TwNG1bCjFPI/AAAAAAAAGio/Z1GFVY5Br9k/s1600/IMG_1253.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S8xiu4F3uPk/TwNG1bCjFPI/AAAAAAAAGio/Z1GFVY5Br9k/s320/IMG_1253.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-1366008765997590994?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1366008765997590994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2011/12/closing-of-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/1366008765997590994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/1366008765997590994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2011/12/closing-of-2011.html' title='Closing of 2011'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4FauHP-2YMM/TwNGxEqpcoI/AAAAAAAAGig/KJHnyoxKT_E/s72-c/IMG_1252.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-7367234569865590907</id><published>2011-11-18T14:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T14:15:49.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gabriel's First Piano Recital</title><content type='html'>Gabriel had his first piano recital today with his homeschool group, Dunwoody Homeschool Hive. All the kids were so cute and he did a great job. He played Mary had a little lamb, Men From Mars and Ode to Joy. The middle C key didn't play so I had to tell him to start at a higher C.&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/917hsyHjBqU" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-7367234569865590907?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7367234569865590907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2011/11/gabriels-first-piano-recital.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/7367234569865590907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/7367234569865590907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2011/11/gabriels-first-piano-recital.html' title='Gabriel&apos;s First Piano Recital'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/917hsyHjBqU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-7200329691548220021</id><published>2011-11-14T14:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-14T14:39:09.342-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><title type='text'>Halloween 2011</title><content type='html'>We had a great turn out of creative kids this year for Halloween. Giselle was Strawberry Shortcake and Gabriel was Toad from Mario Bros. Jim said the costume award goes to Kamu for his portrayal of Mr. T. and best family costume goes to the Lurie's for their interpretation of Tron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=https%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fmarcypett%2Falbumid%2F5660831668877824097%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" height="267" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="https://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-7200329691548220021?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7200329691548220021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2011/11/we-had-great-turn-out-of-creative-kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/7200329691548220021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/7200329691548220021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2011/11/we-had-great-turn-out-of-creative-kids.html' title='Halloween 2011'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-9187969108237693075</id><published>2011-10-21T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-21T16:19:41.055-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabriel'/><title type='text'>Gabriel learning to ride his bike</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zk6sk7NRtFU?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel learning to ride his bike at 7 years old in our front yard without his training wheels. So far turning seven has been a big deal with losing his first tooth a couple weeks ago.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-9187969108237693075?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/9187969108237693075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2011/10/gabriel-learning-to-ride-his-bike.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/9187969108237693075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/9187969108237693075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2011/10/gabriel-learning-to-ride-his-bike.html' title='Gabriel learning to ride his bike'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/zk6sk7NRtFU/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-6689545918362844357</id><published>2011-10-07T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T12:10:41.698-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giselle'/><title type='text'>Hitting some major milestones this week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Urine Big Girl Pants Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Giselle has taken it upon herself that it's time to go pee pee in the big girl potty. She went three times by herself on 10/4, four times on 10/5 and five times yesterday, 10/6. She's very independent that precious little girl of ours. Sometimes we'll give her a chocolate M&amp;amp;M as a reward, but half the time she doesn't ask. I love seeing the proud expression on her face knowing it is pleasing to mommy &amp;amp; daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Gabriel finally lost his first!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I came home last night and he bounded out the front door to hug me and said, "Mommy, my bottom tooth is very loose now!" I felt it and he was absolutely right. This morning he came into our room with a forced grin and said it must have fallen out while he was sleeping. Jim chimed in remarking he hoped he hadn't swallowed it. I had him look for it in his bed but he couldn't find it. For some reason he just can't find things ... like his shoes or a certain book when asked. So I went and looked and found the shiny, white, tiny marrow on his sheets. We placed it in a container and took a photo to commemorate the occasion. Look how proud he is in this photo marking this rite of passage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pcRLWDaTKRc/To9N5rrTJqI/AAAAAAAAFsM/7O7BfvkNZSI/s1600/ToothlessGabriel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pcRLWDaTKRc/To9N5rrTJqI/AAAAAAAAFsM/7O7BfvkNZSI/s320/ToothlessGabriel.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;We are opting not to do the Tooth Fairy in our moral stance to not lie to our children, but I got him a Susan B. Anthony coin as a keepsake and we'll do something else fun to mark the occasion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-6689545918362844357?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6689545918362844357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2011/10/hitting-some-major-milestones-this-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/6689545918362844357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/6689545918362844357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2011/10/hitting-some-major-milestones-this-week.html' title='Hitting some major milestones this week'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pcRLWDaTKRc/To9N5rrTJqI/AAAAAAAAFsM/7O7BfvkNZSI/s72-c/ToothlessGabriel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-6639618723946060918</id><published>2011-09-27T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T11:16:44.798-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giselle'/><title type='text'>Giselle is going to be an artist!</title><content type='html'>If I had to gauge Gabriel in the sporty vs. artistic category at 2.5, I'd place him in the former....as for Giselle, I'd place her in the latter based on how much she likes to sing, dance, play the piano and draw. Here she is at 2.5 yrs singing "I'm a tree" song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Y49WblbVDns?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-6639618723946060918?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6639618723946060918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2011/09/if-i-had-to-gauge-gabriel-in-sporty-vs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/6639618723946060918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/6639618723946060918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2011/09/if-i-had-to-gauge-gabriel-in-sporty-vs.html' title='Giselle is going to be an artist!'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Y49WblbVDns/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-4127456661654610392</id><published>2011-08-29T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T15:04:54.298-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabriel'/><title type='text'>Back to School - Gabriel is a seven year-old, second grader!</title><content type='html'>Each year, we officially begin school after Gabriel's birthday. First day August 29th with more excitement coming from me, I think. Here he is as a seven year-old, second grader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GXKnzesMB2g/Tl1eLOQM2kI/AAAAAAAAFb4/uN6uSw9LXLM/s1600/IMG_9716.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GXKnzesMB2g/Tl1eLOQM2kI/AAAAAAAAFb4/uN6uSw9LXLM/s400/IMG_9716.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646773054690089538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to our new homeschool group's first activity: Dunwoody Hive Homeschool's "Not Back-to-School" Cookout Picnic at Lake Lanier. It was a lot of fun to meet other families who chose to uniquely educate their children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0vKVrOg8dM8/Tl1eUANdSEI/AAAAAAAAFcA/jnvmggLflIM/s1600/DSC01477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0vKVrOg8dM8/Tl1eUANdSEI/AAAAAAAAFcA/jnvmggLflIM/s400/DSC01477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646773205539309634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/3u4VFx_9RZjjXlKkP9rVhQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-KtYGB7m1ZOo/TklyC0Qk5nI/AAAAAAAAFaE/PugbZcV4rQs/s400/IMG_9529.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0vKVrOg8dM8/Tl1eUANdSEI/AAAAAAAAFcA/jnvmggLflIM/s1600/DSC01477.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-4127456661654610392?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4127456661654610392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2011/08/back-to-school-gabriel-is-seven-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/4127456661654610392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/4127456661654610392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2011/08/back-to-school-gabriel-is-seven-year.html' title='Back to School - Gabriel is a seven year-old, second grader!'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GXKnzesMB2g/Tl1eLOQM2kI/AAAAAAAAFb4/uN6uSw9LXLM/s72-c/IMG_9716.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-122836710309704125</id><published>2011-08-22T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T06:43:21.556-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabriel'/><title type='text'>Gabriel at Seven</title><content type='html'>Here are some of Gabriel's stats at seven years old:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Height --&lt;/span&gt; 46-1/2" tall (3' 8")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weight --&lt;/span&gt; 47-1/2 lbs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shoe size --&lt;/span&gt; 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pant size --&lt;/span&gt; 6 or 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shirt size --&lt;/span&gt; 7 or Medium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite book --&lt;/span&gt; "Cat in the Hat Comes Back" and the "Berenstain Bears Science"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite food --&lt;/span&gt; Spaghetti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite treat -- &lt;/span&gt;Popsicles and Popcorn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite word --&lt;/span&gt; Actually and he says "suverize" is a favorite word (it's completely made-up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite saying --&lt;/span&gt; "Super Mario" with an Italian accent while pointing finger into the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite school subject(s) --&lt;/span&gt; Reading and Science&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite movie(s) -- &lt;/span&gt;Flushed Away and Charlotte's Web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite thing to do --&lt;/span&gt; Playing with his friends while playing video games on his Nintendo DS (Mario vs. Donkey Kong)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite toys --&lt;/span&gt; An Angry Birds stuffed animal he named Bombs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Activities -- &lt;/span&gt;Video games, golf, singing, dancing and making weird, funny noises!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Interests -- &lt;/span&gt;Video games, making people laugh, cooking shows, the weather, MythBusters Jamie and Adam and learning science, playing with his sister, Rory McIlroy and much more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a recurring theme here of video games ... he mentioned it 3x!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-122836710309704125?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/122836710309704125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2011/08/gabriel-at-seven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/122836710309704125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/122836710309704125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2011/08/gabriel-at-seven.html' title='Gabriel at Seven'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-9090131200909183097</id><published>2011-07-22T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T08:59:38.248-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giselle'/><title type='text'>My kids are growing up</title><content type='html'>Now that Gabriel is nearing seven years old, we can expect him to have more responsibilities around the home. He has had his morning and bedtime routines to maintain for years now and some things we ask him to do as part of the family, but have created a chore chart for him to conduct above and beyond these things in order to earn some allowance money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_EHexwroeqE/TkKm1W3HwpI/AAAAAAAAFX8/np6muqnPy38/s1600/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-08-10%2Bat%2B11.41.24%2BAM.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_EHexwroeqE/TkKm1W3HwpI/AAAAAAAAFX8/np6muqnPy38/s400/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-08-10%2Bat%2B11.41.24%2BAM.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5639253119021335186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giselle seemed to go from grunting and pointing to talking in phrases practically overnight. Now she speaks in full sentences such as "Mommy, I eat now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loves singing her ABC's and can point out many letters....she even read the word Zebra last night, but she might be associating the letter Z with the name Zebra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is singing them at the piano. I love the "Elmo" P and the "Double X" parts and how soulful she gets towards the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TjDNvXAHAnU?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Font Definitions */ @font-face 	{font-family:Cambria; 	panose-1:2 4 5 3 5 4 6 3 2 4; 	mso-font-charset:0; 	mso-generic-font-family:auto; 	mso-font-pitch:variable; 	mso-font-signature:3 0 0 0 1 0;}  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ascii-font-family:Cambria; 	mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-fareast-font-family:Cambria; 	mso-fareast-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-hansi-font-family:Cambria; 	mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; 	mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi;} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-9090131200909183097?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/9090131200909183097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-kids-are-growing-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/9090131200909183097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/9090131200909183097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2011/07/my-kids-are-growing-up.html' title='My kids are growing up'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_EHexwroeqE/TkKm1W3HwpI/AAAAAAAAFX8/np6muqnPy38/s72-c/Screen%2Bshot%2B2011-08-10%2Bat%2B11.41.24%2BAM.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-1748498037757027064</id><published>2011-07-18T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T13:39:00.368-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschool'/><title type='text'>Learning through play</title><content type='html'>Recently inspired by &lt;a href="http://playathomemom3.blogspot.com/2011/07/squishy-bag-tactilemultisensory.html"&gt;another blog site&lt;/a&gt; with a handful of moms who contribute fun ideas to do with your kids as a way of learning through play, we created these squishy bags. Instead of gel, I used corn syrup and instead of neon glitter we used food sprinkles. They mixed nicely together. Realized we didn't need that much syrup so created more bags. Next time I'll use larger bags as it may be easier to draw letters and more shapes. But these were fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Sks5EKQ_vDCOZ0QgG-HcF__0XOUE67G35sayWIQUS5g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-wbrSjxIFK9s/TiSZmUleN5I/AAAAAAAAFVI/LYi19RgmMdw/s400/IMG_9411.jpg" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/WOtZgJYQUMNvGvuf8A-D8v_0XOUE67G35sayWIQUS5g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-bk2CbCYsuw4/TiSZmp4QCDI/AAAAAAAAFVM/VK8xxoLPilM/s400/IMG_9414.jpg" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-1748498037757027064?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1748498037757027064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2011/07/learning-through-play.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/1748498037757027064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/1748498037757027064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2011/07/learning-through-play.html' title='Learning through play'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-wbrSjxIFK9s/TiSZmUleN5I/AAAAAAAAFVI/LYi19RgmMdw/s72-c/IMG_9411.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-2652257823867065657</id><published>2011-07-16T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-30T15:05:34.145-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giselle'/><title type='text'>What's in a name?</title><content type='html'>They say a name carries with it distinct meaning and importance. Which is why when it came to naming our first born son, I prayed to be led to select just the right one. "His name will be Gabriel" came to me very peacefully and clearly. We absolutely love it. It's beautiful, it means, "man of God" and doesn't reflect a person, but an angel of God. Yet, I still wish I had a sweet, endearing pet name for my son to call him on occasion. The only one we've used other than "baby" is "The Tornado" which to my dismay backfired when he started "acting" out this nickname on purpose. I know these things are supposed to come naturally, but it's been almost seven years and nothing yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the same for my daughter. We too love her name of Giselle Helena. Which of course we'll use the full name when she is being naughty – that's easy. And the nicknames all came easily too...&lt;br /&gt;Gisellie - given by Gabriel&lt;br /&gt;Gisellie Belly Boo Boo - given by Shawna&lt;br /&gt;Gisellie Bean - given by her daddy&lt;br /&gt;Jelly Bean&lt;br /&gt;Lovebug&lt;br /&gt;Ladybug&lt;br /&gt;Zell Bell&lt;br /&gt;Zellie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabe is the obvious one that some folks call him. I don't correct them, but it's not on my radar for him. Do I need to pray in a nickname too? (just kidding) Should I not worry about it knowing Gabriel is a beautiful name? Any suggestions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-2652257823867065657?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2652257823867065657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2011/07/whats-in-name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/2652257823867065657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/2652257823867065657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2011/07/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a name?'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-432594796229146199</id><published>2011-07-14T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T14:02:07.342-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marcy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giselle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jimmy'/><title type='text'>What's up with the Petts?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's up with the 2 year old?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My darling daughter has made me so happy and proud two nights in a row. Last night, allow me to mark the date July 13, 2011 (28 months old) she decided it was time. Time to go potty like a big girl that is. I tried potty training her before and gave up thinking she wasn't ready so we backed way off and prayed that God would have her train herself since she was already introduced to the idea. What a special treat when God answers prayer. We heard some noise in the bathroom so I went to check on her. She moved the stool in front of the toilet and placed the seat ring and sat down. We all heard the tinkle and I got to see how her face changed from one of curiosity to delight when we all praised her. The night before, after reading some bedtime stories and snuggling while putting her to bed. I laid down with her and she said, "Mama, me happy." I'm still melting over how sweet that is. We don't get many affirmations as parents, but that certainly was one, if any, that we must be doing something right. She's turned a corner with talking as well – speaks more phrases and more clearly. It's so cute how she calls Gabriel "brother". She'll say, "Mama, what is brother doing?" She probably wants to know so she can be doing it, too...whatever it is. She copies everything he does. She's getting a little more hair, but still won't allow me to put a bow or make a ponytail just yet. She loves to dance, in fact, we all have been enjoying watching the T.V. show, "So You Think You Can Dance?" I wonder if a preschool ballet class is in our future or if I will teach her? She is one tough cookie, just like her dad. She can crash and instead of  crying (or screaming like "brother") she just kind of whines and says  "Mama, boo boo." I still need to get her left earring fixed. She's  pulled it out and I've been waiting for it to completely heal and will  just get it pierced again. For now, we'll just call her "Pirate Zellie".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/tvX5UdXo70FfHcvyZ2a28P_0XOUE67G35sayWIQUS5g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-qZWIovQ1RRY/Th9QeRhla1I/AAAAAAAAFRk/_LTP8zVJFao/s400/IMG_9378.jpg" height="400" width="234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she is wearing daddy's flip-flops, using his cell phone while cheesing it up for the camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;What's up with the 6 year old?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel just finished golf camp for the summer. We're trying to decide which activity he'll be doing come fall. Whether it be tennis, soccer, swimming or more golf. We can only afford one right now. Decided to take it to prayer since I can't decide. I'm sure it will be fine whatever we choose. I'm realizing I worry way too much about things. And, we still need to find a piano teacher. Gabriel is a happy kid who likes to be active so he'll be happy no matter what. He's still cracking me up. The other day at Chick-fil-A, we saw a person dressed as a cow and he remarks, "Holy Cow!" And, he understands the pun. My dad passed away ten years ago on July 11th so I stated "Today is the anniversary of my dad's death." Gabriel exclaims, "Can we have a party?" That kid is so social - anything to get together with friends and celebrate. He had been begging to come to work with me. He says so he can be with me but also so he can visit my work friends. I see more and more of me in him and am seeing more of Jimmy in Giselle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/MwnHzBXAQFRhuDqP4Nk2pf_0XOUE67G35sayWIQUS5g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-ijvm_Xasuu0/Th9Qyi6d7ZI/AAAAAAAAFRs/JPG7ZwbVSsQ/s400/IMG_9366.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Gabriel with his friend Lydia for "Cow Appreciation Day"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Daddy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jimmy still seems to be in constant pain due to his intestines. Because of it, he can be short and generally grumpier than I'd prefer, but we all make the best of it. I feel really sorry for him making all these wonderful meals for the kids and me and he can't partake most of the time. He's just finished working on the porch, building new hand rails and it looks marvelous! I'm worried about his dad and aunt who are both 93 years old and nearing the end of their life here on earth. We're trying to plan a trip to Detroit to see them in the very near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/9pT5KVj_Jqo66jtlRD_4B__0XOUE67G35sayWIQUS5g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ZhtjCM5vM-A/Th9SCvi20iI/AAAAAAAAFSQ/dyJ6i_3DLB0/s288/IMG_9303.JPG" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working on our new porch railings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the Mommy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm making unsuccessful attempts at working out and losing weight, but at least I'm trying. I got to catch up with an old high school girlfriend over lunch which was incredibly fun. For splinters of a moment, I felt like a teenager again. Other than that, I work full-time, homeschool Gabriel at night along with my every other Friday's off from work. As long as I'm planning the next big thing, I'm happy. Right now, it's a trip to Detroit followed by Gabriel's 7 year old birthday party. Somewhere in there, I want to get the house organized. Otherwise, I may as well sign us up for one of these ever so popular reality T.V. shows about home makeovers or hoarders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/ZzgqLdFT60erpbJM4hm7Ev_0XOUE67G35sayWIQUS5g?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-Fc9XkkTASxk/Th9Qd0TTG5I/AAAAAAAAFRg/JgGGyUn_Klk/s400/IMG_9388.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My high school friend Janice and me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-432594796229146199?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/432594796229146199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2011/07/whats-up-with-petts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/432594796229146199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/432594796229146199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2011/07/whats-up-with-petts.html' title='What&apos;s up with the Petts?'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-qZWIovQ1RRY/Th9QeRhla1I/AAAAAAAAFRk/_LTP8zVJFao/s72-c/IMG_9378.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-7236943319752513768</id><published>2011-06-13T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T20:26:29.891-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabriel'/><title type='text'>Drama, Art and Music Camp</title><content type='html'>Gabriel enjoyed his Drama, Art and Music camp this week. It was help at Redeemer &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;OPC&lt;/span&gt; off &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Chamblee&lt;/span&gt;-Tucker by Miss Jennifer Taylor. The theme was "Children's Literature" and they studied Winnie the Pooh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/kdRrSx7B6MPPMkJjzKRO4nKskdIW8oOC8L8oertDiys?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_cIhoT7ntFA/TfZai8Hoa2I/AAAAAAAAFIA/w5Tw0y4Rfzs/s400/IMG_9250.jpg" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here he is on the very first day - you can see the aura of excitement... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/marcypett/June2011Staycation?authkey=Gv1sRgCLLTwve1y4eWSg&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite#5617777132517777090"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-oliGwdeCC30/TfZaiasI3sI/AAAAAAAAFIc/Mfbm-nSwzQM/s400/IMG_9249.jpg" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He met a friend named Gabriel there and came home excited every day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/IA2SSpr92nErPlo8z_giInKskdIW8oOC8L8oertDiys?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-Uufr_u0ub8A/TfZapO4UIUI/AAAAAAAAFII/epIzHDu93bQ/s288/IMG_9254.JPG" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim and I were a little surprised when our very expressive, loud, non-stop singing child seemed to be very motion-less, quiet and not singing in the final performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/lbTosXb1a7Hk4Bc6Q1AGWHKskdIW8oOC8L8oertDiys?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-ygchW0gXSY0/TfZaozmHRrI/AAAAAAAAFIE/KLPVX3iQB0M/s400/IMG_9256.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May have been a case of stage fright or didn't know the words, but he tells me he was singing. When I asked the teacher afterward she said she didn't notice, but wanted to tell me that he was one of the most well behaved kids out of the entire group during the week. I was very happy to hear this so we took Gabriel out for dinner and allowed him to pick his own dessert as a special treat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-7236943319752513768?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7236943319752513768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2011/06/drama-art-and-music-camp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/7236943319752513768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/7236943319752513768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2011/06/drama-art-and-music-camp.html' title='Drama, Art and Music Camp'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-_cIhoT7ntFA/TfZai8Hoa2I/AAAAAAAAFIA/w5Tw0y4Rfzs/s72-c/IMG_9250.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-6241700336998687860</id><published>2011-06-05T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T08:56:13.629-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giselle'/><title type='text'>Our Staycation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;We had such a great staycation - a whole week off from work to spend some quality time with the kids doing fun things around Atlanta while Jimmy works on our front porch railings. I'm determined to have Gabriel learn to swim by the end of summer so we hit the pool as often as we could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel's last day of school was Friday, May 27th and I had him do some CRCT tests. The next day we took him to the Decatur Arts Festival because he wanted to go to Zucca pizza for his celebratory meal and then we went to Assia's pool and the next day too with Jimmy. Giselle was timid of the water and Gabriel is trying really hard with his freestyle front stroke, but just looks like a spaz in the water and doesn't actually do anywhere. For Memorial Day, we went to Thrasher Park with the Morrey's and Crofford's and then did a cookout at our place with tons of food. It was so hot and we let the kids play in the sprinkler afterward. We went to Mountain Park Aquatic Center as a family the next day. I took Gabriel to the World of Coca-Cola where he enjoyed the history of how the company came together, how they bottle their product and tasting 60 different flavors from around the world. He's been wanting to do putt-putt and they happened to have one outside the museum. It's been so hot - around 95° – so we got some ice cream to cool off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/AnC3pt2oQPgfw3u3BBeiwHKskdIW8oOC8L8oertDiys?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-dgs85jt3vbw/TezoW1y7tkI/AAAAAAAAFEU/ZFySwZ7Myjw/s400/IMG_9149.jpg" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following day we went strawberry picking with our friends at Southern Belle farm in McDonough. Later, I took Gabriel to Bethesda indoor pool for more fun and practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Ls8sBKi0WQvix4cSrBqRn3KskdIW8oOC8L8oertDiys?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ntOUp14w7kI/TezokMxjpcI/AAAAAAAAFFM/pKpGT1dbYPs/s400/IMG_9191.jpg" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday we went to Krsipy Kreme for National doughnut day and then we made jam out of our strawberries. Saturday Gabriel participated in Home Depot's "Kids Workshop", then we went to PDK's air show and then the pool again. This time Gabriel was swimming a little better, but Giselle has made huge leaps with jumping into my arms from the side of the pool over and over again. They both had a blast. We ended our vacation by pretending to be Van Gogh with some afternoon art and hot dogs with friends at a new coney island place Jim found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/tD0oSCLIDH1RzneD4AfRWnKskdIW8oOC8L8oertDiys?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-3niCi2P7YlE/TezotD3-leI/AAAAAAAAFGQ/q-SOf_vGuFg/s400/IMG_9242.jpg" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giselle really started talking this week. She repeats almost anything. While putting her in her car seat she'll say "I do it!" Followed by her clicking and "Mama, I did it!" So cute!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kept busy and cool in the pool, but some of my favorite moments was when we weren't doing anything but cuddling on the couch, laughing and playing. My kids are getting big at 6 and 2 – just trying to soak in all these wonderful moments because everyone tells me it goes by so fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-6241700336998687860?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6241700336998687860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2011/06/our-staycation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/6241700336998687860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/6241700336998687860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2011/06/our-staycation.html' title='Our Staycation'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-dgs85jt3vbw/TezoW1y7tkI/AAAAAAAAFEU/ZFySwZ7Myjw/s72-c/IMG_9149.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-1248525548806028243</id><published>2011-06-01T09:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T09:26:13.347-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giselle'/><title type='text'>My sweet little girl and thoughtful young boy</title><content type='html'>My children make me so happy – insane some days – but so incredibly happy. I'm on vacation right now and getting to spend some much needed quality time with them. I've enjoyed singing ABC's and The Wheels on the Bus, playing nosies, peek-a-boo and exchanging sweet, slobbery kisses and hugs with Giselle. We've gone to the pool twice so far, the playground once and have run here and there including The World of Coca-Cola and strawberry picking, but the greatest times are the simplest where we're on the couch snuggling, laughing and playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giselle is still very independent and climbs up the tallest slides and without fear, joyfully slides down them. She talking more now and says as we try to get her buckled into her car seat, "Mama, I do it" followed by a click and raised hands singing, "Mama, I did it!" You can have real conversations with her now. Granted, it's mostly asking her something and her telling you "no" but she understands and she is able to communicate more. The other day Jimmy was doing something goofy to make them laugh and she says pointing at him, "Mama, Daddy funny."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel made me so proud at the playground when a bossy little boy was blocking the slide telling kids they couldn't slide down. When Giselle approached, Gabriel stood up to him and said "No, that's my baby sister, she's allowed to come down." He said it with such authority that the kid replied, "oh, okay". We've been talking to him about being considerate of others, and this was proof that those talks must have landed on fertile ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel is still hyperactive and chatters non-stop, Giselle is demanding and whiny when she doesn't get what she wants at the very second she wants it. No, they aren't perfect, and neither are we as parents, but we have such beautiful blessings from God and have so much to be thankful for. We just can't imagine loving them anymore than we do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-1248525548806028243?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1248525548806028243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-sweet-little-girl-and-thoughtful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/1248525548806028243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/1248525548806028243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2011/06/my-sweet-little-girl-and-thoughtful.html' title='My sweet little girl and thoughtful young boy'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-5475173818767030072</id><published>2011-05-20T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T15:16:41.468-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabriel'/><title type='text'>Gabriel's End-of-Year Homeschool Report: 1st Grade</title><content type='html'>&lt;style&gt;@font-face {   font-family: "Arial"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }a:link, span.MsoHyperlink { color: blue; text-decoration: underline; }a:visited, span.MsoHyperlinkFollowed { color: purple; text-decoration: underline; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }&lt;/style&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;Year-End Academic Evaluation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;For Gabriel Pett&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;First Grade&lt;br /&gt;May 20, 2011&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;           &lt;style&gt;@font-face {   font-family: "Arial"; }@font-face {   font-family: "Courier New"; }@font-face {   font-family: "Wingdings"; }p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal { margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt; font-size: 12pt; font-family: "Times New Roman"; }a:link, span.MsoHyperlink { color: blue; text-decoration: underline; }a:visited, span.MsoHyperlinkFollowed { color: purple; text-decoration: underline; }div.Section1 { page: Section1; }ol { margin-bottom: 0in; }ul { margin-bottom: 0in; }&lt;/style&gt;     &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;OVERVIEW:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our focus this year hasn’t changed with the three R's (reading, writing, and arithmetic) and sprinkled in science, social studies, music, art, and sports. We’ve enjoyed our involvement with NEACH homeschool group to do fun activities, projects, field trips, park days, spending time with friends and experiencing children of all ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;MATH:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He continues to excel in math and is working above grade level. He has most of his multiplication tables memorized and either recites or writes tables of them daily. We haven’t entered into division yet, but when asked, “what is 2 x __ =22” He has no problem saying the answer of “11”. Earlier in the year (January) I asked him how many steps we had on our stairs. He counted 14. I said, “what if we had two sets of stairs side-by-side, how many stairs would we have?” He said “hat's easy just add 14+14.” I said yes, or you could just do 14x2. He says, oh yea, and without hesitating he said 28.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We intersperse reviewing his basic drills such as double and triple addition and subtraction lest he forget everything he learned last year. We identified Mondays as “Monday Math Review” days.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We ended up returning the “RightStart” math curriculum because it was too teacher restrictive. Classes are offered to learn how to teach this curriculum along with the Spell to Write and Read curriculum and determined that it was too intensive for us along with liking to be a little more “free” in our approach. We’ve grown to really like the Harcourt Learning workbooks we get through the Homeschooling section of Barnes &amp;amp; Noble and may stick with those for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;LANGUAGE ARTS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11pt;"  &gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11pt;"&gt;According to the &lt;i style=""&gt;American National Council of Teachers of English&lt;/i&gt;, the five strands of the Language arts are &lt;u&gt;reading&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;composition writing&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;speaking&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;listening&lt;/u&gt;, and &lt;u&gt;viewing&lt;/u&gt; (visual literacy).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Reading and Comprehension: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Gabriel is a fluent reader now and is reading on a second grade level. We’ve finished two reading workbooks (McGraw-Hill and Harcourt Learning) with comprehension questions this year and he is eager to buy the next level. His retention is high and when asked can dictate to you the main “take-away” from the story along with most details. He can respond with complete sentences if asked, otherwise will provide fragments as answers which makes it difficult to understand him. He still only likes to read 2-3 pages and his attempt to read a real chapter book from the library was an unsuccessful one. He read 1 chapter a day and didn’t complete it. He is beginning to understand prefixes and suffixes and will attempt to sound out any word he doesn’t know without hesitation. He also participated in the Discovery Channel / Six Flags over Georgia reading program and earned two tickets to Six Flags this year. We continue to frequent the library for story time and to check out new and exciting literature.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Creative Writing and Handwriting:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; His penmanship for print is clear when asked to write neatly. We have begun the early stages of cursive and hope that it will make it easier to write for him. Our big accomplishment this year is his “O’s” are now drawn in the correct direction. He occasionally makes mistakes like reversing his “b’s” and “d’s” and “p’s” and “q’s” as well as sometimes “s’s” and “2’s”. He catches his own mistakes and corrects them. As for composing sentences and writing them, he has extreme difficulty. This is the one area that he may be on or behind grade level. We have changed curriculums from the Flashkids Harcourt workbook to “Writing with Ease” to see if we can have a breakthrough in this area. Only a few weeks underway, but there is real promise with this new program.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Spelling, Phonics and Vocabulary:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Gabriel enjoyed a Spelling Bee competition this year. We are using Harcourt Spelling workbook and he does the work without any problems and is on grade level. I give him periodic spelling quizzes which he likes and he does very well. We haven’t given him a set of vocabulary words to memorize or learn yet. He's not shy about asking what a certain word means that he's never heard before. We bought him a new dictionary and showed him how to look up words by himself. We finished Explode the Code workbook for our phonics work and breaking down words. He enjoys this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Grammar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; He understands nouns, verbs, adjectives and pronouns, as well as synonyms, antonyms and homophones. He also understands to capitalize letters of proper nouns like names and places. He is gradually learning sentence structure, but again writing sentences is daunting.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color:red;"&gt;Listening and Speaking:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt; One of the other concentrated efforts in working with Gabriel is getting him to listen better. Sometimes he seems to be inside his own head and world and doesn’t listen well. He is a happy boy and doesn’t do it out of defiance. We’ve pointed out times when he doesn’t listen and is making incessant noises. He said he didn’t realize he was even doing this until we pointed it out. Now we make him recite a times tables and place his hands in his lap so he can exert some self-control. There are a lot of times when Gabriel speaks he begins with fragments and in the middle of the story. We’re explaining to him that he needs a beginning, middle and an end to clearly communicate. He gets excited and does not communicate well although he is confident speaking in groups or for presentations.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;SCIENCE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel loves science and is a fan of Jamie and Adam and the entire MythBusters crew. He works in his Science workbook, but mostly we read science, nature, human body, and physics books to him. He has an interest in the weather and talks about seasons, etc. And will occasionally teach me a thing or two about something he has learned (i.e., a marble will stay in a funnel even if you try to blow it out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;SOCIAL STUDIES/GEOGRAPHY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrate various holidays to study traditions and he enthusiastically marks off the days of the week on the calendar. He completes map snaps online &lt;a href="http://www.coolmath-games.com/0-series-geography-map-snaps.html"&gt;http://www.coolmath-games.com/0-series-geography-map-snaps.html&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Last year he studied continents, and this year was focused on countries such as USA, Europe, and Asia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12pt;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;PHYSICAL FITNESS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim works with him on golf, soccer, tumbling and tennis while I work with him on dance. He just finished swimming lessons and we’ll continue through the summer so he can be a strong swimmer by summers end. He is finally growing and becoming faster than he was last year with the additional height. He has exceptional hand/eye coordination skills when conducting activities such as golf, catching balls, etc., but is average with large motor skills such as swimming, running, etc..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;OTHER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama/Music/Art: He loves to play charades, monopoly or any other computer or video game. We have fun doing crafts, but is not gifted in the arts in terms of drawing. He can color inside the lines, but struggles to come up with other creative ideas on his own. We were given a piano and plan on finding a piano teacher for next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;FIELD TRIPS/EVENTS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope to do more field trips next year now that our youngest is two years old.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Horizon Theatre’s production of “Madeline’s Christmas.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;“Barn Dance” with NEACH group.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Scripps Spelling Bee with LEAD homeschool group.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;·&lt;span style="font: 7pt &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Exploration of Nature at “Big Trees Forest Preserve” with Dunwoody Hive group.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;SUMMARY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our opinion, Gabriel is working above grade-level in certain areas such as math, on average-to-above grade level in reading and below level in writing and communication skills. He is bright and has an easier time remembering ideas he’s learned through subjects he’s interested in and a harder time on subjects he is not. He has a hard time focusing on what he is supposed to be doing with staring out the window and dropping pencils, unless it's the television or computer screen. We are concentrating on trying to help him focus and listen better. We conducted first grade CRCT sample tests on our final day of schooling for reading, language arts and math. He scored 100% on math and 92% on L.A. and reading, respectively. He said, "They were easy, and actually a lot of fun!" Overall, he has a love of learning and doing new things, is quite social and tremendously enjoys his friends, telling jokes and having fun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/jWVXeFVTd_fS_0BN_jyQTh5dnj2gE7DuAT99pbrCCBw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-3Cs6BWZ_Z9I/TeAFOENo4cI/AAAAAAAAFCc/XQJImw0B0kQ/s400/IMG_9092.jpg" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;His first grade curriculum. Mostly Harcourt Learning Series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-5475173818767030072?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5475173818767030072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2011/05/gabriels-end-of-year-homeschool-report.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/5475173818767030072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/5475173818767030072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2011/05/gabriels-end-of-year-homeschool-report.html' title='Gabriel&apos;s End-of-Year Homeschool Report: 1st Grade'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-3Cs6BWZ_Z9I/TeAFOENo4cI/AAAAAAAAFCc/XQJImw0B0kQ/s72-c/IMG_9092.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-7681097697207864272</id><published>2011-05-16T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T11:37:08.295-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo slideshow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><title type='text'>April 2011</title><content type='html'>We had a fun April by celebrating two new baby girls on the block, Eleanor and Callista. We had the kids do an Easter egg hunt and play fun games. I'm probably one of the luckiest women around to have such loving friends in her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="https://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;captions=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=https%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fmarcypett%2Falbumid%2F5595112421388256465%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" height="267" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-7681097697207864272?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7681097697207864272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2011/05/april-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/7681097697207864272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/7681097697207864272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2011/05/april-2011.html' title='April 2011'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-2337042134144157733</id><published>2011-04-13T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T10:28:06.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my kids – and they love each other</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx86-KtD8Vs/TaXc5G-ukBI/AAAAAAAAEpE/RU7L42gK-6c/s1600/IMG_8734.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After the rush of vacation, I've been taking a breather and really just enjoying my kids. We don't do much, and certainly nothing expensive to have fun, we just enjoy each other. Whether Gabriel is making forts out of the sofa cushions or a new Lego creation or Giselle running around in my high heel shoes talking about babies with a pretend phone in one hand and a doll in the other, there is never a dull moment with these two. They keep Jim and me on our toes for sure with spilling drinks or selective hearing, but they also keep us laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how loving they are towards us and others, but am relieved and blessed to see how much they love each other too. Here are a few moments I've caught them enjoying each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel reading Giselle a bedtime story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/efZLRuxkMf8" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her turn now, reading a story to him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SLuHzt6O8yU/TaXcmjwTjqI/AAAAAAAAEo0/N9BxifSvaeY/s1600/IMG_8793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SLuHzt6O8yU/TaXcmjwTjqI/AAAAAAAAEo0/N9BxifSvaeY/s400/IMG_8793.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595120667068698274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx86-KtD8Vs/TaXc5G-ukBI/AAAAAAAAEpE/RU7L42gK-6c/s1600/IMG_8734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rx86-KtD8Vs/TaXc5G-ukBI/AAAAAAAAEpE/RU7L42gK-6c/s400/IMG_8734.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595120985762074642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Holding hands and giving kisses ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xym3K5PR6Dk/TaXc4wHwndI/AAAAAAAAEo8/NleVu-IbUXA/s1600/IMG_8782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xym3K5PR6Dk/TaXc4wHwndI/AAAAAAAAEo8/NleVu-IbUXA/s400/IMG_8782.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595120979625942482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-2337042134144157733?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2337042134144157733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-love-my-kids-and-they-love-each-other.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/2337042134144157733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/2337042134144157733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2011/04/i-love-my-kids-and-they-love-each-other.html' title='I love my kids – and they love each other'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/efZLRuxkMf8/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-2172221803490608134</id><published>2011-04-04T09:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T10:57:02.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18 year anniversary and birthday trip to Tampa</title><content type='html'>Our celebration trip down to Tampa turned out to be a good one, but hard when the kids fell ill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived Saturday afternoon which allowed us to settle in, do a private birthday celebration for Giselle with just Grandma and Uncle Troy and then all of us go and get some Cuban food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was buying and preparing for Mason and Giselle's two year old birthday party. We were keeping an eye on the weather. It eventually didn't rain but was quite windy to the point we didn't hang up any signs at the park and didn't stay longer than an hour or so. The kids had a good time playing on the playground with their cousins and friends and we had the cutest cupcake cake ever so all was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was our 18 year wedding anniversary so we had mom watch the kids while we went to Ybor City to dine at Columbia restaurant for lunch. The food was phenomenal and the sangria really made me giggly while sipping on an empty stomach. We felt like tourists taking photos of the block long picturesque building which was established in 1905 and then headed home to pick up the kids to take them to the beach. The wind was still kicking so we only stayed out there for an hour and we headed back Gabriel said he wasn't feeling well. We were going to go out that night, but Gabriel asked us to stay. I knew right then that he really wasn't feeling well because he's never asked that before. We put them down for the night and then we heard someone vomit. Checked in and it was Giselle to our surprise. My mom helped clean the sheets, put new ones down and I laid down with Giselle for a little bit face-to-face and she seemed happy. Once she drifted I went to my own bed and did the same to only wake up to the same vomit sound. She had thrown up again! Repeat the clean up process and back to sleep only to wake up again to say "She's thrown up again!" Repeat one last time. Then, Gabriel began vomiting at 2 am and didn't stop until 10 am the next morning. We kept my mom's washer and dryer going all through the night. Those poor kids! Gabriel didn't move from one spot on my mom's couch the entire day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday they seemed like they were getting their energy back and it was looking hopeful to go to Disney. I had secretly planned on taking the kids (I hadn't told them just in case it didn't work out, I didn't want them to be disappointed).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday we packed up the car with the intent to drive back home when Gabriel was having some diarrhea. We got him some absorbent underwear and about 45 minutes into the drive decided we would give Disney a try. I called my friends who could get us into the park for free which really made the trip worth the effort. We got ourselves a hotel on Hotwire.com for only $54, met up with my friend Beth at Hollywood Studios to get our tickets and saw a great parade with Buzz Lightyear, Rattatouille and Shrek, left there since Gabriel doesn't do theaters well (his ears are super sensitive) and we wanted to go to the Magic Kingdom anyway. We fed them well at a restaurant and got into the park by 6:00 pm. We went to Tomorrowland first and rode the People Mover and did the Buzz Lightyear ride. We all loved it! We had some good daylight time and some beautiful nighttime with all the lights. We enjoyed the Electrical Parade and the Fireworks, but Gabriel did NOT like the Big Thunder Mountain Railroad roller coaster -- I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came home Friday morning after a big IHOP breakfast with Giselle having diarrhea! We had to stop every hour or so at rest areas because it was so explosive. We were so happy to see friends and family and get to do what we were able to do, but it was so hard traveling with the kids being sick. Very hard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;amp;captions=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;amp;feed=https%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fmarcypett%2Falbumid%2F5586222109766964401%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" height="192" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="https://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="288"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-2172221803490608134?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2172221803490608134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2011/04/18-year-anniversary-and-birthday-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/2172221803490608134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/2172221803490608134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2011/04/18-year-anniversary-and-birthday-trip.html' title='18 year anniversary and birthday trip to Tampa'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-3306318142619536320</id><published>2011-03-06T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-24T11:40:13.861-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giselle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Giselle Turns Two!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our Gisellie Belly turned two! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated it many times ...&lt;br /&gt;1) First with Daddy making her a strawberry pie one evening, we placed two tall candles and the three of us sang Happy Birthday to her (she doesn't know how to blow out candles yet);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/FHAn1fewqJqCFfAwns-DPw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TYZEcVtVmNI/AAAAAAAAEgw/oDkxns5zBjw/s288/IMG_0441.JPG" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The next day on her actual birthday we took her to a Gymboree class where she had fun doing her own thing while all the other two-year old's bounced around with their moms and the instructor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/2wONz0dq5i49Gl5af3LhIA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TYZErx1Ga8I/AAAAAAAAEhk/krzt7P8oE2I/s288/IMG_0468.JPG" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) The next night we went to Outback and let her enjoy wait staff strangers sing to her along with some free ice cream - she didn't know what to think about that.&lt;br /&gt;4) Then we drove down to Tampa and had another little family cake and candle-blowing out gathering with just my mom and brother and us and some nifty doll and stroller presents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/h7-SsWZ_vfdrDggtXec3ig?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TYZE_B5poGI/AAAAAAAAEi0/XsxP21dZmQI/s288/IMG_0508.JPG" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Then the day after that we had another party at the park stacked full of immediate family and friends and kids, playgrounds and picnic fare with the perfect Mickey and Minnie Mouse cupcake birthday cake to celebrate her and Mason's birthdays. It was a bit windy, but the kids had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/lf76IoYWyf3QaPhNDt0hzA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TYZGKFZpErI/AAAAAAAAEkQ/C5RQs-RTois/s288/IMG_0602.JPG" height="216" width="288" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Height&lt;/span&gt; -- 34.5" (75-90%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Weight&lt;/span&gt; -- 25 pounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shoe size &lt;/span&gt;-- 6.5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Clothing -- &lt;/span&gt;2T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite book&lt;/span&gt; -- Any book that has pictures of babies in it. She'll find them immediately and point them out while giggling out "babies!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite food&lt;/span&gt; -- Macaroni and cheese, pizza, spaghetti, rice ... we eat a lot of this, but mostly yogurt and string cheese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite treat&lt;/span&gt; -- Cookies (daddy will make her semi-healthy oatmeal and raisin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite word&lt;/span&gt; -- "Babies"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite saying &lt;/span&gt;-- "Mama, I wunt cook-kie or Mama, I wunt Babies" (meaning the movie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite movie(s)&lt;/span&gt; -- Babies (we stream it on Netflix probably 3x a day and are trying to find more ABC shows for her since it's gotten really old for us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite things to do&lt;/span&gt; -- Suck her thumb, push her stroller around, look at books, go for a ride in the car and dance to music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite toys&lt;/span&gt; -- Any one of her 8-10 baby dolls she has&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Activities &lt;/span&gt;-- She pretends to do school work at the kitchen table along with Gabriel - in fact, she does practically anything Gabriel does, she copies everything he does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Interests&lt;/span&gt; -- She is really intense and is very independent. She's interested in doing things herself right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-3306318142619536320?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3306318142619536320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2011/03/giselle-turns-two.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/3306318142619536320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/3306318142619536320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2011/03/giselle-turns-two.html' title='Giselle Turns Two!'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TYZEcVtVmNI/AAAAAAAAEgw/oDkxns5zBjw/s72-c/IMG_0441.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-6503919418802817904</id><published>2011-02-14T09:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T14:22:57.355-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='golf'/><title type='text'>Gabriel's Golf Lesson</title><content type='html'>Gabriel had his first golf lesson with Ms. Heidi at Stone Mountain. She said right away, "Wow! Gabriel's been practicing!" I guess it had been some time since she saw him for summer camp. I'm not really sure how much he has practiced with the cold weather, but I guess he's made improvement. He had us all cracking up because he went through three buckets of balls in the time others were still working on their first. When he came to get more balls he asked her "Uh, how much are they?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wants him to spend more time on his set up and gave a wonderful analogy. She asked him if he baked with his mommy? Does she spend time getting out all of the ingredients first, then mixes in the bowl and then finally bakes it? He was putting his ball down and just swinging away and she wanted him to set up. He has a good swing and follow through. I told him on the way home if he likes golf and wants to, we can sign up for a tournament once he turns seven years old. That means not until this time next year will he be able to join. Meanwhile, I guess we have a year to teach him the rules and etiquette of the game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uun7rxiWDoE/TVlmNYxvSuI/AAAAAAAAEV0/pJcPkhgDwQ8/s1600/Gabriel%2527s%2BGolf%2BLesson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 492px; height: 130px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uun7rxiWDoE/TVlmNYxvSuI/AAAAAAAAEV0/pJcPkhgDwQ8/s400/Gabriel%2527s%2BGolf%2BLesson.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573598394023103202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: we shared the photos of his swing with our good friend Larry who was on the pro tour once. Here are his comments:&lt;br /&gt;"I like his swing, particularly his footwork/position through the ball.  If a player has good footwork, it overcomes most any other &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1297704836_0"&gt;bad habit&lt;/span&gt;.  The  only slight criticism I would offer is the flying left elbow which  looks to be caused by his right shoulder being a little bit low coming  through the ball. No big deal! Fundamentally sound."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-6503919418802817904?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6503919418802817904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2011/02/gabriels-golf-lesson.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/6503919418802817904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/6503919418802817904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2011/02/gabriels-golf-lesson.html' title='Gabriel&apos;s Golf Lesson'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uun7rxiWDoE/TVlmNYxvSuI/AAAAAAAAEV0/pJcPkhgDwQ8/s72-c/Gabriel%2527s%2BGolf%2BLesson.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-2231222375183815498</id><published>2011-02-14T09:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T08:08:02.256-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentines Day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschool'/><title type='text'>Valentine's Day</title><content type='html'>Gabriel and I enjoyed making these homemade Valentine's cards for his homeschool friends out of some good construction paper. Accomplished approximately 20 cards in two nights, about 2-1/2 hours total. Fold, cut-out hearts, glue, envelopes, done. We all met at Jumpin' Jamboree since the weather was a little cold and wet. The kids made mailboxes to receive the cards. Everyone's was so creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/txW_yDZHTU_hdi9aTreXdw?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TUgaCdYjKrI/AAAAAAAAEUE/Nnq-1pxVQeg/s400/IMG_8643.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for us, it's considered a Hallmark Holiday, but we still take advantage of the time to do something. We finally used a Groupon I had since last April, our friends the Morreys watched the kids while we went to Eclipse di Luna for some scrumptious tapas. We ended up talking mostly about the kids all evening laughing at some of the crazy and silly things they do and say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-2231222375183815498?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2231222375183815498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/2231222375183815498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/2231222375183815498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2011/02/valentines-day.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TUgaCdYjKrI/AAAAAAAAEUE/Nnq-1pxVQeg/s72-c/IMG_8643.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-7161460467418261188</id><published>2011-01-24T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T12:08:19.628-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabriel-isms'/><title type='text'>Beds, Car Seats and Sleep Overs, Oh My!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;They say things happen in threes – we had three milestones happen three days in a row!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/20/11 – First, Giselle crawled out of her crib so we placed her mattress on the floor and with a big smile, she happily clutched her baby doll and slept in a "big girl bed" for the first time. She didn't come out of the room even once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/21/11 – The very next day, I noticed her legs were beginning to become squished in her rear-facing car seat. They recommend to keep rear-facing until age two nowadays, but seeing her birthday is just a month away I went ahead on a whim and turned it around in a Lowe's parking lot. She seemed to like being able to face forward like her big brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/22/11 – The very next day we had some friends children come to visit whilst they went out on birthday dinners, respectively, and ended up having one of Gabriel's friends, Sean, sleep over. It was Gabriel's first time having a sleep over – and oh my goodness, you would have thought I bought him a pot of gold, he was so excited. In fact, both of them were excited – they were so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tucked them into bed and was surprised they both were quiet. At one point, Gabriel came to me saying he needed some lotion because he was itchy. I asked if Sean was asleep and he said, "yep, he's asleep, but I'm still, um, er... alive." Jim and I busted out laughing. I hope you're alive! Another classic Gabriel-ism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here they are together the following morning in their adorable p.j.'s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/gD9-ndDewA2D3M5UbVTbzA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TT3cBb1NSOI/AAAAAAAAEPg/ZJlw866Z9zY/s400/IMG_8570.jpg" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/23/11 – On the fourth day, we went and bought a bunk bed from someone I found off Craigslist. It was the perfect color, style, sturdy as a rock with Brazilian Pine wood and most of all the perfect price. Jimmy and Matt spent 2.5 hours putting it together while the kids ran around it jumping up and down with excitement. Gabriel said, "I finally have my bunk beds that I've been wanting. It's the first time I've had a bunk bed, ever!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I guess that could officially count as four, but you weren't really counting, were you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-7161460467418261188?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7161460467418261188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2011/01/beds-car-seats-and-sleep-overs-oh-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/7161460467418261188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/7161460467418261188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2011/01/beds-car-seats-and-sleep-overs-oh-my.html' title='Beds, Car Seats and Sleep Overs, Oh My!'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TT3cBb1NSOI/AAAAAAAAEPg/ZJlw866Z9zY/s72-c/IMG_8570.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-8836382454573629012</id><published>2011-01-21T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T10:12:02.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 Junior Spelling Bee</title><content type='html'>Gabriel participated in the Scripps Junior Spelling Bee for the first time (and just for fun) today. There were about 20 children grades 3 and under. They each spelled their name first and then progressively spelled harder words each round. Gabriel made it the third round. He spelled Rat and Hip, but was dismissed on the word Must. We had fun. I got a lot of comments on how cute he was and one precocious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uf6MT2aN45g?hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uf6MT2aN45g?hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wMqC1QmYjUM?hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wMqC1QmYjUM?hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-8836382454573629012?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8836382454573629012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011-junior-spelling-bee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/8836382454573629012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/8836382454573629012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011-junior-spelling-bee.html' title='2011 Junior Spelling Bee'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-7989341259703366261</id><published>2011-01-20T14:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T14:45:28.376-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo slideshow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winter'/><title type='text'>Winter Storm of 2011</title><content type='html'>Atlanta usually gets at least one snow day a year with which the snow melts by the next day. This season we were blessed with 6" of snow which turned into ice. Atlanta isn't equipped but with approximately 700,000 snow equipment (according to GaDot) and ill prepared to plow or de-ice pavement, therefore, the entire city was shut down for a whole week. Wherever you were, you were stuck there. It snowed on a Sunday evening - our office was closed Monday through most of Friday although we all tried to work from home as much as we could. We took advantage of the event dubbed "snowpocalypse" by sledding down the street and our neighbors sloped driveway. Giselle wasn't quite sure what to make of it, but warmed up to the ice by weeks end. We certainly got to know our neighbors a little bit better with my only regret being my neighbor friend Erin who was 32 weeks pregnant and under the weather being unable to join us. Hoping we'll have another opportunity like this next year when she'll have three little snow bunnies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a video of Jimmy pushing Gabriel down the street in a laundry basket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" width="480" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/RM4K2PxHhqc" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slideshow of our January "Snowpocalypse"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;captions=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fmarcypett%2Falbumid%2F5558414794813737153%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-7989341259703366261?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7989341259703366261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2011/01/winter-storm-of-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/7989341259703366261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/7989341259703366261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2011/01/winter-storm-of-2011.html' title='Winter Storm of 2011'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/RM4K2PxHhqc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-1147040406246253746</id><published>2011-01-15T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T14:14:00.330-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabriel'/><title type='text'>Mid-year Report</title><content type='html'>We are required to do 180 days of schooling which means we are upon the half-way point. I'll save the in-depth report for the end of school year when I'm supposed to write one, but just wanted to say how very proud I am of my son. His reading has clicked and can read chapter books now, willingly. His math is exceptional and has most of his multiplication tables memorized. The other day I asked him how many steps we had on our stairs. He counted 14. I said what if we had two sets of stairs side-by-side, how many stairs would we have. He said that's easy just add 14+14. I said yes, or you could just do 14x2. He says, oh yea, and without hesitating he said 28. Blew me away. We're learning geography with a fun website he can snap any country or state shape into place. He still loves science and conducting "tests" and is enjoying learning Ancient history (and so are we!). But the one thing I'm most happy about at the very moment is that he is finally drawing his "O's" in the correct direction (counter clock-wise). Ack, it's been killing me so one day I just had him do it over and over and over and over, quizzed him on it and then over and over again until it became second nature. Good reason to learn how to do it right from the start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-1147040406246253746?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1147040406246253746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2011/01/mid-year-report.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/1147040406246253746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/1147040406246253746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2011/01/mid-year-report.html' title='Mid-year Report'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-8605292959129308680</id><published>2010-12-27T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T13:26:13.483-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Santa?</title><content type='html'>Every year I tell Gabriel Santa isn't real, but Jesus is. I know this is controversial, but every family has their "way" to celebrate the holiday. We are Christian, and believe the focus should be kept on Jesus. Despite my efforts in telling him the gentle truth, he's not sure he believes me. With all the Christmas commercialism, movies and music about Santa, I think he wants to believe. So for the first time this Christmas, I'm all torn up inside because I don't want to disappoint him, but I've always been honest with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked him the other night what he thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know. I think we should do a test," he replied.&lt;br /&gt;"What kind of test?" I questioned.&lt;br /&gt;"Let's set out cookies and milk and see if they are there in the morning," he remarked.&lt;br /&gt;I nervously asked, "and what if they aren't there in the morning?"&lt;br /&gt;He exclaimed, "then we'll eat the cookies!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to gauge how much he'd be disappointed, but we set out to complete his experiment. It tortured me all night having those cookies displayed. The next morning he completely forgot about them until after breakfast, "oh yea, the cookies!" as he ran into the family room by the fire place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had a big smile on his face as he ate the sugar cookie and I felt a little better. Then I thought I needed to go into a little more detail with him about how Saint Nicholas was a person who loved Jesus long ago who was very loving who gave secret gifts and now people play the "Santa game". I also went into serious detail that in no way is he to interrupt anyone who is playing the game or they (and their parents) will be really upset with us. He seems to get it and my spirit feels at peace again. Whew, for a moment there, I contemplated going with what majority of society does simply because it would have been easier....and honestly maybe a little fun, but I'm glad we have our strong belief in the Lord. He is the center of our world. I've considered perhaps playing our own version of a "Santa game" next year by pinpointing someone who we can give secret gifts to....that would be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-8605292959129308680?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8605292959129308680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/12/santa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/8605292959129308680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/8605292959129308680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/12/santa.html' title='Santa?'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-2823099943349528314</id><published>2010-12-27T11:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T11:58:06.605-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo slideshow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>December 2010 Photos</title><content type='html'>A lot this month .... Cirque du Soleil, Madeline's Christmas play at Horizon Theatre, Matt's holiday party, Point of Vision Holiday party, Christmas at Callanwolde and of course... Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;captions=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fmarcypett%2Falbumid%2F5549996837216174529%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-2823099943349528314?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2823099943349528314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-2010-photos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/2823099943349528314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/2823099943349528314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/12/december-2010-photos.html' title='December 2010 Photos'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-3888617353744222524</id><published>2010-12-22T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T14:12:20.810-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giselle'/><title type='text'>Giselle 21 month stats</title><content type='html'>We switched healthcare providers for the kids to reduce our rate and because of that she missed her 18 month doctor well visit. Here are her stats for her well visit when she's 21 months:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date: 12/14/2010&lt;br /&gt;Height 35"&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 24 lbs and 6 oz&lt;br /&gt;Head Circumference: 41.3 cn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"She's doing great," according to Dr. Deeb who surprised my husband with a good bedside manner. He was either in a very good mood or he's caught on that his condescending attitude towards patients doesn't make for a healthy pediatric practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's still obsessed with baby dolls and babies in general. Always going up to babies when we're out and about, driving down the street she points to Callista's house and says, "Mama, ....baby!" and asks for me to show her babies online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She will try to say any word you ask her to although they are hard to make out still. She has certain "sounds" that mean certain words. Here are the ones we know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nane : Shawna&lt;br /&gt;Nee Nee :  Sit down with me&lt;br /&gt;Ba : Bread&lt;br /&gt;Kh-eeze : Cheese&lt;br /&gt;Juu :  Juice or Water&lt;br /&gt;O : Open or Off&lt;br /&gt;DeeDee: candy&lt;br /&gt;Gaga: cracker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a little terror still getting into everything and anything. Typical toddler. She's a lot of fun and very loving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-3888617353744222524?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3888617353744222524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/12/giselle-21-month-stats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/3888617353744222524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/3888617353744222524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/12/giselle-21-month-stats.html' title='Giselle 21 month stats'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-6294040974615912553</id><published>2010-12-17T10:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T10:23:00.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Year in Review: via Facebook statuses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TQuqUJjdO-I/AAAAAAAAD8c/v2gWxGueV7A/s1600/Marcy2010year.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TQuqUJjdO-I/AAAAAAAAD8c/v2gWxGueV7A/s400/Marcy2010year.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551718228803009506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Interesting to see all of my remarks on Facebook this year - you can certainly see where your interests lie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-6294040974615912553?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6294040974615912553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/12/year-in-review-via-facebook-statuses.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/6294040974615912553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/6294040974615912553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/12/year-in-review-via-facebook-statuses.html' title='Year in Review: via Facebook statuses'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TQuqUJjdO-I/AAAAAAAAD8c/v2gWxGueV7A/s72-c/Marcy2010year.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-2558817693292496366</id><published>2010-12-09T14:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T18:59:52.250-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>I love this time of year</title><content type='html'>Christmas is my favorite holiday by far and I love this time of year. Not the cold weather and certainly not the virus' and colds that come along with it, but a time when you get to celebrate life a little more and everyone else is doing the same whether they celebrate Hanukkah, Christmas, winter solstice or just the festive winter holiday - everyone seems to focus on family and friends collectively.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What I love about Christmas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christmas music&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christmas movies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christmas decorations&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hot chocolate by the fireplace&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Beautifully wrapped presents&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Time spent with family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The pine smell of the Christmas tree&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Twinklie lights&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christmas parties&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christmas cookies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christmas dinner -- more turkey, gravy, mashed potatoes, corn and rolls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watching a Christmas play&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Decorating the Christmas tree&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stockings hung over the mantle (okay I guess that is classified under decoration and so should Twinklie lights but they deserved their own mention in my book)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christmas cards in the mail&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Secret Santas&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Surprising someone with that "perfect" gift&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And this year, especially looking forward to the kids faces light up when they open their gifts Christmas morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;And if you're thinking that Christmas is just to celebrate the birth of Christ, and not all of my superfluous list above, I say we are thankful for our Lord, and God sending him to earth to die for our sins, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;every&lt;/span&gt; day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your favorite holiday?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-2558817693292496366?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2558817693292496366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-love-this-time-of-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/2558817693292496366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/2558817693292496366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-love-this-time-of-year.html' title='I love this time of year'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-2863058999167900288</id><published>2010-11-30T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T09:03:42.960-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giselle'/><title type='text'>Look Alike?</title><content type='html'>Many people tell me that Gabriel and Giselle look a lot alike. So I drudged up a old photo of him from when he was younger. She's on the left and he's on the right. I guess I can see what they are talking about although obviously she has earrings, less hair and a thinner face like her daddy. They both have smiling eyes and an infectious smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TPUtdOpUCGI/AAAAAAAAD54/b8z8hT5G3vE/s1600/Giselle%253AGabriel.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 195px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TPUtdOpUCGI/AAAAAAAAD54/b8z8hT5G3vE/s400/Giselle%253AGabriel.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545388496347465826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(In these photos they are four months apart: she is 14 months and he is only 10 months old.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-2863058999167900288?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2863058999167900288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/11/look-alike.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/2863058999167900288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/2863058999167900288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/11/look-alike.html' title='Look Alike?'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TPUtdOpUCGI/AAAAAAAAD54/b8z8hT5G3vE/s72-c/Giselle%253AGabriel.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-5292403430742994432</id><published>2010-11-28T08:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T08:02:24.527-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marcy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Random Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Random Thoughts by Marcy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel must be wishing it was Christmas already. Two days after Thanksgiving, he says, "I think almost everyone thinks it's Christmas except for us."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giselle is obsessed with babies: Baby, baby, baby, daddy, baby, baby, de-de (food), baby, baby, mommy, baby, baby, gog (dog), baby, baby, BABY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bullying in schools is out of control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new TSA full body scans which emit small radiation or body pat downs on toddlers is ridiculous. I won't be flying any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I'm not sick anymore. Gabriel is now sick, but taking care of a sick child is MUCH easier when you aren't sick yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thankful for Matt and Shawna - not sure what we would do without them! Not only do they love and watch our kids for us, Shawna took me to see Carrie Underwood for my birthday. How sweet is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if there will be a war between South and North Korea?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-5292403430742994432?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5292403430742994432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/11/random-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/5292403430742994432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/5292403430742994432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/11/random-thoughts.html' title='Random Thoughts'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-5329919655689614070</id><published>2010-11-27T19:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T08:02:47.144-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo slideshow'/><title type='text'>November 2010</title><content type='html'>This month has flown by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fmarcypett%2Falbumid%2F5542487657762343121%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-5329919655689614070?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5329919655689614070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/11/november-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/5329919655689614070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/5329919655689614070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/11/november-2010.html' title='November 2010'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-4062786855225385575</id><published>2010-11-25T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T08:03:08.889-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><title type='text'>Thanksgiving 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;We had a wonderful Thanksgiving this year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We decided to stay home rather than travel with two small children to either of our family which would be an 8-or-13 hour drive. You really have to be up for an adventure like that and with us all being sick recently, my recent heavy workload and my mom's poor health - we didn't need any added stress. So staying home sounded perfect to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim normally cooks Thanksgiving dinner whether we travel or not so by him stating he wanted to have the neighbors over and do it again this year was no surprise. We have grown close with several of our neighbors on our street and we had three families over with their children, along with Matt and Shawna and another family we've grown close with over the years, Assia and Lydia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone arrived around 2 pm – dinner was ready by 2:45. We joined a folding table along with our dining room table with the leaf in it to accommodate 12 people. Then used the other folding table for the kids and put them right next to us. I made the place cards, and Jimmy made the entire dinner himself. He served salad, juicy turkey and dressing, along with corn, asparagus, rolls from our favorite baker, enough mashed potatoes to feed a small army and the perfect mushroom gravy which doused most of it. I'm very proud of him, he did an amazing job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/PSbMLT88fObnv-M_y7SF0A?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TPFa19xMPZI/AAAAAAAAD3o/-7vc0Njqs0w/s400/IMG_7897.jpg" height="400" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was absolutely gorgeous so we opened up every window and the french doors, and the kids spent a good amount of time playing outside. I just love how well they all play together–no arguments and only one accident that I know of :-) Gabriel wasn't feeling too well so I laid him down for a bit and gave him Advil. As soon as the medicine kicked in, he was up and about with his friends, but we knew it was a little more serious when at about 7:00 he had a temperature of 103°. More medicine and in a hot shower he went and then straight to bed. Everyone left around 8 pm which leads me to believe they all had just as much as an enjoyable time as we did. We are so thankful for our friends for without our lives would undoubtedly be much duller. (I'm also thankful Gabriel felt much better in the morning) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/UZVscQLPkQU8pAHd4WDQsQ?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TPFbW3Ug7dI/AAAAAAAAD4E/s5nWv98603w/s400/IMG_7938.JPG" height="300" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-4062786855225385575?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4062786855225385575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/11/we-had-wonderful-thanksgiving-this-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/4062786855225385575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/4062786855225385575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/11/we-had-wonderful-thanksgiving-this-year.html' title='Thanksgiving 2010'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TPFa19xMPZI/AAAAAAAAD3o/-7vc0Njqs0w/s72-c/IMG_7897.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-9052083905367380371</id><published>2010-11-22T13:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T08:03:44.142-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Worth a thousand words'/><title type='text'>Beauti-Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TOrlfJbdNGI/AAAAAAAAD1Q/ax15iTNoHKQ/s1600/IMG_7737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TOrlfJbdNGI/AAAAAAAAD1Q/ax15iTNoHKQ/s400/IMG_7737.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542494614702601314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TOrlebFvftI/AAAAAAAAD1I/iFEzrobB38M/s1600/IMG_7742.jpg"&gt;      &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TOrlebFvftI/AAAAAAAAD1I/iFEzrobB38M/s400/IMG_7742.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542494602263494354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-9052083905367380371?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/9052083905367380371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/11/beauti-fall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/9052083905367380371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/9052083905367380371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/11/beauti-fall.html' title='Beauti-Fall'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TOrlfJbdNGI/AAAAAAAAD1Q/ax15iTNoHKQ/s72-c/IMG_7737.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-5327172839062363204</id><published>2010-11-20T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T14:02:25.595-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soccer'/><title type='text'>The Last Soccer Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The last soccer game .... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of the season&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;We're pretty sure we'll come back in the spring unless something else comes along of interest. All of the Strikers improved this season and he made some new friends - to us a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TOrmmk5-DoI/AAAAAAAAD1Y/RS0J8ArHuSg/s1600/IMG_7849.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TOrmmk5-DoI/AAAAAAAAD1Y/RS0J8ArHuSg/s320/IMG_7849.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542495841849052802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_c0BtKczvyI?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_c0BtKczvyI?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-5327172839062363204?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5327172839062363204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/11/last-soccer-game.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/5327172839062363204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/5327172839062363204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/11/last-soccer-game.html' title='The Last Soccer Game'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TOrmmk5-DoI/AAAAAAAAD1Y/RS0J8ArHuSg/s72-c/IMG_7849.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-8441088962047626081</id><published>2010-11-19T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T13:04:39.195-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giselle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day in the Life'/><title type='text'>A Day in the Life....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A Day in the Life of the Petts ... where we homeschool, golf, work, are potty-training, bake cookies, play soccer and snuggle, but more importantly are all healthy and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;That's the summary version so if you're a light reader no need to go any further - but if you want the chronicled, slice of life version continue reading. I did this a year ago for this &lt;a href="http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-in-life-sunday-aug-9-2009.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; and promised myself I'd try to do every so often - apparently at this rate, it's once a year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;~*~*~*~*~*~*~~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7:00 –&lt;/span&gt; Gabriel wakes and comes in to snuggle with us. It's a little chilly outside so we warm him up under the covers. This is one of my favorite parts of the day. Gabriel tells me he had a dream about the show "MythBusters" - I'm not surprised. So I figured now was a good time to let him know the new series began this week (every Wed at 9 pm) and I recorded it for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7:30 –&lt;/span&gt; I don't have to go to work today (I'm off every other Friday), but do have to get a proposal done and sent out so I get up and take a hot shower and feel so thankful. I was sick with a virus last week along with the kids - we're all so happy to be feeling better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TOdCE-7CgYI/AAAAAAAADw8/IAJpBumWUQE/s1600/IMG_7746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TOdCE-7CgYI/AAAAAAAADw8/IAJpBumWUQE/s200/IMG_7746.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541470519880221058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7:45 –&lt;/span&gt; I'm sitting in front of my computer with a quick check on facebook and my work emails and begin finishing up a proposal for a company who needs branding, identity, naming and a website. Jimmy brings me up some homemade beignets, but I have to send them and the kids (Giselle is now awake) downstairs with him so I can concentrate and get this done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8:30 –&lt;/span&gt; BREAKFAST: I'm finished with&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TOdDWeCnl-I/AAAAAAAADxE/EFE_Zc-u_Gk/s1600/IMG_7752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TOdDWeCnl-I/AAAAAAAADxE/EFE_Zc-u_Gk/s200/IMG_7752.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541471919802914786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; the proposal and sent it off to my colleague for a final review and send off to the prospective client. Meanwhile, I hear Gabriel downstairs complaining about his eczema. Jim puts on some Triamcinolone to help clear it up.  Jimmy made pancakes too so we all sit down to eat together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8:45 –&lt;/span&gt; All Giselle wants me to do is to hold her. She wants to be held in the mornings &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TOdDXIiO3YI/AAAAAAAADxU/r5F4KhFgDHg/s1600/IMG_7759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TOdDXIiO3YI/AAAAAAAADxU/r5F4KhFgDHg/s200/IMG_7759.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541471931209801090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;for a bit - and Jim and I are chasing Gabriel around saying "Ching" (our version of the Claw if you've seen the movie "Liar, Liar" with Jim Carey). He is so ticklish. We call a truce and I cut Jimmy's hair. This is our way of saving $20 at the barber and I've become quite good at cutting his hair over the years. While I'm cutting, I send Gabriel upstairs to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finish&lt;/span&gt; his morning routine which is: potty, brush his teeth, make his bed, get dressed and turn off his light and air cleaner. He had *forgotten* to make his bed and turn off the light ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9:15 – &lt;/span&gt;We normally start our school by 9 am, but due to the haircut we're running fifteen &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TOdDXuO7OSI/AAAAAAAADxc/0Rgj_8HhVyA/s1600/IMG_7775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TOdDXuO7OSI/AAAAAAAADxc/0Rgj_8HhVyA/s200/IMG_7775.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541471941329369378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;minutes behind. We don't stick to a strict schedule anyway (it's more of a routine). I had Gabriel do a worksheet on reading comprehension about fireflies (he asks me if I did that because we live on Fire Fly Court) and answer questions on the story while I got Giselle dressed and tried to find his helmet. Today was going to be "ride your bike day" with his homeschool group. We're always multi-tasking it seems, and that's exactly what I'm doing as I try to sneak in some one-on-one, quality time with Giselle to introduce her to the potty, and as we read her favorite book. It's pictures of dogs and babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10:00 –&lt;/span&gt; I created a review test for him with double digit addition and subtraction, multiplication for 2's and 5's, telling time, greater than/less than and a spelling test. He did really well and I'm so proud at how well he is learning. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TOdFrraV6oI/AAAAAAAADxk/XraQrc0qNv8/s1600/IMG_7767.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TOdFrraV6oI/AAAAAAAADxk/XraQrc0qNv8/s200/IMG_7767.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541474483192588930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Guess daddy is doing a good job teaching and working with him during the week. Giselle joins us at the table and pretends to be working too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10:30 – &lt;/span&gt;I'm desperately trying to find her shoes, pack snacks, get everything into the car and out the door for our NEACH homeschool group at the park. Why is this so difficult? Regardless, I ultimately always leave something behind that I wish I had?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11:15 –&lt;/span&gt; We arrive at Lucky Shoals park and see everyone with their bikes and gear. Gabriel rode for a little bit, but didn't want to ride the trail (I think he wants a bike with training wheels rather than his glider) and ended up playing with Emma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-fe8c7f053426a8af" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfe8c7f053426a8af%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332823742%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DCA9186C2325F1F5098927770F1685C58200F29F.7406A75B8804CB0EBCAEB22C90F21B8D56888A86%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfe8c7f053426a8af%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUo0HgQpTuZfVo4rAwEnLg0kR3Y8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dfe8c7f053426a8af%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332823742%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DCA9186C2325F1F5098927770F1685C58200F29F.7406A75B8804CB0EBCAEB22C90F21B8D56888A86%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dfe8c7f053426a8af%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DUo0HgQpTuZfVo4rAwEnLg0kR3Y8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giselle is my fearless daughter who went up and down the slides about 20 times and then later fell off the playset. I was standing right there but on the opposite side of where she fell so I couldn't catch her. She's ok, but landed on her face/side. I'm still a little blue over this. I know as a parent your toddler (and children) are bound to have bumps and bruises, but it's so difficult to see them get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TOdFr9ybR6I/AAAAAAAADxs/rlqUI3oF0Ik/s1600/IMG_7798.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TOdFr9ybR6I/AAAAAAAADxs/rlqUI3oF0Ik/s200/IMG_7798.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541474488125441954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1:00 –&lt;/span&gt; LUNCH: Back home, made some macaroni and cheese. This is dad's "world famous" that he has pre-made as part of his way of still taking care of us from the golf course, and all we have to do is warm it up on the stove with a little water on low heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1:30 – &lt;/span&gt;Giselle is down for her nap. She chatters a bit before falling asleep. I worry a little about her and will keep an extra eye on her today. I notice she has some cuts on her face from her fall that weren't there before so I'm hoping her fall wasn't worse than I thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2:00 – &lt;/span&gt;It's break time!! Gabriel is down stairs playing his computer games for 30 minutes while I check work emails and call a client who wants to start a new project. The day is only half over and I'm completely exhausted already!!! I really want a nap, but I work instead. I'm thankful I get to take every other Friday off from work so it's the least I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TOdHrId9_HI/AAAAAAAADyM/qyjeFb3zbG4/s1600/IMG_7804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TOdHrId9_HI/AAAAAAAADyM/qyjeFb3zbG4/s200/IMG_7804.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541476672835812466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2:30 – &lt;/span&gt;Gabriel and I reviewed some old &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yg9MKQ1OYCg"&gt;School House Rock videos&lt;/a&gt; on YouTube about prepositions, pronouns, and conjunctions, then went to &lt;a href="http://www.always-icecream.com/publicTypingGame"&gt;this site to begin typing skills&lt;/a&gt; and a fun geographical map, and visited our recently favorite and resourceful &lt;a href="http://www.khanacademy.org/"&gt;Khan Academy math website&lt;/a&gt; with thousands of videos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4:00 –&lt;/span&gt; SNACK: Giselle wakes up and appears to be doing just fine. Instead of doing our normal crackers and cheese for snack time, I hustled to get Gabriel in his soccer gear and out the door early so we &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TOdHq0ilCAI/AAAAAAAADyE/JUtQzX9ZACs/s1600/IMG_7810.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TOdHq0ilCAI/AAAAAAAADyE/JUtQzX9ZACs/s200/IMG_7810.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541476667486439426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;could swing by Chick-fil-A - my favorite fast food spot. (I seriously should own stock in Target and Chick-fil-A with as often as I frequent those companies).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4:45 –&lt;/span&gt; It's already forty-five minutes later by the time I change my second poopy diaper of the day, get her bundled in warm clothing, find his soccer ball, shin guards and water bottle. On the way, Gabriel asks to turn some music on and I opt for my Carrie Underwood CD. It's the second of the three I own. Playing track 7, it's an intense, very grown-up, melancholy song and Gabriel says "I really like this song." I really like it too, but I'm surprised because he normally just likes either rock or pop songs for which he can dance fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5:30 –&lt;/span&gt; We're munching on some chicken nuggets still - Gabriel is kindly sharing with his sister – as we pull up to the Gwinnett Soccer Association (GSA) fields and realize the gates are closed. All the other soccer moms are pulling up next to me and we're trying to &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TOdFsAWQkfI/AAAAAAAADx0/dqbgkGnpb84/s1600/IMG_7822.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TOdFsAWQkfI/AAAAAAAADx0/dqbgkGnpb84/s200/IMG_7822.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541474488812605938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;figure out what to do from here. We decide to go to Mountain Park Park (yes, there are two parks in the name, it's not accidentally redundant). We end up only getting in 15 minutes worth of practice since it gets dark so early now after Day Light Savings. There is a playground nearby and Gabriel comes running up to me after they announced they are done to ask if he can play. I say, "sure, for five minutes" and off he runs. Another mom mentions to me, "my son didn't ask me." I feel proud for a moment. Being a parent is hard and he just made me look good at this instance - I'm sure there are plenty of other times exactly the opposite is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6:00 – &lt;/span&gt;DINNER: Jimmy called and we meet him &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TOdHqcCdcVI/AAAAAAAADx8/91cXgAeH0Uc/s1600/IMG_7824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TOdHqcCdcVI/AAAAAAAADx8/91cXgAeH0Uc/s200/IMG_7824.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541476660909273426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;at Pizza Cafe for a large, pepperoni pizza. This has been our favorite pizza joint this year every since Gabriel's last soccer coach (Coach Adam) introduced us to it. You have to get a pie though, slices aren't anything to write home about. Giselle must have had more nuggets than I thought because she barely eats and just wants to head over to the games to pretend drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7:15 – &lt;/span&gt;We arrive back home, it's dark, cold and the kids are rambunctious so I let them play for a little bit with their toys in the family room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TOdDWn7ggtI/AAAAAAAADxM/RDpg4_qvg9A/s1600/IMG_7830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TOdDWn7ggtI/AAAAAAAADxM/RDpg4_qvg9A/s200/IMG_7830.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541471922457445074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7:30 –&lt;/span&gt; I announce it's bath time! The kids both love to take baths so they both run to the bottom of the stairs where Gabriel opens the gate for Giselle and I follow them up into the bathroom. I pour some bubbles and baby soap into the tub along with their toys and they excitedly get undressed. Gabriel pretends the bubbles are burger patties which I have to pretend to eat and Giselle just loves playing in the water (pour out, pour in, pour out, pour in, ....).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8:00 –&lt;/span&gt; I get Giselle out first to dry her off and get her into warm p.j.'s. I put her on my bed while she plays with daddy while I get the boy out, dried, dressed in his p.j.'s. At this point, I'm really tired myself, and now secretly thankful it's nearing their bedtime. Daddy puts more lotion on Gabriel for his eczema. I have Gabriel read to me one page out of his book, Giselle has some milk and we say time for bed. Sometimes we let Gabriel stay up a half hour later than her, but tonight we say "that's not one of those nights and both to bed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8:30 –&lt;/span&gt; We all go into their room (they share a bedroom), turn out the lights, look at the glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling and sing soft worship songs. Gabriel sings with us (this is new) and Giselle is swaying, clapping and snuggling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9:00 – &lt;/span&gt;We're free!! Strangely Gabriel didn't come back out of his room tonight asking to snuggle. He must have been tired and went straight to sleep. Jim and I do a light work out routine. Then I take a shower, then we lay in bed and do a little talking, praying and sailing (yes, that means what you think).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10:15 –&lt;/span&gt; Jim is snoring and I'm typing in my blog post for today and thinking how incredibly boring this all must sound. Our lives used to be gymnastics, swing dancing, college...we're parents now and our day proves it. After the day I've had with the kids, schooling, driving around to here and there, I'm thinking Jim is some kind of Super Dad. I'm really unsure how he does this every day and does everything else like pay the bills, grocery shop, cook, dishes, clean, laundry and work on the home? I'm sure he'll get a kick out of me telling him that in the morning ... or... I could just keep it our little secret ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11:00 –&lt;/span&gt; The kids are sound asleep - and that's where I'm headed now. I bid thee adieu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TOdI51KnHuI/AAAAAAAADyc/laEc2DoS_Do/s1600/IMG_7735.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TOdI51KnHuI/AAAAAAAADyc/laEc2DoS_Do/s200/IMG_7735.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541478024864014050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TOdI5pnqZTI/AAAAAAAADyU/U71v3sQfrfk/s1600/IMG_7736.jpg"&gt;    &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TOdI5pnqZTI/AAAAAAAADyU/U71v3sQfrfk/s1600/IMG_7736.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TOdI5pnqZTI/AAAAAAAADyU/U71v3sQfrfk/s200/IMG_7736.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541478021764638002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TOdI5pnqZTI/AAAAAAAADyU/U71v3sQfrfk/s1600/IMG_7736.jpg"&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-8441088962047626081?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8441088962047626081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-in-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/8441088962047626081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/8441088962047626081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-in-life.html' title='A Day in the Life....'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TOdCE-7CgYI/AAAAAAAADw8/IAJpBumWUQE/s72-c/IMG_7746.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-2499359744499164350</id><published>2010-11-12T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T08:40:47.005-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='golf'/><title type='text'>Gabriel's Golf Swing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The weather is beautiful and daddy took Gabriel to go play 9 holes of golf at Mystery Valley. It's great - he only has to pay his age, $6!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_lDPK1dmo1Q?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_lDPK1dmo1Q?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TN2lVDI-3XI/AAAAAAAADv8/aQeOM2XvByw/s1600/IMG_7676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TN2lVDI-3XI/AAAAAAAADv8/aQeOM2XvByw/s400/IMG_7676.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538764897774394738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-2499359744499164350?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2499359744499164350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/11/gabriels-golf-swing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/2499359744499164350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/2499359744499164350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/11/gabriels-golf-swing.html' title='Gabriel&apos;s Golf Swing'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TN2lVDI-3XI/AAAAAAAADv8/aQeOM2XvByw/s72-c/IMG_7676.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-4189033493590122820</id><published>2010-11-03T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T14:16:38.785-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabriel flashback'/><title type='text'>Gabriel Flashback</title><content type='html'>Cleaning up the server - found some videos of Gabriel when he was two and three...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/voms4hgkLcM?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/voms4hgkLcM?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cP7BRfl87Ic?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cP7BRfl87Ic?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cpiCwPx89ag?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cpiCwPx89ag?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/46FMX5jQZpk?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/46FMX5jQZpk?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WaeVGa_L-Qw?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WaeVGa_L-Qw?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4IspnP3RJ4Y?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4IspnP3RJ4Y?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-4189033493590122820?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4189033493590122820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/11/gabriel-flashback.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/4189033493590122820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/4189033493590122820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/11/gabriel-flashback.html' title='Gabriel Flashback'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-2499119938779210544</id><published>2010-10-31T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T08:05:22.319-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giselle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><title type='text'>October 2010 - Block Party &amp; Halloween</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Wow - October blew by in a blink. I guess that's what happens when you are super busy at work, spend a week in Tampa caring for your Mom, organize a neighborhood block party and prep for Halloween.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first I have an update on Jerry (my homeless friend)...who from what I hear on the street....is no longer. His family came and got him. I'm so thankful my prayers for him were answered, especially since the problem is so much bigger than me - God worked on the hearts of people who could truly help him. I'm so elated! Meanwhile, I met another man without a home who had his three year old son with him. Gabriel, Giselle and I took him some Chinese food, but since they don't want my assistance in the way of finding temporary shelter, I just keep some t-shirts, bottled water and $5 Subway gift cards on hand with me in the car. Everyone needs food and clothing - and water is a necessity so it's the least I can do. The t-shirts are new and donated to me by my marketing agency from old swag we did way back when - they were just sitting in the closet, so really they are brand new "old" shirts that hopefully will be worn someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thrilled our first neighborhood block party turned out well. About 40 or so neighbors came, brought food and drinks and spend the afternoon just talking. How wonderful to finally get to know everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TM22K8lEu8I/AAAAAAAADuw/qAcmhE8EQP0/s1600/IMG_7553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TM22K8lEu8I/AAAAAAAADuw/qAcmhE8EQP0/s400/IMG_7553.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534279816284781506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TM22KWOQlJI/AAAAAAAADuo/HzsUGQ3XHkg/s1600/IMG_7528.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TM22KWOQlJI/AAAAAAAADuo/HzsUGQ3XHkg/s400/IMG_7528.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534279805988541586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giselle is a little red, lobster and Gabriel is Super Mario - along with Sean - the two Mario Brothers. The neighbors came over to start out trick-or-treating from our home - it's all about the kids, costumes and candy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TM4ZB-ZSVCI/AAAAAAAADvA/yHzC0XVdo8A/s1600/IMG_7609.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TM4ZB-ZSVCI/AAAAAAAADvA/yHzC0XVdo8A/s400/IMG_7609.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534388513804538914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TM4ZBahPaXI/AAAAAAAADu4/qjW_1_yZ8h8/s1600/IMG_7579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TM4ZBahPaXI/AAAAAAAADu4/qjW_1_yZ8h8/s400/IMG_7579.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534388504174225778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TM4ZCc5cJuI/AAAAAAAADvI/ThCJdYgQlRw/s1600/IMG_7641.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TM4ZCc5cJuI/AAAAAAAADvI/ThCJdYgQlRw/s400/IMG_7641.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534388521992464098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-2499119938779210544?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2499119938779210544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/10/block-party-and-halloween-updates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/2499119938779210544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/2499119938779210544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/10/block-party-and-halloween-updates.html' title='October 2010 - Block Party &amp; Halloween'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TM22K8lEu8I/AAAAAAAADuw/qAcmhE8EQP0/s72-c/IMG_7553.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-2438515309362427524</id><published>2010-10-19T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T08:05:56.276-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marcy'/><title type='text'>A busy, scary month</title><content type='html'>This month has been quite stressful with my unmanageable workload and my mothers emergency triple bypass surgery. The prospect of losing my Mama was quite scary. It all worked out nicely in the end. She is recuperating well and I was able to take a week to work from her kitchen and help nurse her back to health. I'm undomesticated so being out of my element just a bit with cooking, cleaning, giving meds, taking blood pressure, etc., but loved every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were able to launch three websites and a 28 page magazine the same week our friend Greg Hammer has returned to work. Together, should make my work load feel like a vacation, at least says my boss. I can already see the light at the end of the tunnel and making a concerted effort with my stress level. Nothing is worth the risk its toll such as hypertension, or worse, cancer, stroke or heart attack. This is my own method for stress-reducing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Working more efficiently and smartly&lt;br /&gt;2. Delegating to others&lt;br /&gt;3. Learning how to say the simple word "no" so you don't over commit yourself and spread too thin -- by the way, I'm TERRIBLE at this&lt;br /&gt;4. Make yourself take breaks - get up from your desk for five minute walks/stretches to refresh your brain in order to be productive&lt;br /&gt;5. Learn to relax my muscles at my desk and just breathe. Studies have shown when you are stressed you take shorter breaths, trying to take deliberately longer breaths for much needed oxygen.&lt;br /&gt;6. Don't worry. Worry leads to stress which leads to illness like hypertension, or worse... cancer, heart attack or stroke. Worry generates confusion and leads you down the backwards path.&lt;br /&gt;7. Remembering that it's "not the end of the world" if you ask to push back an interim deadline or maneuver other meetings around to accommodate your stress level and manage your day.&lt;br /&gt;8. Prioritizing my responsibilities. God, family, work, friends, extra curricular activities, etc.&lt;br /&gt;9. Pray - always having a mental attitude of thankfulness and optimism. "You can do all things through Christ who strengthens you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, realizing that I'm not alone in this world. God is always with me and I have family and friends who love and support me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-2438515309362427524?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2438515309362427524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/10/busy-scary-month.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/2438515309362427524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/2438515309362427524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/10/busy-scary-month.html' title='A busy, scary month'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-7118568858968547721</id><published>2010-09-24T06:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T08:06:21.206-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabriel'/><title type='text'>Phonics and Reading and Spelling ... Oh My!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;We love getting to be the ones to teach Gabriel his phonics, reading and spelling. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost every night I have him read to me out of this book (see blue book on right) and then answer the comprehension questions. Next I have him conduct the Explode the Code workbook which breaks down words and sounds. I'll also give him a spelling test about once a week which he loves. We're having a great time doing it and I'm so proud of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TJyufivcoUI/AAAAAAAADqs/v4-UVz5WTwk/s1600/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TJyufivcoUI/AAAAAAAADqs/v4-UVz5WTwk/s400/photo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520479100174377282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-7118568858968547721?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7118568858968547721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/09/phonics-and-reading-and-spelling-oh-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/7118568858968547721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/7118568858968547721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/09/phonics-and-reading-and-spelling-oh-my.html' title='Phonics and Reading and Spelling ... Oh My!'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TJyufivcoUI/AAAAAAAADqs/v4-UVz5WTwk/s72-c/photo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-4762794170660117807</id><published>2010-09-22T06:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T08:06:37.842-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschool'/><title type='text'>CNN: Less families homeschool for religious reasons</title><content type='html'>Less families home schooling primarily for religious reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://religion.blogs.cnn.com/2010/09/21/less-families-home-schooling-primarily-for-religious-reasons/"&gt;CNN reports.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="Less families home schooling primarily for religious reasons http://religion.blogs.cnn.com/2010/09/21...  Editor's Note: CNN Correspondent Carol Costello and Producer Bob Ruff bring us this report about home schooling from Oklahoma. “Isabelle, you're next."&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-4762794170660117807?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4762794170660117807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/09/cnn-less-families-homeschool-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/4762794170660117807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/4762794170660117807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/09/cnn-less-families-homeschool-for.html' title='CNN: Less families homeschool for religious reasons'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-583304105477490278</id><published>2010-09-14T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T08:06:51.705-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giselle'/><title type='text'>Giselle at 18 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Giselle eating her dinner and talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; She's obsessed right now with her little &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;pink&lt;/span&gt; bear blanket she calls her "baby".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vR4a0G_7szc?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vR4a0G_7szc?hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-583304105477490278?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/583304105477490278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/09/giselle-at-18-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/583304105477490278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/583304105477490278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/09/giselle-at-18-months.html' title='Giselle at 18 months'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-3023199191203203707</id><published>2010-08-30T14:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T08:07:11.795-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabriel'/><title type='text'>Back to School - Gabriel is a First Grader!</title><content type='html'>First of all, I can't believe I have a first grader. Secondly, I never thought in a million years we would be homeschooling! I've come a long way from a year ago when we were just "trying out this home school thing." We really see the benefits of getting to educate our son and all the perks that come along with it. We're so happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is his first day of school picture. He is saluting the new year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/THwoHhTw0JI/AAAAAAAADm4/-3xWpYnKT3I/s1600/IMG_7202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/THwoHhTw0JI/AAAAAAAADm4/-3xWpYnKT3I/s400/IMG_7202.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511324153660100754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" /IMG_7000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/THwoIWIvodI/AAAAAAAADnA/mHRu2xsCGCo/s400/IMG_7000.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511324167840965074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Sandy Springs "Big Trees Forest Preserve" for play in the creek with one of his homeschool groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/THwoJm1FPOI/AAAAAAAADnQ/oozGgivpM1E/s1600/IMG_7223.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/THwoJm1FPOI/AAAAAAAADnQ/oozGgivpM1E/s400/IMG_7223.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511324189501766882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/THwpw2iojmI/AAAAAAAADnY/IW5qJmkctnQ/s1600/IMG_7228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/THwpw2iojmI/AAAAAAAADnY/IW5qJmkctnQ/s400/IMG_7228.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511325963245882978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-3023199191203203707?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3023199191203203707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/08/back-to-school-gabriel-is-first-grader.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/3023199191203203707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/3023199191203203707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/08/back-to-school-gabriel-is-first-grader.html' title='Back to School - Gabriel is a First Grader!'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/THwoHhTw0JI/AAAAAAAADm4/-3xWpYnKT3I/s72-c/IMG_7202.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-6728272496005871619</id><published>2010-08-23T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T08:08:05.944-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marcy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Our Birthday Bashes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Both Gabriel and I had birthdays the month of August which turned out to be very special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan my own birthday every year, which enables me to get exactly what I want. It's brilliant, I think. I take off from work and off from "home". Normally I get a massage and it's my one time a year luxury, but this year I found a place right around the corner which gives discounts with insurance. With the discount in place, I was able to get a two hour massage at the same rate I was accustomed to paying for one hour. It was so relaxing and still went by so fast. I remember her saying, "Ok, Marcy, we're going to begin." And the next thing I know she is telling me we are done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/THwiOkosYMI/AAAAAAAADmQ/2fsx7J6LML4/s1600/IMG_7013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/THwiOkosYMI/AAAAAAAADmQ/2fsx7J6LML4/s320/IMG_7013.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511317677742514370" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Jimmy and Gabriel took me to Farm Burger in Decatur to get a good cheeseburger. The day ended with a date with my honey to see a movie, "Eat. Pray. Love." with Julia Roberts. Mixed reviews, but still enjoyed an evening out and being taken on a journey to lands I'll probably never get to go. My birthday continued the following day to Tacqueria Del Sol for lunch...one of my favorite restaurants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/THwjpPTrlJI/AAAAAAAADmw/C1QiP-IsEc0/s1600/IMG_7135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 260px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/THwjpPTrlJI/AAAAAAAADmw/C1QiP-IsEc0/s320/IMG_7135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511319235385332882" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/THwjoiIvZXI/AAAAAAAADmo/NKi9ysQb6Ow/s1600/IMG_7078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/THwjoiIvZXI/AAAAAAAADmo/NKi9ysQb6Ow/s320/IMG_7078.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511319223259850098" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/THwjn0-DtUI/AAAAAAAADmg/RVECNXpb4Us/s1600/IMG_7114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/THwjn0-DtUI/AAAAAAAADmg/RVECNXpb4Us/s320/IMG_7114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511319211135448386" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/THwjne1wMVI/AAAAAAAADmY/YObx7NDvp-s/s1600/IMG_7118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/THwjne1wMVI/AAAAAAAADmY/YObx7NDvp-s/s320/IMG_7118.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511319205195034962" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel turned six - and I can still hardly believe. I wanted to package up the five year old age and keep it my pocket forever. We celebrated with a MythBusters themed party. It's his favorite show so in honor of turning six, we conducted six science experiments with his friends. Of course, we had to do the Mentos and Diet Coke Geyser one and we made a bottle rocket shoot off. I think the kids enjoyed it, but afterward, I asked Gabriel what his favorite part of the party was .... the experiments, dancing, opening presents, or the ice cream? None of those. I was secretly hoping he would say, "It's your marvelous organization skills Mommy," but was taken back when he said, "Playing with my friends." Such a sweetie. Ok, I must remember this for next year....Less is More.....maybe just cake and friends and less hoopla? We'll see....six weeks before his party, I may not be able to resist the planning....it's chronic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's his birthday song. He wanted just ice cream this year - no birthday cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a02fc69ba64f65c7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/6728272496005871619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/08/our-birthday-bashes.html' title='Our Birthday Bashes'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/THwiOkosYMI/AAAAAAAADmQ/2fsx7J6LML4/s72-c/IMG_7013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-8376191789886404789</id><published>2010-08-10T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T08:08:29.880-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marcy'/><title type='text'>Sir-Marce-A-Lot, MC Mar-c</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/VaHl6HCeS84/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VaHl6HCeS84&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VaHl6HCeS84&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="480" height="295" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend you rap at your next staff meeting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-8376191789886404789?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8376191789886404789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/08/sir-marce-lot-mc-mar-c.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/8376191789886404789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/8376191789886404789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/08/sir-marce-lot-mc-mar-c.html' title='Sir-Marce-A-Lot, MC Mar-c'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-4453628436110087116</id><published>2010-08-10T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T08:08:42.011-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giselle'/><title type='text'>Giselle is 17 months old</title><content type='html'>Giselle is quite the handful right now and into...EVERYTHING!!! She crawls up to the kitchen table and generally just wants to do everything herself. Here she is saying her latest word: "Up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're waiting for her to learn a new word but for now this and "uh-oh" are her favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-bcabacea7e6165b7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbcabacea7e6165b7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332823742%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5284E9FF6D4C4F9333CD505E9743B4D5C0DF3519.453D042269FE39DE0135FA17BDA00330031497BE%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbcabacea7e6165b7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdHjxrSkldeesF9PsnEXi4V-Rwc4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dbcabacea7e6165b7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332823742%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5284E9FF6D4C4F9333CD505E9743B4D5C0DF3519.453D042269FE39DE0135FA17BDA00330031497BE%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dbcabacea7e6165b7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DdHjxrSkldeesF9PsnEXi4V-Rwc4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-4453628436110087116?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4453628436110087116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/08/giselle-is-17-months-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/4453628436110087116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/4453628436110087116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/08/giselle-is-17-months-old.html' title='Giselle is 17 months old'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-3997468477850250973</id><published>2010-08-10T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T08:09:07.167-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marcy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giselle'/><title type='text'>Our Very Cool, Hot Summer</title><content type='html'>It's been a blazing hot summer with the temperatures in the upper 90s almost every day. The heat index says 105° in some cases. But does that slow us down? No! We've had a very productive, fun and cool summer so far .... and it's not over ... I'm planning Gabriel's six year old birthday party. I've been bitten by the planning bug, what can I say? Some other planning endeavors are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;– Next will be a welcoming party for baby Callista for our neighbors Tricia and Corey;&lt;br /&gt;– Then, with the creation of a Facebook group page am making an effort to plan our block party for our FireFox Community this October;&lt;br /&gt;– And will try to organize a group trip to tour inside the Hindu Temple around the corner from us. Jim and Gabriel have called it the "Giant Wedding Cake" for years and we're curious to look inside and maybe learn something along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to my community-oriented organizational efforts, I'm happy to report that I'm making an effort for myself finally too. I'm not doing a strict diet, but being a carb-oholic I am trying to reduce my carb intake, eat more vegetables and work out. Jimmy bought us kettle bells and we work out sometimes in the morning and other times we sneak it in at night. No major weight loss yet, but am feeling more energy and tone to my body. The most exciting part is I bought myself a 10 class dance card at Dance 101 and took my first jazz dance class in years last Saturday. And who do I run into? None other than my old dance teacher and friend Leon Von Brown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TGFi_nmPLUI/AAAAAAAADgk/KIf5D8RsCEs/s1600/IMG_6983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TGFi_nmPLUI/AAAAAAAADgk/KIf5D8RsCEs/s320/IMG_6983.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503789064724098370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Believe it or not, the studio had been trying to get him to teach there for six years and it was his first day teaching there. It felt like a divine appointment to meet up with our firsts. We used to dance together with the Atlanta Ballet adult program probably 9-10 years ago. This is our non-sweaty selves just before class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel and I are fans of the show "So You Think You Can Dance" (SYTYCD) and the producer Nigel Lythgoe has helped to begin the first ever National Dance Day. They held the event in Atlantic Station in Atlanta and we went to participate. This year seems to be shaping up to be a year of reunions, firsts and new beginnings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of new, we moved Giselle into her brother's room.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TGFjocahZ_I/AAAAAAAADgs/5z-WRC-XVZo/s1600/IMG_6976.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TGFjocahZ_I/AAAAAAAADgs/5z-WRC-XVZo/s320/IMG_6976.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503789766096807922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They love being roommates and one morning proved it when I overheard giggles and peaked in on them. She was playing "peek-a-boo" and he was laughing and talking with her. It just warmed my heart so much. Jim and I are really enjoying watching them love each other and generally grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're healthy, happy and feeling really blessed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-3997468477850250973?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3997468477850250973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/08/our-very-cool-hot-summer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/3997468477850250973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/3997468477850250973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/08/our-very-cool-hot-summer.html' title='Our Very Cool, Hot Summer'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TGFi_nmPLUI/AAAAAAAADgk/KIf5D8RsCEs/s72-c/IMG_6983.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-4428845958789050393</id><published>2010-07-26T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T08:09:20.751-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><title type='text'>The Dynamic Dance Duo</title><content type='html'>Check out Sean and Gabriel, the two b-boys, crafting their breakdancing skills together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4504c4e4664f652" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/07/dynamic-dance-duo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/4428845958789050393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/4428845958789050393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/07/dynamic-dance-duo.html' title='The Dynamic Dance Duo'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-882689312486128899</id><published>2010-07-22T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T08:09:37.554-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marcy'/><title type='text'>My Friend Jerry's Birthday</title><content type='html'>I was so happy all day – I was going to take my friend Jerry out to dinner for his birthday. What's so special you say? Well, he is homeless and I know this gesture will mean a lot to him. I've been talking to him about it for weeks and the day has finally arrived. After spending 30 seconds at the stoplight for two years, you get to know someone. I went to Publix and bought a small cake and the gentleman behind the pastry counter placed "Happy Birthday Jerry" in a really pretty cursive handwriting...I just couldn't wait to see the look on his face when he sees the cake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually see him on the street corner holding his sign at the corner of Mountain Industrial Blvd and Hwy 78, but I didn't see him today. I got nervous. Oh no...he must have forgotten about our date tonight, or worse, didn't think I would follow through on my request to take him out and decided not to endure the pain of rejection. I went home and retrieved the family. Jimmy was surprisingly ready to go and so were the kids. Our friend Shawna came along too...it was a family affair. Jim had to drive separately since there wouldn't be enough room in my car for all of us, and not only that, he preferred it that way as he is a little cautious for his wife's and children's safety....he was leery since he hadn't met Jerry yet. I was hoping I would find him at his motel, The Stone Mountain Inn, but I was nervous that I was dragging everyone out and I wouldn't be able to find him. I drove up to the hotel and for some reason I couldn't get in....the doors were locked to the main lobby doors. It was only 7 pm on a Monday night, why would this be? I peered through the window and saw a little girl probably the age of 7 dancing around and I motioned to the door. She finally got my hint and came to open it. I asked the attendant behind the desk if he could point me to room 303? He told me to go out the lobby door, climb the stairs three flights and turn around and go through another set of doors as it's on the inside. I started my trek up the stairs with my heart beating out of my chest. What was I going to find? I was excited and nervous that I may see things out of the norm and potentially put myself in harm's way. My thoughts went wild and at the same time, I saw three black gentlemen calling for me. What did they want. Just play it cool Marcy and give a nonchalant wave to acknowledge them but to also state you weren't interested. I got to the top of the floor and saw the door the attendant mentioned. It was locked! Oh no, what was I going to do now? I hollered a big, "Heelllloooo??" and no answer and then I noticed one of the window panes was broken. It crossed my mind that maybe it was intentionally broken so they could get in and out...of course, that doesn't make any sense, right? But not much was making sense at this moment, especially the next. I knocked, really hard, on door 303 and a tall African American gentlemen answered. I thought, oh no, I've bothered a motel guest, but I asked anyway....out came of my mouth with thoughts of being shot in a hallway and my husband being really mad at me, "Uh, is Jerry here?" He said, "No, he's not." Oh good, that must mean at least he knows him and I'm in the right place. And also, everything that Jerry had told me up until now has some plausible truth to it. I continued, "Do you know where he went? I'm supposed to meet him." He said he had just left. Right when I was turning around thinking maybe Jerry went to go and find me, he little head popped out from behind the corner. He briskly walked up to me and hugged me the tightest hug I've had in a very long time. He said he was surprised to see me. "Why were you surprised? We've been talking about doing this for a while now." I asked him if he was ready and he said yes, but walked back into the room. I suspected he needed to get on his shoes so I started back toward the stairwell. I wasn't exactly comfortable standing in this dark, mysterious hallway and the faster I could get out of there and let my husband know where I was, the better. We walked down making chit chat and around to my car where the kids and Shawna were. Right at that time, Jimmy drove up in his truck. "Thank goodness", I thought, and perfect timing. Jerry asked me what my husband's name was again and he got in. I told him to buckle up and we were off to the restaurant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All was seemingly going well. I was still very excited and now even more so with the relief of finding him and being on our way. I was wondering what they were talking about in Jim's truck? What was tonight going to offer? When we got to the pizza place, they were very crowded...so much that we sat on the patio with the risk of never being served because there was no other place to sit. I felt bad because Jerry was sitting in the sun and didn't he have to be in the sun too much as it is? I wanted him to relax in the air conditioning. He told us how he liked to be a vegetarian when he can be so we ordered a half cheese and half pepperoni pizza. It was a bit awkward, but I tried to lighten things up a bit by taking some photos and making conversation. We were more than halfway through our meal when it became stressful. Jerry asked if he could play a game with us. He remarked how he knows it's difficult for us to understand him with his southern accent and missing teeth (he mumbles and I can really only get one word a sentence). But excitedly went on to ask Shawna to think of a home. What kind of home is it? When you are there what kind of key is there? And the questions continued.....it was a psychological examination. I quickly remembered the homeless coordinator I had spoken to months ago telling me he may have a mental illness and was playing some kind of word game with her in the van on the way to housing in downtown Atlanta. Jim and I looked at each other with a knowing of what do we do now? He was locked into this mode. Giselle was spilling water all over me and wanted in my purse. Gabriel was playing with quarters and singing which made it harder to hear and understand Jerry. I decided we needed to wrap up our pizza event and brought out the cake. He seemed appreciative and I was glad for that....but I learned that while I can try to reach out in love those who are in need. I may not be the best person for the job. He needs mental help. The night ended up being very hard to get through. I don't regret it, but it was stressful and hard. It may be a while before we can take Jerry out again. I may need to call professional help to see what they can do for Jerry as a next step. And possibly find his brother to see what he knows and if he can be of any help to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TEhmuicX_QI/AAAAAAAADSY/SpV1Zf7d7OU/s1600/IMG_6924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TEhmuicX_QI/AAAAAAAADSY/SpV1Zf7d7OU/s320/IMG_6924.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496756294911524098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TEhmtxB70TI/AAAAAAAADSQ/lkdq8oyETGY/s1600/IMG_6921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TEhmtxB70TI/AAAAAAAADSQ/lkdq8oyETGY/s320/IMG_6921.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496756281647288626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-882689312486128899?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/882689312486128899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-friend-jerrys-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/882689312486128899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/882689312486128899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-friend-jerrys-birthday.html' title='My Friend Jerry&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TEhmuicX_QI/AAAAAAAADSY/SpV1Zf7d7OU/s72-c/IMG_6924.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-3311667196422478180</id><published>2010-07-19T08:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T08:09:50.154-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giselle'/><title type='text'>Giselle's 16 month stats</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TEhj-N-LL6I/AAAAAAAADSI/14OHOuGvdbo/s1600/IMG_6892.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TEhj-N-LL6I/AAAAAAAADSI/14OHOuGvdbo/s400/IMG_6892.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496753265759170466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our favorite pediatrician, Dr. Laura Rich, is leaving the practice. Gabriel was her very first patient as I remember meeting her at Northside Hospital and she hadn't even officially came on board with Briarcliff Pediatrics yet. We're not happy with the other remaining doctor there as he is lacking in patience and bedside manner, not to mention his condescending nature. He actually physically slapped my hand once for not taking Gabriel in to see him sooner when he was diagnosed with RSV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to have Giselle's 15 month check-up, but because they were running late, their next availability with the new doctor was when she was 16-1/2 months old. It went ok according to Jimmy, but I think we'll still keep our ears peeled for a new pediatrician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are her stats from that visit:&lt;br /&gt;Height: 31-3/4" (75%)&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 22 lbs and 8 oz (25-50%)&lt;br /&gt;Head circumference: 46.5 cm (50-75%)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has a little rash near her mouth which could be caused by too much tomato sauce and acidic fruits. We're putting Aquafor by day and Hydrocortizone by night and it's starting to clear up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's working hard on her two top teeth. She's got her right one half way in and her left looks like it just broke through the gum. I'm calling her "snaggletooth" right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still sleeping in the pack-n-play although she's gotten too big for it. I want to move her to her crib in Gabriel's room. He'd like the roommate as long as she's not crying. She has a little pink bear blankie lovey that she holds and sucks her thumb when she sleeps. It's adorable. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Up" is her latest word she has learned after "Mama", "Dada", "Nummy", "Uh-oh" and she can say "Gabriel" too but sounds more like "Gab-eeuh". She understands a lot and wants to do everything she sees Gabriel do. She doesn't understand she can't do it....she's is Miss Independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TE2pWveRR9I/AAAAAAAADWE/EwMuaEFq4AM/s1600/IMG_6629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TE2pWveRR9I/AAAAAAAADWE/EwMuaEFq4AM/s320/IMG_6629.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498236928254887890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-3311667196422478180?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3311667196422478180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/07/giselles-16-month-stats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/3311667196422478180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/3311667196422478180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/07/giselles-16-month-stats.html' title='Giselle&apos;s 16 month stats'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TEhj-N-LL6I/AAAAAAAADSI/14OHOuGvdbo/s72-c/IMG_6892.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-512372764446836851</id><published>2010-07-10T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T15:09:24.251-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabriel-isms'/><title type='text'>Honesty of Gabriel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;We watched Paul Goydos shoot a 59 yesterday and we asked Gabriel if he becomes a pro golfer to buy us a summer home. He asked "how much do you win, a $1,000?" We said "more like a million." Expecting shock and awe, instead he returned with... "and a trophy?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day I took him clothes shopping with me at Ross. In the dressing room I asked him to tell me which pair of pants I was trying on looked the best? He said so sweetly, "You look beautiful Mommy. I like them." I told him that since Daddy wasn't there he needed to let me know which pair didn't make my butt look as fat. Thinking someone in the next stall is listening to me ask my son to look at my butt and that they could call DFCS he retorted with such a painfully honest answer .... "Well, in that case, both of them are out."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim says to me one day driving in my red Toyota Prius: "Why did you buy this car [if you aren't going to maximize the mileage out of it]?" Gabriel from the backseat: &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Because it's shiny!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-512372764446836851?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/512372764446836851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/07/honesty-of-gabriel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/512372764446836851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/512372764446836851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/07/honesty-of-gabriel.html' title='Honesty of Gabriel'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-7887831630889243133</id><published>2010-06-29T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T08:10:08.894-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marcy'/><title type='text'>Reunion of Plenty</title><content type='html'>June was very much about seeing old friends from high school to Busch Gardens dancing days to family friends like Cristal and the Beebes. It was amazing to see everyone, laugh and reminisce.&lt;br /&gt;With my high school best friend, Tricia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TCYmk_ZKgII/AAAAAAAADRg/GT9WnMTqEnw/s1600/IMG_6656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TCYmk_ZKgII/AAAAAAAADRg/GT9WnMTqEnw/s320/IMG_6656.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487115612931653762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my lifelong childhood best friend, Kim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TCYmkcMJJ_I/AAAAAAAADRY/aUhSjdkpT_g/s1600/IMG_6560.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TCYmkcMJJ_I/AAAAAAAADRY/aUhSjdkpT_g/s320/IMG_6560.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487115603481798642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here with my family for a mini family reunion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TCYmj4G_TWI/AAAAAAAADRQ/iX_r0aPbIbQ/s1600/IMG_6707.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TCYmj4G_TWI/AAAAAAAADRQ/iX_r0aPbIbQ/s320/IMG_6707.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487115593796504930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With our close family friends the Beebes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TCUomXTQNOI/AAAAAAAADRE/GgyVzDvwqHw/s1600/beebes+(2).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TCUomXTQNOI/AAAAAAAADRE/GgyVzDvwqHw/s320/beebes+(2).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486836360575726818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my Busch Gardens friends Joilee and Andrew ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TCUomOEMqfI/AAAAAAAADQ8/OcrsR7n-pz4/s1600/marcyandrewjoilee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TCUomOEMqfI/AAAAAAAADQ8/OcrsR7n-pz4/s320/marcyandrewjoilee.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486836358096660978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my high school girlfriends Tricia, Phuong and PK...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TCUolV4pt_I/AAAAAAAADQ0/CNhOeVEm72U/s1600/37384_406907634839_655834839_4242398_4949762_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TCUolV4pt_I/AAAAAAAADQ0/CNhOeVEm72U/s320/37384_406907634839_655834839_4242398_4949762_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5486836343015847922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-7887831630889243133?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7887831630889243133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/06/reunion-of-plenty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/7887831630889243133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/7887831630889243133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/06/reunion-of-plenty.html' title='Reunion of Plenty'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TCYmk_ZKgII/AAAAAAAADRg/GT9WnMTqEnw/s72-c/IMG_6656.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-1371865113244585179</id><published>2010-06-17T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T08:11:59.189-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marcy'/><title type='text'>Shocking Love</title><content type='html'>I've recently been told some shocking, life-altering news from a close friend. The kind that makes you take a step back and really examine how you truly feel and think about life. How it should be, but isn't. It's complicated and messy, gray, full of questions, not black &amp; white at all. It was a roller coaster ride of emotions from shock, confusion, followed by a very short bit of anger to intense pain/grief to acceptance. It was just a week ago, and as I write this today I feel hopeful that everything will turn out alright. As my dear friend is facing, I was forced to face the reality of tolerance levels of acceptance in society. We've come a long way with civil rights, equality, but we still have a ways to go. It doesn't mean you have to understand, but you do have to love. Love should be a requirement. It's the most important thing in our household. We aren't perfect, as we are human, in the flesh, and raised with all the moldings of past generational thoughts handed down by our parents, teachers and other influencers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But love conquers a multitude of wrongs. Love bears all things, hopes all things and endures all things. Love is the answer. Just ask my five year old...he'll tell you it's the most important thing...Love God and Love others. It doesn't mean I have all the answers. I don't. But I for one am glad to hug my friend and say, "we'll get through this together and I love you." Honestly, I just can't fathom doing anything else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-1371865113244585179?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1371865113244585179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/06/shocking-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/1371865113244585179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/1371865113244585179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/06/shocking-love.html' title='Shocking Love'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-167252854506932826</id><published>2010-06-11T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T08:12:10.520-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marcy'/><title type='text'>Reunited!</title><content type='html'>One of my best high school girlfriends, Kelly Simon Crum, and I were reunited at long last. We hugged each other so tight and then stared each other down checking each other out in the first minute of our greeting. Then it was as if no time had passed in between whatsoever, except the extra fluff on both of us was a dead give-away. Here we are in high school and at her house 20 years later:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TBJMv_bkTFI/AAAAAAAADLA/HvCcsG89s1g/s1600/marcyandkelly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TBJMv_bkTFI/AAAAAAAADLA/HvCcsG89s1g/s320/marcyandkelly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481528083827936338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TBJMvjqg1pI/AAAAAAAADK4/Q0OCS80mmbk/s1600/IMG_6295.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TBJMvjqg1pI/AAAAAAAADK4/Q0OCS80mmbk/s320/IMG_6295.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481528076374431378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TBJMu3wAH_I/AAAAAAAADKw/ZzUs4Dnb9C8/s1600/IMG_6293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TBJMu3wAH_I/AAAAAAAADKw/ZzUs4Dnb9C8/s320/IMG_6293.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481528064586293234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  var _gaq = _gaq || [];&lt;br /&gt;  _gaq.push(['_setAccount', 'UA-16922882-1']);&lt;br /&gt;  _gaq.push(['_trackPageview']);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  (function() {&lt;br /&gt;    var ga = document.createElement('script'); ga.type = 'text/javascript'; ga.async = true;&lt;br /&gt;    ga.src = ('https:' == document.location.protocol ? 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They hadn't yet met baby Giselle and we were way overdue for a visit. We left on a Friday evening with every intention of driving straight through the night. It was 2 am when Jim and I could no longer tackle the wheel so we got a motel room. Seems ridiculous to pay full price to use the room for only five hours, but that was what we did...and it was the right decision. We were all well rested come morning so we hit the road. We got into Detroit around 2 pm and we went straight to Jim's parents new place at the Henry Ford Home. They were so happy to see them. Here are some great photos of their initial meeting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TBJJAuGuZzI/AAAAAAAADKQ/sYqMrsEMbSk/s1600/IMG_6105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TBJJAuGuZzI/AAAAAAAADKQ/sYqMrsEMbSk/s320/IMG_6105.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481523973188380466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TBJJAFS4xPI/AAAAAAAADKI/0SjG2foDKrM/s1600/IMG_6101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TBJJAFS4xPI/AAAAAAAADKI/0SjG2foDKrM/s320/IMG_6101.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481523962233537778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TBJI_mZ39PI/AAAAAAAADKA/f-UobhghOqA/s1600/IMG_6082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TBJI_mZ39PI/AAAAAAAADKA/f-UobhghOqA/s320/IMG_6082.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481523953941345522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TBJI_OaYK8I/AAAAAAAADJ4/61O0Ocve7t8/s1600/IMG_6083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TBJI_OaYK8I/AAAAAAAADJ4/61O0Ocve7t8/s320/IMG_6083.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481523947501005762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we enjoyed spending time with Aunt Zosh, Marisha, Aunt Kathlyn, Cousin Andrew and Dave. Andrew was a big hit with Gabriel and he loves all the attention from his Aunts. Giselle was in good form and didn't cry at all on the trip. Yay! We left Monday morning to head back home. It was a long way to go for a short visit, but it was so very worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TBJKNOKct_I/AAAAAAAADKo/1cBRnZ1ng-Y/s1600/IMG_6126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TBJKNOKct_I/AAAAAAAADKo/1cBRnZ1ng-Y/s320/IMG_6126.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481525287463991282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TBJKM4wdRiI/AAAAAAAADKg/uTJuTiD2Nk4/s1600/IMG_6196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TBJKM4wdRiI/AAAAAAAADKg/uTJuTiD2Nk4/s320/IMG_6196.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481525281717831202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TBJKMTkiN_I/AAAAAAAADKY/tXrj1eEqN_0/s1600/IMG_6203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/TBJKMTkiN_I/AAAAAAAADKY/tXrj1eEqN_0/s320/IMG_6203.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481525271735711730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  var _gaq = _gaq || [];&lt;br /&gt;  _gaq.push(['_setAccount', 'UA-16922882-1']);&lt;br /&gt;  _gaq.push(['_trackPageview']);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  (function() {&lt;br /&gt;    var ga = document.createElement('script'); ga.type = 'text/javascript'; ga.async = true;&lt;br /&gt;    ga.src = ('https:' == document.location.protocol ? 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We started this journey almost a year ago with little expectations and almost little to no understanding of what all is involved. I'm thrilled to report that our first homeschooling year in Kindergarten was a success. Our county requires that we begin reporting homeschooling at the start of first grade with a declaration of intent, monthly attendance reports and a yearly progress report that we keep for our own records. While it's not necessary for this year, I thought I would get into the practice of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;OVERVIEW:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In general, we mainly focused on the three R's (reading, writing, arithmetic) and sprinkled in science, social studies, music, art, sports, computer and other interests around that core foundation. We joined a NEACH homeschool group to do fun activities, projects, field trips, park days, Spanish club, and just make new friends and experiencing children of all ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;MATH:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He excels in math. He grasps the concept easily and in fact surprises us on occasion with what he knows. For example, the other day we were driving in the car .... it was 1:11 in the afternoon. He asked how long until we'll arrive to where we were going? We said in ten minutes. He says, "So that means we'll get there at 1:21 correct? He has been able to tell time for quite a while now to the minute, but we were surprised at how he added on ten when it wasn't an even number. When asked how he did it he said, "That's easy. I just added ten and then added the one back in."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also counts to 100 without a problem. Skip counts by 5's to 110 on his own and can count by 2's to 30. We wrapped up a first grade math workbook (adding, subtracting single digits) and started second grade math (addition/subtraction of double digits which begins place value). He is just beginning the concept of carrying over, but can tell he does so because we've told him to and not because he has grasped the concept yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For next year, we bought a new curriculum called &lt;a href="http://www.alabacus.com/index.cfm"&gt;RightStart &lt;/a&gt;which was developed by a Montessori Math PhD. using Japanese philosophies. One example of this philosophy is the way the Asians name their numbers. In English we count ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, and so on, which doesn’t give the child a clue about tens and ones. But in Asian languages, you counts by saying ten-1, ten-2, ten-3 for the teens, and 2-ten 1, 2-ten 2,and 2-ten 3 for the twenties. Another important difference is the emphasis on non-counting strategies for computation. Japanese children are discouraged from counting; rather they are taught to see quantities in groups of fives and tens. For example, when an American child wants to know 9 + 4, most likely they will start with 9 and count up 4. In contrast, the Asian child will think that if he takes 1 from the 4 and puts it with the 9, then he will have 10 and 3, or 13. They also use math card games and other manipulates including a special double-sided abacus based on five's and ten's. It's structured by levels rather than grade-level. It's completely different than how I was taught, but Jimmy really understands this concept, and he is the one teaching it...and it appears that Gabriel may be ready for something like this so we're hoping it will go wonderfully. Needless to say, we're really excited about beginning first grade with this curriculum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;LANGUAGE ARTS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Reading:&lt;/span&gt; I'm happy to report that since the purchase of the BOB book sets and creating a reward system for reading, he is now reading at a first grade level with ease and confidence. I wouldn't say he is motivated to read on his own, but at least he is reading more and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Writing:&lt;/span&gt; His penmanship for print is clear. Sometimes needs to be reminded to bring the ascenders up to reach the top line and the descenders down beneath the baseline. When there are lines on the page, his writing is much better as you can imagine. He uses his finger to space out words still, but at least you can read what he is writing. He still sometimes writes his d's and b's backwards as well as s's and 2's. He draws his "o" in the opposite direction then what he is supposed to so hope to correct these mistakes this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Comprehension:&lt;/span&gt; His comprehension is surprisingly good considering he doesn't act like he is paying attention at all. There are occasions where I'll ask him what I just read when I KNOW he wasn't paying attention and he can't recall, but the other times when I'm unsure he knows exactly. He has been reading comprehension stories for 2nd grade and doing quite well. We will stick with this level for this year as it is challenging him at just the right level, and may even go back to first grade comprehension as remedial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Spelling and Vocabulary:&lt;/span&gt; I give him pop-quiz spelling tests with either sight words, vocabulary words or words we've been working on recently. Anywhere from 8-12 words at a time and he generally gets most of them correct depending on difficulty from easy three letter CVC words or the more difficult four letter words with silent e's. We use the plain old-fashioned dictionary to look up meanings of words. He's not shy about asking what a certain word means that he's never heard before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Phonics:&lt;/span&gt; We have been decoding words in our new Explode the Code workbooks which he seems to like. I can tell this is helping and we'll continue this along with another curriculum with cassette tapes I recently purchased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;Grammar:&lt;/span&gt; He understands nouns, verbs, adjectives and pronouns, but that's it. He also understands to capitalize letters of names and places. Sometimes he will begin using all uppercase letters and throw in a lower case letter. We are working on either using all caps or use of initial caps with consistency. He understands basic punctuation such as use of period at end of sentence, exclamation points for excitement and question marks for questions. He can write easy three word sentences, but anything beyond this he finds daunting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; SCIENCE:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves science and is glued to the T.V. when MythBusters comes on...or Sid the Science Kid. He is always asking why does something work the way it does so we are trying to nurture that curiosity by doing experiments as things come up in our daily life. We do not have a curriculum per se, but we read science, nature, human body, and physics books to him. We research the weather together and talk about seasons, etc. Currently, we are reading a book on Albert Einstein. We will use Science in the Kitchen to conduct any learning opportunities this coming year. He also loves helping us to cook and bake which allows him to learn how to operate/manipulate the various instruments and learn measurements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;SOCIAL STUDIES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We plan to begin Story of the World text with it's accompanying workbook, but this year we focused on reading some books on culture and talking to him about people in general near and far. What they do, what they eat, what they wear and what they may believe. In addition, we keep a calendar in his room so he can mark off the days of the week (which he knows) and follow the months of the year (which he knows) while learning the different holidays. He knows the continents and we will begin the study of particular countries this coming year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;PHYSICAL FITNESS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim works with him on golf, soccer, and tennis while I teach him to swim and dance with him in our living room. He is athletic, but not very focused or fast. Perhaps that will come with age....we hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;OTHER:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drama/Music/Art: He loves music and to sing. In fact, he recently told me he wants to be a song creator when he grows up. He loves rock or pop songs or anything with a beat. He sang "Jesus Loves Me" in Spanish with his homeschool group. He doesn't really care for drawing, but can color fairly well inside the lines. We hope to begin piano lessons this year. He also loves maps and mazes and we supply him with age-appropriate levels. He likes to tell jokes and act out or say movie line quotes so we'll explore this some more as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;SUMMARY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, Gabriel is working above grade-level, but we want to be careful not to either push too hard or become complacent and find ourselves struggling in a certain subject. While he is a bright, young boy, he has a hard time focusing on what he is supposed to be doing at times, unless it's the television or computer screen. On that note, I'm watching for any signs of ADD or ADHD or seeing if he just grows out of being a boy.  I think it's apparent that he is a kinesthetic learner, but doesn't fail at auditory or visual learning either. Overall, he has a love of learning and doing new things, is quite social and enjoys his friends, telling jokes and having fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  var _gaq = _gaq || [];&lt;br /&gt;  _gaq.push(['_setAccount', 'UA-16922882-1']);&lt;br /&gt;  _gaq.push(['_trackPageview']);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  (function() {&lt;br /&gt;    var ga = document.createElement('script'); ga.type = 'text/javascript'; ga.async = true;&lt;br /&gt;    ga.src = ('https:' == document.location.protocol ? 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I'm obsessed with taking photos of the kids and this seemed like a good opportunity. It's nearly impossible to snap a photo before she moves, but here they are of our fun moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/S_HBTKp9MxI/AAAAAAAAC9A/4wK4r2oqBog/s1600/IMG_5912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/S_HBTKp9MxI/AAAAAAAAC9A/4wK4r2oqBog/s320/IMG_5912.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472367557253870354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/S_HBSv2kghI/AAAAAAAAC84/s2PeLFl_Su8/s1600/IMG_5908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/S_HBSv2kghI/AAAAAAAAC84/s2PeLFl_Su8/s320/IMG_5908.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472367550059020818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/S_HBSR7LbAI/AAAAAAAAC8w/Kox4dSFzCUg/s1600/IMG_5900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/S_HBSR7LbAI/AAAAAAAAC8w/Kox4dSFzCUg/s320/IMG_5900.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472367542025284610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/S_HBR38pMeI/AAAAAAAAC8o/7o9-w5KZpuU/s1600/IMG_5889.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/S_HBR38pMeI/AAAAAAAAC8o/7o9-w5KZpuU/s320/IMG_5889.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472367535052108258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/S_HAd6lb3yI/AAAAAAAAC8g/QhUj-NeX2fo/s1600/IMG_5886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/S_HAd6lb3yI/AAAAAAAAC8g/QhUj-NeX2fo/s320/IMG_5886.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472366642406874914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-1472314081646957792?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1472314081646957792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-spring-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/1472314081646957792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/1472314081646957792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/05/one-spring-day.html' title='One Spring Day'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/S_HBTuawXxI/AAAAAAAAC9I/qdmeSX21uuE/s72-c/IMG_5935.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-5929696299133307104</id><published>2010-05-17T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T08:13:06.708-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dance'/><title type='text'>I got that boom, boom, boom</title><content type='html'>Here are my kids rockin' out to the Black Eyed Peas. Giselle stops dancing and becomes a Diva as soon as she sees the camera though, but at least I got a partial view of the Pett dancing madness for your viewing pleasure. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3a1fd909feafc152" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3a1fd909feafc152%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332823742%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D15112179187FF2311A93A265AE37E03F44DBACD7.39EBD7011C6B003DC1E3AE49126CA26205172B1F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3a1fd909feafc152%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPqq8SJHDG6WR4VHS8cdx2iUh7es&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3a1fd909feafc152%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332823742%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D15112179187FF2311A93A265AE37E03F44DBACD7.39EBD7011C6B003DC1E3AE49126CA26205172B1F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3a1fd909feafc152%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DPqq8SJHDG6WR4VHS8cdx2iUh7es&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-5929696299133307104?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5929696299133307104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-got-that-boom-boom-boom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/5929696299133307104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/5929696299133307104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-got-that-boom-boom-boom.html' title='I got that boom, boom, boom'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-7464716182689099571</id><published>2010-04-30T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T13:50:47.569-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschool'/><title type='text'>1.5 million homeschoolers in 2007</title><content type='html'>The number of home-schooled kids hit 1.5 million in 2007, up 74% from when the Department of Education's National Center for Education Statistics started keeping track in 1999 as stated in this &lt;a href="http://www.usatoday.com/news/education/2009-01-04-homeschooling_N.htm"&gt;USA Today article&lt;/a&gt; a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what the statistics are now three years later....I'll keep looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: I found this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"There were an estimated 1,700,000 to 2,100,000 children (grades K-12) home educated during 2002-2003 in the United States. Homeschooling appears to still be the fastest-growing form of education."&lt;br /&gt;      – Brian D. Ray, Ph.D., &lt;i&gt;Facts on Homeschooling&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was for 2002 and they say up to 15% increase per year. Haven't found any current data for 2009 as they may not have that ready to publish. If there are approximately 73 million children in the U.S. having over 2 million homeschool doesn't seem like a whole lot, but then again, not all cases are reported since some are categorized as private schooled. So ... I give up since I can't get accurate numbers, but at least I have an idea now of the potential percentage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Home School Legal Defense Association &lt;a href="http://www.hslda.org/docs/news/200908100.asp"&gt;study&lt;/a&gt; shows higher academic level than public school counterparts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-7464716182689099571?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7464716182689099571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/04/15-million-homeschoolers-in-2007.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/7464716182689099571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/7464716182689099571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/04/15-million-homeschoolers-in-2007.html' title='1.5 million homeschoolers in 2007'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-2558148641157250623</id><published>2010-04-23T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T13:51:22.661-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschool'/><title type='text'>Project Day with NEACH</title><content type='html'>Gabriel and his homeschool friends of NEACH (North East Atlanta Christian Homeschoolers) sang a Spanish song for project day. They were adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-aa03c9ac71f3e506" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daa03c9ac71f3e506%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332823742%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4608824817FD6C65979C5834FE7C278751C7740C.7ED9D1695AFC0FF849C7AC2D60FCF9896B0FBF2B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daa03c9ac71f3e506%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DiUfNxW0hidC3TxoV3cx6haUK_bg&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Daa03c9ac71f3e506%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332823742%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4608824817FD6C65979C5834FE7C278751C7740C.7ED9D1695AFC0FF849C7AC2D60FCF9896B0FBF2B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Daa03c9ac71f3e506%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DiUfNxW0hidC3TxoV3cx6haUK_bg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-2558148641157250623?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2558148641157250623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/05/project-day-with-neach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/2558148641157250623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/2558148641157250623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/05/project-day-with-neach.html' title='Project Day with NEACH'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-8403030063291905057</id><published>2010-04-06T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T13:51:39.710-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschool'/><title type='text'>Gearing up for First Grade</title><content type='html'>After hours and hours, days and days of research, I think I've finally come to a place of understanding of what there is to offer in terms of first grade curriculum and what may work best for Gabriel. A homeschool chat group I belong to has been extremely encouraging, uplifting and helpful in terms of resources (even more so than the real life homeschool group, but that may be due to the nature of online and less about the group itself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read the book Top 100 Homeschool Curriculums by Cathy Duffy and have pinpointed the six major philosophical teaching methods as well as the four main learning styles. They have charted out the philosophical approaches married with the child's learning style so clearly. We will go to either or both of the GHEA Conference and Southeast Homeschool Expo at Cobb Galleria to explore, touch and talk with veterans and publishers of each. For now, this is where I've narrowed it down to...of course the caveat being my husband who may change everything! LOL....&lt;span&gt;&lt;div class="content marginRight"&gt; &lt;p&gt;Reading - Explode the Code (or Spell to Read and Write)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.babycenter.com/r?u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.explodethecode.com%2F02_how%2F" target="_new" rel="nofollow"&gt;www.explodethecode.com/02_how/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Writing - Create a Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.babycenter.com/r?u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.createpress.com%2Fpages%2Fstory.htm" target="_new" rel="nofollow"&gt;www.createpress.com/pages/story.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Math - MathUSee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.babycenter.com/r?u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.mathusee.com%2Fdefault.php%3Flanguage%3DGeorgia" target="_new" rel="nofollow"&gt;www.mathusee.com/default.php?langua...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;History - Ultimate Geo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.babycenter.com/r?u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.rocksolidinc.com%2Fcatalog%2Fthe-ultimate-geography-and-timeline-guide.htm" target="_new" rel="nofollow"&gt;www.rocksolidinc.com/catalog/the-ul...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Science - AIMS edu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.babycenter.com/r?u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.aimsedu.org%2F" target="_new" rel="nofollow"&gt;www.aimsedu.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;or seriously considering a unit study program called KONOS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.babycenter.com/r?u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.konos.com%2Findex.html" target="_new" rel="nofollow"&gt;www.konos.com/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We may still supplement with other Language Arts materials, and he still has a Time4Learning account which is fun to do together online (www.time4learning.com/) and of course, while this includes most of his academics, he is also in the midst of spring soccer, looking for an art/drama/music camp to join, starting golf in summer and we are teaching him swimming and tennis. We want to start piano and cub scouts come fall as he needs to be six years old for each.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm super obsessed about his education which from time to time drives Jimmy nuts. I just can't help getting so excited about the endless opportunities!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;             &lt;/div&gt;           &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-8403030063291905057?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8403030063291905057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/04/gearing-up-for-first-grade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/8403030063291905057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/8403030063291905057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/04/gearing-up-for-first-grade.html' title='Gearing up for First Grade'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-7316159622572675838</id><published>2010-04-04T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T08:38:55.693-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photo slideshow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><title type='text'>Easter 2010</title><content type='html'>We seem to be the home on our street where neighbor friends gather with their children for holidays like Easter and Halloween – and honestly, we LOVE it!! We have the fathers hide the eggs in the front yard and do a little egg-hunting, playing, talking and eating lots of chocolate. It was beautiful weather and we all commented on how the wind blew the flowers off the tree that morning decorating it for us so beautifully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;captions=1&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=http%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fmarcypett%2Falbumid%2F5456059317430431809%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-7316159622572675838?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7316159622572675838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/7316159622572675838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/7316159622572675838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-2010.html' title='Easter 2010'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-7859746090647197840</id><published>2010-03-29T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T08:13:30.999-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soccer'/><title type='text'>Go Panthers!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Soccer Season Has Begun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Gabriel's first soccer team. 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I had the pleasure of standing by my friend on her special day as she said I will to her now husband. Now Mrs. Michelle Early - She and Scott went off to Belize on their honeymoon and I could not be more happier for them. She made a beautiful bride, it was a gorgeous Spring day and Gabriel made an adorable ring barrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/S7tg0aQUt5I/AAAAAAAAC2o/pYK4tO0p6F8/s1600/IMG_5514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/S7tg0aQUt5I/AAAAAAAAC2o/pYK4tO0p6F8/s320/IMG_5514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457061827006740370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-7136382024401443660?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7136382024401443660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/03/michelles-wedding-in-pensacola-fl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/7136382024401443660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/7136382024401443660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/03/michelles-wedding-in-pensacola-fl.html' title='Michelle&apos;s Wedding in Pensacola, FL'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/S7tg0Dxy-dI/AAAAAAAAC2g/rpmcyw11dts/s72-c/IMG_5521.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-6024744614224254343</id><published>2010-03-21T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T13:52:23.395-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabriel-isms'/><title type='text'>Gabriel-isms</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;I chuckled at Gabriel yesterday for getting upset with someone parked in a handicap space because he thought they were for wheelchairs to park. I was envisioning people wheeling themselves down the road and when they park, then what did he think? They get up and walk inside??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-6024744614224254343?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6024744614224254343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/03/gabriel-isms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/6024744614224254343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/6024744614224254343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/03/gabriel-isms.html' title='Gabriel-isms'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-4054570160455975674</id><published>2010-03-14T13:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T13:52:43.812-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschool'/><title type='text'>Kindergarten progress</title><content type='html'>Now that we are more than half way through Kindergarten, it's about time that I report on how homeschooling is going. I have to say it's gone better than I expected, but then again, I'm not sure what I expected since I really have had no experience with this except one friend I had as a child who was homeschooled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this is our first year of home schooling and while I was unsure how the year would go, I'm happy to report he is learning and doing well. &lt;p style="padding-left: 30px;"&gt;He loves math (which he must get from his dad). He can count to 100 on his own, skip count by 5's to 100 on his own and we're working on counting by 2's (he gets mixed up in the teens but is ok after that). He just finished first grade math workbook (adding, subtracting) and we are starting him on second so a bit of a math wiz. Starting double digit addition which includes carrying over. We don't want to overwhelm him so we're thinking of doing some remedial of past unit studies to keep his confidence level up with mathematics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="padding-left: 30px;"&gt;The counting by 5s has helped him with learning to tell time and can tell me to the minute now.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="padding-left: 30px;"&gt;As for language arts (which is my niche subject) he is a little slower and doesn't seem as interested at all! He has a hard time focusing, drifts off looking out the window, taps his pencil, etc. He does great at comprehension so I know he is listening and comprehending (when i read or he reads). We've worked really hard at his writing lately and trying to print more neatly and it has helped some (but still exhibits this 'i just don't care' attitude sometimes). We just started the first grade spelling and writing workbooks this month and is learning short u's, long o's -- nouns, verbs, pronouns, adjectives. It's just going slower than math, but that's ok. That is one of the benefits of homeschooling is you can teach at their pace, at their level and toward their interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="padding-left: 30px;"&gt;I started doing spelling tests with him once a week over the last month with three and easy four letter words. He seems to like this so I may take this up a notch, do more often and actually study a set of words. (We've been pretty laid back, just trying to make school fun for him). He says spelling is his favorite subject so want to continue with this momentum. We're also studying the Dolch sight words and using them for spelling words as well. He's almost finished with his Spelling workbook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="padding-left: 30px;"&gt;As for reading, he asked me the other day if we could go to Barnes &amp;amp; Nobles so he could buy himself a new Step 3 reading book. I LOVED THAT! He was pretty confident with his Step 2 books and wanted a new challenge. Reading has clicked with him just as of late and it's wonderful to see. I knew his old Step 2 books he had memorized so I was able to see this transition to reading brand new material on his own just recently. We have been going to the library every couple of weeks to get new books which we read every night. I'll have him read a book to me in exchange for me reading a larger book to him. Again, he really needs motivation with reading and does not appear to like it although he can do it. Trying to build his confidence in this area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In addition to the main three "R's" (reading, writing, arithmetic), we do science experiments, history book reading, geography (loves maps and mazes), and read books on social studies, etc. but are not done as part of the main curriculum. We're still going to our homeschool group although we've missed the past few weeks due to illness, he was sick, then me and then the baby. He started soccer and loves practicing with his friends and looks forward to his games on Saturdays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We've enjoyed having him with us and enjoy being the ones to teach him. It's a lot of hard work but is very rewarding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There are two homeschool conferences coming up...GHEA (Georgia Homeschool Educators Association) end of April and the Southeast Homeschool Expo end of August where we can look at all the curriculum and get ideas for first grade come fall. I'm very excited!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-4054570160455975674?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/4054570160455975674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/03/kindergarten-progress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/4054570160455975674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/4054570160455975674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/03/kindergarten-progress.html' title='Kindergarten progress'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-7901885187746442006</id><published>2010-03-03T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T08:41:47.418-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giselle'/><title type='text'>My Baby Turns One Years Old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/S7tm5TCKMDI/AAAAAAAAC24/ab7fRrePN0w/s1600/IMG_5209.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/S7tm5TCKMDI/AAAAAAAAC24/ab7fRrePN0w/s320/IMG_5209.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457068508037394482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/S7tm6OSI8RI/AAAAAAAAC3A/1Dpinx1Gu7w/s1600/IMG_5272.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/S7tm6OSI8RI/AAAAAAAAC3A/1Dpinx1Gu7w/s320/IMG_5272.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457068523942113554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is her in the same birthday hat Gabriel wore. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hardly believe my little girl is one years old. Born March 3, 2009, she has grown into her own unique person and personality. She loves her big brother yet is completely opposite from him on many things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He used a paci, She sucks her thumb&lt;br /&gt;He hated tummy time, She still sleeps on her stomach&lt;br /&gt;He screamed all the time with colic, She for the most part is pretty calm (unless she's teething)&lt;br /&gt;He walked late at 14.5 months, She started walking at 9 months&lt;br /&gt;He breastfed until 15 months, She (and I) quit at 9 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We kept her special day simple with baking her a ladybug cake, used Oreos for the spots and Pirouline's for antannae. It's amazing to see them play with each other. Feels like my heart grows three sizes larger. 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Here is one of my last gummy grins...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width:auto;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/wJUOJhBQa0pXp7H3gpSPUA?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/S2UGnlqChbI/AAAAAAAACgA/cuMyMfluHjw/s400/IMG_4870.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-family:arial,sans-serif; font-size:11px; text-align:right"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/pettsplace/January2010?feat=embedwebsite"&gt;January 2010&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-9087840658582573643?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/9087840658582573643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/02/good-bye-gummy-grins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/9087840658582573643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/9087840658582573643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/02/good-bye-gummy-grins.html' title='Good-bye Gummy Grins'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/S2UGnlqChbI/AAAAAAAACgA/cuMyMfluHjw/s72-c/IMG_4870.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-3711055124915064382</id><published>2010-01-24T18:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-09T07:02:41.849-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabriel-isms'/><title type='text'>The Latest Gabriel-isms</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Try this cheese Mommy!"&lt;/span&gt; (As he hands me a piece from his finger and I partake) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"It's better than life, huh!!?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at a box of Velveeta says, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;"Does this cheese have Velveeta in it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; -- can you tell we are huge cheese fans?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Giselle working on cutting her first tooth: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Oh my gosh! I just can't believe it! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She made a tooth!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching a television show, when interrupted by the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Meteorologist&lt;/span&gt; giving the weather report says, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Zoom forward."&lt;/span&gt; I say, "We can't Gabriel, it's live T.V." Then he says, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;What's 'live' mean?"&lt;/span&gt; Kids these days don't understand the age of living in the real time world with their digital products, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;TIVO&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;DVR&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-3711055124915064382?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3711055124915064382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/01/latest-gabriel-isms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/3711055124915064382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/3711055124915064382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/01/latest-gabriel-isms.html' title='The Latest Gabriel-isms'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-39233377588820719</id><published>2010-01-04T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T08:42:12.060-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giselle'/><title type='text'>Ten at Ten</title><content type='html'>Giselle is ten months old and took ten steps to commemorate her birthday. 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href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/01/ten-at-ten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/39233377588820719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/39233377588820719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2010/01/ten-at-ten.html' title='Ten at Ten'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' 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I thought he would wake earlier than 8:30 am...and we had to wait on Giselle to wake up too. He tore into his gifts and surprisingly picked up the gift wrap paper after each one. A kid after my own heart. I may not be the tidiest person in the world, but I do love order and structure. Here they are in complete Christmas bliss opening up the ball popper (for Giselle) and the Hot Wheels tracks set (for Gabriel). 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Dad</title><content type='html'>Giselle saying "Dad" while Jim was in the hospital. 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Dad'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-8448204696420171910</id><published>2009-12-18T13:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T08:42:56.848-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giselle'/><title type='text'>Giselle's 9 month stats - Happy and Healthy</title><content type='html'>Uneventful doctor appointment this morning with Giselle for her 9 month check up with exception of the downpour of rain. I say she's happy and they tell me she's healthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Height: 29-1/2" at 95%&lt;br /&gt;Weight: 17 lbs, 9 ounces at 25%&lt;br /&gt;Head circumference: 45 cm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't even cry when they gave her shot. She's a long and lean baby machine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-8448204696420171910?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/8448204696420171910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2009/12/giselles-9-month-stats-happy-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/8448204696420171910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/8448204696420171910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2009/12/giselles-9-month-stats-happy-and.html' title='Giselle&apos;s 9 month stats - Happy and Healthy'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-496748355685414163</id><published>2009-12-09T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T08:15:15.816-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giselle'/><title type='text'>Standing Baby and Inquisitive Boy</title><content type='html'>I've just looked at the blog stats and see I've entered 38 posts including this one for the year. Not bad considering it's been one hell of a year. I mainly write these entries as our own personal online diary to chronicle the milestones of our kids and highlights of our lives...so we can look back and also to share them with family who aren't near...but I have learned there are at least a few people who actually take the time to read this blog. God bless both of you!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SzAyodbFyPI/AAAAAAAACbs/9HRjwnJdLNg/s1600-h/IMG_4646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SzAyodbFyPI/AAAAAAAACbs/9HRjwnJdLNg/s320/IMG_4646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417886022401116402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, enough touting of my two fans, and onto the latest....which is that Giselle is standing without holding on now. Gabriel was the very first person to see her doing this and told us. We believed him but it took a week to go by for us to get to see her stand on her own with our own eyes. When we see her we all exclaim "STANDING BABY!!!!"  Her new found skill of speed crawling has led her into the bathroom when we are preoccupied. This exploration led us to have to call a plumber since she enjoys playing with the toilet water...she must have dropped a toy down there....yuck and ugh...while there, she discovered the joy of unraveling the toilet paper roll. Between this and diapers, we are far from being green in our house. She's loving her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cheerios&lt;/span&gt;, crackers and other finger foods and typically gets about 50% in the mouth with the other half on the floor (or in the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;crevice&lt;/span&gt; of the seat, down her shirt and into her diaper, inside a toy, you get the idea...) Her demeanor is so pleasant and brings us all so much joy. Every time she smiles, it melts away all of my fears, worries and stress and makes me so incredible thankful. These are some powerful smiles folks! She has different ones, too. I love the one when she smiles with her whole face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel is doing so well with his reading, writing and arithmetic. We couldn't be more proud of him. He really surprised me when he could tell time the other day. He also still surprises me with his inquisitiveness like asking "Does jelly come from jellyfish?" and walking out of a Kroger with Salvation Army ringing their bell "Why is that human standing there?". He also wants to invent side windshield wipers for the car. When I asked him why he says "so we can see out the sides the way we do the front and the back and because I love you." Well, who can argue with that reasoning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're soaking up these moments.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-496748355685414163?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/496748355685414163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2009/12/giselle-at-9-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/496748355685414163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/496748355685414163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2009/12/giselle-at-9-months.html' title='Standing Baby and Inquisitive Boy'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SzAyodbFyPI/AAAAAAAACbs/9HRjwnJdLNg/s72-c/IMG_4646.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-806529207808908246</id><published>2009-11-29T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T08:15:27.422-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'>The Apple Doesn't Fall Far</title><content type='html'>We miss our family very much and have more than 500 miles on either side of us keeping us apart (down South to Tampa or up North to Detroit). Fortunately I get to see them every day in my children. It's amazing how many people tell me that Gabriel looks like me and Giselle looks like Jimmy. It's true, but it doesn't stop there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giselle looks like a spitting image of her Grandpa &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pett&lt;/span&gt; when she smiles. The crescent shape of her eyes match Ed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pett&lt;/span&gt; to a T. The long thin face must come from the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lachs&lt;/span&gt;....as it's certainly Jimmy's trait too. Her height I attribute to the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bullington's&lt;/span&gt; as all my aunts and cousins are tall, including my brother. I think my mom and me are the only stubby ones. Her pediatrician says she is off the charts in terms of length so I do hope she keeps the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Bullington&lt;/span&gt; genes in this area. As for the Rodriguez side, she does use her hands &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt;. She can't crawl around unless she has something in each hand. Usually something hard like a cup or a toy which makes noise on our &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;knarly&lt;/span&gt; pink tile floors so she sounds like something out of a cheesy horror film, "click, clack, click, clack" around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel's shape of his face is &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;reminiscent&lt;/span&gt; of my mother's head. I know they have 60 years apart and are a different gender, but sometimes Jim and I look at him and say, "That's Grandma." He is hyperactive and sports-minded which we think he gets from the Rodriguez's. He's really into cooking so maybe he's another &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Helcia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pett&lt;/span&gt;. And this is too early to tell, but I've heard that baldness skips a generation. With Ed &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pett&lt;/span&gt; looking like Alfred Hitchcock and Jim having a full head of brown curly hair, it's safe to say that he has inherited the &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Pett&lt;/span&gt; hair genes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The apple doesn't fall far from the tree!  And sometimes I wish the orchard was a little closer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-806529207808908246?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/806529207808908246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2009/11/apple-doesnt-fall-far.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/806529207808908246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/806529207808908246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2009/11/apple-doesnt-fall-far.html' title='The Apple Doesn&apos;t Fall Far'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-7720964359706634721</id><published>2009-11-20T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T08:15:39.928-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giselle'/><title type='text'>"No" way Jose...I'm not a baby!</title><content type='html'>Giselle is an 8 month old, but she is also a girl and rightfully so has learned the word "No"... she's humble, but apparently is unaware that she is indeed a baby ... we teach 'em young and they grow up so fast these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c280ce613af783d8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc280ce613af783d8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332823742%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D34BBC52B20E7EA0DBE89D646A66C52D28261E803.3635A7077F8D8D4B2C3A391BC9FB88C875474FB7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc280ce613af783d8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjLVshEAO4C_devoqQ6YVuhx0WBY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc280ce613af783d8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332823742%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D34BBC52B20E7EA0DBE89D646A66C52D28261E803.3635A7077F8D8D4B2C3A391BC9FB88C875474FB7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc280ce613af783d8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjLVshEAO4C_devoqQ6YVuhx0WBY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-7720964359706634721?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7720964359706634721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-way-joseim-not-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/7720964359706634721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/7720964359706634721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-way-joseim-not-baby.html' title='&quot;No&quot; way Jose...I&apos;m not a baby!'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-416445540744041903</id><published>2009-11-20T18:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T08:15:50.811-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giselle'/><title type='text'>What's Funnier?</title><content type='html'>What's funnier about this short video of my two kids? ...Is it that Giselle appears to be a miss priss and can't crawl over a threshold needing to get on her hands and feet or hearing Gabriel in the background while I try to take this video somewhat annoyingly calling for me saying, "Mommy,...Mommy,...Mommy!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your call folks -- it's a toss up for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7e7f7540f0038f0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D07e7f7540f0038f0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332823742%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4D137FADED6B27C4AE3D06A0F07E9AD9482AD952.319C9CD019D1AA4CDBBD1F1DE60A57D0DC29FED3%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7e7f7540f0038f0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJgpvzLVgCDqjlAF6JzRthVeFWpc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D07e7f7540f0038f0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332823742%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4D137FADED6B27C4AE3D06A0F07E9AD9482AD952.319C9CD019D1AA4CDBBD1F1DE60A57D0DC29FED3%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D7e7f7540f0038f0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DJgpvzLVgCDqjlAF6JzRthVeFWpc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-416445540744041903?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/416445540744041903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2009/11/whats-funnier.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/416445540744041903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/416445540744041903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2009/11/whats-funnier.html' title='What&apos;s Funnier?'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-3075617939309708773</id><published>2009-11-17T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T14:09:25.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep is underrated</title><content type='html'>Life is still very much about survival ... there is work pressure, financial stress, kids health, safety and education, trying to keep my husband's pain level down - out of the hospital and generally alive, illness that has plagued our home this month and lack of sleep on both Jim and my part. Yes, it's hard, but strangely I'm glad to have gone through it. As Paul said, he learned patience through things which he suffered. And, I can now see light at the end of the tunnel.  Things are appearing hopeful at work, Giselle and Gabriel are growing and are generally sweet and healthy kids, and I believe Giselle is beginning to sleep through the night. At least this is the second time that we've woken up and Jim and I looked at each other and asked, "did you get up with her?" and shocked when the answer was "No." The lack of sleep I think is the kicker...it makes me short and snappy at my poor dear husband who is in pain and doing the best he can and his pain and lack of sleep makes for a really grumpy person, understandably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also had three occasions spent with girlfriends over the last couple of months. A few of us Mommies in the neighborhood have gotten together to spend time without the interruption of kids and it's been a wonderful time of sharing and laughter. I realized something important after that. One, I REALLY need to make time for friends...(not for them...for ME!)... and Two, friendships are invaluable. I think it makes you a more holistic person. I'm not putting myself down for not having done it yet, because with nursing, working and being a mom, there hasn't been much time, but now that things look like they are getting a little easier to manage, I can't wait to have another girls night out. I haven't felt like I've had much left of me to "give" lately, but feeling a little more rested helps tremendously! Sleep is definitely underrated. At least, it makes it easier to manage all the challenges of life with a brain that can function.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-3075617939309708773?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3075617939309708773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2009/11/sleep-is-underrated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/3075617939309708773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/3075617939309708773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2009/11/sleep-is-underrated.html' title='Sleep is underrated'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-485769660659924925</id><published>2009-11-04T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T13:55:31.934-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabriel-isms'/><title type='text'>Gabriel-isms</title><content type='html'>As they say, "Kids say the darndest things" and "Out of the mouth of babes" comes profound, hilarious and always honest words. Whether questions or simply statements, they have no idea that what they just said is either unacceptable in society (like, "look at that fat woman mommy!) or so hilarious it would take a comedian to come up with it. Before I forget all the cute and honest things Gabriel has said, here are a few:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;As I'm getting in the car to come to work, Gabriel opens the front door and yells "Don't let the work bugs bite!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;Wanting to carve his first pumpkin, continually asked me "When can we shred the pumpkin?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;"I just love you so much that when you go away bye-bye, the sadness comes"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;Wearing my new glasses, he says, "You look like you are in disguise. I think I'll call you Mrs. Glassy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;"I don't want Giselle to have my toy because of her suckiness." –referring to his sister's slober&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3  style="font-weight: normal;font-family:arial;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;"I'm glad I am stuck with you today. You're a lot of fun and I love you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;And my favorite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;As I'm nursing Giselle, he says, "It would be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;awwwesome&lt;/span&gt; if you made chocolate baby milk for Giselle. She'd really like that!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-485769660659924925?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/485769660659924925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2009/11/gabriel-isms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/485769660659924925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/485769660659924925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2009/11/gabriel-isms.html' title='Gabriel-isms'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-2876916372880696125</id><published>2009-11-04T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T08:16:13.417-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giselle'/><title type='text'>Balloon Laughs</title><content type='html'>We had a fun evening of "balloon chase," as Gabriel put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1d5845979230fcc8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2009/11/balloon-laughs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/2876916372880696125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/2876916372880696125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2009/11/balloon-laughs.html' title='Balloon Laughs'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-6187868185759680815</id><published>2009-10-31T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T08:16:29.122-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween'/><title type='text'>Spiderman and the Fairy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SwdSCYb0wwI/AAAAAAAACQs/hsetXT0ygLM/s1600/kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406380078553940738" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SwdSCYb0wwI/AAAAAAAACQs/hsetXT0ygLM/s320/kids.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SwdQV1qtCeI/AAAAAAAACQk/To11CyQryP0/s1600/IMG_4336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406378213795236322" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SwdQV1qtCeI/AAAAAAAACQk/To11CyQryP0/s320/IMG_4336.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SwdQVixwW1I/AAAAAAAACQc/V5t_v-fiMdg/s1600/superfairy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406378208724540242" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SwdQVixwW1I/AAAAAAAACQc/V5t_v-fiMdg/s320/superfairy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SwdQVBJUS9I/AAAAAAAACQU/2lslXRijB8c/s1600/fairy3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406378199696559058" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SwdQVBJUS9I/AAAAAAAACQU/2lslXRijB8c/s320/fairy3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SwdQUlCYejI/AAAAAAAACQM/6QxBvmntETU/s1600/flying.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 240px; display: block; height: 320px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406378192151280178" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SwdQUlCYejI/AAAAAAAACQM/6QxBvmntETU/s320/flying.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SwdQUDsd5aI/AAAAAAAACQE/tF1WTcIlxfc/s1600/bruise.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px; display: block; height: 240px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406378183200990626" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SwdQUDsd5aI/AAAAAAAACQE/tF1WTcIlxfc/s320/bruise.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We've started a little tradition by going trick or treating with our neighbor friends. The weather was chilly and misty but that didn't stop Superman and friends. The fairy stayed home with the dads and took a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-6187868185759680815?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6187868185759680815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2009/10/spiderman-and-fairy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/6187868185759680815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/6187868185759680815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2009/10/spiderman-and-fairy.html' title='Spiderman and the Fairy'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SwdSCYb0wwI/AAAAAAAACQs/hsetXT0ygLM/s72-c/kids.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-1380850364511120904</id><published>2009-10-20T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T08:16:45.102-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jimmy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>The Sept-ober blog posting</title><content type='html'>September ended up being another busy month (yes, I know it's October...ok, so October has been just as busy)....but getting back to September as I don't want to gloss over it with Jimmy's great 55th surprise birthday party and all the wonderful things Giselle is doing now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, we had an amazing time at Jim's surprise party at our favorite Chinese restaurant with just a few of our closest friends. Jim was absolutely clueless about the special event and more than touched by those who came to celebrate with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, Giselle is still not sleeping, but has mastered the skill of pulling to a stand which she LOVES to do. She is also now sitting, crawling and saying Mam-a. She's just such a happy baby and brings so much joy to our chaotic lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for October, Gabriel will reuse his pirate gear for Halloween this year and a friend is letting me borrow a fairy costume for Giselle. We are more than half way through October - I can hardly believe it...yes, next I'll say that Christmas is around the corner -- 64 days to be exact -- and then 2009 will have ended. Are we suppose to say two thousand and ten or twenty ten? It's a new era so shall be interesting to see what everyone flocks to refer to the year. Just hoping there will be enough spare change from the piggy jar to get the kiddos at least one present under the tree this year. Times are tough all around. I'm tired, old and broke, but also have hope, faith and am loved. 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Enjoy the laughter of a baby. She is doing great -- doing this straight arm karate chop ... Meanwhile, Gabriel is speaking with a British accent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2201cdd7b2ea6ed0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2201cdd7b2ea6ed0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332823743%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D361803BD812FC2E3A4553F6DAE62921F4BD095E8.6F8E2BFE2C576EA3C9AF8C72F9D91FF0BD109570%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2201cdd7b2ea6ed0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyJvU7sfKR8DqOunDV1vREYRpURo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2201cdd7b2ea6ed0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332823743%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D361803BD812FC2E3A4553F6DAE62921F4BD095E8.6F8E2BFE2C576EA3C9AF8C72F9D91FF0BD109570%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2201cdd7b2ea6ed0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyJvU7sfKR8DqOunDV1vREYRpURo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-6468785069702834972?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2201cdd7b2ea6ed0&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6468785069702834972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2009/09/giselle-is-6-months-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/6468785069702834972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/6468785069702834972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2009/09/giselle-is-6-months-old.html' title='Giselle is 6 months old'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-5394402087437973000</id><published>2009-08-28T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T08:17:01.078-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giselle'/><title type='text'>Giselle's army crawl</title><content type='html'>August 22nd was monumentous with Gabriel turning five and Giselle starting to crawl. She is really getting around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2a6e54d89750b3ce" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2a6e54d89750b3ce%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332823743%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D244F4699F153081E2181902916A1BCE36A33BDE3.5432EC4FA41FF19A52F442D435441873D97299F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2a6e54d89750b3ce%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjSBXe-jykn8nQKVDPtUgUQEinXA&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2a6e54d89750b3ce%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1332823743%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D244F4699F153081E2181902916A1BCE36A33BDE3.5432EC4FA41FF19A52F442D435441873D97299F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2a6e54d89750b3ce%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DjSBXe-jykn8nQKVDPtUgUQEinXA&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-5394402087437973000?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2a6e54d89750b3ce&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5394402087437973000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2009/08/giselles-army-crawl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/5394402087437973000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/5394402087437973000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2009/08/giselles-army-crawl.html' title='Giselle&apos;s army crawl'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-6236249996473171864</id><published>2009-08-26T18:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T08:17:16.105-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschool'/><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>With Gabriel's friends starting Kindergarten on August 10&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; at public school, I would have thought he would ask questions as to why he isn't and show a little sadness that he isn't going, too. I'm happy to report he is happy to be home schooling with daddy this year. We may still opt to have him go to Kindergarten next year or just reevaluate&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt; where he is &lt;/span&gt; this time next year. For now, we have created our own curriculum and enjoy teaching him. It's not always structured with another little one (our five month old) so we gear it around nap times and definitely when he seems especially interested in a particular subject matter. We do have some work books and other materials, but this is generally what we are focusing on for this year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jim and Marcy's curriculum:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bible:&lt;/span&gt; study a scripture based on a God story; start the school day with prayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Social Studies&lt;/span&gt;: read about other cultures, study the month and meaning of holidays, special occasions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Science:&lt;/span&gt; study animals, plants and solar system, experimentation, colors, temperature, weather, seasons, cooking/baking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Language arts:&lt;/span&gt; phonics, sight words, reading, writing, organizing, oral skills, listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Health/PE: &lt;/span&gt;grooming, body parts, safety, physical fitness (learn and participate in a sport)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Math:&lt;/span&gt; counting beyond 20, sequence, patterns, money denominations, basic problem-solving, calendar, clock reading, more and less than&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Music:&lt;/span&gt; we enjoy all kinds of music from classical, opera and country to pop and rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 hours a day:&lt;br /&gt;Bible: 15 min&lt;br /&gt; SS: 15 min&lt;br /&gt; Science: 15 min&lt;br /&gt; Math: 30 min&lt;br /&gt;    (Break: 30 min of play)&lt;br /&gt;L.A.: read books 30 min, write 15 min, phonics and sight words 15 min = 1 hour&lt;br /&gt; P.E.: 30-45 min of one-on-one physical fitness (soccer, golf, running, tumbling, dancing, swimming)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-6236249996473171864?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/6236249996473171864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-to-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/6236249996473171864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/6236249996473171864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-5667595315539016006</id><published>2009-08-26T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T08:17:32.437-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>Thank God for miracles</title><content type='html'>Our neighbors Steve and Sherry Morton lost their son Steven -- but only for 30 minutes when he was resusitated and brought back to life. Miraculously no brain damage and he is doing just fine. Everyone on our street is celebrating life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-5667595315539016006?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5667595315539016006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2009/08/thank-god-for-miracles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/5667595315539016006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/5667595315539016006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2009/08/thank-god-for-miracles.html' title='Thank God for miracles'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-5561399644631368207</id><published>2009-08-26T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T08:17:59.210-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giselle'/><title type='text'>August Update</title><content type='html'>August has been filled with ups and downs ... from stressful work days to exciting milestones like Gabriel turning five years old and Giselle beginning to army crawl all in the same day. My kids are growing up and make our days joyful, interesting and of course hard on occasions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gabriel loves Chuck E. Cheese's and tells us "It's not just about cheese you know." However, he will most likely be an inventor or baker when he grows up going by what he is most interested in right now -- not counting his Bakugan's and cars of course.  His latest invention is the "Super Double Scizor" - scissors with three blades. Not sure that would work, but love that his mind is always thinking. He says he's the "Ideamaker!" I guess he thought it was a good idea when he made "water art" as he called it on my kitchen walls. I'm just thankful it wasn't markers or water colors. He's full of ideas...and questions....one morning he crawls into bed with me and asks so randomly, "Mommy, what would happen if people's feet were on backwards?" I've never thought of this, but I guess we would all fall down. He also hides things in interesting areas. We found all his little soldiers stuffed into his golf club cover. One day Jim couldn't find his keys and wallet -- Gabriel had placed them into a kitchen drawer. Now we ask him when we can't find something because who knows if he has strategically placed them into something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite day of the week is Saturday mornings when our little hyper active tornado runs into our room to come snuggle with us. He immediately goes to Giselle's crib to see if she is "waked" up yet. We put the smiling baby between us and the four of us have a good laugh with him jumping, kissing her feet and her smiling and laughing at him. I keep thinking he will scare her, but he hasn't yet, in fact, she finds him endless entertainment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giselle is doing great and is just the happiest baby on the block -- and I didn't even have to use Dr. Karp's five step approach to calm fussy and colic babies..the author of "Happiest Baby on the Block". She smiles at everyone and only fusses at night when she has trouble settling herself down to sleep. But when she does cry, we just want to pull our hair out -- it's so hard to listen to a baby cry. I tell people the government should use that as a tactic to have enemies listen to a cry in a small room and they'll start talking in any interrogation situation. She's eating solids now, army crawling, puts everything in her mouth and is still a slobber goose. We all still call her Gisellie and we love her so much. She is such an added joy and blessing to our family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, all this sounds good, right? What about the down part of August's ups and downs? My former boss, Critt Graham died on August 1st. He is the reason I am where I am in my career and he was such a great man. He has had a tremendous impact in the design community in Atlanta and will be greatly and deeply missed. Recession has hit hard and we're all working harder for less money, but I suspect that things will brighten up in the next few months if we can sustain. But the added stress has taken a toll on me and I'm trying to find ways to deal with it. Coupled with sleep deprivation and it makes it difficult, but I did manage to make it to a dance class twice and hope to take up yoga. Then, we were to head out to the beach for my birthday weekend -- we were all packed up and instead of driving to FL, we drove to the ER for Jim's stomach pain. They are running more tests and now that we have a new doctor who is willing to explore alternative solutions they will do a colonoscopy instead of rushing into a third surgery. So we stayed home and once he got out of the hospital, he and Gabriel baked me a brick, I mean, cake. I felt bad because it took them four hours, but I guess it's the thought that counts. (Addendum: Jim wanted me to add in here that the cake was overbaked due to the recipe being wrong...hehe. He's been on a quest ever since to make the perfect cake - yes I married a perfectionist!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll end on a good note, and that was Gabriel's birthday party. It was the highlight of the month -- and we all have been enjoying Pirate cake made by Publix (leave the bricks to Jimmy).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-5561399644631368207?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5561399644631368207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2009/08/august-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/5561399644631368207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/5561399644631368207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2009/08/august-update.html' title='August Update'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-7347869467608636569</id><published>2009-08-22T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T08:18:15.034-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>Gabriel's 5th Birthday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Happy 5th Birthday Gabriel!!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;We had a pirate-themed slip-n-slide birthday party for Gabriel here at the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Here are some of Gabriel's stats:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Height&lt;/span&gt; -- 3' 5"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Weight&lt;/span&gt; -- 38 pounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Shoe size &lt;/span&gt;-- 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Pant size -- either 5 T or xsmall boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Shirt size &lt;/span&gt;-- 5 T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Favorite book&lt;/span&gt; -- "I Like Bugs" (He can read three or four books)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Favorite food&lt;/span&gt; -- Mashed potatoes with gravy (and Macaroni and cheese)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Favorite treat&lt;/span&gt; -- Icecream (nothing has changed here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Favorite word&lt;/span&gt; -- "Well..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Favorite saying &lt;/span&gt;-- 'BWaaaa" as he yelps at Giselle to try to make her laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Favorite movie(s)&lt;/span&gt; -- Ratatouille (or Flushed Away, Cars, or Horton Hears a Who)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Favorite thing to do&lt;/span&gt; -- Pretend like he is a robot transformer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Favorite Toys&lt;/span&gt; -- Bakugan's, puzzles, books, Pixo's, Bendaroos, Tonka BounceBack Racer and any cars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Activities &lt;/span&gt;-- water park, bowling, soccer, playgrounds, Stone Mountain especially Big Barn of Fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Interests&lt;/span&gt; -- in God, in cooking and baking, in the planets and science, computer games, jumping around and making Giselle laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-7347869467608636569?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7347869467608636569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2009/08/gabriels-5th-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/7347869467608636569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/7347869467608636569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2009/08/gabriels-5th-birthday.html' title='Gabriel&apos;s 5th Birthday!!'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-1951799254553236521</id><published>2009-08-16T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T08:18:29.198-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marcy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthdays'/><title type='text'>My beach --um--ER birthday</title><content type='html'>We were all packed up and heading to the Pensacola area to spend time with our friend Michelle and enjoy the beach for my birthday when Jim's stomach began giving him extreme pain again. Our trip was to Piedmont Hospital Emergency Room instead. I think Jim has been to every hospital here in Atlanta now for his stomach issues: Northside, Dekalb, St. Joe's and now Piedmont.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-1951799254553236521?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/1951799254553236521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-beach-um-er-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/1951799254553236521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/1951799254553236521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-beach-um-er-birthday.html' title='My beach --um--ER birthday'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-3187501192329230327</id><published>2009-08-09T13:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T08:18:54.581-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Gabriel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giselle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Day in the Life'/><title type='text'>A Day in the Life - Sunday, Aug 9, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My mom asked what the kids do each day so I decided to pick a typical day and chronicle all that we do. Apologize in advance for the length and if it puts you right to sleep ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2:30 am&lt;/span&gt; – Gabriel wakes up yelling "Mommy, Mommy!" I go in to see what is wrong a&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/Sn925tDY-7I/AAAAAAAABxc/W4X6kldmgvA/s1600-h/IMG_3573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/Sn925tDY-7I/AAAAAAAABxc/W4X6kldmgvA/s200/IMG_3573.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368140014567357362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nd he tells me he has had a bad dream about a snake trying to get him at Chuck E Cheese. I lay down with him for a few minutes and he goes back to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5:15 am&lt;/span&gt; – Giselle wakes up to nurse - this only takes about 15 minutes and we're both back to sleep by 5:30 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8:45&lt;/span&gt; – Normally Gabriel is in our bed with us at 7:45 am snuggling and chattering away but this morning I wake up and hear him downstairs playing and Giselle's movements in her crib which is parked right next to my bed. I get up to see what each is doing - Gabriel is playing with his &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/Sn94QORWipI/AAAAAAAABxk/rNYB0t84KD4/s1600-h/IMG_3587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/Sn94QORWipI/AAAAAAAABxk/rNYB0t84KD4/s200/IMG_3587.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368141500953037458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;new toy Bakugan's that I got him the day before (has new curb appeal) and Giselle smiles at me and sucks her thumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9:00&lt;/span&gt; – I nurse Giselle while sitting on my bed. By this time Gabriel is there with me and kisses her feet. This is distracting to her because she loves her big brother so I ask him to stop until I'm done feeding his sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9:15&lt;/span&gt; – I ask Gabriel to get dressed and I do the same so we can go downstairs to make breakfast. Jimmy always has a hard time sleeping so he mumbles from the bed something about "there's eggs in the fridge." Gabriel says "I'm allergic to eggs." I asked him what else he is allergic to in order to have him learn of things he can and can not eat. He says "Peanut butter and also germs." I laughed and said I think everyone is allergic to germs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9:30 –&lt;/span&gt; Gabriel has his toys at the breakfast table and we've told him he is not allowed to have toys at the table so I take them and put them away until later. I serve Gabriel hot toast with Smart Balance butter, bananas and Rice milk. He says the bananas are "too mushy with brown spots" so I mush them even more and give about four spoonfuls to Giselle. I put her in the purple Bumbo seat and she is grabbing things now -- she grabs Gabriel's milk and it spills. Gabriel worried Daddy will think it's him that made a mess says "We need to tell Daddy the truth." He finishes eating his toast sans the crust which he politely gives to me. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/Sn95PEAq9lI/AAAAAAAABxs/19YANmYuYjI/s1600-h/IMG_3591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/Sn95PEAq9lI/AAAAAAAABxs/19YANmYuYjI/s200/IMG_3591.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368142580530476626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/Sn95743H96I/AAAAAAAABx0/VHV3nC_1LcU/s1600-h/IMG_3597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/Sn95743H96I/AAAAAAAABx0/VHV3nC_1LcU/s200/IMG_3597.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368143350631757730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm full from eating his other piece of toast that he didn't want so they go into the compost pile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9:45&lt;/span&gt; – I have Gabriel read two books to me (Bisquit and I like Bugs) -- this is my way to have him earn his Bakugan toys back for having them at the breakfast table. Jim wakes up and joins us in the kitchen. Gabriel informs everyone he has to go poopy and exclaims that he will wipe his own bottom. I'm thrilled because he will be five this month and think he is old enough to do a good job at wiping his own butt. :) He comes running out -- I still of course have to remind him to wash his hands afterwards. ugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10:00&lt;/span&gt; – I put Giselle down for a nap and have Gabriel clean up his room while Jim and I work in the kitchen. Jim is making scrambles eggs and I start to clean. Gabriel is yelling upstairs trying to tell me something. I think he is going to wake the baby so I go up there to tell him to stop yelling and I end up helping him clean his room. He had made some progress but thought it would go much faster if I helped. (I secretly like cleaning up his room out of all the rooms of the house, but know it's important for him to clean up his own areas as a way of being part of the family). Gabriel is in a really good mood and does the cleaning very enthusiastically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10:20&lt;/span&gt; – We both clean the toy/play area/ "family room" together. Gabriel says to me "I'm gonna talk to God." I said "Oh yea?" he says "Yes, I want to ask him to heal my boo-boo." I look down and see blood on his leg. He must have scratched it so hard that he made himself bleed. Gabriel proceeds almost in a whisper without hesitating "God, please heal my boo-boo. In Jesus name." Then he looks at me and says "Wow! That really works!" Then continues to bounce around the house (and off the walls) as he always does. I get out the vacuum cleaner and asked if Gabriel wanted to vacuum since he loves to help out. He said "No thanks, I want to play vacuum cleaner tag." I learned that means I do all the vacuuming and he runs around the room trying not to get "tagged" by the vacuum. I, of course, make sure to find him a few times. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11:15&lt;/span&gt; – Giselle wakes up and the only way we knew it was because Jim peeked into her crib -- she was just looking around. When she saw him she smiles. She is always happy to go down forher naps and easily wakes up happy. I change her diaper and place her in the exersaucer so I can have a potty break. Gabriel decides to ride his bike around the house since it's clean and there is room now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/Sn97JZgC-5I/AAAAAAAABx8/p0Yq07Cl-rQ/s1600-h/IMG_3607.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/Sn97JZgC-5I/AAAAAAAABx8/p0Yq07Cl-rQ/s200/IMG_3607.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368144682243259282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11:30&lt;/span&gt; – I change Giselle into clean and dry clothes (she's a slobber-goose) and make sure they are pretty since we're going to pick up Aunti Michelle at the airport.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11:35&lt;/span&gt; – She's in her car seat carrier, Gabriel has his shoes on, my purse in on shoulder but we can't leave because Jim can't find his keys and cell phone. After a few minutes of looking Gabriel finally pipes up and says "Oh, I know where they are" -- he points Jim to the kitchen island where Gabriel had placed them earlier in a drawer. Mental note to ask Gabriel when you can't find something - he loves sticking things in interesting places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11:41&lt;/span&gt; – We are all buckled in and off we go -- but wait, we're stopped so Jim can pull his cell phone out of pocket so he can charge his phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11:55&lt;/span&gt; – Giselle is cranky and it's time to nurse. Jim pulls off into a parking lot so I can nurse her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12:05 PM&lt;/span&gt; – On the interstate now with happy baby and happy little boy who is still playing with his Bakugan's and etch-a-sketch. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/Sn-KysbtL_I/AAAAAAAAB0E/0LIIBIfDiic/s1600-h/IMG_3618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/Sn-KysbtL_I/AAAAAAAAB0E/0LIIBIfDiic/s200/IMG_3618.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368161884374380530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gabriel is excited to see his Aunti Michelle and he is also excited to be riding in the "diamond lane" (HOV lane).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12:25&lt;/span&gt; – Giselle drifts off to sleep and we pull up to pick up Michelle. I put her in the back seat so she can see and spend time with the kids since our trip together is a short one. Might have been a mistake because Giselle startles awake and is in full crying. Jim pulls off on the shoulder of the highway so Michelle and I can do an indian fire drill. I go to the back so I can man the binky and try to settle her down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1:00 PM&lt;/span&gt; – We arrive at Atlantic Station and eat at boneheads. Gabriel pours more and more ketchup for his french fries - more than he needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/Sn98Bs29pxI/AAAAAAAAByE/E4iLMfU0968/s1600-h/IMG_3623.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/Sn98Bs29pxI/AAAAAAAAByE/E4iLMfU0968/s320/IMG_3623.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368145649512326930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1:50&lt;/span&gt; – We walk through the blazing hot weather through the market vendors back to the car and Michelle realizes she forgot her purse in the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2:00&lt;/span&gt; – We head over to Target so Michelle can buy Gabriel his birthday gift. She won't be here on his birthday and wants to give it to him now. Oops - nope, change of plans, we need to go to Jim's clients home, Nancy Wood, so he may put water on her grass. He has recently placed sod for her, she is out of town and he doesn't want it to dry up or die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2:12 &lt;/span&gt;– Giselle nods off finally while Jim waters the lawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/Sn-FlsuWvcI/AAAAAAAAByM/AlbkA4ICV_c/s1600-h/IMG_3625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/Sn-FlsuWvcI/AAAAAAAAByM/AlbkA4ICV_c/s200/IMG_3625.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368156163556163010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2:30&lt;/span&gt; – At Wal-Mart looking for the Tonka Bounce Back Racer. This is the toy Gabriel has said he wanted for months now. He is very excited. Unfortunately, they do not have it. We all don't give up hope and I begin my journey on finding a Target that may have one.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/Sn-G0taFONI/AAAAAAAAByU/isjUn0VsyBA/s1600-h/IMG_3627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/Sn-G0taFONI/AAAAAAAAByU/isjUn0VsyBA/s200/IMG_3627.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368157520949229778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2:45&lt;/span&gt; – We went back to Jim's client's home so he could turn off the watering system - meanwhile I call three other Targets to see if they have it. No luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3:10&lt;/span&gt; – Jim thought to call Toys R Us (or Toys To Go as he refers to them) to see if they have one. After the long hold and anticipation, we learn they have 10 on the floor. We head on over to check it out. On the way Michelle asks if Giselle is awake - I say she is and Michelle is surprised. She comments on how Michael (her late son) would wake up crying and how Giselle isn't making a peep.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/Sn-G1N4Ri-I/AAAAAAAAByc/z2bZAuOzqx0/s1600-h/IMG_3629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/Sn-G1N4Ri-I/AAAAAAAAByc/z2bZAuOzqx0/s200/IMG_3629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368157529665801186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3:30&lt;/span&gt; – Success!! We found it - wasn't easy locating it in the store. Glad I had called ahead of time or we may have given up, but since we knew they had some we were tenacious. Bought it and a Googly ball that lights up and are heading back to our home now. Whew! We need to go home so I can nurse Giselle and get a good nap.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/Sn-G1Yz0TLI/AAAAAAAAByk/_VquHDslQ9k/s1600-h/IMG_3633.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/Sn-G1Yz0TLI/AAAAAAAAByk/_VquHDslQ9k/s200/IMG_3633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368157532599897266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/Sn-G1sNttfI/AAAAAAAABys/FfVHxUVbwGo/s1600-h/IMG_3637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/Sn-G1sNttfI/AAAAAAAABys/FfVHxUVbwGo/s200/IMG_3637.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368157537808791026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3:50&lt;/span&gt; – We're home and three adults are trying to open the packaging, finding batteries and unscrewing parts in order to get this toy to work. Let's see how long this takes! :0)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/Sn-G2MI4tSI/AAAAAAAABy0/VBJO7P248Rk/s1600-h/IMG_3639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/Sn-G2MI4tSI/AAAAAAAABy0/VBJO7P248Rk/s200/IMG_3639.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368157546378474786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4:05&lt;/span&gt; – We have a Bounce Back Racer - and it only took 15 mintues to put together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4:15&lt;/span&gt; – I go upstairs to charge my phone and to nurse Giselle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4:30&lt;/span&gt; – We take pictures and then say our good-byes to Michelle. Jim takes her to Emory Hotel while I put Giselle down for a nap, Gabriel plays downstairs and I catch up on Facebook and blogging.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/Sn-KwwAlu5I/AAAAAAAABzk/VwwKezS1mSc/s1600-h/IMG_3646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/Sn-KwwAlu5I/AAAAAAAABzk/VwwKezS1mSc/s200/IMG_3646.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368161850974649234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5:00&lt;/span&gt; – Uncle Matt arrives and I hear Shawna in the shower. We didn't have church this morning like we normally do so we will probably have it when Jim gets back. Giselle is cackling in her crib - I hope she can work herself back to sleep. She sure needs it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5:30&lt;/span&gt; – We gather in the living room and begin praying together. We talk about how it's been a hard week and then begin worshipping the Lord. Gabriel is playing on the floor in front of us with, yep, you guessed it, his Bakugan's. He interrupts by saying "Mom" -- I'm curious as to what he is going to say next because he normally says Mama or Mommy. "I really need to go to Sean's house." This is his little friend up the street. I explain Sean is starting school tomorrow and is probably getting ready for the big day. We continue singing and then Jim ministers about "seeking God diligently" and has us read Hebrews 11:6. He says if I want to bring in a big account to sustain Point of Vision that I need to bombard the heavens expecting God to provide using that scripture as a contract. Gabriel keeps telling me he is hungry so I give him a few crackers and cheese to hold him over until dinner. We look up the definition to be "diligent" and it says to crave.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/Sn-JRkayNjI/AAAAAAAABzc/hUOd4PBheQI/s1600-h/IMG_3656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/Sn-JRkayNjI/AAAAAAAABzc/hUOd4PBheQI/s200/IMG_3656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368160215775721010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6:35 PM&lt;/span&gt; – We are all hungry so we wrap up prayer and discussion to go to Zucca in Decatur to get a pepperoni pizza. Yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6:45&lt;/span&gt; – It takes us 10 minutes to get out the door due to most of us needing to go tinkle. Jim and I drive in a peaceful car -- it's been another whirlwind day and we both enjoy the calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7:00&lt;/span&gt; – I drop off Jim and the kids at the front door so he can go in and order while I park. This makes it much easier and faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7:10&lt;/span&gt; – Jim and I dive into our Caesar salad we are sharing while Giselle looks at us with smiles from her car seat parked on the table and Gabriel plays with the menu.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/Sn-JRNskd8I/AAAAAAAABzU/3_NIJW3xVxo/s1600-h/IMG_3658.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/Sn-JRNskd8I/AAAAAAAABzU/3_NIJW3xVxo/s200/IMG_3658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368160209676302274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7:10&lt;/span&gt; – We all devour pepperoni pizza and water. Water is one way we can save money instead of buying soft drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7:30&lt;/span&gt; – I nurse Giselle who was watching us eat intently and smacking her lips. I don't have a blanket so Jim holds up a napkin so I can be somewhat discreet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7:45&lt;/span&gt; – We're done and we're trying pay, but Gabriel has gone to the table next to us since the T.V. is there and it has what he calls a "Grandma" movie on...it's A Shark's Tale and he watched it at Grandma's house before.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/Sn-JQ9GZFmI/AAAAAAAABzM/k7AaNiXKxjU/s1600-h/IMG_3661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/Sn-JQ9GZFmI/AAAAAAAABzM/k7AaNiXKxjU/s200/IMG_3661.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368160205221205602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/Sn-JQWeFJJI/AAAAAAAABzE/N3cuoZ5JK-8/s1600-h/IMG_3664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/Sn-JQWeFJJI/AAAAAAAABzE/N3cuoZ5JK-8/s200/IMG_3664.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368160194851579026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8:00&lt;/span&gt; – We meet a family in the parking deck who seem really nice -- Dave, Jenny, Noah and Emma. He is opening a restaurant in Decatur and he and Jim exchange numbers so they can play golf.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/Sn-JQMv9-XI/AAAAAAAABy8/97knMnGtkAw/s1600-h/IMG_3666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/Sn-JQMv9-XI/AAAAAAAABy8/97knMnGtkAw/s200/IMG_3666.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368160192242252146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gabriel does something super sweet and gives the three year old boy his new Bakugan toy. Jim and I are so proud of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8:30&lt;/span&gt; – We drive home and Giselle is fussy. She normally has a jar of veggies by 8:00 and in bed by 8:30. Jim stops off the side of the road so I can jump into the back seat and feed her the jar that is in my purse. She was happy to have it. Our conversation in the car revolves around loving people and how sometimes that comes with a sacrifice - and in this instance to making bedtimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8:45&lt;/span&gt; – We change Giselle for night-night &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/Sn-KyGE6k3I/AAAAAAAABz8/2mD3ixLiu_w/s1600-h/IMG_3667.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/Sn-KyGE6k3I/AAAAAAAABz8/2mD3ixLiu_w/s200/IMG_3667.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368161874078241650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and Jim puts Gabriel to bed by telling him as Gabriel says "Awesome make up stories" and we head off to our room for some peace and quiet. Normally I read him a book and Gabriel reads me a book and Jim is the "closer" but tonight since it's late we skip baths and go right to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/Sn-KxuqxoJI/AAAAAAAABz0/LOOXDJf5ZHA/s1600-h/IMG_3668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/Sn-KxuqxoJI/AAAAAAAABz0/LOOXDJf5ZHA/s200/IMG_3668.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368161867794587794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/Sn-KxUE0RNI/AAAAAAAABzs/Fsbcz1IoviA/s1600-h/IMG_3669.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/Sn-KxUE0RNI/AAAAAAAABzs/Fsbcz1IoviA/s200/IMG_3669.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368161860656055506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9:00 PM&lt;/span&gt; – I can now type up this blog posting - next I'll take a shower, do a little work (need to post a set of wireframes for the client) and then off to dream land.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-3187501192329230327?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/3187501192329230327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-in-life-sunday-aug-9-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/3187501192329230327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/3187501192329230327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2009/08/day-in-life-sunday-aug-9-2009.html' title='A Day in the Life - Sunday, Aug 9, 2009'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/Sn925tDY-7I/AAAAAAAABxc/W4X6kldmgvA/s72-c/IMG_3573.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-2394291015068820883</id><published>2009-07-27T12:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T08:19:03.559-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Giselle'/><title type='text'>Giselle four month stats</title><content type='html'>Giselle is 13 pounds and is in the 50% for weight. Is really long and thin - 95%. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This month: started eating rice cereal and stopped sleeping at night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-2394291015068820883?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/2394291015068820883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2009/07/giselle-four-month-stats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/2394291015068820883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/2394291015068820883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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time of our married life, but all is well. We're taking a hard look at all of our finances and slashing things we don't absolutely need, renegotiating with those who are accepting and making smart decisions. One was buying a new car. My 11 year old Honda CR-V served us well, but was on it's way out. So for safety and many other reasons we purchased a 2010 Toyota Prius. We absolutely love this futuristic car that gets 51 MPG!! Gabriel calls it a spaceship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of stress at work and home life, there are many things to celebrate and be thankful for. My friend Matt is getting married this year to sweet Katherine. My friend Michelle just told me she is getting married early of next year and our kids are absolutely beautiful, healthy, sweet and funny. Gabriel says to me at a public restroom with the automatic toilets. "How did it know I was done? It's like magic!" And yesterday morning crawling in to bed with me randomly asks, "What would happen if our feet were on backwards?" He still loves his little sister and loves his role of being a big brother. He is reading more and more and we're so proud of him.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/Sk4HWvxeKMI/AAAAAAAABYs/CmTeCqChfBA/s1600-h/gabriel:giselle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/Sk4HWvxeKMI/AAAAAAAABYs/CmTeCqChfBA/s320/gabriel:giselle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354225094352578754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giselle is rolling over front to back AND back to front really well now. In fact, I think that is her favorite spot to be on her tummy. She has been sleeping on her belly now and the swaddle blanket has gone bye-bye. Loves her daddy and still wakes up smiling in the mornings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-5342530437388708279?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5342530437388708279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2009/07/giselle-turns-4-months-old-and-we-buy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/5342530437388708279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/5342530437388708279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2009/07/giselle-turns-4-months-old-and-we-buy.html' title='Giselle turns 4 months old and we buy a new car'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/Sk4HFUSqYlI/AAAAAAAABYk/i1XB_SvDOrE/s72-c/new+car.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-5340329521912043560</id><published>2009-06-24T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T08:20:09.256-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marcy'/><title type='text'>Stronger, Smarter and ... Sweatier</title><content type='html'>If you aren't a rock or haven't been living under one, you know that we are experiencing quite a significant economic downturn. I remember downplaying it last October when everyone was talking about recession coming, but here we are staring it in the face. It's times like these that make me appreciate what our grandparents and even Jim's folks must have gone through during the depression. I get the sense that we could be standing in line to buy bread somewhere in the coming months. Regardless of how hard it is right now, I surprisingly remain optimistic that things will turn about soon as they always do and I feel quite positive. I feel stronger for having to go through it -- and would even go as far as saying I'm almost thankful that we are going through it. As they say, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"what doesn't kill you will only make you stronger."&lt;/span&gt; Well, I'm still alive and I choose to remain strong and survive no matter what. It's forcing us to look at our life under a microscope and re-evaluate what is really necessary to live and what really matters the most. We are making smarter decisions. We didn't really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;need&lt;/span&gt; DirecTV and we found out Allstate was gouging us and have knocked off $400 our monthly bill. Next is to get the home refinanced and take advantage of offers. I'm not going to sugar-coat it that much because I'd be lying if I didn't like some of the luxuries we've grown accustomed to, but really we just need a roof over our head, clothes on our back and food on the table - everything else I now see as icing on the cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've gone through hard times before. When we were first married we rubbed two pennies together to buy .99¢ spaghetti dinners. And 2001 was a hard year for everyone with 9/11, but especially for us with the passing of our 15 year-old nephew, followed by my aunt and then my daddy all within weeks of each other. 2003 is a year that will always remain infamous as that was the year of our miscarriage, our dog Nutmeg was killed tragically at the same time that Jim's hernia operation went array as we were purchasing and moving into our first home. That may have been the hardest time of our lives. But we got through it and it makes us appreciate the good things in life. Each "hard" time is different - and this one is full of uncertainty of the future, but also filled with opportunity and challenges. You just have to dig down deep and find the strength to rise and meet them. Each day has been throwing me a curve ball ... from work stress, nursing stressors, and personal financial stress. Mostly knocking each one out of the park as they come and hoping to keep that luck and momentum, but here I am sitting at my computer at 1 am with my entire family sleeping downstairs on floors and sofas because it's slightly cooler. You see, our air conditioner broke today. Another $1,500 repair no doubt. And while a small part of me wants to whine, the larger (and sweatier part) rises up within me and attacks it once again, head on, without fear, knowing our God will take care of us and we have the love of each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel stronger, smarter and sweatier.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-5340329521912043560?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/5340329521912043560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2009/06/stronger-smarter-and-sweatier.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/5340329521912043560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/5340329521912043560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2009/06/stronger-smarter-and-sweatier.html' title='Stronger, Smarter and ... Sweatier'/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5430644128692467148.post-7458204671566842542</id><published>2009-06-11T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T08:20:22.622-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SjG0Mob3t-I/AAAAAAAABLw/CIJJcVPU8-8/s1600-h/grandma2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SjG0Mob3t-I/AAAAAAAABLw/CIJJcVPU8-8/s320/grandma2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346252361771235298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SjG0Ma0xdAI/AAAAAAAABLo/3v9MqDYCjQM/s1600-h/grandma.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SjG0Ma0xdAI/AAAAAAAABLo/3v9MqDYCjQM/s320/grandma.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346252358117585922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom came to visit. She helped me clean out the basement of 100 boxes and had a garage sale. She and Giselle finally meet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5430644128692467148-7458204671566842542?l=pettsplace.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/feeds/7458204671566842542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-mom-came-to-visit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/7458204671566842542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5430644128692467148/posts/default/7458204671566842542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pettsplace.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-mom-came-to-visit.html' title=''/><author><name>Marcy Pett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07622580719792505056</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SYezJYij78I/AAAAAAAAAPo/5OzXjaC1D8c/S220/marcypic3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_uVNVPU_70rk/SjG0Mob3t-I/AAAAAAAABLw/CIJJcVPU8-8/s72-c/grandma2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
