<?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-1185935875839249069</id><updated>2011-12-19T22:54:51.276-05:00</updated><category term='childhood'/><category term='Random'/><category term='how you are'/><category term='silly'/><category term='Alena'/><category term='animals'/><category term='kindergarten'/><category term='books'/><category term='rotten boy'/><category term='shopping'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='art'/><category term='winter'/><category term='crazy'/><category term='photos'/><category term='Trace'/><category term='hair'/><category term='relax'/><category term='Fair'/><category term='Alivia'/><category term='home'/><category term='preschool'/><category term='summer'/><category term='nativity'/><category term='dancing'/><category term='zoo'/><category term='girls'/><category term='Kings Island'/><category term='out and about'/><category term='Halloween'/><category term='clothes'/><category term='ducks'/><category term='family'/><category term='video'/><category term='Steelers'/><category term='Alysse'/><category term='bed'/><category term='teaching'/><category term='growing up'/><category term='bedroom'/><category term='first day'/><category term='horse'/><category term='tooth fairy'/><category term='fireworks'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='sickness'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='politics'/><category term='milestones'/><category term='games'/><category term='music'/><category term='school'/><category term='Fun'/><category term='not fun'/><category term='Fourth of July'/><category term='advent'/><category term='toys'/><category term='Valentine&apos;s Day'/><category term='swimming'/><category term='outdoors'/><category term='dentist'/><category term='potty training'/><category term='Easter'/><category term='Grandparents'/><category term='writing'/><category term='love'/><title type='text'>Three drama queens and a little cowboy</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>419</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-937920200504260007</id><published>2011-12-19T22:42:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T22:54:51.284-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 19</title><content type='html'>This surprise just may be the hit of the year. To understand, though, let's get a little backstory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows the antlers and reindeer noses you can spot on cars here and there around town during the holidays. Trace has taken a serious liking to these automobile decorations. As in, a liking that nearly causes me a stroke every time he spies a reindeer themed car ... pointing, shouting, sheer delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pjXvSUoSi_c/TvAEe_BfIRI/AAAAAAAAC6k/LEbhj6f7J1w/s1600/Countdown2011_19.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pjXvSUoSi_c/TvAEe_BfIRI/AAAAAAAAC6k/LEbhj6f7J1w/s400/Countdown2011_19.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688051259729191186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Having realized his fascination with stuffed antlers on passenger windows and a big red nose on the grill wasn't waning during December, I told him if we came across a set, I'd just have to get it so HE could ride around in a reindeer car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cg_-FXadt38/TvAEU0rmouI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/LjP5UALkrgM/s1600/Countdown2011_19_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cg_-FXadt38/TvAEU0rmouI/AAAAAAAAC6Y/LjP5UALkrgM/s400/Countdown2011_19_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688051085154362082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, he came across a set in package number 19. Everyone was thrilled with the contents, but Trace found it necessary to bust out in dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Suburban reindeer is suited up and ready to take flight to preschool tomorrow morning, and Trace can't wait for the ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-937920200504260007?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/937920200504260007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=937920200504260007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/937920200504260007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/937920200504260007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-countdown-day-19.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 19'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pjXvSUoSi_c/TvAEe_BfIRI/AAAAAAAAC6k/LEbhj6f7J1w/s72-c/Countdown2011_19.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-3122942460474903402</id><published>2011-12-19T22:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T22:42:11.506-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 18</title><content type='html'>We were missing an unwrapper for package 18 ... wiped out from a stomach bug. And, the remainders were pretty wiped out themselves from traveling, celebrating and much unwrapping during the day's Christmas party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jh1SIHuvvXY/TvADZTXj9AI/AAAAAAAAC6M/lKk-ks0cRfs/s1600/Countdown2011_18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jh1SIHuvvXY/TvADZTXj9AI/AAAAAAAAC6M/lKk-ks0cRfs/s400/Countdown2011_18.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688050062599648258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They didn't wager to make any guesses, as the clue had them stumped. What they found inside was another addition to their holiday village scene. This time a school, to add its light to their little growing town.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-3122942460474903402?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/3122942460474903402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=3122942460474903402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/3122942460474903402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/3122942460474903402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-countdown-day-18.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 18'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jh1SIHuvvXY/TvADZTXj9AI/AAAAAAAAC6M/lKk-ks0cRfs/s72-c/Countdown2011_18.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-751707104764278541</id><published>2011-12-17T20:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T20:46:36.501-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 17</title><content type='html'>"Head, shoulders, knees and ???"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were all over that clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NkOH1vwzDTU/Tu1FD6jJApI/AAAAAAAAC6A/gUXuOFIR1CM/s1600/Countdown2011_17.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NkOH1vwzDTU/Tu1FD6jJApI/AAAAAAAAC6A/gUXuOFIR1CM/s400/Countdown2011_17.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5687277837997376146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And to their credit, they were accurate in guessing socks when they tore the paper away. Wrapped inside, they found socks of all kinds, including toe socks which are a new phenomenon in our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will now be very warm toes around these parts sporting everything from holiday stripes to polar bears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-751707104764278541?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/751707104764278541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=751707104764278541' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/751707104764278541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/751707104764278541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-countdown-day-17.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 17'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NkOH1vwzDTU/Tu1FD6jJApI/AAAAAAAAC6A/gUXuOFIR1CM/s72-c/Countdown2011_17.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-2865736734959151279</id><published>2011-12-17T20:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T20:41:45.969-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 16</title><content type='html'>Imagine me saying bad things about blogger here. There were no photos for day 16, but instead video clips of everyone USING their gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clips are funny, amusing and somewhat hard on the ears, but the world will never experience them as I can't get them to upload properly. Instead you are left to imagine Alena portraying Taylor Swift in singing "Last Christmas"; Alivia singing "Happy Birthday to You"; Alysse singing "We Wish You a Merry Christmas"; and Trace singing "Red Solo Cup" all in an elf-like voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Package number 16 contained four Merry-Okee microphones. The just is that you sing in the microphone and it's able to output your voice in elf version. They were a huge hit, and the fun was captured much more accurately in video format than photos. That is, if you can get your videos to load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At any rate, the singing continues, and chances are the world is better for not having seen and heard our video footage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-2865736734959151279?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/2865736734959151279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=2865736734959151279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/2865736734959151279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/2865736734959151279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-countdown-day-16.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 16'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-317031574407799113</id><published>2011-12-16T21:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T21:25:11.684-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 15</title><content type='html'>The guesses on this one were sketchy and random, except for Trace. The hint read "Every village needs one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was convinced it would be a monster truck. I suppose every village does, in fact, need a monster truck, especially in the world of a little boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d3hq2CdNyXU/Tuv8c-coIDI/AAAAAAAAC50/RnxixKw55F4/s1600/Countdown2011_15.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d3hq2CdNyXU/Tuv8c-coIDI/AAAAAAAAC50/RnxixKw55F4/s400/Countdown2011_15.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686916529214988338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While the village addition was an animal care building instead of anything with four-wheel drive, it was welcomed to the neighbor just the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-317031574407799113?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/317031574407799113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=317031574407799113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/317031574407799113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/317031574407799113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-countdown-day-15.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 15'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d3hq2CdNyXU/Tuv8c-coIDI/AAAAAAAAC50/RnxixKw55F4/s72-c/Countdown2011_15.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-6805817848355777209</id><published>2011-12-14T20:49:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T20:58:51.944-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 14</title><content type='html'>Today's surprise was a real treat. Something simple that will bring much entertainment ... small tablets of holiday pictures to paint. The kids have experience with these paint-right-on-the-page, all-you-need-is-Q-tips type of activities, and LOVE them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KR9oUL7NSxA/TulSb93yFTI/AAAAAAAAC5s/BxB7Z1JJw00/s1600/Countdown2011_14.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KR9oUL7NSxA/TulSb93yFTI/AAAAAAAAC5s/BxB7Z1JJw00/s400/Countdown2011_14.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686166644950439218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alivia, and her inner artist, was especially thrilled. I have no doubt she'll have no fewer than a dozen of these babies painted by dinner tomorrow night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--RUr-L2ymew/TulSQHx12CI/AAAAAAAAC5c/A4om2WkDQ_M/s1600/Countdown2011_14_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--RUr-L2ymew/TulSQHx12CI/AAAAAAAAC5c/A4om2WkDQ_M/s400/Countdown2011_14_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686166441451444258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-6805817848355777209?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/6805817848355777209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=6805817848355777209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/6805817848355777209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/6805817848355777209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-countdown-day-14.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 14'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KR9oUL7NSxA/TulSb93yFTI/AAAAAAAAC5s/BxB7Z1JJw00/s72-c/Countdown2011_14.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-6292798867127903519</id><published>2011-12-13T21:07:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T21:21:32.797-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 13</title><content type='html'>For all her brain power and creative ideas, there are times when it all goes out the window with Alivia. Asked what she thought might be in the package tagged "sometimes you just need to laugh," her response was "something silly." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The term "Captain Obvious" comes to mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-27nJ9CqdDPw/TugFIMBazEI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/itv1nMXf6lk/s1600/Countdown2011_13.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-27nJ9CqdDPw/TugFIMBazEI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/itv1nMXf6lk/s400/Countdown2011_13.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685800167779519554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I suppose, though, her guess was most accurate once the singing, jigging Snoopy was on display. It most certainly is silly AND makes them laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hMFOY7qIWJc/TugE_z0HgjI/AAAAAAAAC5E/cKPWxB9Hh6U/s1600/Countdown2011_13_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hMFOY7qIWJc/TugE_z0HgjI/AAAAAAAAC5E/cKPWxB9Hh6U/s400/Countdown2011_13_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685800023842325042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-6292798867127903519?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/6292798867127903519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=6292798867127903519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/6292798867127903519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/6292798867127903519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-countdown-day-13.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 13'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-27nJ9CqdDPw/TugFIMBazEI/AAAAAAAAC5Q/itv1nMXf6lk/s72-c/Countdown2011_13.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-2384417283148113210</id><published>2011-12-12T21:56:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T22:07:26.656-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 12</title><content type='html'>In contrast to the (pajama) gift mom likes best, today was dad's turn. Although, the consensus building was weaker on the dad front.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LOvp1WKDKW8/Tua_D5wniHI/AAAAAAAAC44/2sa6QItolm8/s1600/Countdown2011_12.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LOvp1WKDKW8/Tua_D5wniHI/AAAAAAAAC44/2sa6QItolm8/s400/Countdown2011_12.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685441653367081074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone had their own guess which made up the following list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Quiet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Beer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Mustaches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Really loud talking/yelling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose the package could have contained fake mustaches dad could wear while quietly sitting and drinking a beer and listening to his kids talk and yell really loudly. Okay, that comes a bit too close to home (although, his mustache is real).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C074EqKE1F0/Tua-655LoAI/AAAAAAAAC4s/-WRukhfDidg/s1600/Countdown2011_12_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C074EqKE1F0/Tua-655LoAI/AAAAAAAAC4s/-WRukhfDidg/s400/Countdown2011_12_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685441498784178178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Instead, they found four Steeler-themed Christmas tree ornaments and six mega-sized candy canes in exotic flavors like gingerbread and pomegranate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They quickly got to work hanging the ornaments and calling dibs on the canes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-2384417283148113210?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/2384417283148113210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=2384417283148113210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/2384417283148113210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/2384417283148113210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-countdown-day-12.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 12'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LOvp1WKDKW8/Tua_D5wniHI/AAAAAAAAC44/2sa6QItolm8/s72-c/Countdown2011_12.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-8374386812562566898</id><published>2011-12-11T21:25:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T21:32:29.029-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 11</title><content type='html'>With kids that love playing in dough and flour, and who can wield a rolling pin with the best of them, we'll have fun with today's gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zPN47yfSbTo/TuVmv6hpqAI/AAAAAAAAC4g/xfGxRlaMXRM/s1600/Countdown2011_11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zPN47yfSbTo/TuVmv6hpqAI/AAAAAAAAC4g/xfGxRlaMXRM/s400/Countdown2011_11.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685063077975402498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tucked inside were cookie cutters and candy decorations in holiday shapes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EmITDWBBAoI/TuVmp9N2hYI/AAAAAAAAC4U/irk6A9_O0_M/s1600/Countdown2011_11_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EmITDWBBAoI/TuVmp9N2hYI/AAAAAAAAC4U/irk6A9_O0_M/s400/Countdown2011_11_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685062975618450818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And, in case we need some help, a cookbook with holiday cookie and candy recipes. With all this on hand, we're sure to whip up some great holiday treats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vwY4Kw-axhM/TuVmim4PlFI/AAAAAAAAC4I/8p8MASJUMvs/s1600/Countdown2011_11_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vwY4Kw-axhM/TuVmim4PlFI/AAAAAAAAC4I/8p8MASJUMvs/s400/Countdown2011_11_3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685062849363154002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-8374386812562566898?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/8374386812562566898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=8374386812562566898' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/8374386812562566898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/8374386812562566898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-countdown-day-11.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 11'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zPN47yfSbTo/TuVmv6hpqAI/AAAAAAAAC4g/xfGxRlaMXRM/s72-c/Countdown2011_11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-152391027206304317</id><published>2011-12-11T20:47:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T20:57:57.352-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 10</title><content type='html'>When you know the day's plans are to head out for a holiday show and the package's hint is refers to going out for fun, everyone is a winner. The guesses came quick and easy with the little red envelope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xx6lE2J6WWk/TuVdZ5XT_GI/AAAAAAAAC38/eToXnADkAow/s1600/Countdown2011_10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xx6lE2J6WWk/TuVdZ5XT_GI/AAAAAAAAC38/eToXnADkAow/s400/Countdown2011_10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685052804101831778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Inside, proving everyone correct, were tickets to the &lt;a href="http://www.thechildrenstheatre.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Cincinnati Children's Theatre's&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Holiday Follies&lt;/em&gt; matinee. The show was a great chance to go downtown, see some holiday sights and enjoy a show featuring dancing reindeer, an underwater swimming Santa and a ballerina hippo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H3DkFtXpULU/TuVdTQYUGcI/AAAAAAAAC3w/NeDKlDQNIPg/s1600/Countdown2011_10_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-H3DkFtXpULU/TuVdTQYUGcI/AAAAAAAAC3w/NeDKlDQNIPg/s400/Countdown2011_10_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685052690020964802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All dressed up for the performance, the kids loved the show and each had their favorite part. Trace was still talking about a jack in the box a day later. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AiDm3OsVOJk/TuVdNIDkN2I/AAAAAAAAC3k/woALkXOfRmU/s1600/Countdown2011_10_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AiDm3OsVOJk/TuVdNIDkN2I/AAAAAAAAC3k/woALkXOfRmU/s400/Countdown2011_10_3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685052584707241826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-152391027206304317?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/152391027206304317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=152391027206304317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/152391027206304317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/152391027206304317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-countdown-day-10.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 10'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xx6lE2J6WWk/TuVdZ5XT_GI/AAAAAAAAC38/eToXnADkAow/s72-c/Countdown2011_10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-9182989257859859549</id><published>2011-12-09T21:06:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T21:17:30.247-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 9</title><content type='html'>Because we need just a little more crazy in our lives. Today's package contained snowmen and Santa hats with accompanying red gloves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dCBuFKxEctM/TuK-4VzeCDI/AAAAAAAAC3M/hI6pdXu8LmQ/s1600/Countdown2011_9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dCBuFKxEctM/TuK-4VzeCDI/AAAAAAAAC3M/hI6pdXu8LmQ/s400/Countdown2011_9.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684315554829961266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;See what I mean about needing a little more crazy? Seriously, they were a hit, and already garnered compliments as Alivia wore hers THROUGH Target during a quick errand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xJtSlvQP-Fw/TuK-u6Be0WI/AAAAAAAAC3A/MX5JD9NP4ZM/s1600/Countdown2011_9_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xJtSlvQP-Fw/TuK-u6Be0WI/AAAAAAAAC3A/MX5JD9NP4ZM/s400/Countdown2011_9_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684315392753717602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We now have four smiley, funny, warm heads. (And see the crazy again?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uYN8Xb_keIA/TuLA79_cYhI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/oJebjnB7QMM/s1600/Countdown2011_9_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uYN8Xb_keIA/TuLA79_cYhI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/oJebjnB7QMM/s400/Countdown2011_9_3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684317816180466194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-9182989257859859549?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/9182989257859859549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=9182989257859859549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/9182989257859859549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/9182989257859859549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-countdown-day-9.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 9'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dCBuFKxEctM/TuK-4VzeCDI/AAAAAAAAC3M/hI6pdXu8LmQ/s72-c/Countdown2011_9.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-603888862145163588</id><published>2011-12-08T21:00:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T21:16:11.674-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Also known as the day we find out which one&lt;br /&gt;- or none - of our four children know their mother well.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rh7FSAkpmOE/TuFsy3pw3LI/AAAAAAAAC2o/R4VwvOvHNbA/s1600/Countdown2011_8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rh7FSAkpmOE/TuFsy3pw3LI/AAAAAAAAC2o/R4VwvOvHNbA/s400/Countdown2011_8.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683943825906654386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alivia &lt;em&gt;(reading the hint tag on the package)&lt;/em&gt;: "Christmas Countdown 2011 - Mom likes this one best."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alivia: "Cookies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alena: "Cookies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alysse: "Help."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trace: "Cookies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record, and future reference for my lovelies, cookies are NOT my favorite. I'd take a brownie, slice of cheesecake or jazzed up cup of Starbucks coffee over a cookie any day of the week. I think they were projecting their favorites as mine. And, dear, sweet Alysse, I do in fact LOVE help. An empty dishwasher is well worth my spent 50 cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E67wp2Jzj6U/TuFuju1Qh5I/AAAAAAAAC20/PsjYwJoBs9A/s1600/Countdown2011_8_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E67wp2Jzj6U/TuFuju1Qh5I/AAAAAAAAC20/PsjYwJoBs9A/s400/Countdown2011_8_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683945764864165778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They quickly learned my favorite countdown gift is one that contains holiday pajamas. Tucking flannel sheets around a little snuggler dressed in snowflake (or Santa-hat-wearing dinosaur) jammies warms a mom's heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-603888862145163588?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/603888862145163588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=603888862145163588' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/603888862145163588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/603888862145163588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-countdown-day-8.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 8'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Rh7FSAkpmOE/TuFsy3pw3LI/AAAAAAAAC2o/R4VwvOvHNbA/s72-c/Countdown2011_8.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-7074750875230140170</id><published>2011-12-07T21:44:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T21:55:27.708-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 7</title><content type='html'>When you are the only one of four who accurately guesses what's inside the package, accusations start flying. After reading "Holidays are for fun," Alivia dubbed the gift "slippers" while everyone else had varying suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vScYpC7WdAc/TuAk9Hs3ZmI/AAAAAAAAC2c/JxHuM9fl_uM/s1600/Countdown2011_7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vScYpC7WdAc/TuAk9Hs3ZmI/AAAAAAAAC2c/JxHuM9fl_uM/s400/Countdown2011_7.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683583362199414370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When the wrapping paper stopped flying and four pair of Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer slippers were discovered, the interrogations started and words like "peeking" were thrown around. After a legitimate alibi was established, the fun started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gI3MyRxNJps/TuAkzfAk8YI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/mWQv44lSmP8/s1600/Countdown2011_7_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gI3MyRxNJps/TuAkzfAk8YI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/mWQv44lSmP8/s400/Countdown2011_7_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683583196657414530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Slippers with light-up noses are definitely cause for a full-on photo shoot, as we photographed every pairing of kids and slippers imaginable (including, just eight Rudolphs lined up side-by-side). Yes, they had fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4zcnN0sIBwE/TuAks4KNdgI/AAAAAAAAC2E/J-Ws7Gvyiik/s1600/Countdown2011_7_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4zcnN0sIBwE/TuAks4KNdgI/AAAAAAAAC2E/J-Ws7Gvyiik/s400/Countdown2011_7_3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683583083149620738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-7074750875230140170?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/7074750875230140170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=7074750875230140170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/7074750875230140170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/7074750875230140170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-countdown-day-7.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 7'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vScYpC7WdAc/TuAk9Hs3ZmI/AAAAAAAAC2c/JxHuM9fl_uM/s72-c/Countdown2011_7.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-2719385495015391446</id><published>2011-12-06T21:08:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:22:09.104-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 6</title><content type='html'>There are days when the hint makes guessing easy - "sweets for the sweets," for example. There are others when the hint opens up bizarre notions - "to decorate every room" had Trace grinning from ear to ear thinking it might be Fatheads (as if he has an inch of wall space left in his room for more Fatheads).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S6dhdC49h9w/Tt7K5Z21ovI/AAAAAAAAC14/4DOxscpr4Fc/s1600/Countdown2011_6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S6dhdC49h9w/Tt7K5Z21ovI/AAAAAAAAC14/4DOxscpr4Fc/s400/Countdown2011_6.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683202867330392818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When the crazy takes over, though, what's found inside is usually a welcomed treat. If asked, Trace wouldn't trade what was unwrapped for Fatheads. He took great interest in the surprise, oversaw its installation and offered to demonstrate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mfvLciMT0co/Tt7KvzR2k1I/AAAAAAAAC1s/qCMFney2Tso/s1600/Countdown2011_6_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mfvLciMT0co/Tt7KvzR2k1I/AAAAAAAAC1s/qCMFney2Tso/s400/Countdown2011_6_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683202702355895122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No need to thank me for stopping his illustration when I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-2719385495015391446?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/2719385495015391446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=2719385495015391446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/2719385495015391446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/2719385495015391446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-countdown-day-6.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 6'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-S6dhdC49h9w/Tt7K5Z21ovI/AAAAAAAAC14/4DOxscpr4Fc/s72-c/Countdown2011_6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-7593726489976439741</id><published>2011-12-05T21:21:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T22:21:28.392-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 5</title><content type='html'>With a hint promising another time-related gift, package number five will be a favorite for a long time. The more careful unwrappers that took charge found a lovely to look at, lovely to listen to holiday clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QApfHWT-2HI/Tt18Nx5ZzHI/AAAAAAAAC1g/TVg5Eka9Fg8/s1600/Countdown2011_5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QApfHWT-2HI/Tt18Nx5ZzHI/AAAAAAAAC1g/TVg5Eka9Fg8/s400/Countdown2011_5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682834880985681010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sparkling in the Christmas lights around our house, the clock plays one of six holiday songs upon each hour. It has the uncanny ability to quiet our house at the top of the hour so little ears can listen. We're now consulting the instruction manual to see if there's a setting for chime songs each quarter hour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-7593726489976439741?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/7593726489976439741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=7593726489976439741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/7593726489976439741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/7593726489976439741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-countdown-day-5.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 5'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QApfHWT-2HI/Tt18Nx5ZzHI/AAAAAAAAC1g/TVg5Eka9Fg8/s72-c/Countdown2011_5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-9196913662118534256</id><published>2011-12-05T21:20:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T22:12:26.633-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 4</title><content type='html'>To accompany the ceramic train station under our tree, package number four contained a set of lighted building figurines. A church, fire station, house and shop help grow the kids' holiday street scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J8VcCYCwCZI/Tt18Bi6nfBI/AAAAAAAAC1U/oisIFemn0Io/s1600/Countdown2011_4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J8VcCYCwCZI/Tt18Bi6nfBI/AAAAAAAAC1U/oisIFemn0Io/s400/Countdown2011_4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682834670805810194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thorough packaging kept all structures in tact despite the unwrapping strategy of the dynamic duo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-9196913662118534256?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/9196913662118534256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=9196913662118534256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/9196913662118534256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/9196913662118534256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-countdown-day-4.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 4'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-J8VcCYCwCZI/Tt18Bi6nfBI/AAAAAAAAC1U/oisIFemn0Io/s72-c/Countdown2011_4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-357475956814636304</id><published>2011-12-05T21:18:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T22:08:04.968-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 3</title><content type='html'>They had this one right from the start. "Sweets for our sweets" ... and the chorus rang out candy. The specifics, though, couldn't be determined until the paper was removed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W-FbTT4NQ84/Tt17oArwflI/AAAAAAAAC08/DlvUgcl0iTU/s1600/Countdown2011_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W-FbTT4NQ84/Tt17oArwflI/AAAAAAAAC08/DlvUgcl0iTU/s400/Countdown2011_3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682834232119950930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Holiday M&amp;Ms are the candy pinnacle in these parts. Spiking bowls of popcorn during movie nights, M&amp;Ms are an added bonus. Their new bag should last through our holiday showings. "A Christmas Carol" anyone? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fypi9oFGf24/Tt17wpaBrJI/AAAAAAAAC1I/qjBRm9nDFQY/s1600/Countdown2011_3_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 304px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fypi9oFGf24/Tt17wpaBrJI/AAAAAAAAC1I/qjBRm9nDFQY/s400/Countdown2011_3_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682834380490386578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-357475956814636304?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/357475956814636304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=357475956814636304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/357475956814636304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/357475956814636304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-countdown-day-3.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 3'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W-FbTT4NQ84/Tt17oArwflI/AAAAAAAAC08/DlvUgcl0iTU/s72-c/Countdown2011_3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-4606106314492822638</id><published>2011-12-05T21:17:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T21:40:41.296-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 2</title><content type='html'>Countdown gift number two quickly turned from simply opening a rather sizeable rectangular box ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PbjQIr6rXlc/Tt17b4SvkoI/AAAAAAAAC0w/W4DNy41n_sE/s1600/Countdown2011_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PbjQIr6rXlc/Tt17b4SvkoI/AAAAAAAAC0w/W4DNy41n_sE/s400/Countdown2011_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682834023709119106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to a scene stolen from a Lifetime Movie Network movie featuring a bridal sale of some sort. Hanger pulling, taggled tags and shouts of dress sizes ensued. Everyone but Trace was trying to get their hands on a festive, plaid holiday dress, complete with velvet shrug. (Lucky for him, he was the only one interested in black cords and a red sweater.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiopzVl2VI/Tt17U-7A3KI/AAAAAAAAC0k/vG28C3vG0QQ/s1600/Countdown2011_2_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zQiopzVl2VI/Tt17U-7A3KI/AAAAAAAAC0k/vG28C3vG0QQ/s400/Countdown2011_2_2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682833905229552802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once size sorting wrapped up, a fashion show got underway. Sunday morning's church service provided all the compliments and twirling (by the pastor, nonetheless) they desired. Now they're filling up their holiday calendars with other dress-wearing opportunities.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-4606106314492822638?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/4606106314492822638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=4606106314492822638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/4606106314492822638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/4606106314492822638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-countdown-day-2.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 2'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PbjQIr6rXlc/Tt17b4SvkoI/AAAAAAAAC0w/W4DNy41n_sE/s72-c/Countdown2011_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-4096811608392281192</id><published>2011-12-05T21:09:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T21:31:41.698-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 1</title><content type='html'>The hint for the first advent gift of 2011 was that the giftees needed an official time keeper. Fighting the paper-ripping urge, they all quickly guessed a clock or stop watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rd7OlIZ1wKE/Tt17GfmVUAI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/1FUShvWXkbA/s1600/Countdown2011_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rd7OlIZ1wKE/Tt17GfmVUAI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/1FUShvWXkbA/s400/Countdown2011_1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682833656303144962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What they found inside was a tree ornament that counts down the days, hours and minutes until the big day. So, now they are off ... only 23 days, 7 hours and 16 minutes to go. They only wish they could speed up time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-4096811608392281192?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/4096811608392281192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=4096811608392281192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/4096811608392281192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/4096811608392281192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-countdown-day-1.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 1'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rd7OlIZ1wKE/Tt17GfmVUAI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/1FUShvWXkbA/s72-c/Countdown2011_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-1995864666411012961</id><published>2010-12-23T22:18:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T22:31:46.135-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 23</title><content type='html'>Can you tell that Alysse is giddy? After all, Christmas is almost here. She knows because the pile of countdown gifts is down to one. The kids are counting down the minutes ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TRQRarJt29I/AAAAAAAACz4/LTnFx3_PonM/s1600/AdventGift23_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TRQRarJt29I/AAAAAAAACz4/LTnFx3_PonM/s400/AdventGift23_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554083390412413906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found inside today's package were small snow globes that contain gingerbread letters. Three "a" gingerbreads for the girls and a "t" for the Traceman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TRQRUHFjQ0I/AAAAAAAACzw/gsiitZFW0mo/s1600/AdventGift23_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TRQRUHFjQ0I/AAAAAAAACzw/gsiitZFW0mo/s400/AdventGift23_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554083277652050754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Monogrammed snow globe fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-1995864666411012961?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/1995864666411012961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=1995864666411012961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/1995864666411012961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/1995864666411012961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-countdown-day-23.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 23'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TRQRarJt29I/AAAAAAAACz4/LTnFx3_PonM/s72-c/AdventGift23_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-3795113568044471088</id><published>2010-12-23T22:06:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T22:18:47.286-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 22</title><content type='html'>Tiny holiday-themed magnets were found in package number 22.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TRQObKJUHkI/AAAAAAAACzo/Cfwcq1S4E2Y/s1600/AdventGift22_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TRQObKJUHkI/AAAAAAAACzo/Cfwcq1S4E2Y/s400/AdventGift22_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554080100197342786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since the kids do much drawing, writing and creating, they were thrilled to have new magnets to secure their masterpieces to the fridge doors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TRQOSerDxoI/AAAAAAAACzg/XlxAYfMpOWY/s1600/AdventGift22_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TRQOSerDxoI/AAAAAAAACzg/XlxAYfMpOWY/s400/AdventGift22_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554079951088764546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To put their new magnets to work quickly, they immediately made new doodles for display.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-3795113568044471088?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/3795113568044471088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=3795113568044471088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/3795113568044471088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/3795113568044471088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-countdown-day-22.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 22'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TRQObKJUHkI/AAAAAAAACzo/Cfwcq1S4E2Y/s72-c/AdventGift22_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-7915178889202847535</id><published>2010-12-21T22:47:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T23:00:34.923-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 21</title><content type='html'>If nothing else, Alysse tries. Her guess for what was in today's package was a paint set. The clue referenced Russian playthings. Like I said, she tries. I suppose Russian children have paint sets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TRF1HzjQYeI/AAAAAAAACzY/Yve8NrC2XCY/s1600/AdventGift21_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TRF1HzjQYeI/AAAAAAAACzY/Yve8NrC2XCY/s400/AdventGift21_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553348592482148834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She discovered, however, that her speculation was wrong when nesting doll sets were wrapped inside. I suppose she had the "sets" part right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TRF0_ztU81I/AAAAAAAACzQ/PJbGr-fUtaA/s1600/AdventGift21_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TRF0_ztU81I/AAAAAAAACzQ/PJbGr-fUtaA/s400/AdventGift21_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553348455085437778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trace especially enjoyed this gift. His set was disassembled and reassembled countless times this evening. The baubles have the manipulative draw of blocks with the added bonus of judging size ... just up his alley.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-7915178889202847535?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/7915178889202847535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=7915178889202847535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/7915178889202847535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/7915178889202847535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-countdown-day-21.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 21'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TRF1HzjQYeI/AAAAAAAACzY/Yve8NrC2XCY/s72-c/AdventGift21_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-5530216104583783258</id><published>2010-12-20T23:11:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T23:18:51.310-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 20</title><content type='html'>Gotta make this quick people ... Santa's got presents to wrap. Lots and lots of presents to wrap (while trying to hide the tape from the kids so it isn't gone before the wrapping is done).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TRApLUpq0UI/AAAAAAAACzI/Xt3PW4T23Rk/s1600/AdventGift20_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TRApLUpq0UI/AAAAAAAACzI/Xt3PW4T23Rk/s400/AdventGift20_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552983615046603074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alysse has been waiting for this. On several occasions (after getting over the tooting rabbit), she incorrectly guessed the days' packages contained a nutcracker. While she didn't make that guess today, she finally got her nutcracker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TRApCmA-rjI/AAAAAAAACzA/rs5rvhFVSMA/s1600/AdventGift20_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TRApCmA-rjI/AAAAAAAACzA/rs5rvhFVSMA/s400/AdventGift20_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552983465088953906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;These wooden guys brought smiles ... and attempts at actually cracking their own nuts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-5530216104583783258?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/5530216104583783258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=5530216104583783258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/5530216104583783258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/5530216104583783258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-countdown-day-20.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 20'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TRApLUpq0UI/AAAAAAAACzI/Xt3PW4T23Rk/s72-c/AdventGift20_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-2243248224828670941</id><published>2010-12-20T23:03:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T23:11:12.990-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 19</title><content type='html'>Sunday was the day we went from this ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TRAnjnCGccI/AAAAAAAACy4/9hC4EaLN86A/s1600/AdventGift19_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TRAnjnCGccI/AAAAAAAACy4/9hC4EaLN86A/s400/AdventGift19_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552981833274520002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dolled (and gent-ed) up for a holiday party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TRAna1lEypI/AAAAAAAACyw/iItebQsY8EM/s1600/AdventGift19_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TRAna1lEypI/AAAAAAAACyw/iItebQsY8EM/s400/AdventGift19_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552981682560486034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a day of traveling, celebrating and gift opening. However, while pooped and asking for their comfy clothes, they had one more present-unwrapping in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And inside they found snowmen and Santas that are part night light, part snow globe, part lava lamp. When on, the glitter inside floats inside, with a light that slowly fades from one color to another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TRAnRhx6-eI/AAAAAAAACyo/TREeEhZpReE/s1600/AdventGift19_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TRAnRhx6-eI/AAAAAAAACyo/TREeEhZpReE/s400/AdventGift19_3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552981522626836962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A nice way to light up the season.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-2243248224828670941?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/2243248224828670941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=2243248224828670941' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/2243248224828670941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/2243248224828670941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-countdown-day-19.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 19'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TRAnjnCGccI/AAAAAAAACy4/9hC4EaLN86A/s72-c/AdventGift19_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-1440653793903131349</id><published>2010-12-18T21:53:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T22:00:48.991-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 18</title><content type='html'>Today, the pictures tell the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TQ10BzejXAI/AAAAAAAACyY/KJyZI19XnrQ/s1600/AdventGift18_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TQ10BzejXAI/AAAAAAAACyY/KJyZI19XnrQ/s400/AdventGift18_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552221489964735490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And some had to have their pictures taken individually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TQ1z6WQHJHI/AAAAAAAACyQ/rCLGWXoIVlw/s1600/AdventGift18_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TQ1z6WQHJHI/AAAAAAAACyQ/rCLGWXoIVlw/s400/AdventGift18_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552221361860453490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TQ11N2G68EI/AAAAAAAACyg/iGImehTbfP0/s1600/AdventGift18_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TQ11N2G68EI/AAAAAAAACyg/iGImehTbfP0/s400/AdventGift18_4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552222796340981826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TQ1zyazjwSI/AAAAAAAACyI/S1Zg-xIm9ho/s1600/AdventGift18_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TQ1zyazjwSI/AAAAAAAACyI/S1Zg-xIm9ho/s400/AdventGift18_3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552221225643917602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-1440653793903131349?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/1440653793903131349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=1440653793903131349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/1440653793903131349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/1440653793903131349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-countdown-day-18.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 18'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TQ10BzejXAI/AAAAAAAACyY/KJyZI19XnrQ/s72-c/AdventGift18_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-5982261837104194169</id><published>2010-12-17T21:40:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T21:59:51.108-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 17</title><content type='html'>Today's countdown gift was a real treat and something the kids will thoroughly enjoy doing. The giant pad of picture searches immediately caught their attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TQwfWpM0TJI/AAAAAAAACyA/jc9EYA7QBQM/s1600/AdventGift17_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TQwfWpM0TJI/AAAAAAAACyA/jc9EYA7QBQM/s400/AdventGift17_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551846914518174866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Especially for the two searchers who always turn first to the hidden pictures pages of their "High Five" magazine each month, the activity pad will be a favorite. With holiday themed scenes, the searches provide both picture and text lists so readers and non-readers alike can take part in the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TQwfO8LDb5I/AAAAAAAACx4/hk_fk4g8sX4/s1600/AdventGift17_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TQwfO8LDb5I/AAAAAAAACx4/hk_fk4g8sX4/s400/AdventGift17_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551846782172098450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happy holiday hunting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-5982261837104194169?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/5982261837104194169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=5982261837104194169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/5982261837104194169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/5982261837104194169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-countdown-day-17.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 17'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TQwfWpM0TJI/AAAAAAAACyA/jc9EYA7QBQM/s72-c/AdventGift17_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-3951182336527347130</id><published>2010-12-16T22:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T22:29:50.823-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 16</title><content type='html'>The theme of the day around here was snowmen. Before the flakes even stopped falling this morning, the kids were in the backyard equipped with hat, scarf, walnuts, carrot and raisins to construct a Frosty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try as we might, the light, fluffy snow in our yard simply wouldn't cooperate. After futile attempts, they were off to make snow angels, zip down the snow-covered slides (slick snowsuits make for really quick rides) and bury their faces in the snow (quickly realizing this isn't a good idea).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TQrVo9PfioI/AAAAAAAACxw/Xt9oAYfirmw/s1600/AdventGift16_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TQrVo9PfioI/AAAAAAAACxw/Xt9oAYfirmw/s400/AdventGift16_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551484390298585730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What they found wrapped for today's surprise, though, remedied the lack of a snowman this morning. A singing, dancing Frosty. Once you help him in placing his magic hat on his head, he sings and twirls in a circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frosty also came wrapped with a "The Snowman Band of Snowboggle Bend" book. Seeing that we spent this afternoon re-reading the books from yesterday, this put some fresh reading material in our hands.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-3951182336527347130?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/3951182336527347130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=3951182336527347130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/3951182336527347130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/3951182336527347130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-countdown-day-16.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 16'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TQrVo9PfioI/AAAAAAAACxw/Xt9oAYfirmw/s72-c/AdventGift16_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-538802763674175906</id><published>2010-12-15T21:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T22:00:10.514-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 15</title><content type='html'>It was just today during lunch conversation that the kids and I decided what, in our opinion, makes the "best" Christmas gifts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, Alysse declared "books." This coming from a house with three bookshelves full of kids' books. The operative word being FULL. Where we'll put another (bookshelf, that is), I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alivia then chimed in with "games" ... to which we all agreed. Our memory games are popular, as is the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Gamewright-5219-Hisss-Card-Game/dp/B00005NQE8/ref=sr_1_1?s=toys-and-games&amp;ie=UTF8&amp;qid=1292467548&amp;sr=1-1" target="_blank"&gt;Hisss&lt;/a&gt; game that, by Alivia's tally, we've played 299 times. I would certify her estimate as quite accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, we rounded out our list with movies. The kid-friendly kind that everyone hunkers down to watch on Friday night (with a bowl of popcorn and M&amp;Ms). "The Search for Santa Paws" is the latest favorite among the gang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TQl8GCOoyaI/AAAAAAAACxo/NUWij4_w63c/s1600/AdventGift15_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TQl8GCOoyaI/AAAAAAAACxo/NUWij4_w63c/s400/AdventGift15_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551104458830170530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, having compiled our list, the books wrapped up as today's countdown gift were most definitely well received. I don't know that books have ever NOT been welcomed around these parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TQl77tadoxI/AAAAAAAACxg/REH-vFUPgkc/s1600/AdventGift15_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TQl77tadoxI/AAAAAAAACxg/REH-vFUPgkc/s400/AdventGift15_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551104281443934994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Needless to say, we quickly got to reading.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-538802763674175906?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/538802763674175906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=538802763674175906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/538802763674175906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/538802763674175906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-countdown-day-15.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 15'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TQl8GCOoyaI/AAAAAAAACxo/NUWij4_w63c/s72-c/AdventGift15_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-3872478338851509185</id><published>2010-12-14T22:25:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T22:39:31.839-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 14</title><content type='html'>Here are two little faces with Christmas all over them. The peace, the beauty, the excitement, the smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TQgzX7PvtLI/AAAAAAAACxY/zgWGoUGFqy8/s1600/AdventGift14_1_picnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TQgzX7PvtLI/AAAAAAAACxY/zgWGoUGFqy8/s400/AdventGift14_1_picnik.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550743026867877042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This view of Christmas is brought to you by the small, equine ornaments they unwrapped today. Appropriately suited to each kid, each has its own personality and theme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TQgzN8VPOzI/AAAAAAAACxQ/p9l32nYQE_g/s1600/AdventGift14_2_picnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TQgzN8VPOzI/AAAAAAAACxQ/p9l32nYQE_g/s400/AdventGift14_2_picnik.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550742855360658226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The ornaments are adorning the tree, as the smiles adorn these faces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-3872478338851509185?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/3872478338851509185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=3872478338851509185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/3872478338851509185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/3872478338851509185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-countdown-day-14.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 14'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TQgzX7PvtLI/AAAAAAAACxY/zgWGoUGFqy8/s72-c/AdventGift14_1_picnik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-7574135628965323334</id><published>2010-12-13T22:01:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T22:25:32.096-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 13</title><content type='html'>Our kids know the famous Clement Clarke Moore work "Twas the Night Before Christmas" well. So well, in fact, that the older girls could probably recite most if by heart. It's been a part of our Christmas reading for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TQbeZo8vzxI/AAAAAAAACxI/8y8-1_fonTo/s1600/AdventGift13_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TQbeZo8vzxI/AAAAAAAACxI/8y8-1_fonTo/s400/AdventGift13_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550368122851020562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Imagine their surprise when the quaint, holiday house they received today tells the story to them with the push of a button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TQbeRTxWLyI/AAAAAAAACxA/CpJwkludDPE/s1600/AdventGift13_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TQbeRTxWLyI/AAAAAAAACxA/CpJwkludDPE/s400/AdventGift13_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550367979727105826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;With glowing lights and a snowy rooftop, the house recounts the Christmas favorite aloud to the little listening ears gathered around. With 12 days left, even the smallest listeners will be retelling the tale by Christmas day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-7574135628965323334?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/7574135628965323334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=7574135628965323334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/7574135628965323334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/7574135628965323334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-countdown-day-13.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 13'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TQbeZo8vzxI/AAAAAAAACxI/8y8-1_fonTo/s72-c/AdventGift13_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-1486114531800429786</id><published>2010-12-12T22:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T22:11:21.308-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 12</title><content type='html'>Ignoring Sunday morning's unbrushed hair and lazy day clothes, the unwrapping continues. The kids are still going strong in their training for the big day of paper tearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TQWK_levGRI/AAAAAAAACw4/GZVwFY95VWE/s1600/AdventGift11_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TQWK_levGRI/AAAAAAAACw4/GZVwFY95VWE/s400/AdventGift11_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549994940801423634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Found beneath the gift wrap today were holiday window covers. Once attached, the light from within the house illuminates the Santa or snowman illustrations for passers by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TQWKjTO_AmI/AAAAAAAACww/rK8FUXMppSI/s1600/AdventGift11_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TQWKjTO_AmI/AAAAAAAACww/rK8FUXMppSI/s400/AdventGift11_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549994454867182178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-1486114531800429786?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/1486114531800429786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=1486114531800429786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/1486114531800429786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/1486114531800429786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-countdown-day-12.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 12'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TQWK_levGRI/AAAAAAAACw4/GZVwFY95VWE/s72-c/AdventGift11_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-6712564203693510346</id><published>2010-12-12T21:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T21:50:39.246-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 11</title><content type='html'>Number eleven might take the cake for most unique surprise of advent. Now chilling (literally) in the yard, I'm going to bet we're the only house in the neighborhood (township?) that's got one of these babies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TQWH2Uxyt5I/AAAAAAAACwo/qy-DxuQb6O0/s1600/AdventGift10_1_picnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TQWH2Uxyt5I/AAAAAAAACwo/qy-DxuQb6O0/s400/AdventGift10_1_picnik.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549991483164243858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids actually got a little put off that Ben was staked outside. They were hoping he'd stay inside, I think. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TQWHup_WemI/AAAAAAAACwg/VARAJSJqWe8/s1600/AdventGift10_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TQWHup_WemI/AAAAAAAACwg/VARAJSJqWe8/s400/AdventGift10_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549991351419304546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And, yes, his name is Ben ... at Trace's insistence. There was a naming discussion among the giftees after opening the package, but Trace (after hugging the lighted Steeler) was most adamant the player be named Ben.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-6712564203693510346?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/6712564203693510346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=6712564203693510346' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/6712564203693510346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/6712564203693510346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-countdown-day-11.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 11'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TQWH2Uxyt5I/AAAAAAAACwo/qy-DxuQb6O0/s72-c/AdventGift10_1_picnik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-5457963260288616251</id><published>2010-12-10T22:30:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T22:57:40.099-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 10</title><content type='html'>Let's talk adjectives that succinctly describe our children ... nuts and cheesy. Now, wrap up those adjectives and you've got two-thirds of today's surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TQLw3JowcnI/AAAAAAAACwY/SH-oYjybT1s/s1600/AdventGift10_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TQLw3JowcnI/AAAAAAAACwY/SH-oYjybT1s/s400/AdventGift10_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549262521144210034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First, a can of holiday nuts. In an ironic turn of events, our "nuts" love nuts. The two pounds of assorted, in-shell nuts we recently purchased at Jungle Jim's lasted approximately five days. With their new can of holiday crunchiness, they should be able to quicken the shoveling of nuts into their mouths since these came sans-shells and their mouths won't have to be held up by our "slow" cracking and discarding of shells. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TQLwc79jKcI/AAAAAAAACwQ/8eXdnyW8QvQ/s1600/AdventGift10_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TQLwc79jKcI/AAAAAAAACwQ/8eXdnyW8QvQ/s400/AdventGift10_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549262070796724674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Second, cheesiness is involved by way of an entire can of popcorn. While we must make mention that Alysse guessed the package would contain a super big marshmallow and was subsequently disappointed when that wasn't the case; she quickly warmed up to what WAS inside when she realized the can contained popcorn. Yes, they love popcorn (almost as much as nuts).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These snacks should last about as long as the final treat - Disney's "A Christmas Carol" on DVD. Good munching must always accompany a holiday flick. Can you hear the crunching?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-5457963260288616251?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/5457963260288616251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=5457963260288616251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/5457963260288616251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/5457963260288616251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-countdown-day-10.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 10'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TQLw3JowcnI/AAAAAAAACwY/SH-oYjybT1s/s72-c/AdventGift10_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-6688733535130397233</id><published>2010-12-09T21:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T21:49:56.608-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 9</title><content type='html'>This is always one of MY favorite packages in the advent parade of gifts. The fleece, the holiday patterns, the cuddle factor all combine to make for cozy holiday goodness. There's something extra cute about kids in holiday pjs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TQGPPd1LQeI/AAAAAAAACwA/IxsNXuMG-gc/s1600/AdventGift9_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TQGPPd1LQeI/AAAAAAAACwA/IxsNXuMG-gc/s400/AdventGift9_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548873711765635554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oddly enough, a couple nights ago the kids were putting on their passed-down holiday pajamas from last year and someone was without a pair. The odd-kid out had to put on *gasp* pjs sporting no Santa hats, reindeer or ice skating kittens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TQGTGZfNXfI/AAAAAAAACwI/pYlJPBdrVH8/s1600/AdventGift9_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TQGTGZfNXfI/AAAAAAAACwI/pYlJPBdrVH8/s400/AdventGift9_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548877954027445746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Problem now remedied.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-6688733535130397233?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/6688733535130397233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=6688733535130397233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/6688733535130397233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/6688733535130397233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-countdown-day-9.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 9'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TQGPPd1LQeI/AAAAAAAACwA/IxsNXuMG-gc/s72-c/AdventGift9_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-6075024363387236197</id><published>2010-12-08T21:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T21:37:51.123-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 8</title><content type='html'>The kids have already got today's surprise set aside for Friday night ... movie night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TQA-s1dYj2I/AAAAAAAACvw/XZA6oOXL2m0/s1600/AdventGift8_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TQA-s1dYj2I/AAAAAAAACvw/XZA6oOXL2m0/s400/AdventGift8_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548503680905940834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Four, small rectangular pillows with stockings and Christmas trees are perfect for propping up little heads while watching "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer" or "Frosty the Snowman."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TQA-lkY2UaI/AAAAAAAACvo/mOOZg0-AgSQ/s1600/AdventGift8_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TQA-lkY2UaI/AAAAAAAACvo/mOOZg0-AgSQ/s400/AdventGift8_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548503556064432546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some have even been practicing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-6075024363387236197?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/6075024363387236197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=6075024363387236197' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/6075024363387236197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/6075024363387236197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-countdown-day-8.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 8'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TQA-s1dYj2I/AAAAAAAACvw/XZA6oOXL2m0/s72-c/AdventGift8_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-3191055471233153558</id><published>2010-12-07T21:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T21:27:23.800-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 7</title><content type='html'>"Snuggies" ... this chorus as the wrapping paper made its descent tells the whole story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TP7pmfNBXbI/AAAAAAAACvg/HTrjyWhc75g/s1600/AdventGift7_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TP7pmfNBXbI/AAAAAAAACvg/HTrjyWhc75g/s400/AdventGift7_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548128638387445170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blankets with sleeves, in fact, which resemble Santa's red suit - white trimming, belt and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And after all the excitement, you find this ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TP7pel5_89I/AAAAAAAACvY/ViuvqJWO2Cc/s1600/AdventGift7_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TP7pel5_89I/AAAAAAAACvY/ViuvqJWO2Cc/s400/AdventGift7_3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548128502747755474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TP7pYndQljI/AAAAAAAACvQ/ZMo_CwEFUV0/s1600/AdventGift7_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TP7pYndQljI/AAAAAAAACvQ/ZMo_CwEFUV0/s400/AdventGift7_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548128400084866610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and this ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TP7pRFMD5wI/AAAAAAAACvI/ElF-LM8OGXU/s1600/AdventGift7_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TP7pRFMD5wI/AAAAAAAACvI/ElF-LM8OGXU/s400/AdventGift7_4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548128270626842370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lying around the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-3191055471233153558?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/3191055471233153558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=3191055471233153558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/3191055471233153558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/3191055471233153558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-countdown-day-7.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 7'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TP7pmfNBXbI/AAAAAAAACvg/HTrjyWhc75g/s72-c/AdventGift7_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-3000958716277935084</id><published>2010-12-06T21:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T21:50:27.196-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 6</title><content type='html'>Today's clue suggested decorating with fun things ... even in the bathroom. Of course, this led to the return of the "big rabbit" guess from Alysse. It IS what every bathroom needs. Would someone please get this child a large bunny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TP2csP_6ESI/AAAAAAAACvA/wxkGwc6oHQw/s1600/AdventGift6_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TP2csP_6ESI/AAAAAAAACvA/wxkGwc6oHQw/s400/AdventGift6_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547762600013074722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But definitely more fun than a gassy bunny is the &lt;a href="http://www.hallmark.com/online/offers/in-store-offers/jolly-in-the-john-snowman.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;Jolly in the John Snowman&lt;/a&gt; they found inside. Motion activated, this little guy makes wise cracks like "Are you okay? You look a bit flushed. Get it? Flushed." They bust out laughing every time Mr. Jolly John says that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TP2cj_OeS7I/AAAAAAAACu4/387qrnxDH5o/s1600/AdventGift6_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TP2cj_OeS7I/AAAAAAAACu4/387qrnxDH5o/s400/AdventGift6_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547762458071813042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm thinking bathroom visits of the future just got a little longer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-3000958716277935084?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/3000958716277935084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=3000958716277935084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/3000958716277935084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/3000958716277935084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-countdown-day-6.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 6'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TP2csP_6ESI/AAAAAAAACvA/wxkGwc6oHQw/s72-c/AdventGift6_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-5652956272839869300</id><published>2010-12-05T23:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T23:01:36.183-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 5</title><content type='html'>Oh what fun it is to watch as the wrapping paper flies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TPxZHQGaxdI/AAAAAAAACuw/xMUbXOLlQmg/s1600/AdventGift5_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TPxZHQGaxdI/AAAAAAAACuw/xMUbXOLlQmg/s400/AdventGift5_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547406822129452498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today's guesses included a shout out for "underwear." Yes, apparently a clue that references fun and a package that is soft and squishy equates to underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TPxY4saaZAI/AAAAAAAACuo/V3-DcriXryo/s1600/AdventGift5_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TPxY4saaZAI/AAAAAAAACuo/V3-DcriXryo/s400/AdventGift5_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547406572031468546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Far more fun than underwear, though, was the real gift of holiday hats. Which, apparently, leave some room for interpretation depending upon the wearer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-5652956272839869300?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/5652956272839869300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=5652956272839869300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/5652956272839869300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/5652956272839869300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-countdown-day-5.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 5'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TPxZHQGaxdI/AAAAAAAACuw/xMUbXOLlQmg/s72-c/AdventGift5_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-5644124632185727405</id><published>2010-12-05T22:45:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T22:46:45.925-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 4</title><content type='html'>Day four's package was one of those small ones that packs a big punch. A box just a bit larger than a letter-sized sheet of paper. But while not huge in size, the contents were a huge hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TPxYfKO51PI/AAAAAAAACuY/K5bJrXvvhEc/s1600/AdventGift4_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TPxYfKO51PI/AAAAAAAACuY/K5bJrXvvhEc/s400/AdventGift4_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547406133359662322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Titled a Christmas Box of Fun, the surprise contained holiday stencils, coloring and sticker books, and a learn-to-draw guide. In other words, everything little artists need to make wonderful creations for the season. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TPxYoQtwW-I/AAAAAAAACug/_oy1tht_Yl4/s1600/AdventGift4_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TPxYoQtwW-I/AAAAAAAACug/_oy1tht_Yl4/s400/AdventGift4_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547406289718500322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone got straight to work and our fridge is covered in a menagerie of snowflakes, Santas and stickered fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-5644124632185727405?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/5644124632185727405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=5644124632185727405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/5644124632185727405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/5644124632185727405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-countdown-day-4.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 4'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TPxYfKO51PI/AAAAAAAACuY/K5bJrXvvhEc/s72-c/AdventGift4_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-3124352841461419862</id><published>2010-12-03T21:54:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T21:54:59.410-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 3</title><content type='html'>Meteorologists may talk of lake-effect snow or Albert clippers in referencing weather patterns, we have our own phenomenon around here called the snowball effect. One person snags something they're not supposed to have and gets away with it, and we then have three others making demands; one kid is given a chance to do something and the next thing you know a line has formed. Things tend to quadruple or snowball very quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TPmpqztt3UI/AAAAAAAACuQ/RgbNnS40AkE/s1600/AdventGift3_1_picnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TPmpqztt3UI/AAAAAAAACuQ/RgbNnS40AkE/s400/AdventGift3_1_picnik.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546650968985034050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snowball effect was a full on system this afternoon when it came to guessing what was inside today's package. After reading the clue, Alena was so confident in her guess, it suddenly snowballed around the ring of wrapping paper shredders leaving no one with a guess of their own (yes, not even tooting rabbit girl).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TPmpj7yPNyI/AAAAAAAACuI/TugcdDPOIwM/s1600/AdventGift3_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TPmpj7yPNyI/AAAAAAAACuI/TugcdDPOIwM/s400/AdventGift3_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546650850892396322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So when the "Christmas outfits" theory panned out, there was nothing left to do but model the new threads. Red velveteen dresses with snowmen and fir trees (along with candy cane striped leggings) for the girls and a moose appliqued sweater (with plaid shirt and cords) for the long ranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All new outfits are tumbling in the dryer now ... our laundry lady was given strict instructions to have the new duds ready for wear tomorrow. Yet another thing that snowballed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-3124352841461419862?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/3124352841461419862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=3124352841461419862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/3124352841461419862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/3124352841461419862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-countdown-day-3.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 3'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TPmpqztt3UI/AAAAAAAACuQ/RgbNnS40AkE/s72-c/AdventGift3_1_picnik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-4105716759146872111</id><published>2010-12-02T22:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T22:13:57.700-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 2</title><content type='html'>Good lordy, the guesses. Today's gift might have contained a "really, really big TV," according to Trace. We'll not make issue that the top of it was squishy and the dimensions were about 12 inches by 18 inches. And Alysse, well, she's sticking with her flatulent bunny guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TPhbCPfWFqI/AAAAAAAACuA/qIEeNBs9zAc/s1600/AdventGift2_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TPhbCPfWFqI/AAAAAAAACuA/qIEeNBs9zAc/s400/AdventGift2_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546283035182634658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What was actually inside (the squishy top) were Santa chair covers to decorate our kitchen dining chairs. They slide over the top of the chair back, leaving a big, happy Santa looking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TPhWNcTau0I/AAAAAAAACtw/EDUXhn8rG4o/s1600/AdventGift2_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TPhWNcTau0I/AAAAAAAACtw/EDUXhn8rG4o/s400/AdventGift2_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546277730042690370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Then once bottoms are seated on smiling Santa chairs, dinner can be served on the second part of the day's gift ... Mr. and Mrs. Snowman place settings. Mugs, bowls and plates are now waiting to serve up the season's favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TPhWBm1o2rI/AAAAAAAACto/tnX8tkVgGf4/s1600/AdventGift2_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TPhWBm1o2rI/AAAAAAAACto/tnX8tkVgGf4/s400/AdventGift2_3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546277526712146610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-4105716759146872111?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/4105716759146872111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=4105716759146872111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/4105716759146872111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/4105716759146872111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-countdown-day-2.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 2'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TPhbCPfWFqI/AAAAAAAACuA/qIEeNBs9zAc/s72-c/AdventGift2_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-1936118920625996135</id><published>2010-12-01T21:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T21:57:53.497-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 1</title><content type='html'>We're dusting off this old blog for a comeback of the Christmas countdown extravaganza. Literally ... wiping off the drywall dust. The blog has been neglected the past couple of months while we drywalled and finished the walls in our basement. We've now got electric, ceiling and walls, so let's mark off the days until Christmas before we start slapping on some paint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those not in the know, the countdown means a package(sometimes small and simple, sometimes large and not-so-simple) each day of December until we reach the big 2-5 and Santa's arrival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having experienced this generosity of Jason's parents the last several years, the kids know the drill and flock each day to the wrapped surprise. New this year are clues attached to the top of each gift that Alena can read to the crowd. This may prove most amusing as they can each make a guess as to what's inside before the shredding frenzy begins. Note: Alysse's guess for today was a big rabbit that would hop around the house "tooting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TPb_EvarUxI/AAAAAAAACtQ/H68JMeyKQrM/s1600/AdventGift1_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TPb_EvarUxI/AAAAAAAACtQ/H68JMeyKQrM/s400/AdventGift1_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545900448066261778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While there was no large, gassy hare, there were four stocking hangers with numbered blocks to change each day noting the number of days left until Christmas, and a three-dimensional advent house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TPb_NNnQoGI/AAAAAAAACtY/9CDFNb0z2nk/s1600/AdventGift1_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TPb_NNnQoGI/AAAAAAAACtY/9CDFNb0z2nk/s400/AdventGift1_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545900593611055202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They quickly arranged their numbers to read "24" (except for Trace who's telling of "42" days until Christmas) and agreed to take turns each day opening a door or window on the gingerbread house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let the counting begin ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-1936118920625996135?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/1936118920625996135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=1936118920625996135' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/1936118920625996135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/1936118920625996135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-countdown-day-1.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 1'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TPb_EvarUxI/AAAAAAAACtQ/H68JMeyKQrM/s72-c/AdventGift1_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-1663430842162903161</id><published>2010-10-11T22:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T22:33:31.521-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tooth fairy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alivia'/><title type='text'>Tooth today, gone tomorrow</title><content type='html'>Is it bad mothering to admit there's one of your children you hate to see grow up more than the others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm guessing so. But, it's so totally true in the case of my pixie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little Liv, who lost her first tooth, and is now sporting an empty gap which initiates her into the "kids big enough to loose teeth" group. All when she's so perfectly perfect being little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TLPCDH-XZUI/AAAAAAAACtI/s88iYKk2k3A/s1600/LivsFirstLostTooth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TLPCDH-XZUI/AAAAAAAACtI/s88iYKk2k3A/s400/LivsFirstLostTooth.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526974526649754946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While she's our child least like me, she's the child I most enjoy getting to discover. There's a zest about her that I hope never leaves. And while we have our moments, she's a joy to watch learn, grow and take on the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TLPBxkdlaaI/AAAAAAAACtA/weOefM0VHC0/s1600/LivsFirstLostTooth_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TLPBxkdlaaI/AAAAAAAACtA/weOefM0VHC0/s400/LivsFirstLostTooth_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526974225059244450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She placed the teeny, tiny baby tooth in waiting for the tooth fairy, then had to check on it a couple times before bedtime; tell it goodbye; and proceed to ask no less than two dozen questions about the tooth fairy and her methods. All these proof as to why I'd most like to keep her this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiny teeth are just the start of the tiny leaving her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-1663430842162903161?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/1663430842162903161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=1663430842162903161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/1663430842162903161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/1663430842162903161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2010/10/tooth-today-gone-tomorrow.html' title='Tooth today, gone tomorrow'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TLPCDH-XZUI/AAAAAAAACtI/s88iYKk2k3A/s72-c/LivsFirstLostTooth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-8477931849643241404</id><published>2010-10-09T22:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T23:01:27.759-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teaching'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>Spelling bee skillz</title><content type='html'>Granted, it's no &lt;a href="http://www.spellingbee.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Scripps National Spelling Bee&lt;/a&gt;, but it will provide some Saturday night entertainment. Plus, as an added bonus, it's fantastic p-r-a-c-t-i-c-e for Alena with her spelling words for the upcoming week (so far she's gotten perfect scores each week). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Introducing the kids to the concept of a spelling bee made for a novel idea to them, but has resulted in a great way to practice spelling that they see as a way to goof off and perform. Besides, the foot pedal on Alena's microphone which produces applause on demand adds a real-life effect when the speller answers correctly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TLEZL-7E7MI/AAAAAAAACs4/scdLmkLTodc/s1600/SpellingBeeCollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TLEZL-7E7MI/AAAAAAAACs4/scdLmkLTodc/s400/SpellingBeeCollage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526225911420349634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our participants vary in their abilities, and the moderator chooses words accordingly. The current list of spelling words makes up Alena's turns at the mic (b-r-e-e-z-e/p-r-e-s-s); Alivia gets repeating word chunks (b-a-t/m-a-t/r-a-t); Alysse, our closed-eyes speller, gets the starters (c-a-t/d-o-g/A-l-y-s-s-e) with a new word thrown in here and there (l-o-v-e); and Trace, upon taking the stage, declares his own words (c-a-r/t-i-r-e-s/b-u-c-k-e-t) that we then have to spell letter by letter for him to repeat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To date, the spellers haven't complained about the preferential treatment some competitors get. So far, so good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've held several of these living room bees and have yet to name a winner. I don't think it's yet occurred to them that a bee typically results in a top speller. But with them it's not about winning or losing, just pure F-U-N (well, that and the fake applause).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-8477931849643241404?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/8477931849643241404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=8477931849643241404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/8477931849643241404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/8477931849643241404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2010/10/spelling-bee-skillz.html' title='Spelling bee skillz'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TLEZL-7E7MI/AAAAAAAACs4/scdLmkLTodc/s72-c/SpellingBeeCollage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-5290639973145419883</id><published>2010-09-22T21:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T21:47:47.600-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>She's S-I-X ... 6!</title><content type='html'>Here's my baby ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TJlgpqe12ZI/AAAAAAAACsw/MZ6wxTSaHrk/s1600/Alena6BDayCake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TJlgpqe12ZI/AAAAAAAACsw/MZ6wxTSaHrk/s400/Alena6BDayCake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519549087213803922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;turning six. Yes, six. It doesn't seem possible, and I wouldn't believe it if it weren't for the diaper changing, potty training, preschool drop offs and first days of school that got us here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TJlgfAZnzbI/AAAAAAAACso/iMLFGbxlCwI/s1600/Alena6BDayParty2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TJlgfAZnzbI/AAAAAAAACso/iMLFGbxlCwI/s400/Alena6BDayParty2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519548904118930866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The one thing she REALLY wanted for her birthday was an iPod. Had to be pink. Had to be small. Had to have music (Taylor Swift and Selena Gomez to be exact). Music, that upon receipt of the iPod, has played nonstop since Saturday's party. And even when she's at school and Selena's voice isn't filling the living room, I hum the tunes in the dj's absence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TJlgEVDj8xI/AAAAAAAACsY/0W_EKyDxtIk/s1600/Alena6BDayAfterParty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TJlgEVDj8xI/AAAAAAAACsY/0W_EKyDxtIk/s400/Alena6BDayAfterParty.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519548445807080210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;(The party after the party.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TJlf4xx5svI/AAAAAAAACsQ/80ShMxnOJko/s1600/Alena6BDayBike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TJlf4xx5svI/AAAAAAAACsQ/80ShMxnOJko/s400/Alena6BDayBike.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519548247359206130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Turning six also scored her a new, "big bike." Translation ... it has no training wheels. Here's hoping it's the kick in the rear we all need to help her learn to ride on her own. She was thrilled with the bike, and willing to give it a go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TJlfqs0TqiI/AAAAAAAACsI/QMyLgq_NwUE/s1600/Alena6BDayWishes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TJlfqs0TqiI/AAAAAAAACsI/QMyLgq_NwUE/s400/Alena6BDayWishes.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519548005508950562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After a few laps up and down the sidewalk on the new bike and she had to get dolled up to take her birthday calls. She's got a long list of people who love her and called to wish her a great birthday. After all, it's hard being this fancy when you're six.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-5290639973145419883?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/5290639973145419883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=5290639973145419883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/5290639973145419883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/5290639973145419883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2010/09/shes-s-i-x-6.html' title='She&apos;s S-I-X ... 6!'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TJlgpqe12ZI/AAAAAAAACsw/MZ6wxTSaHrk/s72-c/Alena6BDayCake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-6516337990989965049</id><published>2010-09-12T21:10:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T21:10:41.595-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photos'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out and about'/><title type='text'>Sunday baseball</title><content type='html'>We headed to Great American Ballpark today to take in a game on a beautiful afternoon. It was Trace and Alysse's first visit to the park. Tonight at dinner, Trace said he was going to have dreams about the baseball game ...obviously he enjoyed himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TI1178xJACI/AAAAAAAACsA/2w9s7bwvCkA/s1600/GangGABP92010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TI1178xJACI/AAAAAAAACsA/2w9s7bwvCkA/s400/GangGABP92010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516194791383695394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TI11tu1rEJI/AAAAAAAACr4/Q5Qw-O1Fk8s/s1600/AlenaBaseRunning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TI11tu1rEJI/AAAAAAAACr4/Q5Qw-O1Fk8s/s400/AlenaBaseRunning.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516194547126440082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TI10FsZFP1I/AAAAAAAACrw/w1laGJ8P_m8/s1600/TraceBaseballPlayers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TI10FsZFP1I/AAAAAAAACrw/w1laGJ8P_m8/s400/TraceBaseballPlayers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516192759763255122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TI1z5NS4AKI/AAAAAAAACro/xuLscUkAKxg/s1600/AliviaGABP92010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TI1z5NS4AKI/AAAAAAAACro/xuLscUkAKxg/s400/AliviaGABP92010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516192545257291938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TI1zud8KBJI/AAAAAAAACrg/CReOkmnIrkI/s1600/AlysseGABPSnoCone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TI1zud8KBJI/AAAAAAAACrg/CReOkmnIrkI/s400/AlysseGABPSnoCone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516192360746845330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-6516337990989965049?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/6516337990989965049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=6516337990989965049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/6516337990989965049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/6516337990989965049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2010/09/sunday-baseball.html' title='Sunday baseball'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TI1178xJACI/AAAAAAAACsA/2w9s7bwvCkA/s72-c/GangGABP92010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-575665236737566318</id><published>2010-09-08T21:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T21:39:19.001-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preschool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alysse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alivia'/><title type='text'>First day, preschool edition</title><content type='html'>There was much joking which led up to the start of preschool for Alivia, Trace and Alysse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughs that Alivia could probably teach the class she was set to begin. Jabs that we'll owe Trace and Alysse's teacher a corvette or summer home as an appropriate Christmas gift for having survived the two of them that long. And the kids' own joke that I was going to drop everyone off and head to McDonald's for a relaxing coffee and snack as they had seen a mother do in a commercial for the fast food chain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that one hit a nerve with Trace every time the girls would mention it. Even at breakfast Tuesday morning, he asked if I was going to McDonald's without him. It seemed inconceivable to him that IF I was going out for coffee solo, it WOULDN'T be at McDonald's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TIgtM1ku9EI/AAAAAAAACrI/l81H-tcXQwY/s1600/AliviaFirstday4YOPreschool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TIgtM1ku9EI/AAAAAAAACrI/l81H-tcXQwY/s400/AliviaFirstday4YOPreschool.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514707442278003778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alivia was gung ho to get back to school. She's spent the last few weeks counting down the days until the start of a new school year. She was eager and enthusiastic to walk through the classroom door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TIgtEJrvflI/AAAAAAAACrA/bb13ACYHsTY/s1600/AlysseFirstDay3YOPreschool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TIgtEJrvflI/AAAAAAAACrA/bb13ACYHsTY/s400/AlysseFirstDay3YOPreschool.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514707293057285714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alysse has been ready to start school for forever, it seems. Given the chance, she would have joined Alivia in her class last year and not looked back. She, too, had been keeping track of "how many more days" and kept her Playdoh stash under tight watch until the big day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TIgs8A8XXdI/AAAAAAAACq4/EvBTNv8oFEk/s1600/TraceFirstDay3YOPreschool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TIgs8A8XXdI/AAAAAAAACq4/EvBTNv8oFEk/s400/TraceFirstDay3YOPreschool.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514707153272135122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And Trace. Oh, Trace ... he was the big question mark. He approached the going-to-school thing with a take-it-or-leave it attitude. He hadn't expressed hesitation about going; but, aside from the Spiderman backpack purchased in preparation, he hadn't shown much excitement either. The possibility of missing a trip to McDonald's proved a larger issue for him than anything school related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TIg2L1w_tgI/AAAAAAAACrQ/SPdcAC0EI9Q/s1600/PreschoolGroupSept2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TIg2L1w_tgI/AAAAAAAACrQ/SPdcAC0EI9Q/s400/PreschoolGroupSept2010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514717320754214402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, when their first day came, they went. All of them. Not a tear, nary a whine. All ready, willing and happy. Each one came home more excited about what they had done at school than the next. And we found ourselves back to counting down the days until Thursday when they get to return. Maybe then I'll go to McDonald's for a coffee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-575665236737566318?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/575665236737566318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=575665236737566318' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/575665236737566318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/575665236737566318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2010/09/first-day-preschool-edition.html' title='First day, preschool edition'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TIgtM1ku9EI/AAAAAAAACrI/l81H-tcXQwY/s72-c/AliviaFirstday4YOPreschool.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-6688527617705925869</id><published>2010-08-30T23:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T23:24:28.012-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fair'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alivia'/><title type='text'>Her kinda party</title><content type='html'>Jason's dad (aka Buzz), a fair board director for the &lt;a href="http://www.allencountyfair.org" target="_blank"&gt;Allen County Fair&lt;/a&gt;, typically gets a meet and greet pass for performers entertaining at the fair's concerts. Over the years, he has generously given away his rights to meet Martina McBride and Montgomery Gentry, among others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I asked for his pass to Saturday night's meet and greet with &lt;a href="http://www.jasonaldean.com" target="_blank"&gt;Jason Aldean&lt;/a&gt;, I suspect everyone assumed my request stemmed from a desire to check out Aldean's &lt;a href="http://www.wranglerwestern.com/music/jaldean/" target="_blank"&gt;Wranglers&lt;/a&gt; up close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While there's no doubting Wrangler has a reason for promoting their jeans via the country music star's rear, my days of drooling over stars' behinds are long gone. Perhaps age teaches you to appreciate talent over rear ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In actuality, the impetus behind my interest was in giving the pass to the only person I'll ever know who could sing the star's hit "Johnny Cash" before she was two. The toddler who asked "What's a Pall Mall?". The kid who can sing along with any one of his songs that comes on the radio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/THwBziACiOI/AAAAAAAACqY/H0d0X0vgzBY/s1600/AliviaAldean.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511282028806572258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 291px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/THwBziACiOI/AAAAAAAACqY/H0d0X0vgzBY/s400/AliviaAldean.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And, as a mom, there are some things I just know. Like when your father-in-law bestows said pass upon you, you lay low; stick to your guns; and wait to see a smile on a kid's face bigger than even you can imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alivia's brush with country music stardom put her in the clouds. Apparently she was not so starstruck as to not be able to answer his questions as to what her name is and how old she is. However, the stickered pass she wore was moved from concert clothes to pajamas, and on and off again several times before being retired to the hat bearing the Jason Aldean autograph she scored. Days later she still grins and giggles when talking about her encounter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/THxgpajXqHI/AAAAAAAACqg/Mqc5UTq9_Og/s1600/AliviaAldeanHatFair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511386308613220466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/THxgpajXqHI/AAAAAAAACqg/Mqc5UTq9_Og/s400/AliviaAldeanHatFair.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While country music's stars come and go, I'm willing to bet Alivia will stay a Jason Aldean fan for the long haul. He'll &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; be Johnny Cash to her. And, for the record, a platinum artist willing to squat down to have his picture taken with a four-year-old is far sexier than anything Wrangler can slap on his ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-6688527617705925869?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/6688527617705925869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=6688527617705925869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/6688527617705925869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/6688527617705925869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2010/08/her-kind-of-party.html' title='Her kinda party'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/THwBziACiOI/AAAAAAAACqY/H0d0X0vgzBY/s72-c/AliviaAldean.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-8878838387859207333</id><published>2010-08-26T22:44:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T22:47:33.290-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>First day, first grade</title><content type='html'>A little over seven hours ... that's how long I was without my baby today. Does first grade need to take so much time?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time that I pined for her (and made homemade cinnamon bread for her). Time that Alivia longed for an Alena altercation (and ended up napping in said missing sister's bed). Time that we watched the clock chew up and spit out until we could go outside in waiting for that big yellow bus to return with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/THceJjJK6_I/AAAAAAAACqI/T388xLkUxTw/s1600/Alena1stDay1stGrade_2_picnik.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/THceJjJK6_I/AAAAAAAACqI/T388xLkUxTw/s400/Alena1stDay1stGrade_2_picnik.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509905818512452594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All the while, she was having a fantastic time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day was rated "super good" by our novice first grader, and there were reports of art class and playgrounds and stories and cafeterias and friends and student planners and buses and administrators ... even the color of their high heels (details, people - details). Her only complaint: there wasn't enough time to eat all of her lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/THceRWW0aXI/AAAAAAAACqQ/BQBsM46QQkA/s1600/Alena1stDay1stGrade_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/THceRWW0aXI/AAAAAAAACqQ/BQBsM46QQkA/s400/Alena1stDay1stGrade_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509905952518990194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For all the bickering and headbutting we do, I know it all stems from our similarities. We're two of a kind; though, we'd both deny it. And while I talked it up and fake-smile waved as the bus drove away this morning, my heart ached until she returned. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many days until summer vacation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*For all my selfish, pitiful whining, I'm well aware we're blessed with a terrific teacher (who, oddly enough, strikingly reminds me of a certain &lt;strike&gt;on hiatus&lt;/strike&gt; fourth grade teacher I know and love) who will teach, nurture and encourage Alena. In the coming weeks, I'll embrace the absence of my first born and recognize it as a learning experience for us both. Until that time, I reserve the right to boohoo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-8878838387859207333?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/8878838387859207333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=8878838387859207333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/8878838387859207333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/8878838387859207333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-day-first-grade.html' title='First day, first grade'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/THceJjJK6_I/AAAAAAAACqI/T388xLkUxTw/s72-c/Alena1stDay1stGrade_2_picnik.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-48930824721824629</id><published>2010-08-25T22:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T22:48:39.075-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fair'/><title type='text'>"T" is for Trace (and tractors)</title><content type='html'>This kid is something else. There's lots and lots wrapped in this little package. He's a hot head. He's lovable. He's dad's shadow and my best friend. He's as rotten as the day is long. He holds his own, day-in and day-out, surrounded most of the time by only women. He's mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/THXOADR5l0I/AAAAAAAACqA/4sMjVDUy7yo/s1600/TraceJDTire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/THXOADR5l0I/AAAAAAAACqA/4sMjVDUy7yo/s400/TraceJDTire.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509536219433375554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's also tractor-obsessed. As in, he will sit and look at books detailing tractors, trucks and construction equipment for as long as I'm willing to read about engines, scoops and wheels. His latest hobby is riding along a stretch of road that's being widened to take in the backhoe sights and dump truck work (yes, he asks that we take this scenic route despite our destination).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/THXN1X6iIKI/AAAAAAAACp4/D5TtoU8nJXE/s1600/TraceOldTimeTractors.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/THXN1X6iIKI/AAAAAAAACp4/D5TtoU8nJXE/s400/TraceOldTimeTractors.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509536035993952418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He reached the holiest of grails, however, on Monday during our visit to the &lt;a href="http://www.allencountyfair.org" target="_blank"&gt;Allen County Fair&lt;/a&gt;. Farm machinery companies hoping to draw in some business were the ultimate jackpot for my little dude. He found heaven in the newest, shiniest of tractors galore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/THXNqSD4MpI/AAAAAAAACpw/ps3dNiy6oTY/s1600/TraceJDGator.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/THXNqSD4MpI/AAAAAAAACpw/ps3dNiy6oTY/s400/TraceJDGator.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509535845443973778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Green, red, white or brown ... he doesn't discriminate and was smitten with them all. And, thus, proceeded to climb upon every one in sight (literally, not figuratively). Some were even paid a second visit, holding a special place in his International Harvester-loving heart for being just like Papa's (only newer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/THXNbNWD0bI/AAAAAAAACpo/HGT0iJvQOnc/s1600/TraceIHCombine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/THXNbNWD0bI/AAAAAAAACpo/HGT0iJvQOnc/s400/TraceIHCombine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509535586480017842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He gladly passed up the fair's petting zoo to climb aboard mowers and Bobcats (which he powered himself with motor noises). After test driving them all, he was ready to put them through a second round ... we were only able to move on with the promise of checking out some chainsaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/THXNTYfEwSI/AAAAAAAACpg/VCLhD8xZjEo/s1600/TraceRedScoop.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/THXNTYfEwSI/AAAAAAAACpg/VCLhD8xZjEo/s400/TraceRedScoop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509535452031664418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-48930824721824629?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/48930824721824629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=48930824721824629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/48930824721824629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/48930824721824629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2010/08/t-is-for-trace-and-tractors.html' title='&quot;T&quot; is for Trace (and tractors)'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/THXOADR5l0I/AAAAAAAACqA/4sMjVDUy7yo/s72-c/TraceJDTire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-646038752090805893</id><published>2010-08-14T22:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T22:45:14.147-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kings Island'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out and about'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relax'/><title type='text'>The view from here</title><content type='html'>Newsflash: We're not dead. I haven't left the blogging world. We haven't packed up and moved away. The sun's been rising in our world (as have the mounds of laundry). We've just been living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning to swim. Loving to read. Living to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's been all of summer's best ... and only one day I've wished for school. Now with backpacks and buses getting so close, I'm holding it close. Longing for more of what's been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No strollers for Kings Island. No diaper bags for the park. No four carseats to fasten and unfasten at each stop. Freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running, loving, learning. Splashing, dreaming, talking. Playing, planning, wishing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babies and toddlers turned kids. Kids who soak it up, live it up and love it up. More questions than there is time to answer them. More fun than ever imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world through their eyes is a summer vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TGdK4TUEVaI/AAAAAAAACpQ/AVNOtUD2wf8/s1600/TraceAlysseWhipping.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TGdK4TUEVaI/AAAAAAAACpQ/AVNOtUD2wf8/s400/TraceAlysseWhipping.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505451400601294242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Trace and Alysse being whipped around - their screams are comedy.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TGdQicdZZMI/AAAAAAAACpY/yhUsWbeUayU/s1600/KidsWBigPinkDuck.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TGdQicdZZMI/AAAAAAAACpY/yhUsWbeUayU/s400/KidsWBigPinkDuck.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505457622168986818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alivia loves this huge pink duck at Kings Island, and insisted she must be photographed with it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TGdKoyt89II/AAAAAAAACpI/D8bYk-o5IgY/s1600/TraceAlysseAndSnoopy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TGdKoyt89II/AAAAAAAACpI/D8bYk-o5IgY/s400/TraceAlysseAndSnoopy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505451134153454722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Trouble and happiness all at once.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TGdKgmywTyI/AAAAAAAACpA/V0ikOCJJHHQ/s1600/LivsHazMatGloves.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TGdKgmywTyI/AAAAAAAACpA/V0ikOCJJHHQ/s400/LivsHazMatGloves.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505450993513418530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alivia modeling hazmat gloves at Fairfield's "Touch a Truck" event.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TGdKO2RxVFI/AAAAAAAACow/JiXa82CCqsA/s1600/TraceFireHelmet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TGdKO2RxVFI/AAAAAAAACow/JiXa82CCqsA/s400/TraceFireHelmet.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505450688432395346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Trace tries on a Fairfield Fire Department helmet for size.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TGdKGVQT1GI/AAAAAAAACoo/8WOjtMVq4WY/s1600/KidswithStoryLibrarian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TGdKGVQT1GI/AAAAAAAACoo/8WOjtMVq4WY/s400/KidswithStoryLibrarian.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505450542128944226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;The children's librarian we saw weekly this summer. The kids love her, and she's helped nurture a reader in Trace.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TGdJ82iq4mI/AAAAAAAACog/h7gmwMdhsB8/s1600/JasonAlenaAliviaWoodstock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TGdJ82iq4mI/AAAAAAAACog/h7gmwMdhsB8/s400/JasonAlenaAliviaWoodstock.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505450379265630818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bumping up on the ride scale, Alivia is able to enjoy new "big kid" rides at Kings Island this summer. She's a rider at heart.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TGdJx93G4FI/AAAAAAAACoY/21pelkEwmTw/s1600/FullLogRideCar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TGdJx93G4FI/AAAAAAAACoY/21pelkEwmTw/s400/FullLogRideCar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505450192251838546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Please note: Our children did not inherit this desire for thrill from me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-646038752090805893?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/646038752090805893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=646038752090805893' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/646038752090805893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/646038752090805893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2010/08/view-from-here.html' title='The view from here'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TGdK4TUEVaI/AAAAAAAACpQ/AVNOtUD2wf8/s72-c/TraceAlysseWhipping.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-5869088509723708278</id><published>2010-07-05T21:18:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T21:20:33.561-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outdoors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swimming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fourth of July'/><title type='text'>Best 4th of July ever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TDE4vCHEM4I/AAAAAAAACng/y1g1tRQRTU4/s1600/FourthGlassesKids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490231801412858754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TDE4vCHEM4I/AAAAAAAACng/y1g1tRQRTU4/s400/FourthGlassesKids.jpg" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Four kids + anticipation of fireworks + beautiful weather = craziness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TDJxTlSEM7I/AAAAAAAACno/jK3HXj1Jl1s/s1600/TraceBBall4th2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TDJxTlSEM7I/AAAAAAAACno/jK3HXj1Jl1s/s400/TraceBBall4th2010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490575476957393842"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cute little dude + relaxing, kicking back + a little ball = great family time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TDKCuQ7SgaI/AAAAAAAACoI/OjcP0vAOX3s/s1600/KidswChief.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TDKCuQ7SgaI/AAAAAAAACoI/OjcP0vAOX3s/s400/KidswChief.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490594627047293346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of my favorite people + big, red fire engine + four kids = laughs, horn blowing, memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TDJx_ioE5XI/AAAAAAAACnw/Guvx7PeHkSQ/s1600/AliviaAlysseFirewords2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TDJx_ioE5XI/AAAAAAAACnw/Guvx7PeHkSQ/s400/AliviaAlysseFirewords2010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490576232158651762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Four kids psyched about booms and blasts + Fairfield's great fireworks show + Harbin Park (best location to view said fireworks) = Ooohhhs, aaaahhhs and shielding of eyes from the moments of brightness&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TDJy5hntehI/AAAAAAAACoA/MHrmoQ_PLqk/s1600/AliviaDad4thChicken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TDJy5hntehI/AAAAAAAACoA/MHrmoQ_PLqk/s400/AliviaDad4thChicken.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490577228321094162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A little helper + the &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2009/08/the-other-pam-anderson/" target="_blank"&gt;Pioneer Woman's rib rub&lt;/a&gt; + a fresh whole chicken + grill + blackberry cobbler + corn on the cob = a delicious 4th of July meal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TDKC74t3VaI/AAAAAAAACoQ/1iEF76bzTs8/s1600/KidsYMCA4thJuly2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 220px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TDKC74t3VaI/AAAAAAAACoQ/1iEF76bzTs8/s400/KidsYMCA4thJuly2010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490594861066704290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Pool + kids + splashing = swimming, laughing, love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add it all up = best 4th of July ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-5869088509723708278?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/5869088509723708278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=5869088509723708278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/5869088509723708278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/5869088509723708278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2010/07/best-4th-of-july-ever.html' title='Best 4th of July ever'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TDE4vCHEM4I/AAAAAAAACng/y1g1tRQRTU4/s72-c/FourthGlassesKids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-1675736076288215773</id><published>2010-06-27T23:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T23:33:24.755-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='swimming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Goggle giggles</title><content type='html'>For the last two weeks the kids have been trying to convince me they "need" goggles for their swimming adventures. While saving money and living better today at Wal-Mart, I stumbled upon a goggle deal that turned their "need" into an extra $3 added to the bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once home, they were thrilled and immediately went about testing out the goods. This involved strapping the goggles on and sticking their heads into the four inches of water their sand and water play table holds. They were pleased with the results, so just imagine the goggle potential in more than three gallons of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They now "need" to go to the pool tomorrow for google testing and research.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TCgUV-172_I/AAAAAAAACnQ/lef0BxUEhWg/s1600/AlysseGoggles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TCgUV-172_I/AAAAAAAACnQ/lef0BxUEhWg/s400/AlysseGoggles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487658513829977074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TCgUFsTnKAI/AAAAAAAACnI/jJnswUP5YKA/s1600/TraceGoggles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TCgUFsTnKAI/AAAAAAAACnI/jJnswUP5YKA/s400/TraceGoggles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487658233976268802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TCgUAr6GZPI/AAAAAAAACnA/OfhGtNmFnsU/s1600/AliviaGoggles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TCgUAr6GZPI/AAAAAAAACnA/OfhGtNmFnsU/s400/AliviaGoggles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487658147969918194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TCgT2qlSzyI/AAAAAAAACm4/WA5gr7MhWC0/s1600/AlenaGoggles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TCgT2qlSzyI/AAAAAAAACm4/WA5gr7MhWC0/s400/AlenaGoggles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487657975815524130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And the 75 cents a piece we paid for the goggles was totally worth it ... simply for the crazy goggle mugshots we got.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-1675736076288215773?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/1675736076288215773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=1675736076288215773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/1675736076288215773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/1675736076288215773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2010/06/goggle-giggles.html' title='Goggle giggles'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TCgUV-172_I/AAAAAAAACnQ/lef0BxUEhWg/s72-c/AlysseGoggles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-5430681292808907328</id><published>2010-06-14T22:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T22:40:12.928-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a few reasons ...</title><content type='html'>why our kids are spoiled stinking rotten. But, I know, this too shall pass, and sooner than I'd like, we'll have four kids that don't want to be seen anywhere around us. So until that time comes, we'll indulge them with trips to the zoo and perhaps too much splashing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our summer days are numbered. Our days (wanting to be) together are numbered. Our days being completely thrilled by backyard sprinklers are numbered. My memories won't be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TBbbos_zVSI/AAAAAAAACmM/7J_Mlyw0Tro/s1600/TraceBlueTonguedLizard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TBbbos_zVSI/AAAAAAAACmM/7J_Mlyw0Tro/s400/TraceBlueTonguedLizard.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482811088690173218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Trace checking out a blue-tongued lizard at the &lt;a href="http://www.cincinnatizoo.org" target="_blank"&gt;Cincinnati Zoo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TBbbTxETM-I/AAAAAAAACmE/zzvffmy4QAw/s1600/AliviaAlysseRedFootedTortoise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TBbbTxETM-I/AAAAAAAACmE/zzvffmy4QAw/s400/AliviaAlysseRedFootedTortoise.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482810729005528034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alivia and Alysse enjoying a red-footed tortoise at the zoo. They would have packed him up to come home with us.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TBbfDi1dbRI/AAAAAAAACmc/H_2D9-jeaTo/s1600/BeachBallTrio.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TBbfDi1dbRI/AAAAAAAACmc/H_2D9-jeaTo/s400/BeachBallTrio.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482814848353791250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Just one of the reasons why the county's water department LOVES us.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TBbbHaVNgCI/AAAAAAAACl8/IYD1BOFJG0U/s1600/AlysseLoungingSun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TBbbHaVNgCI/AAAAAAAACl8/IYD1BOFJG0U/s400/AlysseLoungingSun.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482810516744011810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alysse kicking back on the patio.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TBba3YRZYjI/AAAAAAAACl0/2TdXpr4OXqM/s1600/AlenaOnTopofTheWorld.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TBba3YRZYjI/AAAAAAAACl0/2TdXpr4OXqM/s400/AlenaOnTopofTheWorld.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482810241313235506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alena at the top of a rope jungle gym we've discovered at a local park.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TBbakd0-8SI/AAAAAAAACls/2M2BSZWlBFs/s1600/FourBikeRiders.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TBbakd0-8SI/AAAAAAAACls/2M2BSZWlBFs/s400/FourBikeRiders.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482809916387160354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Visiting this particular park once a week or so, we've learned the walking path is great for bike riding.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TBbaBKOrSGI/AAAAAAAAClc/YR2H1koFGRY/s1600/KidsEBCYMCAWaterpark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TBbaBKOrSGI/AAAAAAAAClc/YR2H1koFGRY/s400/KidsEBCYMCAWaterpark.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482809309830793314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;We've got four kids that will now "go under" thanks to visits to East Butler County YMCA's waterpark.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TBbdFwjM_vI/AAAAAAAACmU/WlxmaRjkEcc/s1600/AliviaWaterSlideKI62010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TBbdFwjM_vI/AAAAAAAACmU/WlxmaRjkEcc/s400/AliviaWaterSlideKI62010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482812687371796210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Sunday visit to Kings Island's Boomerang Bay proved popular. While they enjoyed the water slides, Alivia and Alysse named the lazy river their "favorite."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TBbZtaNeK4I/AAAAAAAAClU/ma5E-tB7uRk/s1600/AlenaAliviaAquarium62010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TBbZtaNeK4I/AAAAAAAAClU/ma5E-tB7uRk/s400/AlenaAliviaAquarium62010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482808970523323266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;Alena and Alivia check out the jelly fish at the &lt;a href="http://www.newportaquarium.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Newport Aquarium&lt;/a&gt;. The kids are always especially taken with this portion of the exhibits.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TBbZMzH6CbI/AAAAAAAAClM/ms2GMtPT1ec/s1600/KidsPurplePeopleBridge62010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TBbZMzH6CbI/AAAAAAAAClM/ms2GMtPT1ec/s400/KidsPurplePeopleBridge62010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482808410275187122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;After the aquarium we took a walk across &lt;a href="http://www.purplepeoplebridge.com/" target="_blank"&gt;The Purple People Bridge&lt;/a&gt;. Spotting a large barge made it super cool for Trace.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-5430681292808907328?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/5430681292808907328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=5430681292808907328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/5430681292808907328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/5430681292808907328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-few-reasons.html' title='Just a few reasons ...'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TBbbos_zVSI/AAAAAAAACmM/7J_Mlyw0Tro/s72-c/TraceBlueTonguedLizard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-6708400744539366538</id><published>2010-06-03T22:24:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T22:26:19.721-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='growing up'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kindergarten'/><title type='text'>School's out for the summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"It has been wonderful having Alena in my class this year. She has worked very hard. Keep reading and writing with her this summer, and have a fantastic first grade year!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TAhfEou-qjI/AAAAAAAACk0/zv37ef5FAU8/s1600/AlenaLastKDay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TAhfEou-qjI/AAAAAAAACk0/zv37ef5FAU8/s400/AlenaLastKDay.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478733479954786866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the note added by Alena's kindergarten teacher to the wonderful fourth-quarter report card she brought home today. She's a first-grader now. Once the school year got rolling, the days flew by (at least for mom).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really does seem not long ago that we were taking first-day-of-school photos and &lt;a href="http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2009/08/wheels-on-bus.html" target="_blank"&gt;I was crying after the school bus&lt;/a&gt;. Now she's got a year of school under her belt (minus one missed day), and flies on and off the bus without either one of us batting an eye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TAhfT_97zFI/AAAAAAAACk8/15hs101TE3M/s1600/AlenaLastKDay2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TAhfT_97zFI/AAAAAAAACk8/15hs101TE3M/s400/AlenaLastKDay2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478733743889566802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We're fortunate that Alena was given such a positive school experience from the very beginning. And even on her last day of school, she had a note tucked in her backpack from Mrs. Bonner asking the students to keep in touch over the summer. She included her home address so they can write her and fill her in on what they're up too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a terrific way to encourage their writing, and she'll genuinely enjoy getting each update. She'll most definitely be hearing from Alena; and Alena will be so thrilled with the letter writing and mailing aspect the learning will be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First grade here she comes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-6708400744539366538?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/6708400744539366538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=6708400744539366538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/6708400744539366538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/6708400744539366538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2010/06/schools-out-for-summer.html' title='School&apos;s out for the summer'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/TAhfEou-qjI/AAAAAAAACk0/zv37ef5FAU8/s72-c/AlenaLastKDay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-7562461751196863040</id><published>2010-05-26T21:36:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T21:36:34.920-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outdoors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='games'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>Christmas in May</title><content type='html'>These days ... I wouldn't trade for a string of Christmases. The grass-covered feet are better than decked out evergreens. The pruney fingertips are better than chocked full stockings. The shrieks of cold water hitting warm skin are better than Christmas morning smiles. These days will last in my mind forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S_3JsFfyCAI/AAAAAAAACkc/IdagYE6AK1Q/s1600/WaterTableGroup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S_3JsFfyCAI/AAAAAAAACkc/IdagYE6AK1Q/s400/WaterTableGroup.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475754481179297794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S_3J2gObb2I/AAAAAAAACkk/E9TmbSTqsi4/s1600/AlenaWaterBalloons526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S_3J2gObb2I/AAAAAAAACkk/E9TmbSTqsi4/s400/AlenaWaterBalloons526.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475754660152962914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S_3Jh0x1e7I/AAAAAAAACkU/mYbCDFSgzs8/s1600/TraceWaterGun526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S_3Jh0x1e7I/AAAAAAAACkU/mYbCDFSgzs8/s400/TraceWaterGun526.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475754304892926898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ornery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S_x6xMEs5wI/AAAAAAAACj8/92uxb094uwU/s1600/Aliviasprinkler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S_x6xMEs5wI/AAAAAAAACj8/92uxb094uwU/s400/Aliviasprinkler.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475386232448804610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S_x6_3zmXUI/AAAAAAAACkE/hotehX8ytBM/s1600/AlysseSprinkler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S_x6_3zmXUI/AAAAAAAACkE/hotehX8ytBM/s400/AlysseSprinkler.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475386484706401602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Innocent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-7562461751196863040?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/7562461751196863040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=7562461751196863040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/7562461751196863040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/7562461751196863040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2010/05/christmas-in-may.html' title='Christmas in May'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S_3JsFfyCAI/AAAAAAAACkc/IdagYE6AK1Q/s72-c/WaterTableGroup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-8647874193266214386</id><published>2010-05-18T22:22:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T22:25:09.047-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dancing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alivia'/><title type='text'>Dancing divas</title><content type='html'>Having dedicated nearly every Thursday night of the past nine months to maxifords and shuffle/hop/steps Alena and Alivia made their tap dancing debut Saturday afternoon (with a repeat performance Sunday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the plastering of their hair into slick, tight buns and the tramping up of their faces with eyeshadow, cream blush and bright red lipstick they slap/stepped and ball/changed their way to applause. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S_NAtiUc3sI/AAAAAAAACjU/iDv4t_MF4p0/s1600/AlenaAliviaDanceRecital.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S_NAtiUc3sI/AAAAAAAACjU/iDv4t_MF4p0/s400/AlenaAliviaDanceRecital.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472789123236159170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unfazed by the lights and packed auditorium, but totally relishing the hairspray and lipstick, they now wish to sign up for additional dance lessons, skipping straight to the costumes and stage. God help us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alivia danced with a preschool tap class to "Yankee Doodle Dandy," and her red, white and blue costume was pixie perfect. While Alena was sure Alivia would cry on stage, there wasn't any way tears were getting past her huge, red smile. Kudos to a little tap dancer whose rhythm we're still looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S_NB7h6EHqI/AAAAAAAACjk/y5nFM2fIj-0/s1600/AliviasYankeeDoodle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S_NB7h6EHqI/AAAAAAAACjk/y5nFM2fIj-0/s400/AliviasYankeeDoodle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472790463155281570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S-DMi9o6lJI/AAAAAAAACik/0upGWhaccaI/s1600/AliviaYankeeDoodleDandy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S-DMi9o6lJI/AAAAAAAACik/0upGWhaccaI/s400/AliviaYankeeDoodleDandy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467594848661574802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alena danced with an elementary tap class to "Shining Star" from the &lt;i&gt;Lizzie McGuire&lt;/i&gt; movie soundtrack, and her sequined costume met her hot momma standards. Having worried over the past couple of months about getting on stage (and at one point wondering if she even wanted to do it), she lined up and marched backstage without hesitation. After coming off stage she was all smiles and wanted to know when she could do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S_NB04C_jDI/AAAAAAAACjc/xv8etpo3Q4w/s1600/AlenasShiningStar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S_NB04C_jDI/AAAAAAAACjc/xv8etpo3Q4w/s400/AlenasShiningStar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472790348839226418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S-DMbud9sEI/AAAAAAAACic/agRGOvszgm8/s1600/AlenaShiningStar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S-DMbud9sEI/AAAAAAAACic/agRGOvszgm8/s400/AlenaShiningStar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467594724330025026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While I suspect neither will end up dancing on Broadway, the experience of working toward a dance performance and then having the confidence to dance your little heart out on stage takes top billing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-8647874193266214386?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/8647874193266214386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=8647874193266214386' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/8647874193266214386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/8647874193266214386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2010/05/dancing-divas.html' title='Dancing divas'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S_NAtiUc3sI/AAAAAAAACjU/iDv4t_MF4p0/s72-c/AlenaAliviaDanceRecital.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-9067462022900980280</id><published>2010-05-12T22:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T22:11:18.502-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>20 questions with Trace</title><content type='html'>Okay, we've gotten to my little shadow. The sayer of "Mommy?" 53,456 times a day. My little dude who's always willing to help me out (add to any mess I've got going on) and my own personal alarm clock (not by snuggling, but instead by his stuffed dog biting my face).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's a hot head who blows up at me numerous times a day, but can melt my heart with one of his good night hugs. I call him "Tonto" ... and "Stormy" ... and "Traceman" ... and "Buddy." I've got money on him breaking an arm before the summer is over. He's my everything in one little, temperamental package. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;i&gt;What is your favorite TV show? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Chuggington"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;i&gt;What is your favorite movie? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Toy Story"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S-tY-HpFrDI/AAAAAAAACis/IZA2H5rmOGw/s1600/TraceRoastedMarshmallow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S-tY-HpFrDI/AAAAAAAACis/IZA2H5rmOGw/s400/TraceRoastedMarshmallow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470563996598119474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. &lt;i&gt;What is your favorite food? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Chicken and cereal"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;i&gt;Who is your best friend? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Papa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;i&gt;Who is your favorite singer? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Chicken Fried" (read: Zac Brown Band)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;i&gt;What is your favorite song? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Hillbilly Bone" (by Blake Shelton)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;i&gt;What is your favorite book? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Smash! Crash!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;i&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Papa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;i&gt;Would you rather play outside or inside? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Outside"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S-tZoEa786I/AAAAAAAACi8/7zxoqjKZ1sk/s1600/TraceKICarousel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S-tZoEa786I/AAAAAAAACi8/7zxoqjKZ1sk/s400/TraceKICarousel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470564717287961506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;10. &lt;i&gt;Would you rather swing or slide? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Slide"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;i&gt;What's better - swimming in the pool or bike riding? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Swimming in the pool"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;i&gt;Chocolate or vanilla? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Chocolate"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;i&gt;Would you rather have a cookie or candy? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Candy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;i&gt;How do you like your marshmallows roasted? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Brown" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;i&gt;Where is your favorite place to go? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Bye bye"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S-tZZAbsQYI/AAAAAAAACi0/3up741YY3bI/s1600/TraceFirstDentistAppt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S-tZZAbsQYI/AAAAAAAACi0/3up741YY3bI/s400/TraceFirstDentistAppt.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470564458519347586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;16. &lt;i&gt;Which do you like better - bubblegum or chocolate chips? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Bubblegum"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;i&gt;What are you scared of? ::&lt;/i&gt; "I don't know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;i&gt;What makes you happy? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Goofy" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;i&gt;What makes you smile? ::&lt;/i&gt; "My car"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;i&gt;What makes you sad? ::&lt;/i&gt; "When my Treaty's gone." (his stuffed dog lovey)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-9067462022900980280?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/9067462022900980280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=9067462022900980280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/9067462022900980280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/9067462022900980280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2010/05/20-questions-with-trace.html' title='20 questions with Trace'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S-tY-HpFrDI/AAAAAAAACis/IZA2H5rmOGw/s72-c/TraceRoastedMarshmallow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-8347481489753226120</id><published>2010-05-01T22:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-02T16:21:48.856-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alysse'/><title type='text'>20 questions with Alysse</title><content type='html'>If you looked up the word "whipper-snapper" in the dictionary, the word's definition would read "&lt;i&gt;n.&lt;/i&gt; Alysse Scott." At three, Alysse loves life and is counting down the days until she can start preschool. She's a constant learner, a compassionate soul and has a heart that breaks easily. She's got a million dollar smile and is happy 99 percent of the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;i&gt;What is your favorite TV show? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Imagination Movers"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;i&gt;What is your favorite movie? ::&lt;/i&gt; "A Bug's Life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S9zdErzB20I/AAAAAAAACh8/9s9nxmWI8JE/s1600/PPieSliding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S9zdErzB20I/AAAAAAAACh8/9s9nxmWI8JE/s400/PPieSliding.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466487120266910530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. &lt;i&gt;What is your favorite food? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Pancakes"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;i&gt;Who is your best friend? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Le-le" (Alena)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;i&gt;Who is your favorite singer? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Taylor Swift"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;i&gt;What is your favorite song? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Love Story" (by Taylor Swift)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;i&gt;What is your favorite book? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Silly Tilly"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;i&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up? ::&lt;/i&gt; "A cowgirl"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;i&gt;Would you rather play outside or inside? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Outside"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S9zc7o2c3AI/AAAAAAAACh0/p_8kkNCAG7k/s1600/PPieParkPlaying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S9zc7o2c3AI/AAAAAAAACh0/p_8kkNCAG7k/s400/PPieParkPlaying.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466486964857134082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;10. &lt;i&gt;Would you rather swing or slide? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Swing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;i&gt;What's better - swimming in the pool or bike riding? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Swimming in the pool"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;i&gt;Chocolate or vanilla? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Chocolate"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;i&gt;Would you rather have a cookie or candy? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Candy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;i&gt;How do you like your marshmallows roasted? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Roasted" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;i&gt;Where is your favorite place to go? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Kings Island"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S9zdNGBRTDI/AAAAAAAACiE/VIBSzGoU3R0/s1600/PPieZooTurtle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S9zdNGBRTDI/AAAAAAAACiE/VIBSzGoU3R0/s400/PPieZooTurtle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466487264744918066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;16. &lt;i&gt;Which do you like better - bubblegum or chocolate chips? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Bubblegum"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;i&gt;What are you scared of? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Scary things in movies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;i&gt;What makes you happy? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Bun Bun" (her stuffed rabbit lovey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;i&gt;What makes you smile? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Aunt Mandy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;i&gt;What makes you sad? ::&lt;/i&gt; "People who don't play with me."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-8347481489753226120?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/8347481489753226120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=8347481489753226120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/8347481489753226120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/8347481489753226120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2010/05/20-questions-for-alysse.html' title='20 questions with Alysse'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S9zdErzB20I/AAAAAAAACh8/9s9nxmWI8JE/s72-c/PPieSliding.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-1717844816003659992</id><published>2010-04-22T22:06:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T22:08:53.318-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alivia'/><title type='text'>20 questions with Alivia</title><content type='html'>Had to keep the fun going ... even as their mom, I'm curious how they'll answer the questions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the world according to Alivia - lover of all things furry; current nurturer of four painted lady chrysalises; and preschooler who needs luring away from the art center. Her answers provide a glimpse of her love of nature (except spiders) and her humor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;i&gt;What is your favorite TV show? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Hannah Montana"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;i&gt;What is your favorite movie? ::&lt;/i&gt; "The Princess &amp; the Frog"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S9D_iPB5w-I/AAAAAAAAChc/tHI7ItUQCoQ/s1600/AliviaTurtleAquarium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S9D_iPB5w-I/AAAAAAAAChc/tHI7ItUQCoQ/s400/AliviaTurtleAquarium.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463147311615558626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. &lt;i&gt;What is your favorite food? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Those chocolate things for breakfast" (nutritionally-void chocolate-filled breakfast crepes that she'd eat every day if I'd let her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;i&gt;Who is your best friend? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Miss Rachael" (her preschool teacher)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;i&gt;Who is your favorite singer? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Lady Antebellum"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;i&gt;What is your favorite song? ::&lt;/i&gt; "You Belong with Me" (by Taylor Swift)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;i&gt;What is your favorite book? ::&lt;/i&gt; "&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Encyclopedia-Animals-DK-Publishing/dp/0756619726/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1271988480&amp;sr=8-4" target="_blank"&gt;Encyclopedia of Animals&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;i&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up? ::&lt;/i&gt; "A cowgirl"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;i&gt;Would you rather play outside or inside? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Outside"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S9D_rRlCDLI/AAAAAAAAChk/d3uCYCapoDs/s1600/EskimoLiv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S9D_rRlCDLI/AAAAAAAAChk/d3uCYCapoDs/s400/EskimoLiv.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463147466918595762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;10. &lt;i&gt;Would you rather swing or slide? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Swing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;i&gt;What's better - swimming in the pool or bike riding? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Swimming in the pool"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;i&gt;Chocolate or vanilla? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Chocolate"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;i&gt;Would you rather have a cookie or candy? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Candy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;i&gt;How do you like your marshmallows roasted? ::&lt;/i&gt; "A lot" (read: really toasty and crisp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;i&gt;Where is your favorite place to go? ::&lt;/i&gt; "To the mall"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S9D_4O-uBhI/AAAAAAAAChs/WQEJUVgq4Gc/s1600/AliviaKICarouselOpening2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S9D_4O-uBhI/AAAAAAAAChs/WQEJUVgq4Gc/s400/AliviaKICarouselOpening2010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463147689559328274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;16. &lt;i&gt;Which do you like better - bubblegum or chocolate chips? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Bubblegum"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;i&gt;What are you scared of? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Spiders"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;i&gt;What makes you happy? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Ladybugs"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;i&gt;What makes you smile? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Froggy" (her stuffed frog lovey)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;i&gt;What makes you sad? ::&lt;/i&gt; "When daddy doesn't give me what I want." (not that she's a daddy's girl or anything)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-1717844816003659992?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/1717844816003659992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=1717844816003659992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/1717844816003659992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/1717844816003659992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2010/04/20-questions-with-alivia.html' title='20 questions with Alivia'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S9D_iPB5w-I/AAAAAAAAChc/tHI7ItUQCoQ/s72-c/AliviaTurtleAquarium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-5059722969649929954</id><published>2010-04-17T21:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T21:51:39.405-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tooth fairy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kindergarten'/><title type='text'>Tooth dejavu</title><content type='html'>Nine days after &lt;a href="http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2010/04/tooth-tricks.html"&gt;tooth number one came out&lt;/a&gt;, Alena came home from school with a small red box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S8plUCv4qZI/AAAAAAAACg0/2v-RosJ66vg/s1600/ToothSaver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S8plUCv4qZI/AAAAAAAACg0/2v-RosJ66vg/s400/ToothSaver.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461288893149653394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Inside was lost tooth number two. Apparently, if your tooth comes out during carpet time in kindergarten, off to the nurse's office you're sent to get one of these little treasure chests for tooth safe keeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S8pjVDv-1eI/AAAAAAAACgs/bT7aOLCXZnU/s1600/Alena2TeethMissing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S8pjVDv-1eI/AAAAAAAACgs/bT7aOLCXZnU/s400/Alena2TeethMissing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461286711575107042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We knew a second tooth was on its way out, just not that it was so close to making its exit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coincidentally, one of Alena's classmates lost a tooth shortly after her's came out. Who knew Friday morning in Mrs. Bonner's kindergarten classroom could be so exciting?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-5059722969649929954?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/5059722969649929954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=5059722969649929954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/5059722969649929954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/5059722969649929954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2010/04/tooth-dejavu.html' title='Tooth dejavu'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S8plUCv4qZI/AAAAAAAACg0/2v-RosJ66vg/s72-c/ToothSaver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-8683721851328630241</id><published>2010-04-15T22:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T22:33:05.756-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outdoors'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>These days</title><content type='html'>It's as if the heavens have opened up and poured down smiles, running bare feet and the start of summer tans. To say sunshine and warm, breezy days have been gratefully welcomed is an enormous understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S8fDC2nXsvI/AAAAAAAACgU/xp23SbsKUBI/s1600/SlidingPixieGirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S8fDC2nXsvI/AAAAAAAACgU/xp23SbsKUBI/s400/SlidingPixieGirl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460547526997816050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our biggest complaint is that bedtime comes too soon and behinds have to be wedged off swings. There's simply not enough hours in the day for all the bike riding, sliding and squealing that needs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S8fC4yPCvQI/AAAAAAAACgM/cROFW6H7o8A/s1600/ScooterBoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S8fC4yPCvQI/AAAAAAAACgM/cROFW6H7o8A/s400/ScooterBoy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460547354023345410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our yard has come alive with brilliant blue robin eggs hatching in a nest, a pair of visiting mallard ducks and alfresco dinners allowing us to enjoy it all. The kids notice the perfect blue skies, and belt out Taylor Swift tunes while flying through them, carefree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S8fCohDt8CI/AAAAAAAACf8/kNf9uy94G9U/s1600/AlenaBigBikeRiding.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S8fCohDt8CI/AAAAAAAACf8/kNf9uy94G9U/s400/AlenaBigBikeRiding.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460547074534535202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Among the group there's a monkey who could climb UP any slide she crosses paths with; a nature lover who spies every bug, bird and dandelion; a swinger who is self-powered high above us all; and an explorer who inspects garden hoses and lawn equipment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S8fCxW9upOI/AAAAAAAACgE/JAESukVaSNI/s1600/SlideRacers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S8fCxW9upOI/AAAAAAAACgE/JAESukVaSNI/s400/SlideRacers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460547226443883746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh summer, we've missed you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-8683721851328630241?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/8683721851328630241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=8683721851328630241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/8683721851328630241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/8683721851328630241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2010/04/these-days.html' title='These days'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S8fDC2nXsvI/AAAAAAAACgU/xp23SbsKUBI/s72-c/SlidingPixieGirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-3517987923645851879</id><published>2010-04-07T21:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T21:58:03.644-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tooth fairy'/><title type='text'>Tooth tricks</title><content type='html'>Now you see it ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S701v8pswPI/AAAAAAAACf0/3xDnBFUWzxs/s1600/DSCN7846.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S701v8pswPI/AAAAAAAACf0/3xDnBFUWzxs/s400/DSCN7846.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457577421294059762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and now you don't. (Any tooth able to perform that feat is long overdue for removal.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S701ncNc4FI/AAAAAAAACfs/xE1G5ypLWiM/s1600/DSCN7847.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S701ncNc4FI/AAAAAAAACfs/xE1G5ypLWiM/s400/DSCN7847.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457577275146690642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alena lost her first tooth and left us anticipating the tooth fairy's inaugural visit to our house. She's been wiggling the sucker for weeks and totally creeping me out with it. I, for one, was glad she finally let the resident extractor take care of the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S701fpG58TI/AAAAAAAACfk/T2qRC1I5Te8/s1600/DSCN7852.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S701fpG58TI/AAAAAAAACfk/T2qRC1I5Te8/s400/DSCN7852.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457577141169942834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She's now awaiting the 20 spot she thinks the tooth fairy might leave. Let's hope she's not too disappointed with singles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;*As a footnote, others in the house who have yet to loose a tooth were in a limbo state of awe and repulsion at the whole ordeal. Each one claims they will not allow the pulling of any loose teeth they may possess in the future.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-3517987923645851879?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/3517987923645851879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=3517987923645851879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/3517987923645851879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/3517987923645851879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2010/04/tooth-tricks.html' title='Tooth tricks'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S701v8pswPI/AAAAAAAACf0/3xDnBFUWzxs/s72-c/DSCN7846.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-1292788282274656137</id><published>2010-04-06T21:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T21:15:47.931-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>20 questions with Alena</title><content type='html'>For inquiring minds out there ... here's a little interview I conducted with Alena. It's what's inside the mind of a five-year-old who loves music, journaling and school. A snapshot of her as a kindergartner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;i&gt;What is your favorite TV show? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Wizards of Waverly Place"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;i&gt;What is your favorite movie? ::&lt;/i&gt; "High School Musical"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S7vYux2AXII/AAAAAAAACfc/5pwxQv5K9YY/s1600/AlenaOutsideJournaling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S7vYux2AXII/AAAAAAAACfc/5pwxQv5K9YY/s400/AlenaOutsideJournaling.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457193671654923394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. &lt;i&gt;What is your favorite food? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Oranges"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;i&gt;Who is your best friend? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Jada"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;i&gt;Who is your favorite singer? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Taylor Swift"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;i&gt;What is your favorite song? ::&lt;/i&gt; "I Need You Now" (by Lady Antebellum)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;i&gt;What is your favorite book? ::&lt;/i&gt; "The 'We Help Mommy' book" (read: Eloise Wilkin Stories)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;i&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up? ::&lt;/i&gt; "A teacher"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;i&gt;Would you rather play outside or inside? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Outside"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S7VGS3tkl2I/AAAAAAAACec/ZzSCkcte7Sw/s1600/AlenaCrazyFace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S7VGS3tkl2I/AAAAAAAACec/ZzSCkcte7Sw/s400/AlenaCrazyFace.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455343813635905378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;10. &lt;i&gt;Would you rather swing or slide? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Swing"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. &lt;i&gt;What's better - swimming in the pool or bike riding? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Pool"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. &lt;i&gt;Chocolate or vanilla? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Vanilla"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;i&gt;Would you rather have a cookie or candy? ::&lt;/i&gt; "A cookie"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;i&gt;How do you like your marshmallows roasted? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Sometimes burnt, sometimes light"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;i&gt;Where is your favorite place to go? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Kings Island"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S7VGM74UEHI/AAAAAAAACeU/JD8UsU382ew/s1600/AlenaZooPortrait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S7VGM74UEHI/AAAAAAAACeU/JD8UsU382ew/s400/AlenaZooPortrait.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455343711675486322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;16. &lt;i&gt;Which do you like better - bubblegum or chocolate chips? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Bubblegum"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;i&gt;What are you scared of? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Trace when he is mean."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;i&gt;What makes you happy? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. &lt;i&gt;What makes you smile? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Happy people"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;i&gt;What makes you sad? ::&lt;/i&gt; "Mean people"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-1292788282274656137?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/1292788282274656137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=1292788282274656137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/1292788282274656137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/1292788282274656137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2010/04/20-questions-with-alena.html' title='20 questions with Alena'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S7vYux2AXII/AAAAAAAACfc/5pwxQv5K9YY/s72-c/AlenaOutsideJournaling.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-8664917693309770918</id><published>2010-04-05T22:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T22:03:59.168-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><title type='text'>Easter fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S7qTqOYcO7I/AAAAAAAACfU/nCoM-CQneVk/s1600/DSCN7788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 183px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S7qTqOYcO7I/AAAAAAAACfU/nCoM-CQneVk/s400/DSCN7788.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456836252137175986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A little relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S7qTivlJ0OI/AAAAAAAACfM/Tf80tWMryJU/s1600/DSCN7791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S7qTivlJ0OI/AAAAAAAACfM/Tf80tWMryJU/s400/DSCN7791.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456836123609911522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Many smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S7qTY7P9s8I/AAAAAAAACfE/X_3ChLThHsg/s1600/DSCN7793.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S7qTY7P9s8I/AAAAAAAACfE/X_3ChLThHsg/s400/DSCN7793.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456835954943570882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lots of happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S7qTS1ytNJI/AAAAAAAACe8/tSsG0dlI_eQ/s1600/DSCN7808.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S7qTS1ytNJI/AAAAAAAACe8/tSsG0dlI_eQ/s400/DSCN7808.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456835850399462546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Friendly competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S7qTHxL1zVI/AAAAAAAACe0/oa04pkj-eTs/s1600/DSCN7812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S7qTHxL1zVI/AAAAAAAACe0/oa04pkj-eTs/s400/DSCN7812.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456835660184145234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Small surprises found.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-8664917693309770918?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/8664917693309770918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=8664917693309770918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/8664917693309770918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/8664917693309770918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-fun.html' title='Easter fun'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S7qTqOYcO7I/AAAAAAAACfU/nCoM-CQneVk/s72-c/DSCN7788.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-3053983584648511148</id><published>2010-04-01T21:46:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T21:54:53.963-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter'/><title type='text'>Well disguised stalkers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S7VMdvSgBFI/AAAAAAAACes/0G6ln5LChJ8/s1600/EasterBunny2010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 333px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S7VMdvSgBFI/AAAAAAAACes/0G6ln5LChJ8/s400/EasterBunny2010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455350597423203410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If some crazed kidnapper ever wanted to secure one of our kids, all he or she would need to do is rent a cute costume. Our kids become mascot stalkers on the turn of a dime. They'd be lured anywhere by a big, fake head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kings Island's Scooby Doo has had to peel himself away from them. Several weeks ago it was Mr. Red Legs at a local carnival. Today, well, it was the unsuspecting Easter Bunny. He received no less than six hugs, ten high fives, two nose taps and three kisses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-3053983584648511148?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/3053983584648511148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=3053983584648511148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/3053983584648511148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/3053983584648511148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2010/04/well-disguised-stalkers.html' title='Well disguised stalkers'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S7VMdvSgBFI/AAAAAAAACes/0G6ln5LChJ8/s72-c/EasterBunny2010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-6887319809372879497</id><published>2010-03-31T22:08:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T22:08:59.653-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>For my grandma</title><content type='html'>Because no one misses new photos on the (neglected) blog more than my grandma, this one's for her. The cute, the funny and the odd. If nothing else, they shall serve to prove we're still alive, crazier than ever and thinking of her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S7P7r2ZYTpI/AAAAAAAACeM/khLcpHguHZg/s1600/BettyCrockerAlysse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S7P7r2ZYTpI/AAAAAAAACeM/khLcpHguHZg/s400/BettyCrockerAlysse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454980304430714514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Baby Betty Crocker:&lt;/b&gt; Our "to do" list for the week included making cookies with Alysse running the show. Her plan was for her to be in charge and I was to help. And so it was. She operated the stand mixer, poured and stirred. The best kitchen helper I've found yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S7P7inbjzMI/AAAAAAAACeE/see8BhOiZj0/s1600/ShavingTraceman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S7P7inbjzMI/AAAAAAAACeE/see8BhOiZj0/s400/ShavingTraceman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454980145794501826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Baby Face:&lt;/b&gt; Since receiving a Thomas the Train shaving set for Christmas, Trace has become even more manly than previously demonstrated. Jason lathers him up and he provides the close shave. What's most amusing is that he believes it's all "for real."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S7P7aHmfJjI/AAAAAAAACd8/9XfHZoJEAIE/s1600/AliviaSwift.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S7P7aHmfJjI/AAAAAAAACd8/9XfHZoJEAIE/s400/AliviaSwift.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454979999811446322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Alivia Swift:&lt;/b&gt; Obviously inspired by Taylor Swift's Sunday night concert, Alivia spent most of the day channeling the megastar. At one point she was serenading the neighborhood with "Fearless" through our open windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S7P7QjR9rKI/AAAAAAAACd0/xUmwb7Uv24Y/s1600/AlenasSawDustPatch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S7P7QjR9rKI/AAAAAAAACd0/xUmwb7Uv24Y/s400/AlenasSawDustPatch.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454979835442867362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ahoy, matie:&lt;/b&gt; During a recent incident in which Alena got sawdust in her eye, she effectively doctored herself with some Scotch tape and toliet paper. Creativity is something she doesn't lack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-6887319809372879497?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/6887319809372879497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=6887319809372879497' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/6887319809372879497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/6887319809372879497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2010/03/for-my-grandma.html' title='For my grandma'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S7P7r2ZYTpI/AAAAAAAACeM/khLcpHguHZg/s72-c/BettyCrockerAlysse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-1480990929513070715</id><published>2010-03-19T22:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T22:33:17.561-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alysse'/><title type='text'>Be still my heart</title><content type='html'>Do you love them? I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S6Qxvt-4RpI/AAAAAAAACdk/dr-BmobLHzw/s1600-h/TraceAlysseKissing1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S6Qxvt-4RpI/AAAAAAAACdk/dr-BmobLHzw/s400/TraceAlysseKissing1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450536144892085906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Are they priceless? Yes, when they're not coming to blows in the checkout line of Target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S6Qx2WMciVI/AAAAAAAACds/THdX1Oo_slk/s1600-h/TraceAlysseKissing2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S6Qx2WMciVI/AAAAAAAACds/THdX1Oo_slk/s400/TraceAlysseKissing2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450536258765621586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Would I trade them? Not a chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-1480990929513070715?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/1480990929513070715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=1480990929513070715' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/1480990929513070715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/1480990929513070715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2010/03/be-still-my-heart.html' title='Be still my heart'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S6Qxvt-4RpI/AAAAAAAACdk/dr-BmobLHzw/s72-c/TraceAlysseKissing1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-5304048676413968534</id><published>2010-03-17T22:31:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T22:32:31.212-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out and about'/><title type='text'>St. Paddy's night out</title><content type='html'>Leprechauns are more exciting than Valentine's Day roses. Green beer is more adventurous than Mother's Day buffets. So we were a little excited about St. Patrick's Day around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S6GNOYQlbSI/AAAAAAAACdM/uz0h1cIExVs/s1600-h/StPaddysCrew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S6GNOYQlbSI/AAAAAAAACdM/uz0h1cIExVs/s400/StPaddysCrew.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449792302264708386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once everyone was sporting the color of the day, the green beer was ordered. And while they were intrigued by the beer's color change, leprechauns drank plain old Sprite. There was green ice cream involved later, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S6GOnlLqR6I/AAAAAAAACdc/lFdp8xEgIaU/s1600-h/GreenBeer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S6GOnlLqR6I/AAAAAAAACdc/lFdp8xEgIaU/s400/GreenBeer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449793834742073250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-5304048676413968534?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/5304048676413968534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=5304048676413968534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/5304048676413968534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/5304048676413968534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2010/03/st-paddys-night-out.html' title='St. Paddy&apos;s night out'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S6GNOYQlbSI/AAAAAAAACdM/uz0h1cIExVs/s72-c/StPaddysCrew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-4207012067669521079</id><published>2010-03-09T21:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T14:28:23.312-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alena'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kindergarten'/><title type='text'>Window seat smile</title><content type='html'>One of the highlights of my day is seeing Alena off to school on the bus. It's not a highlight because she's leaving, but because her face smiling through the bus window warms my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S5b--Hpy_wI/AAAAAAAACc8/VxDQR7YP7GA/s1600-h/AlenaBusWindow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S5b--Hpy_wI/AAAAAAAACc8/VxDQR7YP7GA/s400/AlenaBusWindow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446821142510894850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She must be kindergarten's biggest fan. The friends, her teacher, the bus ride ... she loves them all. Each day she's off to learn something new, come home spelling a new word and relate stories about classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days my eyes get teary when she's doing her "I love you" sign as the bus drives away. It seems unfair she's gotten so big so fast. It seems impossible she's old enough to get herself to and from school everyday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days I'm the one waving my "I love you" hand as wildly as possible to make sure she doesn't miss it. It seems there's never enough time to tell her just how proud she makes me. It seems time won't go quickly enough until that bus is bringing her back home again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-4207012067669521079?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/4207012067669521079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=4207012067669521079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/4207012067669521079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/4207012067669521079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2010/03/wheels-on-bus.html' title='Window seat smile'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S5b--Hpy_wI/AAAAAAAACc8/VxDQR7YP7GA/s72-c/AlenaBusWindow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-8391039799633283444</id><published>2010-02-24T22:53:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T22:56:58.528-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alysse'/><title type='text'>They are three ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S4XosMwPe6I/AAAAAAAACcM/hhwY3fooslE/s1600-h/TraceAlysse3BDay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S4XosMwPe6I/AAAAAAAACcM/hhwY3fooslE/s400/TraceAlysse3BDay.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442011570782567330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and yes, that's a rice cake under Trace's candles. His choices were pie, cupcakes or rice krispie treats and he chose a rice cake. These are the tribulations of our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S4Xpw3aBKEI/AAAAAAAACcs/bFXi_v3aUkE/s1600-h/GoggleBoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S4Xpw3aBKEI/AAAAAAAACcs/bFXi_v3aUkE/s400/GoggleBoy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442012750463182914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At three years old, Trace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; loves to help dad work with tools. He's the best little helper going and wears his googles for safety (even some days for lunch).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; eats chicken, peanut butter, crackers and pears. That about sums it up. He's also recently fallen in love with Starburst candies. I'm thinking we could get him to do just about anything for a Starburst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; is captivated by anything with wheels. Trains, trucks, tractors ... you name it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; says "mommy" 52,329 times per day. Half of those times he doesn't have anything else to say, I think he's just checking that I'm still around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; can turn stormy in an instant when things don't go his way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; is always the first little person up in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; gives the best good night hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; can get dressed and undressed with some help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; loves &lt;a href="http://www.blakeshelton.com/home"&gt;Blake Shelton&lt;/a&gt;'s "Hillybilly Bone" (which ironically features Trace Adkins).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S4Xog_DWl8I/AAAAAAAACcE/YQYEo17gjL0/s1600-h/Trace3BdayWoody.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S4Xog_DWl8I/AAAAAAAACcE/YQYEo17gjL0/s400/Trace3BdayWoody.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442011378126067650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;li&gt; thinks dogs make the world go around.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; can simultaneously make all three of his sisters scream for different reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; is looking forward to the new &lt;i&gt;Toy Story&lt;/i&gt; movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; is the best friend a mom could ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; picks up NONE of his toys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; has, at times, been threatened with duct tape and dismemberment.&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S4XpcD0Aq5I/AAAAAAAACcc/2jdFUmL4UTA/s1600-h/Alysse3BdayDoodle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S4XpcD0Aq5I/AAAAAAAACcc/2jdFUmL4UTA/s400/Alysse3BdayDoodle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442012393016175506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At three, Alysse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt; can drink faster than any child you've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; climbs anything and everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; loves her older sisters and wants to do their "big girl" things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; has been dubbed "most likely to pursue a career in competition eating" among our offspring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; frequently thinks she's a cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; has been given the nickname P. Pie McSkittle (among other misnomers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; called Alivia "Liv" for the first time just days ago. She typically refers to Alivia (her best friend) as "Pixie Mae."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; can get dressed and undressed all by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; never shuts up. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; is the child closest to flying our nest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S4XpjU5gbOI/AAAAAAAACck/5OHbwP2R6BY/s1600-h/Alysse3BdayCupcake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S4XpjU5gbOI/AAAAAAAACck/5OHbwP2R6BY/s400/Alysse3BdayCupcake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442012517861715170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;li&gt; makes my heart sing beyond compare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; absolutely, positively loves books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; can't wait to start preschool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; asks if her teeth are "sparkly" after she brushes them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt; gets frightened easily.&lt;/ul&gt;Now on with the year of fear ... two three year olds. Yikes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-8391039799633283444?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/8391039799633283444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=8391039799633283444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/8391039799633283444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/8391039799633283444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2010/02/they-are-three.html' title='They are three ...'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S4XosMwPe6I/AAAAAAAACcM/hhwY3fooslE/s72-c/TraceAlysse3BDay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-215501674632216143</id><published>2010-02-17T23:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T23:01:42.318-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><title type='text'>Icy fun</title><content type='html'>The up side to this, umm, winter weather is all the long, slippery icicles hanging everywhere. The kids love them. They're a bit mysterious as the really long ones remain out of touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S3y4-9rTK2I/AAAAAAAACb8/OmHAEnGldPo/s1600-h/IcicleKids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S3y4-9rTK2I/AAAAAAAACb8/OmHAEnGldPo/s400/IcicleKids.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439425841804290914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We brought one in the house this afternoon to check out up close and personal. Oh, the coldness. Oh, the roof sludge they are ingesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, another icicle made its way into their bath. It was nearly as long as the tub and made for a terrific bathtime science lesson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-215501674632216143?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/215501674632216143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=215501674632216143' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/215501674632216143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/215501674632216143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2010/02/icy-fun.html' title='Icy fun'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S3y4-9rTK2I/AAAAAAAACb8/OmHAEnGldPo/s72-c/IcicleKids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-7272239443187919174</id><published>2010-02-16T23:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T23:18:53.705-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Confessions of a real, desperate housewife</title><content type='html'>&gt; My blog abandonment is a direct result of some funk I've been living in. Totally uninspired and completely lazy. I suspect I'll snap out of it about the time spring rolls around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; This photo taken during Alivia's preschool Valentine's Day party last Thursday was the first picture I had taken of the kids in three weeks. Had I picked up the camera in those weeks any photos taken would have involved snot or fighting. I did the world a favor by not documenting either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S3tgViIeB4I/AAAAAAAACb0/Dd5kUNRq6Co/s1600-h/LivsVDayPartyTrio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S3tgViIeB4I/AAAAAAAACb0/Dd5kUNRq6Co/s400/LivsVDayPartyTrio.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439046898035853186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&gt; Some days I get tired of wiping behinds. It's true ... I do a lot of wiping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; The girls love these &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/tasty-kitchen/recipes/breads/pumpkin-spice-scones/" target="_blank"&gt;pumpkin spice scones&lt;/a&gt;. I hate making them. It's the whole grating frozen butter thing that gets me. I make them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I recently finished reading &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Going-Rogue-American-Sarah-Palin/dp/0061939897/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1266377189&amp;sr=8-1" target="_blank"&gt;Going Rogue: An American Life&lt;/a&gt; by Sarah Palin and enjoyed it (Mandy and Gina pick yourselves up now). And to answer my mom's question, "no, I still wouldn't vote for her." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I spend much more time reading story books than memoirs; as such, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Lion-Mouse-Jerry-Pinkney/dp/0316013560/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1266377527&amp;sr=8-1" target="_blank"&gt;The Lion &amp; the Mouse&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/There-Marie-Louise-Fitzpatrick/dp/1596430877/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1266377584&amp;sr=1-1" target="_blank"&gt;There&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/All-World-Liz-Garton-Scanlon/dp/1416985808/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1266377662&amp;sr=1-1"&gt;All the World&lt;/a&gt; are my new favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; We're approaching birthday number three for Trace and Alysse. I really struggle with their celebration each year. There's something bittersweet about it: the joy that we've made it through another year and the sadness that another year is gone. It's the happiest/saddest day of the year for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Alena renews my faith in the public school system. Her talk of book spines and speech bubbles makes me giddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; All three bathrooms in our house are spotlessy clean. This is akin to the planets aligning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I consumed so much coffee today that I most likely won't sleep until Friday; thus explaining the clean bathrooms and return to blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; My heart is heavy for a sister who is dealing with about all she can handle. I know, though, she'll muddle through ... afterall, you never let an asshole get the best of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I haven't missed an episode of &lt;a href="http://abc.go.com/shows/the-bachelor" target="_blank"&gt;The Bachelor&lt;/a&gt;. It truly is television at its worst, but I'm religiously sucked into the drama and smut every Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Right now, there's nothing much I like more than listening to the kids sing along with &lt;a href="http://ladyantebellum.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Lady Antebellum&lt;/a&gt;'s "Need You Now" on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; Alivia and I could forget the rest of the world if put in a bookstore and given the chance. This makes my heart happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; I'm selfishly wishing away the next six weeks or so. We desperately need warmer weather, a thawing out and open windows.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-7272239443187919174?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/7272239443187919174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=7272239443187919174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/7272239443187919174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/7272239443187919174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2010/02/confessions-of-real-desperate-housewife.html' title='Confessions of a real, desperate housewife'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S3tgViIeB4I/AAAAAAAACb0/Dd5kUNRq6Co/s72-c/LivsVDayPartyTrio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-3142556636477152634</id><published>2010-01-20T22:34:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T22:44:06.678-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>We've been ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;reading ::&lt;/i&gt; Namely, our &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_ss_i_0_13?url=search-alias%3Daps&amp;field-keywords=flicka+ricka+and+dicka&amp;sprefix=flicka+ricka+" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Flicka, Ricka, Dicka&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt; books and the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Ivy-Beans-Secret-Treasure-Books/dp/0811864952/ref=sr_1_4?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1264044446&amp;sr=8-4" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ivy and Bean&lt;/i&gt; boxed&lt;/a&gt; set Alena received for Christmas. We've read more &lt;i&gt;Flicka, Ricka, Dicka&lt;/i&gt; in the last month than most people read in a lifetime; and the &lt;i&gt;Ivy and Bean&lt;/i&gt; trilogy was finished tonight with requests for more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;spying ::&lt;/i&gt; on the gray squirrel that visits the window box outside the living room to fatten up on corn. The little critter must be either the hungriest or bravest squirrel alive. Surprisingly, he'll stick around for some time while everyone gets a good look. Alivia has charged herself with teaching him manners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S1fApMqxgEI/AAAAAAAACbs/eGBN3ZeJmto/s1600-h/SquirrelWatching.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S1fApMqxgEI/AAAAAAAACbs/eGBN3ZeJmto/s400/SquirrelWatching.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429019689826222146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;praying ::&lt;/i&gt; for all those affected by the earthquake in Haiti. While I'm not sure anyone can grasp the severity and expansiveness of the event, Alena has a keen interest in the tragedy. She's asked many questions and is trying to piece it together (as I too have been).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;making :: &lt;/i&gt; masterpieces of all varieties. Wood, yarn and fax paper have been the most recent mediums. There's never a lack of imagination among our artists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;racing ::&lt;/i&gt; on the Roller Racer (institutional model, nonetheless) Santa stashed under the tree. The kids have been rolling around the basement on it ever since. Oddly enough, the mom of one of Alivia's classmates recently complimented her Roller Racer skills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S1fAhjiF5fI/AAAAAAAACbk/8f1eMqBjj5Q/s1600-h/RollerRacer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 161px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S1fAhjiF5fI/AAAAAAAACbk/8f1eMqBjj5Q/s400/RollerRacer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429019558524872178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;wishing ::&lt;/i&gt; for warmer days. The kids think they're coming soon. Not as soon as we'd all like, I'm afraid. Alysse has spent the last two days wearing flip flops. So, if you see her, don't judge ... I've given up the fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;watching ::&lt;/i&gt; movies on Friday nights. Finally our weekly movie night has returned for more than a single Friday here and there. Popcorn spiked with M&amp;Ms have made &lt;i&gt;Toy Story&lt;/i&gt; (1 and 2) and &lt;i&gt;Alvin and the Chipmunks&lt;/i&gt; even better. Amazingly enough, everyone manages to sit still and actually WATCH. This is a new phenomenon in our house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S1fAeKwxuDI/AAAAAAAACbc/Hy5lcgBH7hY/s1600-h/MovieWatchingTwins.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S1fAeKwxuDI/AAAAAAAACbc/Hy5lcgBH7hY/s400/MovieWatchingTwins.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429019500335970354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;i&gt;playing ::&lt;/i&gt; the new games that have found a home among us. Trace and Alysse now "get" the concept of memory, and the couple of &lt;a href="http://www.blueorangegames.com" target="_blank"&gt;Blue Orange games&lt;/a&gt; new to our shelf have become favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;planning ::&lt;/i&gt; the big double three birthday that's just around the corner. The guests of honor quickly nixed my Dr. Seuss theme suggestion, so we've been brainstorming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-3142556636477152634?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/3142556636477152634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=3142556636477152634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/3142556636477152634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/3142556636477152634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2010/01/weve-been.html' title='We&apos;ve been ...'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S1fApMqxgEI/AAAAAAAACbs/eGBN3ZeJmto/s72-c/SquirrelWatching.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-6470115751764996178</id><published>2010-01-06T21:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T21:58:25.810-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Bird hair crazy</title><content type='html'>That's what we are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S0VGZIOG1MI/AAAAAAAACbU/QHt_mLzK_TA/s1600-h/AliviaBirdHair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S0VGZIOG1MI/AAAAAAAACbU/QHt_mLzK_TA/s400/AliviaBirdHair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423818723754955970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We're staring snow day number two in the face. This, after Alivia was asking when she could go back to school before the new year even got here. Her Tuesday/Thursday school schedule's not working in her favor in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been days and days since the kids have been outside for longer than it takes to walk to the driveway. Their pent up energy is outwardly visible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning Alysse decorated the sump pump with fake geraniums for Jason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning Alivia decorated her head with birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon the kids were making "9-1-1" calls saying that their siblings needed to be taken to jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening Alena and Trace were getting married which required Alivia's pretend sobbing, Alena yelling and other random craziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting scary. Although not as scary as the fact that spring is frighteningly far away. Help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that might get me through snow day number two is &lt;a href="http://thepioneerwoman.com/cooking/2010/01/dulce-de-leche-coffee/" target="_blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;. Let's hope it works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-6470115751764996178?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/6470115751764996178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=6470115751764996178' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/6470115751764996178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/6470115751764996178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2010/01/bird-hair-crazy.html' title='Bird hair crazy'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/S0VGZIOG1MI/AAAAAAAACbU/QHt_mLzK_TA/s72-c/AliviaBirdHair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-1371721038267956576</id><published>2009-12-29T22:56:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T22:57:05.563-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='toys'/><title type='text'>12 memories of Christmas 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzrGX71JSnI/AAAAAAAACbM/KhhaTiwMoMA/s1600-h/DSCN7243.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzrGX71JSnI/AAAAAAAACbM/KhhaTiwMoMA/s400/DSCN7243.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420863215993703026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. This is what all four of the kids were like for DAYS and DAYS preceding Christmas, and even for several days after the big day. Christmas-crazed is a bit of an understatement for the hyperactivity, excitement and all-around-nuttiness that we all endured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzrGPFmEgzI/AAAAAAAACbE/BilMBGMcaoo/s1600-h/DSCN7258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzrGPFmEgzI/AAAAAAAACbE/BilMBGMcaoo/s400/DSCN7258.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420863063996007218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2. Please note the brand new sofa Alysse is sitting on. She also had food and drink (as did the others) around said new sofa while in the state of crazy she is exhibiting here. This stressed me out. We don't have new furniture because of these kids; why, then, would hosts want our kids around their new furniture? My Christmas prayers were answered when we came and went from our Christmas Eve party without any sofa destruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzrGFStgKJI/AAAAAAAACa8/_LZGfE8i8LE/s1600-h/DSCN7270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzrGFStgKJI/AAAAAAAACa8/_LZGfE8i8LE/s400/DSCN7270.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420862895718148242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3. Alena received the hair dryer that was at the top of her wish list. She can now play beauty shop and dry her own hair which she happens to think is fantastic. She's also accepting new clients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzrF5dbgoPI/AAAAAAAACa0/obrdrSZVFLg/s1600-h/DSCN7273.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzrF5dbgoPI/AAAAAAAACa0/obrdrSZVFLg/s400/DSCN7273.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420862692437041394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;4. While it looks as though she's in pain, Alysse is actually near tears upon opening the red flannel cat pajamas she requested for Christmas. She was precise in her request: red, not blue; must have me-meows; and sized 3T. She has simple wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzrFxVbiDWI/AAAAAAAACas/Z-J3-Q8cJ_I/s1600-h/DSCN7276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzrFxVbiDWI/AAAAAAAACas/Z-J3-Q8cJ_I/s400/DSCN7276.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420862552850697570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;5. Wheels. That's what makes Trace happy. Mix things up with something with wheels that can "drive" up onto something else with wheels, and he's in heaven. He loved this gift from Santa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzrFoPeeSaI/AAAAAAAACak/1uzP6MAUpjQ/s1600-h/DSCN7297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzrFoPeeSaI/AAAAAAAACak/1uzP6MAUpjQ/s400/DSCN7297.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420862396633598370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;6. Do you hear what I hear? It's a drill press and saw of sorts on Trace's new Handy Manny work bench. This just makes him even manlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzrFcSC03fI/AAAAAAAACac/AIVjMHeAAXk/s1600-h/DSCN7305.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzrFcSC03fI/AAAAAAAACac/AIVjMHeAAXk/s400/DSCN7305.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420862191164513778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;7. And if you're glad Alysse wasn't eating or drinking around your new sofa, you're probably even happier she wasn't taking her clothes off in the middle of your Christmas party. She was gifted another pair of cat pajamas that were so incredibly cool, she had to try them on immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzrFT6yT6PI/AAAAAAAACaU/OcDKqH7bhno/s1600-h/DSCN7307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzrFT6yT6PI/AAAAAAAACaU/OcDKqH7bhno/s400/DSCN7307.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420862047482276082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;8. This Christmas gift was perhaps the biggest hit with Alena ... a large box full of office supplies. Pencil sharpener, clip boards, paper, stapler. She's set up shop and is now open for business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzrFGnXFLcI/AAAAAAAACaE/OKpV_rwXRhg/s1600-h/DSCN7312.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzrFGnXFLcI/AAAAAAAACaE/OKpV_rwXRhg/s400/DSCN7312.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420861818929491394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;9. Alivia just loves this frog she received. It's soft, cuddly and takes up half of her bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzrE6EpNLdI/AAAAAAAACZ8/_e8p3-_nD-4/s1600-h/DSCN7332.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzrE6EpNLdI/AAAAAAAACZ8/_e8p3-_nD-4/s400/DSCN7332.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420861603451842002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;10. For all of Alivia's excitement and enjoyment of the parties and presents, she was happy when some low-key time at home came around. My little homebody appreciates time at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzrEyJWS0JI/AAAAAAAACZ0/FTSpy4fDGCI/s1600-h/DSCN7348.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzrEyJWS0JI/AAAAAAAACZ0/FTSpy4fDGCI/s400/DSCN7348.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420861467275743378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;11. Trace received a small velcro ball/board game that he quickly took too and appreciated Matt's willingness to hold the game's backboard. He had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzrEqFo8MUI/AAAAAAAACZs/GhJBh4z0Z2k/s1600-h/DSCN7349.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzrEqFo8MUI/AAAAAAAACZs/GhJBh4z0Z2k/s400/DSCN7349.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420861328841257282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;12. On the way home from our Lima/Bellefontaine visiting and parties, the Suburban was packed to the gills. Had we received many more gifts, choices between transporting home gifts versus kids would have had to been made.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-1371721038267956576?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/1371721038267956576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=1371721038267956576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/1371721038267956576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/1371721038267956576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2009/12/12-memories-of-christmas-2009.html' title='12 memories of Christmas 2009'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzrGX71JSnI/AAAAAAAACbM/KhhaTiwMoMA/s72-c/DSCN7243.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-7848982537813321337</id><published>2009-12-24T22:31:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T22:38:01.975-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 24</title><content type='html'>Here's the unwrapping of the final advent gift ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzQyWFjGAnI/AAAAAAAACZk/2EHIWhqKzfc/s1600-h/AdventDay24_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzQyWFjGAnI/AAAAAAAACZk/2EHIWhqKzfc/s400/AdventDay24_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419011606661431922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;However, there's no documented proof of what was actually in the package. For some things there is no explanation other than things like this happen in our house all of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can report, though, that inside the very last package were four Christmas-themed books. And books, we always love books. There's a soft-spot in each little heart for books. We'll be reading the new ones for many Christmases to come (and maybe even at Easters too).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-7848982537813321337?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/7848982537813321337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=7848982537813321337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/7848982537813321337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/7848982537813321337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-countdown-day-24.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 24'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzQyWFjGAnI/AAAAAAAACZk/2EHIWhqKzfc/s72-c/AdventDay24_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-4539340993876218709</id><published>2009-12-24T14:40:00.019-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T15:04:52.077-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rotten boy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Red handed</title><content type='html'>Here's the scene: Early Monday afternoon. Our kitchen. Gingerbread cookie and house decorating time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candies in small bowls. Everyone on a chair, able to reach the necessities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzPFNCR7IqI/AAAAAAAACZc/IZ_g5t-XfP4/s1600-h/AlenaGingerbreadHouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzPFNCR7IqI/AAAAAAAACZc/IZ_g5t-XfP4/s400/AlenaGingerbreadHouse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418891604397859490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alena was methodical about her decorating. Her gingerbread girl had pink earmuffs and a candy pattern around its outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzPFFres7yI/AAAAAAAACZU/S4fDQ9nuMhQ/s1600-h/TraceGotcha1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzPFFres7yI/AAAAAAAACZU/S4fDQ9nuMhQ/s400/TraceGotcha1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418891478018354978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then this happens. &lt;i&gt;Did anyone see me?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzPE8u7vB4I/AAAAAAAACZM/KTj82HWMafw/s1600-h/AliviaGingerbreadHouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzPE8u7vB4I/AAAAAAAACZM/KTj82HWMafw/s400/AliviaGingerbreadHouse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418891324326610818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alivia is an intense gingerbread artist. She has vision. But she was also well aware of Trace's shenanigans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzPE3QO2sQI/AAAAAAAACZE/mySzqTsuTC4/s1600-h/TraceGotcha2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzPE3QO2sQI/AAAAAAAACZE/mySzqTsuTC4/s400/TraceGotcha2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418891230185959682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then this happens again. &lt;i&gt;I know I'm caught, but all they did was squawk, so I'm good to go.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point Trace gets his own bowl with candy he can eat, but once it's gone, he's done. No. More.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzPEv1uY4jI/AAAAAAAACY8/pv1gH6L98Co/s1600-h/AlysseGingerbreadHouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzPEv1uY4jI/AAAAAAAACY8/pv1gH6L98Co/s400/AlysseGingerbreadHouse.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418891102811382322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alysse is all about this decorating thing. Sticking candy in frosting, what's not to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About now the masses are getting perturbed at one among them who is stealing additional candy, and there is talk of pukage. They just know puking is in a certain someone's future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzPDuq-FkjI/AAAAAAAACY0/YoH2xs8i1Xg/s1600-h/TraceGotcha3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzPDuq-FkjI/AAAAAAAACY0/YoH2xs8i1Xg/s400/TraceGotcha3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418889983232938546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And then this happens. All out of candy, there was nothing left to do but start in on the frosting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-4539340993876218709?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/4539340993876218709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=4539340993876218709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/4539340993876218709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/4539340993876218709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2009/12/red-handed.html' title='Red handed'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzPFNCR7IqI/AAAAAAAACZc/IZ_g5t-XfP4/s72-c/AlenaGingerbreadHouse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-5909638458260232086</id><published>2009-12-23T22:45:00.020-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T23:15:56.600-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out and about'/><title type='text'>If you like it ...</title><content type='html'>Some things in our world tend to be part of a chain reaction. One incident or experience lends itself to another and another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year we made many visits to &lt;a href="http://gdaugherty.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;Gina's blog&lt;/a&gt; to watch (and listen) to a &lt;a href="http://gdaugherty.blogspot.com/2009/01/adam-makes-tacos-and-puts-ring-on-it.html" target="_blank"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; she had posted of her man Adam. The girls loved the Beyonce tune "Put a Ring on It" that played over her footage, and were entertained by Adam's dancing when we were stuck inside on January (and then February) days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They've since heard the song at various times, and sing along having learned the chorus from our dozens of views watching Adam make tacos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to hook the Scott girls, all the marketers of the "&lt;a href="http://www.munkyourself.com/us/" target="_blank"&gt;Alvin and the Chipmunks 2 - The Squeakquel&lt;/a&gt;" needed to do was use the clip from the film which features the Chipettes singing that Beyonce song. Whenever the girls would see the promos, they'd spend the rest of the day busting into the tune at random moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzLj7nJYNYI/AAAAAAAACXs/oJmRzUo-ujE/s1600-h/ChipmunkMovie_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzLj7nJYNYI/AAAAAAAACXs/oJmRzUo-ujE/s400/ChipmunkMovie_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418643914940233090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The movie opened today - and we were there. It was the first time I had set foot in a movie theatre in more than five years; Alena and Alivia's second movie trip (their first being over two years ago and well out of Alivia's recollection); and Trace and Alysse's introduction to the big screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a treat. They loved it. Loved every minute of it. The movie. The popcorn. The novelty. The volume. The huge screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, watching them was even better than watching the movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-5909638458260232086?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/5909638458260232086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=5909638458260232086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/5909638458260232086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/5909638458260232086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2009/12/if-you-like-it.html' title='If you like it ...'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzLj7nJYNYI/AAAAAAAACXs/oJmRzUo-ujE/s72-c/ChipmunkMovie_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-522905838657418849</id><published>2009-12-23T21:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T21:46:35.485-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 23</title><content type='html'>If you eat popcorn for lunch one day, you might as well eat cookies for breakfast the next. And so, it was gifted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzLVG_y698I/AAAAAAAACXk/8dqjtU-xDRg/s1600-h/AdventDay23_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzLVG_y698I/AAAAAAAACXk/8dqjtU-xDRg/s400/AdventDay23_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418627617861072834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Enclosed in each of four holiday tins today, were cookies. Two gingerbread, two chocolate chip. That means four smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since dinner and dessert were over for the night, the cookies were stowed away on the table for breakfast. No worries, we'll have eggs too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzLU8-XRrvI/AAAAAAAACXc/rSmHAL1gm5s/s1600-h/AdventDay23_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzLU8-XRrvI/AAAAAAAACXc/rSmHAL1gm5s/s400/AdventDay23_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418627445677993714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-522905838657418849?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/522905838657418849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=522905838657418849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/522905838657418849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/522905838657418849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-countdown-day-23.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 23'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzLVG_y698I/AAAAAAAACXk/8dqjtU-xDRg/s72-c/AdventDay23_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-8336983030554827269</id><published>2009-12-22T21:53:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T22:01:39.975-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 22</title><content type='html'>Things got a little dicey today. I'm not sure if it's their practiced unwrapping skills or the pure Christmas adrenaline, but the grabbing and paper ripping is gettin' serious around these parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzGGbqIRtfI/AAAAAAAACXU/DE2xvJ93tyU/s1600-h/AdventDay22_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzGGbqIRtfI/AAAAAAAACXU/DE2xvJ93tyU/s400/AdventDay22_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418259636427011570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once everyone made it safely to the unwrapped gift, they were holding a holiday DVD and CD. While the terms are interchangeable to the giftees, they listened to the seasonal music before bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzGGUCuREII/AAAAAAAACXM/YsWwGUyzbeI/s1600-h/AdventDay22_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzGGUCuREII/AAAAAAAACXM/YsWwGUyzbeI/s400/AdventDay22_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418259505589850242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone loves a good "Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer" rendition, don't they?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-8336983030554827269?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/8336983030554827269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=8336983030554827269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/8336983030554827269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/8336983030554827269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-countdown-day-22.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 22'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzGGbqIRtfI/AAAAAAAACXU/DE2xvJ93tyU/s72-c/AdventDay22_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-4455769321447136344</id><published>2009-12-21T23:47:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T23:53:10.666-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 21</title><content type='html'>Sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar, sugar, sugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't matter what form it takes, just needs to be the kid-crack they know and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzBPc5C63oI/AAAAAAAACXE/u9LeTGTLkjM/s1600-h/AdventDay21_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzBPc5C63oI/AAAAAAAACXE/u9LeTGTLkjM/s400/AdventDay21_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417917709494705794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sugar all wrapped up in Christmas wrap makes them extra giddy. We'll not speak of the irony of opening sweet treats on the day we &lt;strike&gt;ate&lt;/strike&gt; assembled the gingerbread cookies and a gingerbread house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzBPWsEm3BI/AAAAAAAACW8/12HKmFSab8g/s1600-h/AdventDay21_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzBPWsEm3BI/AAAAAAAACW8/12HKmFSab8g/s400/AdventDay21_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417917602932907026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They now have a stash of candy canes and M&amp;Ms that should make it through the end of the year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-4455769321447136344?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/4455769321447136344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=4455769321447136344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/4455769321447136344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/4455769321447136344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-countdown-day-21.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 21'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzBPc5C63oI/AAAAAAAACXE/u9LeTGTLkjM/s72-c/AdventDay21_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-2014388289567154519</id><published>2009-12-21T23:37:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T23:47:02.624-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 20</title><content type='html'>Sunday's advent gift was a surprise inside a surprise. Unwrappers first uncovered Christmas tree ornaments; and once the initial onslaught of grabbing to each claim their own, they discovered the ornaments open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzBNNf5ngFI/AAAAAAAACW0/jaiY9T2lupA/s1600-h/AdventDay20_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzBNNf5ngFI/AAAAAAAACW0/jaiY9T2lupA/s400/AdventDay20_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417915246023508050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Inside the secret compartment ornaments were tucked $10 bills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, everything is a dollar bill to them. Could be a $1 or $100 bill, it's still a dollar. Second, they always squirrel their dollars away in play wallets, purses or banks. Alena's immediately went to her secret hiding place where she's stashing her dollars and saving them up for a can't-yet-be-disclosed purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzBNGCMvNuI/AAAAAAAACWs/JZzdnBTUaeM/s1600-h/AdventDay20_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzBNGCMvNuI/AAAAAAAACWs/JZzdnBTUaeM/s400/AdventDay20_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417915117791557346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This, by the way, is Trace's reaction when he thinks he's been robbed of his money. He totally played the "I didn't get a dollar" bit for as long as he could, until he got called out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-2014388289567154519?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/2014388289567154519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=2014388289567154519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/2014388289567154519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/2014388289567154519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-countdown-day-20.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 20'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SzBNNf5ngFI/AAAAAAAACW0/jaiY9T2lupA/s72-c/AdventDay20_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-3851560398155919741</id><published>2009-12-19T22:39:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T22:51:00.682-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 19</title><content type='html'>Just when we were discussing what we could do with our free (read: no school) days before Christmas, a fun-for-all project arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/Sy2c-RlGUhI/AAAAAAAACWk/LqQw96SZ6sM/s1600-h/AdventDay19_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/Sy2c-RlGUhI/AAAAAAAACWk/LqQw96SZ6sM/s400/AdventDay19_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417158520481403410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A gingerbread cookie decorating kit contains everything the kids need to dress up, decorate and celebrate little gingerbread people. There are gumdrops, icing and plain gingerbread boys and girls ready for holiday fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/Sy2c1Ioee-I/AAAAAAAACWc/Zf5bW5Z_dms/s1600-h/AdventDay19_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/Sy2c1Ioee-I/AAAAAAAACWc/Zf5bW5Z_dms/s400/AdventDay19_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417158363460828130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We've penciled in our culinary party for Monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/Sy2csaEUwBI/AAAAAAAACWU/Wh4UE__4fU4/s1600-h/AdventDay19_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/Sy2csaEUwBI/AAAAAAAACWU/Wh4UE__4fU4/s400/AdventDay19_3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417158213522210834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-3851560398155919741?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/3851560398155919741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=3851560398155919741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/3851560398155919741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/3851560398155919741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-countdown-day-19.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 19'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/Sy2c-RlGUhI/AAAAAAAACWk/LqQw96SZ6sM/s72-c/AdventDay19_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-1466523842531339338</id><published>2009-12-19T22:31:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T22:39:50.770-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 18</title><content type='html'>Friday's treats were lovable, snuggable and huggable. They were met with all three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/Sy2axelhX_I/AAAAAAAACWM/mMJ-e1QbU1g/s1600-h/Collage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/Sy2axelhX_I/AAAAAAAACWM/mMJ-e1QbU1g/s400/Collage2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417156101611282418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;From the package of stuffed friends, Alena chose a gingerbread baby; Alivia selected a reindeer; Alysse picked a snowman; and Trace got a puppy by default ... everyone else knew better than to grab it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their holiday friends were tucked in bed with them. Loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-1466523842531339338?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/1466523842531339338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=1466523842531339338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/1466523842531339338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/1466523842531339338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-countdown-day-18.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 18'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/Sy2axelhX_I/AAAAAAAACWM/mMJ-e1QbU1g/s72-c/Collage2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-7261565004194124492</id><published>2009-12-17T22:33:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T22:48:29.175-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 17</title><content type='html'>There are times when you'd think the kids in this house aren't fed. Anyone who knows, though, knows there's never been a missed meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literally, I could live without a clock and still know within minutes when it's 7:30 a.m., noon, 2 p.m. and 6:30 p.m. Feeding times and nap times are without question around here. They make our world go round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/Syr4bu_4nvI/AAAAAAAACWE/pU7mkM0rumo/s1600-h/AdventDay17_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/Syr4bu_4nvI/AAAAAAAACWE/pU7mkM0rumo/s400/AdventDay17_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416414657222582002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Who could imagine the glee when a huge tin of popcorn was opened? It was Christmas, I tell you. The lightning fast hands into the popcorny goodness was something worth noting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Popcorn brings out the vultures in them ... if only sweet potatoes had the same effect. And while the fighting fists would have led one to believe it had been days since their last meal, they had, in fact, been served two of their three entrees (and snacks thrown in too). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/Syr4RFAEbaI/AAAAAAAACV8/Omk2g4ddANE/s1600-h/AdventDay17_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/Syr4RFAEbaI/AAAAAAAACV8/Omk2g4ddANE/s400/AdventDay17_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416414474150374818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I've got my money on the caramel corn being gone before sunset tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-7261565004194124492?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/7261565004194124492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=7261565004194124492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/7261565004194124492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/7261565004194124492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-countdown-day-17.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 17'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/Syr4bu_4nvI/AAAAAAAACWE/pU7mkM0rumo/s72-c/AdventDay17_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-4895651745034730935</id><published>2009-12-16T21:36:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T21:45:08.571-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 16</title><content type='html'>Apparently we've never had a conversation in our house about birthstones. You know, what they are, how some of us have different ones while others share the same ones, what color they are and other pertinent birthstones facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SymZzhhUOII/AAAAAAAACV0/Vs4gkZw-FJs/s1600-h/AdventDay16_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SymZzhhUOII/AAAAAAAACV0/Vs4gkZw-FJs/s400/AdventDay16_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416029137340217474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That all changed today as we launched into a birthstone discussion spurred by the snowman ornaments that were opened this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four pewter snowman ornaments, each with birthstone "buttons" corresponding with the appropriate birth month of each recipient. There were two purple, one pink and one blue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SymZrt_JCtI/AAAAAAAACVs/r_2bBiOtA_8/s1600-h/AdventDay16_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SymZrt_JCtI/AAAAAAAACVs/r_2bBiOtA_8/s400/AdventDay16_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416029003247586002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, we know all about birthstones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-4895651745034730935?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/4895651745034730935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=4895651745034730935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/4895651745034730935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/4895651745034730935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-countdown-day-16.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 16'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SymZzhhUOII/AAAAAAAACV0/Vs4gkZw-FJs/s72-c/AdventDay16_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-6768952411883127512</id><published>2009-12-15T22:52:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T23:00:33.935-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 15</title><content type='html'>Window clings. Remember those fun little sheets of plastic that magically stick to windows and mirrors?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SyhZ3pyt-NI/AAAAAAAACVk/gBUCYeFNhIM/s1600-h/AdventDay15_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SyhZ3pyt-NI/AAAAAAAACVk/gBUCYeFNhIM/s400/AdventDay15_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415677364559280338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today's package was full of them, in all sorts of holiday shapes ... trains, snowmen and Santas. Oh what fun to stick them around, any place they might stay stuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SyhZvvI6uoI/AAAAAAAACVc/-44EMU0LFoA/s1600-h/AdventDay15_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SyhZvvI6uoI/AAAAAAAACVc/-44EMU0LFoA/s400/AdventDay15_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415677228555614850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Perhaps they'll help hide the fingerprints that always reappear on the windows around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SyhZodAMU4I/AAAAAAAACVU/QsIay8-HMxY/s1600-h/AdventDay15_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SyhZodAMU4I/AAAAAAAACVU/QsIay8-HMxY/s400/AdventDay15_3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415677103428096898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-6768952411883127512?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/6768952411883127512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=6768952411883127512' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/6768952411883127512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/6768952411883127512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-countdown-day-15.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 15'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SyhZ3pyt-NI/AAAAAAAACVk/gBUCYeFNhIM/s72-c/AdventDay15_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-2382002935888061963</id><published>2009-12-14T22:15:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T22:54:59.284-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zoo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='out and about'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Lights, glasses, weather forecasters</title><content type='html'>We've had mounting requests for a trip to the &lt;a href="http://www.cincinnatizoo.org" target="_blank"&gt;Cincinnati Zoo's Festival of Lights&lt;/a&gt;. Apparently the kids enjoyed last year's visit, the gingerbread cookies they scarfed down and were looking forward to a return trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In preparation, we'd been watching the weather forecasts hoping to catch a day when the weather wasn't expected to be too cool on a weeknight when we didn't already have something on our agenda. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hit the jackpot during our visit tonight. The weather was beautiful and unseasonably warm with jackets and hats keeping light lookers more than warm enough, and plenty of peacocks roaming around for Alivia's pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of weather ... we couldn't miss the &lt;a href="http://www.wlwt.com" target="_blank"&gt;local NBC news&lt;/a&gt; van parked right inside the zoo's entrance, with the station's evening weather forecaster nearby. Valerie Abati might as well be Angelina Jolie in our house. Actually, she would be more recognizable to our home's little viewers, and they were quite thrilled to have run into her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/Syb_y0OBzzI/AAAAAAAACU8/VnQcFCIHeFs/s1600-h/FestivalofLightsValerie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 272px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/Syb_y0OBzzI/AAAAAAAACU8/VnQcFCIHeFs/s400/FestivalofLightsValerie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415296850435624754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During our visit, we also stopped by the zoo's 4-D Special FX Theater to watch the shortened Polar Express movie in 4-D. Special glasses were needed for the movie's special effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/Syb_pKrPynI/AAAAAAAACU0/JpPB18eplW8/s1600-h/PolarExpressGlasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/Syb_pKrPynI/AAAAAAAACU0/JpPB18eplW8/s400/PolarExpressGlasses.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415296684665064050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Although the movie is relatively short, Trace sat captivated during the whole adventure. We still believe he sat from beginning to end without taking a single breath. It was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completing our visit were holiday-themed costumed characters sprinkled throughout the zoo and rides on the carousel and train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/Syb_hvZYEnI/AAAAAAAACUs/nIL2-X0lT4o/s1600-h/FestivalofLightsAliviaPenguin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/Syb_hvZYEnI/AAAAAAAACUs/nIL2-X0lT4o/s400/FestivalofLightsAliviaPenguin.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415296557083267698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SycGlHMv0nI/AAAAAAAACVM/gJS9kuyRfQY/s1600-h/FestivalofLightsCarousel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SycGlHMv0nI/AAAAAAAACVM/gJS9kuyRfQY/s400/FestivalofLightsCarousel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415304311593751154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SycGb0eetOI/AAAAAAAACVE/7Ado1RQN9lU/s1600-h/FestivalofLightsTrainRide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SycGb0eetOI/AAAAAAAACVE/7Ado1RQN9lU/s400/FestivalofLightsTrainRide.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415304151949030626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A beautiful night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-2382002935888061963?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/2382002935888061963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=2382002935888061963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/2382002935888061963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/2382002935888061963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2009/12/lights-glasses-weather-forecasters.html' title='Lights, glasses, weather forecasters'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/Syb_y0OBzzI/AAAAAAAACU8/VnQcFCIHeFs/s72-c/FestivalofLightsValerie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-5088975136026523286</id><published>2009-12-14T22:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T22:15:08.838-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 14</title><content type='html'>Alivia is on a streak with the advent opening. Today's treat was another item that totally suits the pixie ... puzzles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/Syb8q4igsOI/AAAAAAAACUk/xkSChuaTjc0/s1600-h/AdventDay14_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/Syb8q4igsOI/AAAAAAAACUk/xkSChuaTjc0/s400/AdventDay14_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415293415621439714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Everyone got a personalized puzzle in a small velvet drawstring bag. What might be on them? We're not yet sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/Syb8iFf9i0I/AAAAAAAACUc/bIRRNy9Dexo/s1600-h/AdventDay14_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/Syb8iFf9i0I/AAAAAAAACUc/bIRRNy9Dexo/s400/AdventDay14_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415293264481585986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seeing that we were on our way to the Cincinnati Zoo's Festival of Lights, the puzzles got stashed until tomorrow when we'll have a chance to piece them together. Yet another surprise to look forward to. Follow up to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-5088975136026523286?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/5088975136026523286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=5088975136026523286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/5088975136026523286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/5088975136026523286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-countdown-day-14.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 14'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/Syb8q4igsOI/AAAAAAAACUk/xkSChuaTjc0/s72-c/AdventDay14_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-2130370416242756839</id><published>2009-12-13T21:23:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T21:32:00.762-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 13</title><content type='html'>Today's gift was right up Alivia's alley. Artsy and fartsy, with some holiday magic thrown in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside the wrapping were eight small wooden ornaments and a set of paints with which to decorate the holiday-themed cut-outs. Each ornament also has a small hole for a photo to be inserted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SyWh_QOPmSI/AAAAAAAACUU/gTcpaSBxB8Y/s1600-h/AdventDay13_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SyWh_QOPmSI/AAAAAAAACUU/gTcpaSBxB8Y/s400/AdventDay13_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414912235041429794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They spent some Sunday morning time painting their ornaments in their own unique styles. Photos are coming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SyWh10CLT5I/AAAAAAAACUM/yOg6ky4l1LU/s1600-h/AdventDay13_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SyWh10CLT5I/AAAAAAAACUM/yOg6ky4l1LU/s400/AdventDay13_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414912072855801746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-2130370416242756839?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/2130370416242756839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=2130370416242756839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/2130370416242756839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/2130370416242756839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-countdown-day-13.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 13'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SyWh_QOPmSI/AAAAAAAACUU/gTcpaSBxB8Y/s72-c/AdventDay13_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-2038013813843671425</id><published>2009-12-12T22:01:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T22:09:48.951-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 12</title><content type='html'>Tiny, brown and powdery ... can you guess?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SyRZTz5SiTI/AAAAAAAACT8/r1jHg3WcPMw/s1600-h/AdventDay12_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SyRZTz5SiTI/AAAAAAAACT8/r1jHg3WcPMw/s400/AdventDay12_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414550848889063730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Candy cane cocoa. It'll be coming up at breakfast in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SyRacdTz_UI/AAAAAAAACUE/OEhdwsXguuY/s1600-h/DSCN7056.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SyRacdTz_UI/AAAAAAAACUE/OEhdwsXguuY/s400/DSCN7056.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414552096956742978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-2038013813843671425?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/2038013813843671425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=2038013813843671425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/2038013813843671425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/2038013813843671425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-countdown-day-12.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 12'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SyRZTz5SiTI/AAAAAAAACT8/r1jHg3WcPMw/s72-c/AdventDay12_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-4681543037330202049</id><published>2009-12-11T22:10:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T22:39:53.381-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 11</title><content type='html'>This just might be my favorite advent gift yet. I'm a sucker for holiday pajamas - warm, fuzzy, just begging to be snuggled in. It's the cuteness factor that gets me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SyMJ-BmlCUI/AAAAAAAACTs/RxP41ip6K7E/s1600-h/AdventDay11_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SyMJ-BmlCUI/AAAAAAAACTs/RxP41ip6K7E/s400/AdventDay11_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414182138216253762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Unwrapped today were red flannel sleeper pjs for the girls and a hunter green set with snowmen and reindeer for our little Hugh Hefner. They, too, appreciate some coziness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SyMJ2HOwM7I/AAAAAAAACTk/0ETqZR59ENI/s1600-h/AdventDay11_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SyMJ2HOwM7I/AAAAAAAACTk/0ETqZR59ENI/s400/AdventDay11_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414182002287981490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now ... if we could just get them in sheep-counting mode.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-4681543037330202049?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/4681543037330202049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=4681543037330202049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/4681543037330202049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/4681543037330202049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-countdown-day-11.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 11'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SyMJ-BmlCUI/AAAAAAAACTs/RxP41ip6K7E/s72-c/AdventDay11_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-5633299448313418303</id><published>2009-12-10T22:31:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T22:40:16.968-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 10</title><content type='html'>Ironically, the child who sheepishly hung back as the &lt;a href="http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-countdown-day-7.html" target="_blank"&gt;flannel fight&lt;/a&gt; was taking place a few days ago, was the individual who up and made off with today's gift leaving his three sisters to chase him down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SyG9S9bH0KI/AAAAAAAACTc/MhQMxTbl7ZU/s1600-h/AdventDay10_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SyG9S9bH0KI/AAAAAAAACTc/MhQMxTbl7ZU/s400/AdventDay10_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413816360499663010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"What," you might ask, "would be worth three girls running behind you, scolding you for thieving their 1/4 of a gift?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Gnome&lt;/strike&gt; Elf bowling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balls, plastic pins, banging as said pins are knocked down by aforementioned balls. It's all becoming quite clear now, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SyG9LKQXqlI/AAAAAAAACTU/RY5O6RHpytA/s1600-h/AdventDay10_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SyG9LKQXqlI/AAAAAAAACTU/RY5O6RHpytA/s400/AdventDay10_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413816226505271890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-5633299448313418303?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/5633299448313418303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=5633299448313418303' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/5633299448313418303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/5633299448313418303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-countdown-day-10.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 10'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SyG9S9bH0KI/AAAAAAAACTc/MhQMxTbl7ZU/s72-c/AdventDay10_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-1323728747999603657</id><published>2009-12-09T23:06:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T23:18:22.709-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 9</title><content type='html'>It was a free-for-all turned "wait a minute, that's my name" flurry of unwrapping today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SyB0Cb_KlJI/AAAAAAAACTE/hX2WcC-7L9I/s1600-h/AdventDay9_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SyB0Cb_KlJI/AAAAAAAACTE/hX2WcC-7L9I/s400/AdventDay9_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413454337320588434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Four Christmas-themed pillowcases all personalized for the gift recipients.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SyBz6X-dHXI/AAAAAAAACS8/XdRKl0PG83k/s1600-h/AdventDay9_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SyBz6X-dHXI/AAAAAAAACS8/XdRKl0PG83k/s400/AdventDay9_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413454198804913522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-1323728747999603657?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/1323728747999603657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=1323728747999603657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/1323728747999603657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/1323728747999603657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-countdown-day-9.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 9'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SyB0Cb_KlJI/AAAAAAAACTE/hX2WcC-7L9I/s72-c/AdventDay9_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-8380590554656926132</id><published>2009-12-08T22:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T22:58:26.474-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 8</title><content type='html'>Small, simple and fun was the theme of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/Sx8fGZQGONI/AAAAAAAACS0/vS8PpzGzaTM/s1600-h/AdventDay8_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/Sx8fGZQGONI/AAAAAAAACS0/vS8PpzGzaTM/s400/AdventDay8_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413079471840704722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Each gift opener received a jingle bell on string necklace and a holiday-themed pin for their coat. The clan wearing their bells could easily be confused for Santa's reindeer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/Sx8e-QOkIbI/AAAAAAAACSs/yEgiv0bm9ko/s1600-h/AdventDay8_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/Sx8e-QOkIbI/AAAAAAAACSs/yEgiv0bm9ko/s400/AdventDay8_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413079331979403698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Proof that small packages are just as entertaining as large ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-8380590554656926132?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/8380590554656926132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=8380590554656926132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/8380590554656926132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/8380590554656926132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-countdown-day-8.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 8'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/Sx8fGZQGONI/AAAAAAAACS0/vS8PpzGzaTM/s72-c/AdventDay8_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-6250796990065438229</id><published>2009-12-07T22:47:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T22:58:48.275-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/Sx3MmbVCD5I/AAAAAAAACSk/mPaooS8Szxg/s1600-h/AdventDay7_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/Sx3MmbVCD5I/AAAAAAAACSk/mPaooS8Szxg/s400/AdventDay7_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412707287712272274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This was the day that defines why women are the shoppers, while men hang back, praying they don't have to leave their homes on Black Friday. Observe the photo of today's opening ... flannel sheets. There was such frenzy over the home goods that Trace attempted to remove himself from the grabbing of sheet sets (and my camera's view) out of fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, he's not willing to fight for his pick of flannel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/Sx3McnpSpKI/AAAAAAAACSc/cofFvN1iGWs/s1600-h/AdventDay7_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/Sx3McnpSpKI/AAAAAAAACSc/cofFvN1iGWs/s400/AdventDay7_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412707119219778722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Alena, on the other hand, was setting up a bed on the living room floor, sprawling out her new snowflake print sheets and arranging them as she thought appropriate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-6250796990065438229?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/6250796990065438229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=6250796990065438229' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/6250796990065438229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/6250796990065438229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-countdown-day-7.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 7'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/Sx3MmbVCD5I/AAAAAAAACSk/mPaooS8Szxg/s72-c/AdventDay7_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-1336721276556021619</id><published>2009-12-06T21:35:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T21:52:22.120-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/Sxxq_IukgfI/AAAAAAAACSU/lcX0MyxGsFM/s1600-h/AdventDay6_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/Sxxq_IukgfI/AAAAAAAACSU/lcX0MyxGsFM/s400/AdventDay6_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412318485099610610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today's box was another big one which makes the wrapping paper flurry a bit more wild (and Trace a bit more stand-offish as he sometimes gets rattled by the fast-paced ripping of his sisters).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/Sxxq10iH6zI/AAAAAAAACSM/YVkTljGbzZc/s1600-h/AdventDay6_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/Sxxq10iH6zI/AAAAAAAACSM/YVkTljGbzZc/s400/AdventDay6_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412318325059873586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once all the wrap was removed and the box's contents had been identified, Trace and Alysse dove right in to help assemble their latest Christmas decoration. Just what every kid wants ... a bright, animated Santa that stands nose to nose with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SxxqsiJ5U_I/AAAAAAAACSE/l7CXGHkEN8s/s1600-h/AdventDay6_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SxxqsiJ5U_I/AAAAAAAACSE/l7CXGHkEN8s/s400/AdventDay6_3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412318165507593202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He's now guarding the front door and waving in Christmas visitors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-1336721276556021619?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/1336721276556021619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=1336721276556021619' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/1336721276556021619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/1336721276556021619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-countdown-day-6.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 6'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/Sxxq_IukgfI/AAAAAAAACSU/lcX0MyxGsFM/s72-c/AdventDay6_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-1260960302992917910</id><published>2009-12-05T22:02:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T22:24:05.834-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 5</title><content type='html'>It was relatively small, squishy and flexible ... all wrapped up, today's gift was a bit mysterious. Our best guess was a tie; however, the kids had more faith in the gift givers than to believe they were getting a Christmas tie to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/Sxse5nUY3JI/AAAAAAAACRs/wMiQpKxc2-4/s1600-h/AdventDay5_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/Sxse5nUY3JI/AAAAAAAACRs/wMiQpKxc2-4/s400/AdventDay5_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411953352371657874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once the gift was unwrapped, they all yelled "a new Christmas flag" and Alivia went racing for her scissors to remove the plastic and tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SxsfEMlU7pI/AAAAAAAACR0/zPpSpX7_9rY/s1600-h/AdventDay5_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SxsfEMlU7pI/AAAAAAAACR0/zPpSpX7_9rY/s400/AdventDay5_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411953534173507218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sporting the jolly old guy, the flag reads "Santa Stop Here" and it's flying freely on our front porch. The naughty ones among us are now hoping the message works its magic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SxsfV0nFFUI/AAAAAAAACR8/cMe36apRHuM/s1600-h/AdventDay5_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 271px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SxsfV0nFFUI/AAAAAAAACR8/cMe36apRHuM/s400/AdventDay5_3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411953836976051522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-1260960302992917910?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/1260960302992917910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=1260960302992917910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/1260960302992917910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/1260960302992917910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-countdown-day-5.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 5'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/Sxse5nUY3JI/AAAAAAAACRs/wMiQpKxc2-4/s72-c/AdventDay5_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185935875839249069.post-7884619872915821990</id><published>2009-12-04T22:46:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T23:04:09.684-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Christmas countdown, day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SxnX_vfCZvI/AAAAAAAACRk/6SrjDeBhqk0/s1600-h/AdventDay4_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SxnX_vfCZvI/AAAAAAAACRk/6SrjDeBhqk0/s400/AdventDay4_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411593917340739314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They got lights, I had our camera, and as always, there was much action. But not just any lights ... snowman luminaries that change color and produce a light show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SxnX4MP3x3I/AAAAAAAACRc/F1yxFDsOQvY/s1600-h/AdventDay4_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 270px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SxnX4MP3x3I/AAAAAAAACRc/F1yxFDsOQvY/s400/AdventDay4_2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411593787622803314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trace assumed some authority, and saw that one of the two boxes was opened, unpacked and put together. He's manly like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SxnXvv6wLaI/AAAAAAAACRU/mx4dycSnKUU/s1600-h/AdventDay4_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SxnXvv6wLaI/AAAAAAAACRU/mx4dycSnKUU/s400/AdventDay4_3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411593642579078562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The lights fit perfectly in a small patch outside our patio door and are perfectly positioned so that onlookers can enjoy their colors from inside and the warmth of the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1185935875839249069-7884619872915821990?l=jyaatascott.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/feeds/7884619872915821990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1185935875839249069&amp;postID=7884619872915821990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/7884619872915821990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1185935875839249069/posts/default/7884619872915821990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jyaatascott.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-countdown-day-4.html' title='Christmas countdown, day 4'/><author><name>Yvette</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14767961671242056081</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_acKPuhd0gxc/SxnX_vfCZvI/AAAAAAAACRk/6SrjDeBhqk0/s72-c/AdventDay4_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
